Kodai Trip - Part 1

“You biked for 500kms!!!!”…. was the reaction I got when I told my friends of my trip to Kodaikanal. And I loved the feeling of it!! Their faces could hardly hide their shock and jealousy.

Having stayed in the south for close to 3 years and not visiting any of the famed places was kind of an embarrassment for me. When my friends recounted their exploits at different places, I would simply nod my head and hope that I would get a chance to end my dry spell. And what a way to end it…!!

            As it turned out, it was Peeyush who was even more desperate than me to visit places. And his first choice of Mahe was turned down by most wing guys. So after some consultation, Kodaikanal was chosen and Psycho, CC and GM were delighted to no end, for some very obvious reasons. A few of our friends from other hostels also contributed to increase our strength. So at the time of departure, our group was 9 members strong with two bikes and a car, which was procured by the ingenious planning of Psycho and 7F.

            We set out at about 6pm on Friday, jubilant at the prospects of a night drive. I was riding pillion with GM, and once GM started, there was no looking back. We left the others far behind and while GM was frequently breaching the 100kmph mark, I was trying to ensure that we were on the right way with the help of GPS. Soon we reached the NH 45 and since there was no need for me to check for directions as we just had to keep to the Grand Southern Trunk Road, I reached out for a pair of earphones and started listening to songs as our bike rushed on into the night. As the wind ruffled my hair, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom that I had never known before. A freedom to do whatever I wanted to… I spread out my hands in joy, but had to retract them back as the force of the wind was too much for my puny hands.

             We rode like this for near 150kms, overtaking buses and trucks, slow as they were, in no hurry to reach their destination. But we were rushed on, our bike guzzling up the kilometres as if they were nothing. At about 10 pm, we reached Villupuram and we changed roles. We helped ourselves to chicken fried rice and GM also got himself a bottle of beer. I was a bit shaky a bit, out of biking practice for quite some time and the bike being an unfamiliar one. But once I got the hang of it, there was nothing to stop me. The wide road was calling out to me to shed all fear and grab the freedom and I did exactly that. Behind me GM was beside himself with joy and held out the beer bottle for all world to see. Once back on the GST, I lost no time in picking up speed and soon was challenging buses and trucks. After overtaking quite a few trucks and buses, I settled down for a speed in the 90’s.

            Cruising at around 90 km/hr, I felt as if I could ride on for ever. The road was a great one, straight as an arrow for most of the part and few curves. But the curves were the parts I enjoyed most. The blinking lights on the edge of the roads makes for a great sight for me and I had my fill of it that night. Small towns and intersections were but a blimp on my eyesight. I slowed down only at the toll gates where I had only a small path to pass through. I rode on for around 150 km more till we reached Trichy, where I got in the car to help myself to a nap. I tried to sleep but was soon woken up as we seemed to have lost our way. We didn’t take the turn to Dindigul, the next major town en route. So after a few queries at the local shops, we were back on track. I stayed in the car for about half an hour and was back on the bike again. This time Psycho replaced GM as my pillion rider. The Trichy-Dindigul section of NH 45 was still being upgraded and so sometimes one lane of the road was closed down and we had to cross over to the other lane. It was dangerous as the surface was great and drivers were given to over speeding. So, it was going to be a cautious drive till Dindigul. But I was not one to be dithered; I was ready to take on this challenge. After tensed driving for about an hour or so, we reached Dindigul. As luck would have it, I missed the by-pass and entered the town. Fortunately I had Psycho, who knew Tamil and after a few queries at a few local tea-stalls, we were soon were right on track. However, the last stretch from Dindigul to Kodai was getting a bit chilly; we were approaching the hills. I dared not weather the cold and so went back to the car and travelled in the comfort of the car for the remnant of the trip.             

            As we entered the town of Kodaikanal, we were greeted by the rising sun and its rays brightening the hills all around us made for a great view. Chennai was a distant dream that we had left far behind during the course of the night. At the hotel, as we settled off for a well-deserved nap after night’s exertion, I could hardly stay awake for more than a few minutes.

Kodai Trip - Part 2

        When we woke up, it was well past midday and all of us were starving, having had dinner around 10 the last night and only a small snack to keep us going till we reached Kodai. Half an hour later, we were wolfing the lot at a small hotel, thanks to the frantic efforts by Pscho and CC. Having catered to the call of the most basic of all needs, we decided to go and take a short tour of a few nearby places.

