May 18th

Today will be the most memorable day for me. May be a day where I have thought more deeply about life and death. I am sure many of you are way forward than me in your thoughts about it. I always wondered, in my own silly way, without any substance in my thoughts, that for every death, there is one new life. I do not know why. It may be in any form. I know! It sounds absolutely funny.

The statistics that I read this morning about the birth and death rates (as of 2009) read the following: 4 births each second of everyday and 2 deaths each second of everyday (So according to my logic, for every death, there will be 2 births). Well, that was too much for me to digest today. Somewhere I thought 4 births each second is still believable but 2 deaths each second of every day is what shocked me. And to add to that the news that we read these days confirms it all. Every day we read about deaths, killings, suicides, bombings, murders and the like. I am struggling to find some good news or a positive story to read every morning.

As soon as I woke up from the bed, yawning, I took the Times of India in my hand and started reading. For a change, First page was delightful to see. It said “The Profit of Peace” and was about the business meet that is going to be held in Delhi starting today. They have named it Aman Ki Asha and the signature statement said “Indo-Pak Business Meet, The first step”. Well, perhaps, talking about peace itself is more peaceful for our government.  And many such first steps have gone by! Or maybe this is the first step through fostering trade between the two nations.  I did not get too excited about it except for few interesting statements from business people about making it possible.

As I turned to the next page, I read the most annoying news. I woke up again! It was about the Maoists attack in Dantewada district killing 44 people including 20 special police officers. It was outrageous! But what can I do? But for reading this interesting news! This is the second such attack just after a month from the earlier attack. 44 lives have gone in just a matter of few seconds! They are dead bodies now. Many will be unidentifiable. I cannot even think of the effect of this on their livelihoods. It is just not acceptable. And it is already past now! Except for some political statements, and regular news updates, video footage in all the news channels, we will not see any action against it. Perhaps, it would create more violence resulting in several more deaths.

Resigning from what I read, I had to move on. I moved on and hoped for a pleasant day. As it turned out, the rest of the day was delightful. I received a phone call from one of my very close friend’s brother saying ‘my friend delivered a baby boy’. I was ecstatic and absolutely happy over the HAPPY news of the day. And especially to hear the happy news about a person who is very near to me is blissful always. I am a kind of person who does not know how to react to such situations. I get nervous whenever I feel extremely happy and the same whenever I feel extremely sad. I will be very cautious in my behavior to an extent that one can notice easily. Many times people have even kindled me royally for my silly act of this. But, what do I do? I am the way I am.

So, hearing the happy news, first thing I did was to let all my friends (common friends to her) know about this. I sent a mail to everyone. Then I was thinking of what to do? Should I visit her immediately or should I wait? With all the excitement of hearing the happy news, I had forgotten to ask how she is doing; so I checked with her brother again. After sometime, I remembered I had not wished her husband, so I called him and wished him. I also told him that I will be visiting them in a day or two.

I was feeling very restless at office and I was feeling that I should visit her today itself. After all, she is my best buddy and I was sure that she will be expecting to see me today. So without thinking too much, I left office in the evening to visit her at the hospital. All along the way, I was tensed and could not even read the book properly. I was thinking whether to take sweets, fruits, or anything? I thought it does not matter much. I got down from the bus and started walking towards the hospital. I saw the sweets stall. I went inside and ordered for 1 kg of Kaju Burfi. And then I saw him packing too many pieces and I confused him on the count. I finally asked him to pack 500g.

While I was walking to the hospital, I was thinking, last time I saw a baby born on the 1^st day was my sister (that too when I was 8 years old) and after that I do not remember any of the new born events that I visited on the first day itself. I reached the hospital; saw my friend’s mom at the entrance. She told me the floor and the room number I should visit. I went inside the room. I saw a big smile on my friend’s face and I was equally ecstatic to see her in her new career – Mother. I handed over the sweets to her husband and congratulated him. I saw the baby; it was sleeping. It was as cute as her mother and I was feeling very scared to even touch him. I was feeling nervous to see the baby on the first day. He was sleeping and was keeping one of his cute little finger on his lips as if he was in ‘I-am-thinking’ posture. I touched him once and felt very happy. I told the same to my friend that I am very happy today. As I did not know how to act in such situations, I left very soon. I was not there even for 15 minutes.

