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Green cover of Chennai, a victim of idiossy and beleagured vision

2011-04-02T17:05:00.007+05:30

Cutting off 250 trees in one go! oh my God how easy it is to do so!! by the orders of the Vice Chancellor of the Madras University – Mr. G. Thirvasagam, for the sake of 2 buildings of which one is to host a nano technology dept.!!! Is this the message the so called educationist sends to the academic intelligentia? Could not the dept. of nano technology and the other building come up elsewhere? Or even perhaps if the Guindy campus of the University was so sacrosanct could not 250 trees be transplanted. After all the cost of transplanting a young tree hardly 20 years old does not exceed Rs.5,000/-. Is the University saying that they did not have a budget of Rs.12,50,000/- out of a plan outlay that would have perhaps been more than a Crore of Rupees. How strange and disgusting roles educationists play in our society! And the sad victims of this callous attitude of an educationist are 250 lush young trees in the prime of their existence perhaps in full inflorescence of the early summer and they were all gone for the senseless reasoning of a blackguard Vice Chancellor called G. Thiruvasagam, a name that's a misnomer. Tiruvacagam - the Sacred Utterances – the treatise of Manickavasagar, is put to shame by this act of the so called responsible Vice Chancellor.

Am reminded of G.U. Pope's heart rending translation of a propitiation to the embodiment of Lord Siva:
Grass was I, shrub was I, worm, tree,
Full many a kind of beast, bird, snake,
Stone, man, and demon. 'Midst Thy hosts I served.
The form of mighty Asuras, ascetics, gods I bore.
Within these immobile and mobile forms of life,
In every species born, weary I've grown, great Lord !

Perhaps Mr. G. Thirvasagam should seriously consider changing his name that befits the senseless irresponsible mindless acts that be nothing less criminal. For such men are the bane of a humane society and ostensibly deserve to be condemned by all right thinking persons.

And now for the moot question: Will the blackguard realise the mistake? The answer is perhaps never! These are unscrupulous men with beleaguered vision, well entrenched, supported by the mediocrity and the oligarchy in power. So who cares about carbon footprints? Who cares for green house gases? Who cares about greening the environment where a city (Chennai) has less than 10% greenery? Forget all of them the Vice Chancellor is well settled for life and perhaps the generations that follow!! So to hell with the University, the academicians and the students who deserve to be groomed under his tutelage!!! The living souls in the trees that went down and those many more awaiting the guillotine are mute observers of this brutality nay harakiri in the name of educational infrastructure! What a joke of a University headed by a joker the Vice Chancellor, shame shame and fie upon the rascal for its he who deserves the gallows not the poor mute trees.

Loss of a heritage and a link with a cosmopolitan past

2010-06-15T18:06:00.005+05:30

This new found drive of the Worshipful Hon'ble Mayor of the Corporation of Chennai to rename everything English is no more unfortunate than a bad carpenter blaming the tools for as foretold: What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet, perhaps Shakespeare knew about our city beforehand! How dry a joke I bet and yet not to digress I trust the primary task of a Civic Corporation is to provide adequate infrastructure in the form of good motorable roads, pavements and avenue trees for shade, urban waste management and well lit roads. Unfortunately the Corporation headed by the Hon'ble Mayor has failed miserably in this task save for the well lit roads of Chennai (kudos to him for this). But Does this city have decent motorable roads in the main business district, perhaps the Worshipful Hon'ble Mayor might retard Do we have a business district at all? The roads in and around Egmore, Nugambakkam and Mount Road present a pitiable and shameful sight for most roads are full of patch works right from Casa Major Road, Pantheon Road, Montieth Road, Marshalls Road, Commander-in-Chief Road, College Road, Nungambakkam High Road, with little or no avenue trees or even a decent pavement for pedestrians to walk along. And even if ever one can spot a road with a smooth black top in comes the veritable and unsurmountable manhole covers that are way above the road (thanks to the little kindness of my car's suspensions, am still fine despite the bumpty bumps!) and that reminds me that nothing can stave of the drains of the black hole!! Nevertheless we the commons with our traffic chaos chug along. Come what may the denizens of Chennai have moved on taking with them all the insults of the Worshipful Hon'ble Mayor and his dysfunctional and callous Councillors and a confused civic Corporation who care little for the comforts nay basic necessities of the commons therein and yet claim to champion their cause for no valid reason. What a bunch jokers? Would not be surprised if H.E. Lord Ripon would turn in his grave when he gets to know that a bunch of jokers (our noble councillors) rule the roost and decide the fate of the names of the roads and addresses of perhaps 9 million denizens sitting in the air-conditioned comfort of a building chosen to deify His Excellency and yet these jokers know not what they were elected for and sprightly with populism wish to mislead the fools of a city into a chasm of relative ignorance and this seems to be the objective of our noble coucillors who pride themselves as the oldest civic corporation in Asia and champion our cause, what a shame!!!
When will our councillors understand what they were elected for? When will cheap populism stop? Don't they ever understand that the very cosmopolitan fabric of a city nay a big village that they have reduced this once great garden city into has been torn away in the name of Tamilisation. Madras as it used be was the hub of whole of South India, a melting pot of the Telugu's, the Tamils, the Malayalees, Coorgese and the Canarese, and thereon the Marwaris, the Gujaratis, and many others and today where is that cosmopolitan culture, slaughtered and buried once and for all and here are these fools wanting to talk about a world class city, a financial capital, an industrial and service hub what rot! Who are these men trying to fool around with. Let these elected coucillors of ours get back to the streets and clean them up, cement the pavements, provide decent motorable roads, with no patches, bumps and pavements with avenue trees that can allow one take a tireless decent walk alongside the roads of the city. If this they do then our Worshipful Hon'ble Mayor deserves respect or else perhaps let me shed using Worshipful Hon'ble, perhaps he is just another Mr. Mayor assisted ably with a bunch of jokers nay our esteemed councillors!!