       One of them included the 'Suicide Point', notorious for suicides. Mostly young people disillusioned  by love took plunges from there. So, the authorities sealed of the place and put huge iron railings to prevent any such untoward instances. As we approached the 'Suicide Point', following a path through small shops selling perfumes and spices, we could see the Silent Valley National Park in the distance. When we reached near the point, the view left us awed; we could see the plains dotted with hills and realised how high we were all above them. On our way back from the awesome view, we were encountered by a few monkeys who were hoping that we would have some food on us; hard luck for the monkeys!!

At Pillar Rocks

     The next item on the menu was Pillar Rocks. We travelled for quite sometime, going past the Golf course and through some of the most winding roads I have seen. Thankfully though they were not some of the steepest.The sun was almost setting when we reached the rocks. The authorities were almost closing shop, but we gained access to the viewpoint and the vertical rocks in the fading light left us feeling puny. We took a few snaps and soon were on our way back, as the light was fast fading and the chill in the wind too much for us Chennaites to handle!!

       Evening found us safely tucked under blankets, enjoying the World Cup Final. True, people back in insti were having a blast enjoying the match at OAT and I would have liked to celebrate India's victory with hundreds of friends, but I was not to be denied the fun of a warm bed in April in Tamil Nadu. Tamil Nadu has been too unkind to me; I haven't had the pleasure of covering myself with two blankets in winter since I came to Chennai. I could not even think of the need of a blanket in Tamil Nadu; but evidently Kodai proved me wrong and was I glad to be proved wrong!! 

        The next day, we had a discussion at length to decide which places to visit and finally after some consultation with the hotel manager decided to make a visit to the Dolphin's Nose. It, we were told, was quite a place with cliffs all around and ideal for great snaps. This time however, I decided to take Naseef's bike and asked Peeyush to hop on. I knew well that the interests of the others differed from mine as did Peeyush's. Peeyush had recently bought a DSLR and was looking forward to some photography. I, on the other hand, was looking for some peaceful time amongst the hills. 

      We started at around 10 am and soon were asking locals the route to Dolphin's nose. The hills rising around us left us awestruck and calling us to take snaps of them. We could no longer ignore the temptation and were soon making frequent stops to click away as many snaps as possible. Peeyush could hardly contain his excitement, neither could I. We however had to be careful to park our bike without disrupting the traffic; the road was very narrow at this juncture. When we reached the end of the road, it became apparent to us that we would have to walk down a rough trail to reach the Dolphin's Point. Wasting no time, we parked the bike and were soon on the way down, struggling to find a proper grip for our feet. Halfway through, when we stopped to replenish our fluids, we saw our friends returning from Dolphin's Point. The image they gave of the place would leave the both of not-so-eager. But we decided to trod on and visit the place nevertheless. 

      Walking through a grove of eucalyptus trees, we could see many people on a small hill. There was a ledge on one side and people were sitting on it, while others took their photographs. We went to the opposite side first and found ourselves looking at another hill, a vertical wall of rock just a few hundred feet from us. But what

was going on the other 

side of the hill captured our attention more. So we climbed to the top of the hill and were rewarded with an amazing view of the surroundings. I lost no time in asking Peeyush to take a snap of me sitting on a rock with a few hilltops in the background. The way to the other side was treacherous as well as crowded. We had to tread carefully among the rocks lying all over the place. When we reached the other side, we saw a ledge that was projecting out of the mound of rocks. A couple were at the very end of the ledge and a photographer was taking a few snaps of them. When they left, another group came and sat on the ledge while their friends clicked their photos. I decided that I would be up next, but the moment I stepped on the ledge, I could feel my heart in my mouth and decided to try a bit later. So, I sat near the ledge and tried to muster my courage while other people went and had their photos clicked. Many were on the verge of yelling from the fright of the sight of the gorge just below their feet. After watching for sometime, I decided to try and get myself on the ledge. 

At Dolphin's Nose

This I did after I had encountered the most frightening moments of my life. Sitting on the ledge and trying to find a good grip lest I fall off into oblivion, I couldn't help myself to a smile at overcoming my fear. "Darr ke aage jeet hai"..... quoting that ad from 'Mountain Dew'. A few smiles for the camera and I was at ease. 