My friend made my day happy today and her new born son made me ecstatic!

While I was walking to the bus stop, again, it was a strange encounter. I heard a band set and a sorrow music being played. I guessed it right. It was a death beat. People were dancing in the front, and some were crying. I saw the dead person being taken on a march to the funeral ground. I thought there is no escape from life anyway!

After encountering this incident and thinking of all the chaotic news I read in the news paper today, I thought about the new life I touched. What a great feeling I had!!! Incredible!

Srik

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Revisiting the beautiful past

I cannot believe myself that I could do what I had dreamt of doing in the past six years. Or should I say? I took the decision finally to walk over it. Whatever it may be, it is still a puzzle to me that I somehow managed to do it this time. Better late than never!

Six years back, during my college days, we used to live in the jungle more than the city. Till date, other than the Sarpass, the trek that has given most satisfaction is the trek we did to Agumbe. It was a five day trek, eight of us started at some place and eventually ended at Agumbe. We did not know our destination. We just walked, walked and walked in that thick evergreen forest for five days. Camped wherever we felt like camping, cooked our own food, slept in the silence, and enjoyed being in the nature. On the 4^th day of our trek, we were walking through the villages Shuntihaklu, Bhuvanaodlu, Nidagudu, and reached a village called Kokkodu. In Malenadu region, typical village will be consisting of hardly 4-5 houses. Since we were very thirsty, we landed up at one such house that looked big enough and asked for water. Usually, Malenad people will not send you by just giving water. They always give enough buttermilk to drink. They looked at the way we were drinking and they got a big steel drum full of buttermilk. Looking at us finishing whatever they got, they seriously thought, we are very tired and they made us rest at their home for some time. By then we had become a bit closer to all of them by sharing our experiences and listening to their culture and stuff. They showed us their arecanut farm and by the time we came back, they had prepared hot upma. Till date, I have never had that kind of upma. It was that tasty. After our hogging time, they asked us to sleep; we said we will get late to reach the next destination as it takes another 1 day to reach Agumbe. We were bowled by their hospitality and care. We wished them well and departed from there. They offered us to visit them regularly for which we had told them, “yes, every year!”

Well, that’s the six years old story. Every year TS and I keep thinking of going to that place again and end up not doing that. But, this time, I decided to visit Kokkodu. I actually was ready doing it alone as I had plans of doing a trip alone. But since Srivathsa was also checking for some trip because of the long weekend, I decided to take him with me. We left on 11^th evening, drove and reached Shimoga by 2 am. We rested at Shivu’s place and left in the morning at 11.30 am on 12^th – the Shivaratri day. Our destination was to reach Kokkodu.

Now, I was not even sure that we will visit the same house and I was not even sure that they would allow us to stay there for 3 days this time. It was only because I was so confident about Malenadu people that I was sure of a good time. Not knowing the challenges that we would encounter, we zoomed our way and reached Thirthalli. Kokkodu is around 25 km from Thirthalli. We had to take the Agumbe road and make a right turn at the village Nalur enroute the Megharvalli. From there Kokkodu is 4 km. We reached the Kokkodu bus stop and entered the village. There were a lot of changes compared to what I had seen six years back. But felt excited once we reached the village.

Now, I had forgotten names of the people of that house. I did not even remember anyone’s face properly. All I knew was to reach the last house of the village with the big Iron Gate. Because I give some tough time to Google every day, I had searched for Kokkodu when I was at office. It had given me a link of wikimapia where I could see a big corner house. The name given to that house was ‘Sreenivas Murthy Bhattara Mane’. I was so happy knowing the name that as soon as we entered the village, we kept asking for Murthy bhat’s house. We landed up at a big gate that looked familiar to me. An elderly person walked out of the gate and we straight away asked for Murthy bhat’s house. We also told him that we had come to his place six years back. That person looked puzzled and he said this is not the house you are looking for and he asked us to reach to the first house at the entrance of the village. I was shocked and confused as I somewhat remembered the gate and the house. But thinking that most of the houses will be similar, we drove back to Murthy bhat’s house.