mptf - act ii

2008-08-11T16:24:00.009+05:30

Aha, the crowds were back on Thursday eve to witness moby dick or is that the way they would like to hear it and get accused of being branded moby dick for a man's mobile phone to ring! despite the pun...in a nutshell as a fellow blogger Sudhir put it across ultra creative! ultra ambiguous!! and yet this solo performance for one required some knowledge about the life of moby dick which perhaps half the crowd knew nothing about so I could guess the confusion. But for the other half who I guess knew what they saw there it was all for you the ever ruthless moby dick, the beautiful white sperm whale, graceful in its movements all brought alive by the performer(Carlo Adinolfi) with his props, with perfect steps and a doubly perfect sound and light coordination that none could find fault with. The tete a tete interaction that followed the show was informative of course I was just too glad that N.Ram has raised the very valid query on whaling and conservation (guess me too was waiting to gun him nay harpoon him on that). While commending on the ingenuity of the props which were amazing what surprises me was the brochure tells me that the performance was to last 70 minutes! But on stage what we saw was 60 minutes!! of course it was clear that the last scene wasn't yet over and yet the ignorant half of our audience began its applause, guess they had enough of it!!! And the plays on friday and saturday sorry am gleefully ignorant, friday of course had my radio show...so I missed the Presidential address leave alone see who it was! And saturday WOW could not afford to miss the Chennai Food Guide meet (an orkut group) Mmmmm am drooling!! thinking of The Farm, what a place on OMR and the food was awesome. Wish we could have one more CFG meet on The Farm.

And its time for the last day last show at the mptf, well criticism apart thanks and no thanks for all that went well and didn't go well!! And what a way to end the festival that had its ups and downs with a marvelous compere who scripted his talk so perfectly. Trust Vijay Marur did his part very well! and Chennai!! don't let him to go to Hyderabad!!! He's one of the really good compere's we've seen in a long while. And about 'The Suit', trust me I still haven't got the right words to describe this intense play, but then the story was such and the actors simply simply played their roles so wonderfully intense that am at a loss to criticise Neelam M. Chowdhry. Of course the story of Can Themba was tweaked around not just a bit, but then why on earth are we trying to conform to a cliche and then punish those who want to break free! Ah well that's an issue for our society to debate on (and at my end all that can be said is Man is a social animal, A social animal needs a variety, And variety is the spice of life!). Adding some spice to the whole thing was Vajinder's display of his 6 pack abs...ooh la la...exhibitionism! And yes N. Mansingh Chowdhry defended herself to a large extent on the acts and roles portrayed during the tete a tete but then as she made it clear she didn't want to take a stand and yet the irony remained. But guess one thing that went sadly unnoticed was the physical presence of and importance to the background accompaniments i.e. the artists who provided the sound effects, in fact it a rare event these days to prominently notice the accompanying artists providing the background score along with the performers on stage... like in the good old days! Perhaps that's what life and theatre is all about, the schism between the reel and the real, and amidst this remains many a thing to be discovered.

Now apart from the play once again I must question the organisers the logic behind staging 'The Suit' towards the end. Am certainly of the view that a lighter one would have gone well with the crowds. And am not finding fault with the play or the reasoning behind having it on a Sunday evening but a play of this nature should have been categorized in a different manner. I guess you should rethink on categorising plays on the lines of theme based or issues. The organisers of such a premier festival have a bounden duty in addition to the seminars and workshops hosted to educate the general public in a subtle way. I strongly believe that it is one of the noble objectives of The Hindu to evolve public opinion on issues that concern the general public and definitely you should not lose sight that theatre is a powerful media that helps shape public opinion.

Metroplus Theatre Fest. '08 - phase 1

2008-08-04T00:01:00.010+05:30

Guess all that begins well ends well and the Korean group that was set to begin with the Midsummer Nights Dream...Hmmm as usual come Friday and I miss it anyways, the flip side being I enjoyed my radio show....man it was great music on friday the 1st of Aug. '08 - 214th day of the year, so that's a wash out for me....Now for Day-2 - trust me Rajit Kapoor and Shernaz Patel were simply superb and yes the Hall at which they performed indeed resounded the best of vibes for the prepared mind. And if "Love Letters" could have gone for 250 plus shows I will not be surprised to one fine day hear the 1000 plus record of this play. Awesome, touching, nostalgic, sentimental were perhaps some of the scribbling on the graffiti board that caused the purge of emotions! well you had it all!! Now allow me to blame myself for having missed the tete-a-tete with the actors in the cafeteria and I shall never forgive myself on that. But guess if only they could answer this query of mine....did they feel any sort of a change in their personal lives having performed this play 250 times plus of course allow me to ask why didn't Shernaz Patel ever think of the RK tattoo!

And Now talking about winners and losers, bulls and bears looks like this theatre festival has its share of kudos and brickbats and trust me if friday and saturday were the bull run days sunday was the day of the bears...and its not over with that. With all due praise and appreciation for the bold approach of Johannes von Matuschka in Electronic City by Project InDe Act, it looks like the idea of the project in action just did not sink in with more than half the audience, who showed their feedback by walking off and the remaining who just clapped through the appreciation. Well Count it didn't seem to work well here. The idea of a start without any introduction was great and the bit on the cellphone menace was well taken, trust the audience in Chennai would do well to deserve that. And it took a while for most to understand that these characters were props among the audience. While empathizing with the contemporary concept and new forays into theatre looks like somewhere you have lost the entertainment portion. The roles were played well but however there seems to be a disconnect. Actually I never knew that the role of Tom (the man in the film wandering about) was later attributed to a character on stage. Guess the transition wasn't so smooth and perhaps I still don't get the logic of not having a common face for the character Tom and how the TV shooting scenes get into the whole experiment. And coming to the violence on stage well thats another controversial issue, am certainly of the feel that violence of any form has its limits on stage. Expressing an act of frustration need not be in virulent violent scenes. Perhaps you should allow the audience to say "Stop" the next time we see such virulence on stage, now lets talk about the audience - actor interaction on stage....something to experiment about hey! That apart the lighting could have been worked around better and about the rain, that was awesome. Little did we realise it was raining outside all the same the sound of rain that we heard in the hall and I don't know, was it part of the sound recording or were we hearing it rain for real (I bet the hall has a weathering coat that is sound proof too!); Lastly a project of this nature is good but has to be abridged if you guys really want to take the message across.

And a word or two for the organisers, I bet a Sunday evening is not the right time for some experimentation. The denizens of Chennai have paid a price to watch an entertaining show and you are not doing justice to them with experiments on a Sunday evening!! And of course I sincerely wish the compere could have reminded us that there was a tete-a-tete with the Director and cast of the play, most of us left thinking that was the end, given the good night wishes! and the rain!!

'tis time for the Metroplus Theatre Fest! Aint it!!