    By the time we left Dolphin's Nose, it was already around 1 pm and we had to meet up with our friends. Instead we told them to eat without waiting for us. We decided to visit some more places and after we had our fill of them, we decided to indulge ourselves at a Swedish restaurant. The barbecued chicken we had was great and we would have eaten more, had our stomachs any room left. We reached our rooms just about sundown and began packing our stuff. It had already been decided that we would try and cover the first leg of the return trip with some light to guide us through the winding roads. So, as I settled in the back seat of the car, munching the home-made chocolates of Kodai, I could satisfactorily say to myself that my long drawn drought was over.     

       
           

An evening in the presence of Pt. Shiv Kumar Sharma

Only the other day I went for a concert by renowned santoor player Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma. It was my first experience of a live santoor performance and I, weary from the long day’s activities, settled down for a delightful evening.  Closing my eyes, I took in as much of the music as I could. Every note seemed to resonate in my heart.  Delightful though the whole experience was, at the end of the performance I was left with a question that has been nagging me ever since.

I can’t vouch for the other members of the audience, but I enjoyed the performance from the very start, even the tuning of the instrument without being aware of. It was only after Panditji thanked us for applauding even for the tuning that we realised that every note the instrument exuded was  worth relishing, be it just a few random taps at the strings. However, this little bit of information that Panditji let us in on also brought to my mind something that is ingrained in my human mind. When he was done with the first part of the show and about to proceed to the second part, he had to tune the instrument again, for it was a different raaga.  Now that I knew that Panditji would repeat the process of tuning again, I didn’t pay as much attention to it as I had done before.  I failed to observe the beauty in the notes because it was not the performance, in short not of utility. When I came out of the auditorium, I was ashamed of myself, for I have tried to assign value to only that was useful. My human instincts had kicked in and I was trying to find beauty only in things that have some value.

 Can’t we human beings enjoy beauty without looking at the value aspect of it? Even the most useless of things has some beauty in it; only a perceiving mind is needed. And it seems I lack it.

Pretentious Indians

Whenever I hear a fellow Indian trying to anglicise their English, I find myself laughing to myself as they set out in a flurry of words. Many Indians try to sound like a proper Englishman when they speak the gentleman’s language. But most of them hardly succeed and make a laughing stock of themselves, much to the amusement of onlookers. There are even courses offered by different coaching centres to teach one how to speak proper English. I do not intend to undermine any of them because one should know the correct pronunciation of the words. However going to extreme ends to sound like a native English speaker should never be one’s aspiration.

          Nor ‘Zee’ Germans, neither do the French try to sound like an Englishman when they speak English. And most certainly not the Italians, who actually take pride in giving the words an Italian accent. So why do only Indians try to imitate the King’s English? Is just saying the words properly without trying bring in any accent not enough? Maybe, we have come to respect the English ways after being ruled by them well-nigh two centuries. And now we try to emulate them. But, even that has to have some limits.

          Actually we Indians can take pride in ourselves in that we speak perhaps the most proper English in the world. Most of our pronunciations are very close to the ones prescribed and even the natural speakers don’t speak it the way it’s supposed to be. American English has become the standard in many places, thanks to the computer and the default language of most Operating Systems being set to AmE. Even while writing this piece, I have had quite a few words underlined in red because they are not correct according to the AmE (I am one who would bother to write about how we try to imitate the westerners but too lazy to change the settings on his own computer…hypocrite ehhhh mate!!!). So why do we need an anglicised form of English?? Perhaps India being a multi lingual nation explains it all. There is no standard for speaking English. Hence different pronunciations for the same words have evolved in different regions and a dedicated pursuer of the language is lost for options. So with no proper guideline to which one could adhere to speak the language, one turns to the Brits for help. But what comes as a hurdle is the mother tongue that has become a part of the person and rears its head at every opportune moment. So one ends up speaking something that resembles neither of the languages and providing ample fodder for others to laugh. 

          One needs to just neutralise one’s pronunciation and not try to put on any accent; that would be perfectly fine and would help converse with people across the world. This preoccupation of anglicising our spoken English just goes on to substantiate the fact that we all consider westerners better than ourselves and try to imitate them. These pretensions without practising any kind of restraint will surely not help in the development of our country. 

 

Corrupted Nation

Does the word corruption ring a bell??