As we parked our car, looking at the house (without a gate) I was not sure whether that is the house I am looking for. And when I knocked the door, I saw totally new faces. I thought I have forgotten their faces as well. When I explained the old lady about our visit six years back, she looked puzzled. Then I said the young person in that family was working as LIC agent. She said her son is the LIC agent. There was a sense of relief on my face. But still, we all were so confused that nobody could remember things. Her son came out and stood in front of me; he was not the one I was looking for. I told them about the upma, they did not seem to get it. I thought we have landed at the wrong house. Srivathsa looked equally puzzled and I think he started worrying about our stay already. Then I remembered I had taken my laptop which had the old scanned photographs of our earlier visit. I opened it and showed it to them, there was a sudden laughter on their face. They said it’s the Thammannayya’s place (he is also known as Venkataramana Bhat). The same place we had gone in the beginning. I got my senses and breath back. There was a greater sense of relief to me. We had 2 glasses of buttermilk each and left that place.

We parked our car outside the gate and went inside the compound. We saw the elderly person again and he was quite shocked that we would come back. I told him that it is the same house that I visited six years back. He said even he had that doubt in his mind as he had heard his wife and daughter in law telling him about our visit. But he was not there during my earlier visit. That created the confusion. But, finally, I saw his wife and daughter-in-law smiling at me and enquiring about me and my friends. I expressed my regards in a sense of ecstasy. She even said she cannot forget the way we ate upma during our earlier visit. That made Srivathsa relieved that we finally started seeing the good time. In any case, to be more on a safer side, I showed them the photograph and they confirmed all their names. It was Raghavendra, Thammannayya’s son with his twins in the photograph. And we saw bigger version of those two cute twins - Srirama and Sriraksha. As soon as I looked at them I gave all the chocolates that I had taken for them. Raghavendra was not at home and they said he would return from his work in the evening.

Even before we had our lunch, the first thing we were cautioned about is regarding the naxalite problems in and around the village. Thammannayya explained us about the problems and the everyday enquiry from the police man in the village. So any new entry into the village will be enquired and if required they would take the guests to police station for the enquiry. And to get into the forest was out of question. We were strictly asked not to go beyond a certain limit. I wanted to take Srivathsa to the Dodda Gudda (Kappe Kal Gudda) near to the village but because of these naxal problems, we were not allowed to climb that peak. But, anyway my purpose of visit was not to stress ourselves with the heavy treks; but to relax in the forest. So after this entire adventurous introduction, we got to start our good time with a heavy malenad cuisine lunch.

After the delicious lunch, Srirama and Sriraksha took over our visit completely. It was their tour and we had to follow them. To begin with, they took us to their farm and made us see whatever they showed us. I kept asking them questions about plants, flowers and questions related to general knowledge; they seemed to know more than me. So, in a way, it was a learning experience for me. I loved the nose ring of Sriraksha. When I checked her who did it, she said, she herself asked her parents to do it. She looked very adorable with the nose ring. They both are the double refined form of the cuteness on this planet. Heard this expression? Greek Gods of Cuteness - It is both of them. Ahem! I like girls with nose rings!

