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Showing posts with label travelogue. Show all posts

Travelogue: PAN (Gutka) Eastern and Central India

1 - Ek

2 - Dho

3 - Theen

4 - Chaar

5 - PAN...

How could an entire state or a region have learnt the numerics like this? Because that's how it seemed to me.


A common man addictively consuming Pan in public and blessing everyone with a sprinkle of the holy red concentric liquid mixture of their heavenly smelling saliva and the healthy juice of the Beetel leaves couldn't have possibly driven me to mention it in a blog. Well, you know, that's the Indian TRADITION and one shall not be surprised or taken aback.

But, Alas!

(A few) Cultured men, tutors and even laureates whose dressing sense is no less than those of 'Hollywood James Bonds' are utterly failing to notice that their mouths look no different than an ancient sink, aging a few billion years, used by the Tyrannosauraus where they spit the excess blood and the unchewable remains during a delicious dinner. We all know how the Tyrannosauraus are trolled all over 'Facebook' for their shorter arms and obviously with those arms they could never have cleaned the Sinks. And, that's how the mouths looked like whence comes the explanation of 'Otto Cycle and MOSFET' and great ideas for educational reformation.

No matter how hard you try you could never ignore the existance of a respectable community of artists for whom their Teeth is the canvas on which creativity is splashed (LITERALLY) all over with a unique solution very skillfully mixed using tools not any other than their own teeth and the tactical tongue which handily becomes the Brush to paint their master piece which they put for exhibition everytime they smile at you.
One shall not assume that I'm complaining one region like the region I belong to is free from Pan. Pan is all around in one form or the other but the usage and the spread are not alike. I've never seen a school in any other place where they have thought to highlight with pride, 'PAN FREE CAMPUS' on the compund wall besides the name of the founder.

Parents and tutors are the role models whence the children and learners learn their habits. Pan, they have adopted, even more efficiently and enthusiastically without disappointing or failing their models.

There was a time when I had to wait for a train scheduled for 8 hours thence in Guwahati, Assam while I chose to walk and look around near the railway station for some 15 minutes than to sit idle, that too immediately after dawn but ended up spending 6 hours sitting in a tourist park.

When  I say park one ought to know how difficult it is (if not impossible) to find a seat to sit in a PARK than finding one in a crowded Mumbai train.

Now, don't imagine the park to have a legion of tourists.

There were around 50 seats very generously spaced and there wan't one more person than 50 pairs ranging from 'infatuated infants still in school uniforms' to 'hopeful hippies' and each has taken an entire seat for themselves. While if it was a place where I could also contribute in an argument if one breaks out between me and others I would have taken one seat ignoring the pair. But there, I couldn't do anything such, as if they are unhappy or annoyed, no matter how logical or rightful my explanations are, they would never understand.

Thus mentally fixing this in mind I scooted around trying to find a place to lay my bag while I rest and finally found a seat where there were 3 school boys who were talking and laughing louder than it is required except if any of their hearing is impaired. I eventually found that their AURO Audio effect is because of a group of dames standing a few feet away with the same school uniform whose attention these Romeos were trying to get and were succeeding occasionally. They could not be older than a 10th standard student and after every two sentence they finish speaking (or spitting) they spit the PAN (with style) after hitting a look at the girls.

I could not help but wonder how the girls are not offended by this action. In movies and real life I've seen since my childhood, when someone looks at you and then Spits, it is an expression of insult and with the utterance of 'Thuth theri...' the insult is stronger and deeper. However it was different there.

A Bus driver, a ticket vendor, a TTE, the Principals and the Correspondents, a watchman, a cab driver and with an exception of a few everyone mentioned or failed to be mentioned here chew and spit all around and round the clock.
One time there was a professor with a doctorate and a countable number of years of experience, dressed so perfect in a cosy car, was driving me to their institution. The car slowed down after crossing a speed breaker and the Professor suddenly opened the front door of the car and leaned out far and I was unable  to choose between shock and terror for I had no idea what he was up to. He leaned so low and so far ignoring the road and the vehicles in the front and SPAT. I was only relieved when his eyes met the road after he returned to his original driving posture. That was the first and last time to be surprised and then I have started to predict what's coming every time the car slows down.