If you are an Indian, it would have set off a string of alarms. Or it wouldn’t have rung any at all. We have largely started to ignore corruption as it has become far too common for us to pay attention. The 2G scam, fodder scam, Bofors Scam, Commonwealth Scam, Satyam Scam…. the list never seems to end. I doubt if there is a single public office where you can have attention being drawn to your case without exchanging some sort of favour, be it monetary or of some other kind. Present politicians almost never have a clean sheet. Some sort of corruption seems to be lying around in some corner for most of them. It is not my intention to classify all of them as corrupt but going by the trend, corruption seems to be the most common trait. There are other classes of the society also who have hogged the limelight……military officers, judges, police officers, industrialists, even cricketers; match fixing is also a form of corruption. Even the anti-corruption department may have some names to brag about.

So what makes these people make such a misuse of the state’s resources and still maintain a clear conscience? India, with all its numerous gods and goddesses, is the last place one would expect such a malpractice to thrive the way it does. So has religion has lost its value? How can one be religious and still carry on with such an unethical action? 

Indians are a very soft hearted people. Ruthlessness has never been a part of the culture. Otherwise, who would have let themselves to be ruled by all sorts of foreigners? We accept everyone from everywhere and let them assimilate into our society. We have never been warring people and thus we lack discipline. So a little bit of tweaking of rules is not such a big thing. Even in our scriptures, we have tweaking of situations to suit the mythological heroes. Even Lord Vishnu has a few such incidents to his name. He assumed the form of a lady to steal the Amrit from the demons. Such incidents are strewn all across our sacred books. The good always prevail in the end in all of our sacred texts but there always seems to be some kind of corruption by the divine Trinity. One would argue that 'that' bit was done for the good of humanity, but corruption is corruption, no matter how insignificant and what might be the end purpose. And they were the powerful people. Who was to decide if their actions were righteous or not? And most of the times their actions were undetected by the people who could cry foul. If a wrong remains undetected, it is never done. Our accepting nature made us overlook that weeny bit. It was all done with a sense of good purpose with a clear conscience, after all. So how can we blame the present day politicians, who also have a clear conscience about making their own fortunes?

I don’t want to justify the present day corrupt actions that are so ubiquitous. My intention is quite the opposite. But I just want a change in perspective before we all start making these corrupt people scapegoats because most of us have been part of some sort malpractice. Only we were not caught and these people have done it at a magnificent level (they made it large!!!!…..remember the Seagram’s ad) and brought all attention to themselves, most of the time unwanted. Even I can’t claim to be completely free from any corrupt practice. It has now become almost imperative for Indians to accept corruption as a part of life.

Not that corrupt practices don’t take place in other countries, but what concerns me most is that we don’t look down upon corruption as we ought to. Only if we develop in ourselves an utter disdain for malpractices can we hope of becoming a developed nation…

A Love Affair Gone Wrong

You looked at me
With eyes wide open;
Attraction writ large
On your face.

Soon we were together
And spent times joyous;
Those initial moments
Etched in my mind.

Can you forget those
Nightly trips to the beach
You and me alone
While the world slept.

The intimate stroll across
The campus in the eve.
When limping, I accompanied
You, a thorn’s mischief.

Rushed to the classes
In the wee hours, came back
Rushing as well.
Those times, now a distant memory.


You refused to part
With me, when others
Wanted to spend time with me
Such was your love for me.

Now that I am crippled
My both legs unable to support me
You left me, never batted
An eyelid to look back at me.

Now as I lie in neglect
My bones beginning to rust
Do you remember me?
I am your once loved cycle....

A Plagued Age

        I couldn’t have chosen a worse time to be born; of course birth and death are not in my hands you would argue, leaving me incapable of proving my earlier statement, which is based on the assumption that I command all the aspects of my life, a brazenly bold one so to say. Sure, I don’t command all the aspects of life and most I leave for fate to intervene, if there does exist such a thing as fate. So, whether I was born by the sheer will of God or due to the consequence of some cosmic incident is of little relevance now that I am born and can’t return to the state of being unborn.