During our trek six years back, we had also camped on the Dodda Gudda peak. While we were trying to be heroic about the fastest climb to the peak, our excitement did not sustain long after looking at the people who had already reached the peak; before us. And they were not Professional trekkers too. It was Malathi aunty, her daughter Meghana and Subbanna from the same village. We were stunned looking at them at the peak. They were about to climb down and they looked surprised looking at us. They did not believe when we said we are camping on the peak. At least, then, we tried to prove something better! But however, we got to know them very well. All of us remembered her name very well because she gave us something to eat which was very tasty. And this time, I wanted to visit her place too. Twin toys took us to Malathi aunty’s place. We walked for about 2 km and reached her place. She was shell shocked after hearing me out and knowing the fact that I went all the way to meet them. Coincidently, even Subbanna was at her place. She made us Malenadu Kashaya, bajjis and a sweet made of coconut. She also made us visit to a nearby beautiful spot known as ‘Puttayyana Kattu’. It is a check dam built over the river stream. It was a really beautiful place and we had some good time there. Srirama, Sriraksha and Meghana were at their best to entertain us enough. This place looked heavenly with the evening colors and the flowing water over the check dam. The reflection of a dead tree that had fallen in the river was simply out of the world.

After the terrific malenadu treatment at Malathi aunty’s place, it was already dark and we had to leave. She asked us to visit again for the lunch the next day. What else can we say? What is the main purpose of our visit anyway?

We came back to our home stay. Food was ready; kids slept off without eating; without even giving an impression that our stomach is full of nice snacks at Malathi aunty’s place, we hogged the dinner and the Kashaya to dessert with it! Since we were tired, we could not watch the TV with Thammannayya for long and also we did not wait for Raghavendra who was expected to return home in the night. I fell asleep. Like a tiger in a brand new cave.

My eyes opened up to see my nose getting attracted to a very nice aroma of Malenad coffee. Raghavendra greeted us with ‘Good Morning’. I had to give him an update of all that happened to us and all that we did till that moment. He was very happy of me visiting them again. Raghavendra helped us planning our stay effectively. Because we were so good and looked like alien kids from a different planet, twin toys decided not to go to the school and stayed back at home giving some silly and cute reasons. Sriraksha had a pain in her neck and Srirama had head ache. Funniest part was that in their class these two are the only students (yes! 5^th standard class has only 2 cute twin students). So in a way, they decide when to go to school and teachers should come accordingly. Because they were acting sick in front of their parents, they did not come with us until afternoon just to prove that they are really sick. But we had promised to take them to Kundadri peak and Kattina Madike waterfalls.

We were supposed to meet Subbanna at 9 am; he had promised to take us to a small hill behind his house called Huli Gudda. Subbanna was kind enough to take us there. Raghavendra accompanied us to all the places. After the mini trek, we wanted to take bath at ‘Puttayyana Kattu’ so we went back to that place again. Taking dip in the water there was worth the whole visit. And I found some interesting orchids there. I even got a few plants to one of my friends who is a member of Orchid society.

The water was so good that I started swimming and made Srivathsa also to get into the water. It was a very long time since I got in to the deep water. I wondered whether I could swim or not. But I was swimming, swimming like a new born fish in the gorgeous water heaven.

Grand lunch at Malathi aunty’s place followed our swimming session. After the lunch, it was time for us to leave to the waterfalls and reach Kundadri peak for Sunset. Twin toys and Raghavendra’s mother were ready and were waiting near the car by the time we reached our home stay. Without wasting too much time, of course after having malenadu Kashaya, we climbed on to the motor. Motor will not go all the way to the waterfalls; we had to walk about 3 kms to reach the waterfalls. It was a splendid place. There were about 6-7 levels of waterfalls ranging from 3 ft to 15 ft height in a huge space of about 50 ft wide. We had good fun there; Raghavendra, his twin toys and his mother enjoyed playing with the colorful plants which they called as ‘petle kayi gida’ (I am yet to dig out the English version of its name). We did not have too much time so we started from there and started driving towards Kundadri peak. It was about 18 km drive from Kokkodu. We packed hot bajjis on the way and reached the peak at 6 pm. We reached there on time for the sunset. We had some time to experiment our photography on kids and it was followed by the splendid sunset. We saw the sun, setting far away from all of us like a light taking a dip in the ocean.

After the sunset, we visited the temple and left from there before we started shivering out of cold. We had to visit the temple at the Huruli village 2 km from Kokkodu. Raghavendra’s father was the chair person of the temple trust and he had made some significant developments to the temple. It was a good visit and worth watching the huge temple that looked brand new.