2008-08-03T23:50:00.003+05:30

Yet another festival and yes as I said last year the Metroplus theatre festival of The Hindu is certainly one the denizens of Chennai await. And thanks to Evam and Harsha in particular for having done the P.R. and getting me to the curtain raiser in time! and am only too glad to sport the blogger's pass, thanks Evam and The Hindu. Of course the launch party was nice, N.Ram was at his delightful best and the wine, the food, and the band et al made a great curtain raiser. And Now Folks await for the rip rip off in the days to come.....

The politicking in Cashmere (Kashmir) and the politics of Ladakh

2008-07-13T15:55:00.003+05:30

Finally folks here goes the series of articles on Cashmere and Ladakh. Guess its late no doubt but better late than never.

What to say about Ladakh, the most useless and the most horrible place one could ever decide to reside in. Every guy who is married in the region is a fucker. And every femme who is in this region is a husband fucker, beyond that God alone knows. Politics is something one shouldn't talk about, but I don't know why the guy (chutiya saala) after me wants to write about this topic.

Now how do I escape being a chutiya saala of a comment on an article yet to be written...simple copy and paste my article above his paragraph! Or perhaps am I to maintain the comment and allow you to take the call. Guess the latter is better. And by the way if you wish to know whose comment it is that info will be added soon to this blog either with or without his consent and just as I was typing this he claims to have given consent to a certain degree, so here we go...Hemant – (Bombay) +91-932....... (keep figuring) ha ha...

Cashmere or Kashmir ever since the partition and the infamous accession of its Hindu ruler much to the angst of the Moslem majority is still a pain for the rest of India. May be you could ask is it the politics of appeasement for half a century or is it a case of shortsightedness and the genuine incapacity that plagues this paradise on earth. Apart its geographical beauty, nay remove the beauty and the monetary benefits that the beautiful lass exudes is all over, lo the controversy ends here. So is it the money or politicking in it that this beautiful paradise succumbed to is the moot question. And the answers are there before you for it needs no enlightened discussion to speak on the politics of money and the criminal politician nexus that has added woe to woe and insult to injury in the process of integrating Cashmere.

Where lies the fault? Do Cashmere's have the right to better infrastructure, education and economy just as much those in Jharkand or Tamil Nadu may demand? Or have the people of the valley lost their spirit? Or are they imbecile? Why is the policy of divide and rule still in vogue? What happens to a generation where there is none with values to imbibe from? Secessionism is the answer. For all those of you who perhaps know not lets clear this up 'Nationalism comes from the top and Secession ism arises from the bottom'. When one fails the other opens, this is just what the 20^th century has taught us all in clear terms, close the open market you are indirectly patronizing the black market, close one window and another opens. This is not seen in just one part of the world, most of Africa, Latin America, the Middle East and South Asia is a stark example of all that I have been discussing supra. And yet nobody cares, who cares, when the Cashmeree throws up his hands and say Inshaallah! Well according to the latest news the Eygptians do it more often! That apart as I pen this article the Govt. of Cashmere has once again collapsed courtesy the Amarnath land issue, I just dont get it. Well its an election year and the opposition has trained its guns pretty well.

For ever since if I were to look back at the numerous governments that ruled Cashmere's valley post world war 2, most of them have always been nincompoops with little or no development to their credit, alas you cant ask for more in a war torn region. Right from the days of Sheikh Abdullah and Jawaharlal Nehru the chaos continues. These were the men who were supposed to have resolved the identity crisis of Cashmere (lest we forget the very same men need to be attributed to have created the crisis) and till date the referendum on Cashmere's self determination is an issue that none of us can deny and a decision here will never be something that either India or Pakistan would digest come what may! But amidst all this lets not forget the plight of the Cashmeree Hindu who has for long since been forgotten since the mid 87' and into the early 90's. Sadly these Pundits of Cashmere are yet to be rehabilitated and fear to return to their own land. And the issue of Cashmere cannot be solved by the fanatic and fundamentalist zealots as as long as they willfully deny some of their own kin the right to co-exist.

If this be the politicking in Cashmere what about Ladakh? well thats another big story, ever since the Govt. of India decided to give autonomy to Ladakh, perhaps thats one way they could split Cashmere. Bad luck the Chinese anyway have the last laugh for more than a third of land is with the Chinese and they care two hoots to the rest of the world! Yes the autonomous council of Ladakh is supposed to have developed Ladakh into a beautiful tourist friendly region. But then the differences between the successive governments of Cashmere and the council in Ladakh has simply stalled everything good and nice that you and I was supposed to hear of this region. Not a day passes with there being a rift or difference of opinion being publicly stated between the govt. at Srinagar and the council in Leh. And as long these two are loggerheads the politics of Ladakh and the dreams of a million and odd go unabated.

a bribe to blog

2008-06-17T00:25:00.003+05:30

hey never thought the the T-shirt of the indibloggers....would cause this...it all began when I just thought let me try this indiblogger t-shirt on sunday evening when i get to do my vegetable shopping at the local unreliable R fresh store at Chintamani, Anna Nagar. And yup I already had a quite a few looks and stares....well well I enjoyed the extra importance no doubt and then reach this mithaiwalla shop in the same locality. My sweet tooth could hold no more for the irresistible fresh sweets on display...and of course as Oscar Wilde said it...I can avoid everything but temptation...and lo ther was the Ras Malaai and I went for it....slurp slurp slurp...twas gone in moments...trust me it was fresh and good...(so for those of yo...in an around Anna Nagar...Balaji's..Mithaiwalla at Chintamani is worth the Ras Malaai!....) and then just as that was gone...my eyes were on the hot jelaybees...and then came the statement from the mithaiwalla owner, a nice Maru bloke who commented on the t-shirt...hey I read the article in the newspapers of your blog group...i bet you bloggers are going great places...(oh ya right..) and ofcourse after all those blah blah blah .....hey I would not mind if you do a write up on the sweets here....and certainly you can have the plate of Jelaybee's free...thats my incentive..I wouldn't mind bribing you guys to put an article about the sweets here on your blogs.... And there I go...wow....that sounds nice...will consider it ...perhaps I will return another evening to your shop and try the Jelaybee's then and something more...:) and our Maru man eagerly agrees to the deal....So there I am with an invite for next Sunday to be at the same Mithaiwalla's shop for a hot plate of Jelaybee's...my bribe....to blog!