There was another occasion where I was waiting at the railway station where a group of about 10 or 12 local people (looked more like the tribal) settled around me as there was enough room for 3 more people to sit in. Even while many others sitting around me until then started to move away one by one, I chose not to leave my seat as I had to wait for 3 more hours. 

It would be so foolish of me not to expect them to consume pan or spit it around while I've seen sophisticated men do it all the time even within the campus of an educational institution.

All of a sudden one woman in the group had a 'CIGAR' on her mouth. One as lengthy and as the one which 'Ajith has in the ASAL movie poster' and she ignited it which I did not look at first. Confused with the strange smell and the strong smoke I looked up and was taken aback with an expression of disapproval and annoyance seeing which one of the men in the group shouted something indecipherable to the lady and she moved a feet away smiling ashamedly at him and looking at me. Relieved I was, thanking the man, who advised her to move away, with a smile.


With common men I had at least the chance to express my vexation which I have not with the cultured and well-versed who should naturally be mindful of the troublesomeness it might cause to others. 

Travelogue 2 - The Nagala TREK (2 of 2)

(contd. from here)

Mesmerising, the sight was, on the other side of the slope. A pond with trees long dead, standing stiff and slanting with their twin reflections on the serene water.

'In the Jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight' was playing aloud in my head while we entered the real jungle.

Then we reached the first Pool (in fact that was the first and last pool for my trek). But, the trekkers on other adventure treks go beyond this and more.

Disappointed. And why?

Shouldn't the sight of a pool have excited me, for I'm from 'Chennai' who gets to see large water resources to be either salty or just due to poor maintenance of the drainage system.

I'll tell you why I the disappointment was.

It had rained the previous night and the pond water was thoroughly disturbed. The water in itself was too dark and dusty.

Having seen the photographs of the previous trekkers paying with the tiny fishes which comes and nibbles their feet this was definitely not the sight I expected.

Would you not be disappointed if you look at an iPhone in the ad and get a 'Grahambell' invented model telephone for the same price from the same showroom with same name. Deceived I was, not by the organizers (no, they're cool) but by nature.

Peter, Tilak and few other experienced trekkers and organisers discussed for a minute and started to unpack their backs, taking out all the balloons and inflated the tubes for the kids.

Even before I could think if they will find another better pool, everyone was in the pool. Yes, the very same, dirty, stirred, black pond to have the best times of their lives.

Watching everyone so excited and splashing the water over each other, laughing out loud, shouting and screaming while escaping from the ones trying to splash water on them, I, with regret threw myself in the pond like everyone else.

I was floating with the help of the tubes (though I could swim like a rock, I didn't want to show off my swimming skills) which were originally meant for kids.

I realised, water is more like a bunch of good friends. When we are surrounded by them, we find ourselves being happy for no reason at all.

Few came forward to teach me to swim but I was just floating with the help of the tubes and went on asking them, 'Am I swimming, now? okay, now? hey, how about now?'.

Well, at least they were able to bear the nuisance to an aspiring swimmer all well.

Enjoyed it.

Swimmers turned Divers:

Then the swimmers became divers. After failing in swimming, I wanted to try diving while a mighty hand of fear held my heart so firm that it wouldn't ebb as the my body hits the water.

Despite the warning from the experienced, I got ready for my first dive.

So, the fearless Penguin, with the Tube around it, climbed up the rock and stood third in a queue for its turn with a second thought of backing off.

Finally, My turn! My turn! My turn!

Before jumping though, I made a request to one in the pool to immediately look for me if he doesn't see my head on the surface within 10 seconds.

And then went the great jump (or the great fall as it should be professionally termed).

Weeeeeeeeeeee!

A few seconds on air and then a sudden thud I heard, as my ears were already filled with water and went a few inches deep into the pool. The pond on the other side, where the diving happens was deeper and thanks to the tube for I reached the surface while still alive.

In 2 minutes I was not to be found anywhere in the pond, for... 'hey! look over there, on top of the rock! there I was, again for my next fall.'

Fell/Jumped again and again and again and again and...

While other did somersault and more acrobatics I wanted to do a straight dive, you know, head first. I know the first time one wouldn't get it right and I was no exception, at least the damage was not severe.

Hit! Hurt! pained and suffered! but was fun.

