The building is a couple of hundred yards from the gates, past a guard shack with no guard.
It closely resembles the traditional Kerala homestead, nālukettu, a large multistoreyed dwelling with dozens of rooms and an open central courtyard.
Dhananjayan likes hanging out naked, except in front of strangers.He has no family, holds no property, does no work, makes no money, serves no government, obeys no supervisors, has no subordinates, worships no god and practises no religion.To one side of the building stands an Ayurvedic medicine manufacturing unit—their medicines are fairly popular among locals—and the profits go towards sustaining the society and its members.Funds for the Samaj also pour in through donations.He has consensual sex with whoever he likes, with no expectation of love.
Dhananjayan, who is in his 20s, is, in his own estimation, a happy man in a free world.It is hard to know whether Indian philosophy or Karl Marx—the German revolutionary was a hero in Kerala then, as he is now—inspired him, but he was keenly interested in socialism.Sickened by mankind’s seemingly endless desire to accumulate, he enforced a ban on private interests of any sort.This little-known commune was formed as a critique of private property and interests. It all began when my father and uncles found a yellowing notebook, tattered and falling to pieces, in an old trunk in our ancestral home.It was deemed useless because it had none of the things they were looking for, such as details of any real estate my grandfather might have had, unknown to them.The building is in the middle of about 60 acres of farmland owned by the Samaj, the land ringed by a high, moss-covered compound wall.