It was almost time to end the day. As we reached our home stay, we had the delicious dinner followed by Kashaya and followed by a snoring sleep without mosquito bites. The plan for the next day was to take the kids to the ‘Vanachetana’ campus near Thirthalli.

It was the last day of our visit. We packed our bags and loaded them inside the car. Twin toys were ready and they were looking gorgeous. Raghavendra made a smart decision to take his bike and park it in the Nalur village. This was just to avoid us coming all the way to drop them back home. We had no problem to drop them back but still he insisted that he would take the bike. We took a group picture with all the family members and I conveyed my wishes and told them how happy I felt to visit them again. They were equally happy about my visit and they asked me to visit them every 3 months.

Twins, I and Srivathsa zoomed our way following Raghavendra’s bike till Nalur and his directions from Nalur to our next destination. We stopped by a place called Chipligudde. There is a Ganesha temple in this place and this place also has a river next to the temple. Fishes in the river are similar to Shringeri temple. Very huge in size and would jump to the rice being thrown by the people who visit the place. Kids enjoyed playing with fishes and I enjoyed looking at their play.

After the play, we reached a place in a village called Heddur. This place is known for a campus called ‘Vanachetana’. It is a well thought out and creatively designed campus to promote nature conservation. Something like making waste into use; In Kannada ‘Kasadinda rasa’. The whole campus is amidst the beautiful forest with a lot of bamboo trees. And the best part is everything is constructed or created using the waste materials. The founder Mr. Nagesh has a very good taste of using the waste and putting it to use effectively. It is about 1 acre campus and a very good model for visitors to follow. The only problem is the maintenance as the founder is the only person looking after the campus and there are not many supporting him. Before it gets spoilt or discontinued, it is worth a visit to the place. Twin toys enjoyed their time at the kids play area and we enjoyed their play.

Well, it was time for us to return to our actual home stays. We drove back to Thirthalli, took them to a good hotel, made them eat whatever they liked to eat and dropped them off to the bus stand. Wished the twin toys well and asked them to study well. They are so bright now, and I wish they get good education in the future wherever they go. I was a bit emotional while dropping them off. It was a good time spent with them and the three days went un-noticed being in a heaven on earth. And I was an alien in a new planet.

That was my three day exciting adventure and my version of ‘Malgudi Days’ in the beautiful and mighty malenadu!

A visit to the village Kokkodu, in malenadu, in the deep forest, in a village house, authentic malenadu cuisine, twin toys to play, divine people, experiencing silence, without mobile networks, without connectivity to chaos, breathing fresh air, seeing new grass, a new flower and a new life! How does it feel? I could not ask for more.

I revisited my past in such a beautiful way.

Srik

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I see you

I see you when I go crazy

and when I see the wild

of a totally new experience

new science between you and me

that we observe and bond

to feel the world so heavy

with the intention of the life…

I do not belong anywhere

anywhere in this new world

of dreams and a new evolution

but there is hope for me

to share that is something mine

to mark my existence around you

you lead my way and speak my word…

I listen and I follow you always

not because I need it

but because we need it

something to experience together

and I already see the poison

In making me yours, but

I have the power to make you mine…

Weird place to live

far away from the life

in between new life but yet dead

to feel and to love

to lead the way

and to understand richness

of that new evolution and dream…

You taught me fly

and I spoke your feelings

unimaginable to think and

still tough to get to the meaning

but I got my life

of how to sing and dance

and to drink nature and feel as yours…

You taught me love

and I made love to you

you still loved me

not just love;

but you gave yourself

for a me, who is here

from a totally different world…

World of the blue mountains

and filled with green life, flourishing;

one human touch for a feel

of everything into the heart

that makes it so special

even to feel and to touch

that evolves by itself…

I come off the dream

back to my own world

caused by the destruction

of what I call madness

taken over by the greed

and inhumane instinct

to destroy, not to create…

I tend not to give up

my dream and the new life

of the love I made and

the love I get

the richness I feel

and the luxury of bondage

happens... only when I see you!

Srik

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