        The ‘time’ that I used does not imply the exact moment of my birth nor does it refer to the exact position of the stars and constellations that supposedly determine the life I am to lead from thereafter. I simply used it to associate with the period in the space time continuum in which one finds me with the highest probability of existence on the planet, which we- the most tyrant of its inhabitants -call ‘Mother Earth’, an absurdity in itself because we don’t give it the respect as is deserved by an object that is assigned to the name ‘mother’ according to our own comprehension.
        The period that I am speaking of is a bountiful one; ushered in by the realisation that physical overpowering of one another is just not enough to remain powerful. We have moved on from trying to overpower each other by ransacking each other’s home and territory to trying to rule one another by trying make them slaves of a comfortable life, thus creating a pack of nations which wrestle with each other trying to grab markets for themselves, which are nothing but consumers of their much hyped technological accessories promising a better life, an utopia for fools, for it is fools that what we all have become, in spite of us being the most intelligent beings in the universe known to us. People are now overwhelmed by the products of development, of technological advancement which manufacturers claim would help them lead comfortable lives, help them do more with less effort, undoubtedly a noble aspiration, but if only it were that they were genuinely inclined towards achieving that goal.

        Thus, living in such a period filled with artificial things and enjoying most of the recent pleasures that can be afforded, it seems only quizzical that I deride and question most of the things around me, which have become integral to my being, though I can as well be better off without many of them. We have been endowed with a beautiful yet dangerous thing, which separates us from all the ‘lowly’ creatures that crawl the earth, a mind that allows us to think, and this mind is the very source of my whimsical thoughts. Blame it on God for giving me an unsound but working mind, that I doubt the workings of His world, my race and have as a result ended writing a piece that does, in essence, try to belittle our achievements.

      Our achievements, at the turn of the 21st century include mostly material objects, which have greatly reduced our interaction amongst ourselves; society now has become nothing but a fluke, with only counterfeit feelings being shown to our fellow beings, words that have no genuine implications; we have become more concerned with ourselves, our life, comfort and all material objects that the modern age has to offer. Austerity was, in the past, considered a great virtue, simplicity a way of life; but in recent times, abstinence is a thought so repugnant to people that they have shed away all their inhibitions just to continue their present way of life.

        Spendthrifts, a term that people of yore might have used to describe the present populace, has been replaced by ‘shopaholics’, no longer is spending more considered a bad thing; it actually is a matter of pride that one can spend more than one’s neighbour. So, taking a plunge into this deluded worthless race of spending more, people have begun working longer hours, even to the extent of literally living in one’s workplace, not because one loves doing it, but so that one can earn more and spend on useless objects which have no use altogether except maybe a moment’s satisfaction. This view has been handed over to the new generation, of which I am a part of, immature and under the illusion of a beautiful life filled with material objects, we have taken the degradation, if you allow me refer the situation as such, to a level which, I can best describe as ruthless.

       Peer pressure has always been a factor in making people do stuff their conscience would not readily allow them to, but in our generation, not having been tutored in values that can shape us into better humans - not having parents around us as we learn the basics of social life being the prime reason – we tend to be influenced more by our friends and end up doing things without even a pricking conscience. And with a never ending flow of money to our pockets – parents unlike us do tend to have a troubled conscience – we end up enjoying to our hearts’ content without any remorse for spending on useless things and also learning nothing about self-restraint. The only remorse that might be there in our minds might be that a friend bought a better and costlier gadget, leaving us with a resolution to buy an even better one the next time. Also, there is the need to keep up appearances – you need good clothes, the latest cell, the most stylish motorcycle (a car would definitely be better) and such and such. Having a girlfriend earns us respect among our friends, the less unfortunate ones without female friends are pushed to the outside perimeter of the friend circle, others look up to us as a role model, and are always under pressure leading to relationships that are hollow to the core. Being a cool guy is more important to us than being a good person; pursuit of the truth, the good is for the deranged is the present thought that is so prevalent among the present generation.

       What would I have not given to be born in another age, even if it might have been the dark ages or during the world wars, able to experience feelings that were not as counterfeit as now? Even if I had been forced to believe something that my mind doesn’t allow me to accept, I would have had the unconscious knowledge that I am doing something that is not good. In this present age, forced to face people who work only for their personal interests, their pleasure and comforts, without the slightest of trace of knowledge that their actions are not as noble as they think – I doubt they even have time to consider what is noble – who are draped in nonchalance, conviction in nothing but the need to fulfil one’s interests, I am filled with nothing but disgust.