Learning to think at problem solving

2008-06-10T13:32:00.005+05:30

So there we go with the bloggers going ga ga over the Sudhir's excellent write up on the meet last Sunday. I bet almost everyone of us would have something to add on the meet and me ofcourse ain't an exception, so here I go and thanx to the indibloggers for spurring me to write again am out of the block folks..:) Trust me Ravin, Bala and your team it was a great event. Amidst the impressive line up of events and rains that I so much missed that Sunday evening factually one incident got me keep the thinking hat on for a while at least later that evening and what was that if you'd ask simple it all began with the frantic request of the thunderror (http://thunderror.blogspot.com) and all those dear souls who helped him out with his car. Frankly what amazed me was the approach to problem solving. Almost everyone out there simply thought the best way to get a car (and oh my god this car was an obese fella, a suzuki Swift – grrr..... always felt it was a Renault design on steroids), out of the ditch nay pit nay just another sunken ground left by our chweeto read confused corporation was to lift the god damn car....ooh la la...thats tough man...cant we have some lateral thinking and thats what the situation demanded. So one look at the situation and a brain wave.... fill the sunken ground and get her out. And thats just what we did, stones were brought to give a fillip to the sunken ground below and lo in a couple of moments the obese lady was rolled out in reverse. So thats the moral of the day, the need of the hour is lateral thinking, if only we could address the issue in thoughtful manner with a little difference cant we solve most issues that plague us. Perhaps as one of successful American millionaire business women of the 20^th century put it there's nothing better like a thing called a “common sense” approach!

P.S. And hey by the way folks my earlier posting on Halwa bites the dust....its halwa to one and all the shop has closed down...sob ..sob..no more alwa's!!

Halwa’s (Alwa) of Chennai!

2007-12-31T13:56:00.000+05:30

Giving alwa to someone seems to be a nice thing which everyone likes! and ofcourse when I got some alwa from this venue “Raja Alwa Kadai” to those at the duty room of AIR, all of them said this “Ennapa (What) your giving alwa to all of us”. Well anyways this alwa was genuine and the shop here was unique as it sold only Alwa’s (Halwa). About the shop, its rather quaint well lit, pretty clean rather unassuming in its interiors. Perhaps space here is a problem, well you do have space to sit and eat and the Alwa is …mmmm…..yummy. So if you have a sweet tooth thats the place to be. Interestingly on interacting with one Raja, the owner of the shop I learn that everyday they have 10 varieties of Alwa on display. Overall they have around 70 or so varieties of Alwa. That makes it more or less a set of 10 different alwa’s for every day of the week. And if you want to pick and choose from Raja’s exhaustive Menu you need to give him at least 2 days notice. To mention a few of the alwa’s on display were: Fruit Alwa, Semiya (Vermicelli) Alwa, Tinnevely Alwa, Milk Alwa, Pumpkin Alwa, Cashewnut Halwa, Carrot Alwa etc.

And where is this Alwa shop exactly? Hey this one is located on the Beach Road, bang opp. All India Radio and on the same side that the Light house is, in Santhome. And its not very expensive either 1/4kg. of the Alwa is Rs.50/-. So I bet it fits into your budget.

P.S. And hey Raja wants help in getting a menu card done in English. So any helpers out there pitch in now! Of course in return you can demand your pound of Alwa!

Chennai Thetre Scene & Metroplus

2007-12-17T15:28:00.000+05:30

A Late Review....yet no doubt Relevant

Just thought I'd start penning down nay reducing all that I wanted to say on the Metroplus Theatre Fest. '07 after the heat and dust simmers down! You'd perhaps say that this is a late bloomer now now lets get thing straight this is not about discovering something within me nor is it just about another theatre festival but it is about something that is now recognised to be Chennai's very own theatre festival. Three in a row and you have done it “Hindu”....and its here to stay. Now as bad luck would have it despite the invites all I got to see were the last three. Blame it on paucity of time, work related pressures or just my inertia anyways thanks to the Metroplus and the Evam team (Pavithra ofcourse) for having taken care of my passes, despite the market demands. Of course I would should thank Mukund (Editor, Metroplus) and Karthik (Evam) for a rather brief live talk on my radio show and there it was in clear terms all about this edition of the festival and thats that.

On the last three plays that I got to see, aha Pegasus, on the Civil Rights movement, truly a period play, a perfect script line played to the utmost perfection for I could see no flaw despite the best a roving eye like mine would wish to. And of course even that which I saw, trust me it was done in style for none could point a finger. Adeptness is not just the word for Pegasus, every actor on stage empathized with the role they adorned and with the audience being transported back in a time machine to another day almost five decades ago to the time and events they perhaps must have read or heard about or witnessed on television, Pegasus did their job. This play was no doubt for the serious minded and definitely not for the jolly go person who wishes to sit through a play and laugh his head off. My only wish is perhaps the organisers should put this in the posters or the list of plays, another column /row on the nature of the play and the target audience that would benefit from this. For instance the column could read: “This is a period play for the serious theatre afficionado and ofcourse for those who want to look at things at a lighter vein be there on the 11^th and 12^th for Ristorante Immortale and .......” A note like this am certain would be of value for those who are not familiar with theatre being a serious medium of public opinion and on the flip side it is informative and categorizes the play and helps the audience make quick choices.

And now for the hilarious ones the last two: Do Masks have Expressions? Ristorante Immortale seemed to say a big yes to it. Oh my god mime...mime and mime it was, expressions... rich they were. Truly professional entertainers they kept the crowd going for exactly an Hour and then the whole thing slipped into boredom. Trust me this group from Berlin is simply great but they need to feel the pulse of an audience. Mime has its limitations and an hour is notably the max. any audience can take. The last ten minutes did not seem to jive well with an impatient audience, perhaps the group should get back to its drawing board and abridge. That apart it was a perfect rendition of sorts, masks, masks, masks all around with deep expressions, emotions or they seem to speak from their hearts for every character in the play was in sync. The characterisation of human thought process was professionalism class apart. Last but not the least the impressive finale was the most commendable and innovative at its best.

The last play of the festival Vikram Kapadia's Black with Equal on Sunday was absorbing a true comedy of sorts perhaps a reality in some cases and of course as the M.C. said it was the last time that the group was performing the play and I considered myself to be lucky to watch them at close angle. This award winning satire from Bombay definitely takes the cake for it kept the entire audience on their feet, and as one of my pals referred: Quote “.....this is exactly what goes on in our flats, am just reminded of all that goes on....man looks like this happens everywhere.....” Unquote. Definitely that was a true purge of emotions but the play had some masala to it which of course we all like. Indeed an entertainer at its best this play was certainly made a deserving finish for the third edition of the Metroplus Theatre Festival.