Then again I went up the rock and would I try to dive again? No. Jump! Jump, you little froggy, keep jumping!

On the other side of the pond people sat under a very small stream which flowed like a mini fountain where the force was stronger.

Sitting under it was like visually seeing one's favourite Music flowing inside the body and their musical symbols floating around slowly loudly and softly. The force that crushes ones ego making him weak and fills him with peace and builds him up stronger than he was before.

It would be safe to just say that the peace and calmness experienced then was and will never (I hope against it, though) be experienced anywhere else and in anything else.

Humbled in front of the might of water.

When even the voice of one's own mind is not heard, BLISS, it was indeed!

***end***

Travelogue 2 - The Nagala TREK (1 of 2)

This, in fact, should have been the first travelogue.

Like many who want to feel the Adrenaline rush in their vein, I did, and that was probably the only reason for me to opt for a trek experience.

As recommended by a good fiend, I joined the Chennai Trekking Club (CTC) which is a large group of trekkers.

By nature, I'm a person who would desire to do a lot and end giving it up because of lack of information (or lack of interest in getting to know) to go forward. But, this was a different story. The details were too easy to obtain.

So, I went online; joined the CTC google groups.

I'm put up closer to Perambur, Chennai.

The available meeting points were,
1. Thiruvanmiyur at 5.30 am
2. Koyambedu (C.M.B.T) at 6.30 am
3. Periyar Nagar (near Perambur) at 7.30 am

Since 'CMBT' was the name familiar to me than 'Periyar Nagar' (though it's within 5 km), so I chose '5.30 am in CMBT'.

'FINALLY, for the first time, I'm really gonna go on a trek; climb the mountains; walk into the wilderness; plunge my blessed face into the cold water, preserved in the roots, flowing along.'

Excited I was, living it all in the dreamy land. The night didn't seem to move on. Excitement let me not to fall asleep.

Rose, I, with an excitement that hasn't spilled an ounce; packed and was ready by 4.30.

For everyone the trek started by 8.30 am. but for me it started by 4.30 am. right when I stepped out of the house.

I was perfectly ready for the trek in a Black T-Shirt, Army-Green Tracks and a Bloody Red cap to meet the team at CMBT. (try not to visualize - for your own safety!)

15 minutes past, no bus turned up. 30 minutes and an hour past, none.

It was 6 and I was sure even if I get a bus after that I would not reach the boarding point but hey said they could wait upto 6.45 which was still not a possible time for me to reach there. Regretted the decision of choosing to go on a trek. Cursed everyone who recommended me to take a bus at this time and called the coordinator.

I was adivised to join them in Periyar Nagar directly at 8 am for that is closer to Perambur. Took an auto to 'Agaram' which was just 10 mins away and from there I walked for 15 minutes to find a bank as mentioned by the Tilak (another coordinator).

"Stand in from of the bank, your back facing the bank. Now you will find the road split into three. One on the right and one ahead of you and the last on your left. Take the one towards the left", these were the directions given, like one instructs a 10 year old.

I kept walking and it was almost  7 when I saw a Black Scorpio pass me and a very good speed, followed by a few cars at regular gaps.

While I was thinking if this is a part of the 'Trek Team' one car stopped near me and a guy with spectacles and a Shorts with a mobile in his hand got out of the car asking if I was the one who kept on calling asking for directions.

With my identity confirmed as a nuisance caller they took me in and within 50 feet the cars came to a halt. The boarding point, that was.

A place which I could have reached in (10 minutes in auto + 15 minutes of walk) nearly 25 minutes for which I have spent (30 minutes walk to Perambur bus stand + 5 minutes walk to Railway station + the 25 minutes of actual travel and slightly over a whole hour of waiting) around 2 hours and 30 plus minutes.

Applauding (silently) my own self for my geographical knowledge, I joined the group.

Then the engines started with three to four kids in each car, we started from the HOME of those kids.

There were new places, narrow roads, little huts, smaller buildings, variety of flora and a lot.

A feeling was there! Peace! Happiness and joy!

After reaching the spot we climbed a slope with everyone assigned a kid to be taken care of. 'Roja' was the little girl, whom I had to take care of though out the trek. There was a group shot taken once everyone climbed the first slope. (probably for the 'Before and After trek' or whatever)

(contd. here)