But one thing which as an audience I must reflect is the much awaited post performance interactive sessions that a theatre festival should encourage. Perhaps the organisers thought that this is a time consuming exercise but certainly there can be no running away from this and one should face it. It is a well known fact that the success of any theatre festival is rated not just on the impeccable performances but also the post performance interaction that the audience get to have and the debates thereon with the performers on stage. The warmth of these interactions go a long way in bridging the gap between the performers, the wannabe and of course the ever critical audience (of course you can add me in that list albeit am no connoisseur). And while not letting the dust settle on the curtains that have come down for this edition of the Metroplus Theatre Festival must say Karthik (Evam) made a fine M.C., an interesting exercise that he indulged in and am certain it paid off being informative. And for the next edition perhaps a suggestion or two, please consider the extra column as suggested above and for heavens sake the audience have to interact with the performers on stage, so the post performance interaction is a Must. Of course you can afford to dispense with Bose's loud music (nay noise) at the Verandah, perhaps the organisers should think of something that befits the ambience and trust something more “Madrasi.....” is welcome.

Coorg! Club Mahindra!! & a Kingfisher THUD!!!

2007-12-06T11:59:00.001+05:30

Ah well guess thats how it all began, ofcourse wudn't have to go into the intricacies of being invited ....blah blah blah...but lets get to see what Coorg was all about. And it began with a big THUD...courtesy Kingfisher Airlines....for a good nay bad nay ugly nay THUD of a land and we almost felt thrown down rudely at Bangalore...(my favourite city and I could'nt care being thrown) perhaps Kingfisher needs to get its act together for its pax....don't wish to land in Bangalore with a THUD (Witnesses ofcourse all the pax in flt-IT411 on 30.11.07 -now thats for the record..tee hee). Anyways am not grumbling and thanks to our host Arun of Club Mahindra and Kiruba of course.

That said must admit that an all paid expenses trip was awesome. Trust I have never felt so important at a resort, Being suave at its best, thats sums up the attitude of the staff at the Club Mahindra Resort in Coorg. Of course Arun need not worry that am using too good words for a description. Nay I can be a nasty critic like Subbudu!

Now for some stats of Getting there:

Getting to Coorg (Kodagu) Valley:

Air: The proximate airport Mangalore (135 kms) and Bangalore (265-270 kms) - we drove down from Blr., Calicut (190 km)

Train: The nearest rail lines are to Mysore, Mangalore and Hassan (146 kilometers).

Road: Understandably from Bangalore, there are two routes to Coorg both being more or less the same distance, and via the National Highway. The one via Mysore, is the usually chosen. After Seringapatnam, Ranganthittu, Chanrayanapatna, the state highway route takes you to your destination. The stretch after Kushalnagar (the Tibetan settlement) is pretty bad however its scenic a drive through the coffee plantations which is absorbing. Alternative route is through Siddupur which supposedly is good.

Commuting Within Coorg: Buses: There are local bus services in Mercara (Madikeri) that connects almost every place in Coorg, except Kushalnagar. To this Buddhist settlement any of the out bound buses including those to Bangalore or Mysore should help.

Best Visited:

From October - May - Through the Winter - Summer. June - September has the monsoon rains lashing and out come the leaches (so take lots of salt with you).

Accommodation:
Understandably good hotels, motels, guest houses and tourist lodges to suit every budget. There are some picturesque resorts like Club Mahindra and Orange County. It's best to book in advance in winter.

Things to Pack

Carry light woolens as the weather is cool throughout the year and walking shoes are a must if you want to explore the beautiful spice and coffee plantations of Coorg. Do always have a torch and antidote for nausea is recommended and salt in your boots if your here in and around the monsoons.

Places of Interest:
Our itenary:
Day 1 - After arriving at Bangalore enroute Mysore to Mercara - chill out at the Resort.

Day 2 - Talacauvery on the forenoon. And Omkareswara Temple, Abbey (Jessey) falls and the Raja's seat i.e. the central park overlooking the valley in the afternoon.

Day 3 - Dubaray elephant camp in the forenoon. And stroll around the resort in post lunch session.

Day 4 - Enroute Mysore, break at the Tibetan settlement at Kushal Nagar.

Extra:
Ofcourse if you have time at command for those interested in spices the Spice Research Station and the Cardamom centre should be well worth a visit. And the fort in the town of Mercara (Madikere) a stroll worthwhile.

About the Resort:
The Club Mahindra Resort is situate amidst sylvan surroundings, well laid out manicured gardens and all what you can expect et al in 30 acres plus land. Just over 2 years old this Resort is another profit centre no doubt for the Mahindras. Excellent food, must say kudos to the F & B section there. And rooms left nothing to ask (save a pair of scissors that I wanted the most to get rid of the numerous baggage tags)...spic and span, touching messages on a coffee leaf by your bedside and lots on candle care!

A stroll across the walkers trail along the rear end, best done early at morn. makes for good bird watching and is definitely a relishing experience. And to be woken up by bird calls and the sound of foliage is something that everyone would relish for lifetime and the Resort has et al. The coffee shop where we had our breakfast was just the right promenade to have your cereal breakfast and sip some filter coffee (authentically Coorgese) overall it had the right ambience to enthuse a bright day. And to top it all a guide who loves his assignment, thats Joy. Joy is one of those rare species whose energy levels are welcome and a company thats summed up as joyous.

Our Trip:
Day 1: After arriving at Bangalore and driving up to Mercara, grueling a drive is not just the word, man you need to have a vehicle with good suspensions and shock absorbers, this is a must. Ofcourse one look and feel of the ambience of resort at Coorg and the smiles that welcome you along with a drink, thats refreshing. Check in follows. And my me while lobbying to get a pair of scissors, for the first time I get myself locked out of the room, eeks thats bad! Well just as I try to hide the folly there's a fellow companion blogger wo ho....she's locked herself out too...Mridula..I have company!! Anyways the staff gets us in again and we refresh and meet up at the Fern Hall for a tete a tete. After the welcome performances and Joy's wonderful introduction and click click click....food it was...too hungry to say No. No doubt the welcome performances gave us an insight into the ethnic lifestyle of the Coorgese and how much of an agrarian society that the Coorgese definitely are. Incidentally any linguist proficient in South Indian language would notice that the terminology describing the various components that formed part of the traditional attire have a sound Tamil background. Perhaps confirming that Tamil was the once dominant Dravidian language in S. India. Now am not getting into a controversy on this, its just an observation. And one must thank all the artists who performed that evening for having patiently waited for us to arrive despite our late arrival and yet honour us. We really felt important after all. That was soon followed by some sumptuous supper its time to digest et al...so there we are at the recreation rooms...thats atop a little hill....of course Mridula, the former ping pong champion has her day! and for me its the shuttle after a long break, thanks to our host Arun, he's a great player, I havent forgotten shuttle cock hey!.....aarrgh and we are all tired...off to bed we go, with the next day wake up scheduled for.. hmmm my bones need some rest.....zzzzzz

Day2: Yup! it was great to be woken up by bird chirps and the foliage around. Just too lazy to go around the resort, my cozy king size bed was too comfy to leave and it was tough forcing myself out to the promenade coffee shop(guess that the breakfast point). A little bird watching there....grrr...yeah we were watched by the birds rather! And off we go to Talacauvery as our bright guide Joy gets us on our feet. About 50 km from Mercara and its a winding path up and down. At least two hours, for the roads are ok...but you cant go too fast either. Now if you think we are going up attempting the trail of the mighty Cauvery you should be in for surprises. Enroute we stop at the point Bhagamandala which has a temple under renovation. The temple is a typical product of the Malabar style of construction albeit resplendent of the Dravidian architecture. The wonderful wood work on the ceilings and the long columns studded with wooden pillars and the small shrines are noteworthy.

Incidentally Bhagamandala is a spot where we witness obeisance being paid to the ancestors (shraddh) by the locals. No doubt most perennial rivers do have such spots and along the mighty Cauvery you see that at every important town through which this beautiful river flows.

Yes as she (Cauvery) flows down into Seringapatnam (capital of Tippu, the fort here witnessed some of the bloodiest battles of the late 18th century, until Tippu was vanquished) you will see a spot where the locals consider it wholly to offer obeisance so also after she enters the Tamil region at various points in Erode, Srirangam too. The latter ofcourse being the town hosting the largest Vaishnavaite temple in S. India. And then she flows into the delta of Tanjore before entering the Bay of Bengal off the Palk Straits. (Now you must be asking where to do I get all that info....hmmm that and much more is from the "Scenery of an Indian Stream" by M.J. Walhouse (I.C.S.). Its about the beautiful and mighty Cauvery. If some one can find that article let me know. I have lost it thanks to the foolish wisdom of my sister. This was in a book printed in 1881, was part of our home collection and now its the newspaperwallahs collection). And if your one whose imagination runs riot with the sorta description of Walhouse trust me, what I saw at Talacauvery was a let down. Man its not the same. Its all gone. Anyways today its another tourist destination. Around the spring is a little tank and then came a shrine and a now a temple and its corridors all 20th and 21st century tourist attractions.

Well that said we went round the so called spring....I didn't get to see the spring but we believe it emanates from the mines below. So we trust what we read about and what we see! Of course Joy said it too!..and I believe it!! ...that settles it!!! Now adjacent to the point of origin of the Cauvery is an un-inviting flight of stairs (guess a step for every other day in a year). But once your uphill you get to see a panoramic view of the entire countryside. Impressive! and the photo sessions are in full swing!! Done that and we are hungry...time for lunch...back to the Resort....ooh la la...tis a great lunch am starving you bet! And now for the evening session, the smart junkies drop off for they wanna chill at the pool in the resort and we the hags decide to go ahead to see around Mercara. This time its a 'private water fall' (ever heard of that have you?) its the Jessey falls ala now Abbey (name of the daughter of current owner of the estate where you get to see the waterfalls. Incidentally we learn from Joy that Abbey also means water in Coorgese).

Trust me the falls are a splendid sight to watch and a great place to spend an evening. However since we have little time at command, off to the next pit stop, thats the Omkareswara Temple. A Shiva temple, a neat piece of early 19th century architecture built by the local ruler to atone for his mistakes. Guess the entire valley considers this temple important. And we hop off to the Raja's seat its already dark and nay we don't get to see the views promised but we presume its great!!

ofcourse we miss not the musical fountains in the park at the Raja' seat, and the crowds that go bonkers everytime they get to hear their favourite tunes. And its time for supper....am hungry again.....but before that a little get together at Kiruba's room before we all bid him bye on his sojourn to Europa....some rounds of music with wine and other spirits keep the crowd in good mood. Of exception were the guitarists who made the evening Apoorv and Dev Amritesh, indeed that sums up a splendid eve, not so fast hey behind the scenes was Anil and his wife who were really lucky to have caught up sometime that eve for some splendid explanation on Coffee and especially Coorgese, from the blokes at Club Mahindra, I missed it all and thanks Anil you have recorded it so well for posterity. And ofcourse if you wish to know more on Coffee you should read this: 'Coffee with Coorg' on http://windyskies.blogspot.com

Day 3: Trust me we are all pepped up with the salubrious climate of Coorg. A good walk around the resort along the Trail and ofcourse much more made a good start, save for an uneasiness of my restive stomach, which I guess is the case every time am faced with processed food. Anyways couldn't ask for more! Off we are to the Elephant camp - Dubbaray. This camp is about 60 km off Mercara, a hour and half drive and the roads are good winding up and down across the Western Ghats we tread until I ask for a halt tis nauseating amidst the absorbing drive along the coffee and pepper plantations, my poor tummy!! Anyway we reach the camp just in time as the jobless elephants (nay their job is to ferry tourists on rounds in the camp) have their bath and feed, after a road and ferry journey, yup thats a quick boat ride across a small channel (of the Cauvery), picturesque indeed, the shallow waters are cool with a lots of queer islands. The ritual of the elephant bath is mainly to attract the tourists, who are amazed at the docile nature of this pachyderm. No doubt the photo sessions are in full swing and then to the feeding spot where you see them fed with balls of jagerry mixed with ragi and other nutrients which the elephants so vitally require in their diet. A word of caution for those promoting this elephant camp... hmmm this is certainly not as exciting as that in Kanha sanctuary nor does it have comparable the bathing scenes at the Nagarhole sanctuary. The elephant camp is rich in bird species and a stroll around the same with our guide Joy is worthwhile. We relished Joys intricate knowledge of the flora. His ability to distinguish them and describe them so lucidly to a visitor makes him a dear son of the soil... “Mannine Maga” indeed. Just in case you get to have Joy as your guide don't forget to ask him to show you the bubble producing sap plant. The sap of this plant is as viscous as soap solution is and can be blown as bubbles. After some good time at the camp its time for lunch trust me I was sapped of all my energy no wonder I love food and am glad I have a high B.M.R. Later that eve.. a stroll around the resort was exhilarating. The coffee varieties of Robusta, Arabica and anr. I forget, and the manner in which they are grown, the climate, yield and economics et al was absorbing all forming part of a live lec/dem session by Joy! The spicy news of pepper and all that we heard about Coffee added flavour!! The adventure filled sport that we were encouraged in the resort were fun filled sessions. The music, games and dances and the swaying bellies to the Bollywood numbers and the camp fire all courtesy our guide and to which we were treated later that evening made the it an unforgettable evening at the resort.

And hey I forget to pen on the massage I had, wow it was an extremely good massage. Deft hands and a good herbal bath, I felt refreshed can I ask for something more?

Day 4: Time for us to pack up and leave...and that we did faithfully bidding bye and thanking our guide Joy profusely ofcourse our hosts deserve the Kudos. And we are on our way to Bangalore en route Kushal Nagar, the Tibbetan Settlement.

The Nyimgompa monastery is where we stop by after an absorbing drive downhill along the coffee and pepper plantations again. Nothing spectacular its another modern Buddhist monastery akin to those that you may see in Ladakh. What made it special was that the Tibetans took care to bring down their art and culture with them as they moved down to the plains of southern India and that is enriching. A quick tour of this monastery and click...click...click.....and we were back in our suspension and shock absorber free bus, you know about the ride anyways....we had to head back to Bangalore in time, pretty sad we had to skip Ranganthittu sanctuary wish had time at command, well well speculative city traffic and our respective flights to our material destinations later that evening worry us, so should all good things come to a close.

Some Suggestions Club Mahindra:
1. Perhaps something more than just a Coffee stall/ corner in the lounge would be welcome. A coffee outlet on the lines of a Cafe Coffee Day, of course no loud music please, all the same you need to have a coffee shop that serves you varieties of coffee for your inviting visitors to the Coffee heartland. The coffee stall can be well positioned in this area and would be a welcome value add.

2. The swimming pool perhaps could have been bigger. But it definitely requires a heating system.

3. As regards massages are concerned a counselling session on the various massages and benefits of these is recommended. Your masseurs are good and you need to promote them better.

4. And last but not the least but this is hearsay, there has been a lot of controversy over the initiatives of CM. Trust CM cannot exist in isolation. You need to involve the local Coorgese in your activity. Your Corporate Social Responsibility be it Coorg or Munnar is vital. Perhaps instead of discontinuing of the mock marriage that we heard off at the resort, you should have a marriage hall where the local Coorgese could solemnize their weddings and CM should play host (of course you can charge them for the food and beverages). And visitors may witness the wedding if they are lucky enough. Now thats what you call blending with the local communities. Ideally CM could take the lead in promoting other dying traditions the way Dakshina Chitra of the Madras Crafts Foundation has done over the past decade or so.

On my radio show

2007-10-25T17:55:00.001+05:30

Hey tomorrow eve...at a little over 7 perhaps 7.30....tune in ...on 101.4 FM (Rainbow) tune into me hosting the Chennai based band Panatella......A funk and Roll music band with a tinge of blues and jazz....thats how they call themselves....check them out at http://www.jhoom.in/users/panatella....

Yelagiri

2007-10-24T23:24:00.000+05:30

Late August - October is definitely the time to be here. Well would I be blamed for calling it the poor mans Ooty ah well blame me not for it for I beg to differ on that. And yet Yelagiri definitely is a quick get away for any urbanite of Chennai or those couples who want some privacy???????? tee hee!!!!!! Anyways its a great place for trekking and being a part of nature at 3000 plus feet above sea level.

Kanha - hEY The CAT's R Lazy!!!

2007-10-24T11:25:00.000+05:30

Kanha – 14 – well thats the perfect vibe.....for the word(any numerologist will concur on that) and where do I start....err well To do or Not to do...and of course there goes the frantic calls from the Secretary of the Madras Naturalists to Vijay Kumar concerning the elusive, slippery nay missing Me. Well as Sheela put it... my reputation preceded me....so that was the con...nay gossip in the A.C. Coaches of the Chennai - Jaipur(Jeypore) bound Train (of course poor me was in the Gen. Class.) just as we reached Nagpur enroute Kanha for a week long sojourn. Nagpur was hot 'n dry simmering well beyond 35c and soon we found ourselves bundled off in the 3 Toyota's (nay Toyata kualis as our Pasha (the travel agent and lead driver) referred them there). Now I had a request....an S.O.S. please stop by an ATM....for I was virtually penniless....little chillers was all that I was left with, if I didn't draw any money then Vijay Kumar our Malabari leader was to underwrite me! And so the search for the ATM began....enroute from Nagpur to Kanha (260km long drive).....we were soon on the NH-7, little did I know that this highway linked Benares with Cape Commorin. For thats the route amidst the ghat roads the ranges of the Satpura that leads you to Kanha. Lunch was an optional break at a motel and finally our Toyatawalla Pasha agreed to get me to an ATM at Seoni (pronounced Sivni the half way point and our Toyatawalla's base). The ATM was another surprise....SBI – Indore....Grrrr!!!....for the machine seemed to know its after all the machine age and that humans can wait!..and wait we all did in the Toyata's!!...for poor me to finish the transaction which am glad despite the mysterious shut down and restart!!! Anyway as good luck would have it we the Madras Naturalists brought the rains along and must be credited for cooling the Kanha Reserve. The rains just preceded us in Seoni and ofcourse there was the virgin reserves of Kanha calling out to us and bring down the simmering heat. Giving us company enroute was the ubiquitous and chweet narrow gauge line a rare phenomena to see in the plains and the train was rather short with a quaint diesel engine but our Pasha clarified that this train journey was economical on the narrow gauge, a 12 hour trip from Nagpur to ________ the closest point to Kanha and then it veers off to Jubbulpore. And Seoni incidentally has the pride of being the largest and sole narrow gauge railway junction in S. Asia. Well that didn't surprise me for Nagpur incidentally also hosted one of the only known Railway Museums on the Narrow Gauge networks in S. Asia. And on Nagpur I was also glad to know that this was the city of Ambedkar and more important the city where the Reserve Bank of India had centralised all its accounts and has all the glimmering tons of gold (solid gold bars i bet) stocked in its cellars (reminded me of the 1991, balance of payment crisis). Finally we reached Kanha (Kisli Gate) vide the State Highway 11 and 11a from Seoni at 7.30 that eve....ofcourse thats followed by the hustle and bustle of finding your favourite beds at the dorms.... and supper was at 8.30...hot vegetarian food, must give our appreciation to Dubey the Asst. Manager of the Reserve Kitchen and Canteen maintained by M.P. Tourism. He was one soul that was rare and too willing to believe in “Adithi Devo Bhava”, ofcourse it came for a price.

Day 2 we set off for on our maiden entry at 5.30 early morn., after a great cup of chai, courtesy Siddarth, canteenwalla, into the lush greens of Kanha.....on a Canter bus steered by Joseph, Joseph thats unusual for this part of India aint it! and when Joseph got to know that we were from the South then you know it all opened up...mallu!!...you'd be sure to find them across the globe and Joseph was indeed a great blessing to us all. He just knows how to steer us round n round the reserve, well informed and trustworthy a driver, a rare species amidst the other rarities of Kanha! And a must interact person in Kanha. Ofcourse there was a lot of hype....about the cats...cats and cats....they say officially its 130 but unofficially its 65! God!! Do the big cats exist at all? We keep riding around in our canter and witness some of the rich bird and mammal species of Kanha – Cheetals (Spotted deers) galore, Sambhars, the elegant Barasingha (Swamp deer family) an endangered mammal unique to Kanha that has managed to do well over the past two decades, a solitary barking deer, jungle pheasants, jungle crows, peacocks and peahens swarm around and then where is the tiger?????? ah well is it so easy? I thought so? Nay! Thats the sort of answer with a disdain......from Ramanan, a veteran Naturalist and photographer, someone who has been to Kanha almost half a dozen times and each time its a different experience for him to narrate. So mystique and myriad! Is that Kanha!! Hmmm anyway no tigers to watch that stroll across for us but then there's the silver lining and thats the Tiger Show of Kanha goes along with an elephant ride a short stroll on the elephant's back once they corner the tiger in the tourist zone.... Well a visit to this daily tiger show is rather nice. And looks the like the tiger is used to human intervention.... we observed the tiger, an adult, rather cool, merrily lazing next to a kill (an Indian Gaur). Trust me this tiger was just as lazy as any other cat would be....lazed nay dazed he was to the tons of visitors and noise that was all around him and he just didn't care....so much so...some of the Naturalists came to the conclusion that the whole show was 'fixed'! not as bad as the cricket shows we watch I guess!! Infact one rumour around the place was let off by Sudakar and that was perhaps they doped the tiger with sufficient calmpose....tee hee. Anway's that apart well well we were thrilled that the tigers after all that controversy does exist and as Vijaykumar says...that sums up the food chain cycle.... its still intact with the biggest predator still existing in flesh and blood and one need not worry anymore, ofcourse certainly not a lazing cat for us to click off after that long 26 and odd hour journey to Kanha.

Later that eve we once again decided to take the canter ride into the Reserves and oh my what a long que of jeeps waiting to enter....at least 15 ahead of us but then thanks to Joseph who bulldozes his way, in the process bumping off a jeep and amidst the screams he veers into the reserve, but thats not fair who cares...its the jungle law...of mougli....:) and hmmm no tigers at all for us that eve! but those jeeps that preceded us got lucky.....luck man as they say plays a big big role...:( After that we visited the OAT (open air theatre) and the museum, the documentary on project tiger and Kanha was informative but overall the OAT was a let down, poor maintenance evidenced the sad state of affairs in Kanha. But one thing we decided that the next day on it was the jeep for us and not the canter....and Joseph our benefactor was condescending and kind enough to get us 5 jeeps at a good rate.

Day3 at 5 we get ready, never have i got ready that early in ages, and in the jeeps we go for our long safari's round and round the park!! lots of birds and other mammals but the tiger? Well thats a ?? We get info of the Tiger sightings in and around Kanha and the Tiger show is on! But then we decide a big NO and yeah we stand by it. Ofcourse the last laugh is with a fellow naturalist who is fond of the Langur (the Indian Monkey) and my me his fascination and the pics he shot of the Langur...terrific!! is not just the word. The morning ride ends by 11 A.M. (by the way thats the time the Park shuts down in the forenoon) And we wait for the evening ride. This time around its another jeep that I embark on and as we go around the rains come. Wow convection rains and its lovely, the thunder storm and the clouds hanging over us is inviting and we understand thats its a heavy downpour in Kanha and all jeeps are advised to roam around the periphery of the Park. So all we do keep criss crossing the beaten track until the rains decide to accost us too and there we all huddle into one of the observation huts in the Park. The rains here are so inviting and it cools off the otherwise hot dry Kanha Park.

Day 4 we get off early as usual and this time its once again in search of the elusive cats. Well as they say bad luck could not get better than this. But then behold we had a great bird watching group. Name the bird that your were expected to see and our birdies saw it all. And on the mammals, reptiles and birds that its better described by Chitra whose wishes almost seem to always come true at Kanha and I always wondered how did she connect to Kanha?? And to write about Kanha as Chitra put it across in the monthly bulletin of the MNS: “Somehow the magnificence and awe that an image of a tiger evokes was missing in the rather orchestrated sightings we had of it. Moreover, most sightings were of sleeping tigers or tigers lolling around. But a few of our members actually saw a tiger on a hunt. The park claims to have about 500 Barahsinghas, 130 Tigers, 60 Sloth Bears, 96 Leopards, but as visitors are allowed into just a fourth of the park one gets to see these animals but rarely. Bird watching opportunities were not many as we spent quite a large amount of time chasing the elusive tiger, however we managed to spot many raptors (Changeable Hawk Eagle, Crested Serpent Eagle, Brown Fish Owl, Sparrowhawk, White-eyed Buzzard, Honey Buzzard and White Backed Vulture), and the Peafowl regaled us with many displays of its fine plumage. Some other interesting spottings included the Malabar Grey Hornbill, the Yellow-footed Green Pigeon, Spangled Drongo, Greater Racket-tailed Drongo, and Painted Francolin. We were disappointed that we hardly got to see any reptiles, amphibians or interesting insects except for the odd visitor to our dormitory (the large beetle, the 6-inch black scorpion that had everyone running helter-skelter) and the olive coloured snake that one of our members almost stepped on during the nature walk.” ...there they were all and I saw them just that am no avid bird watcher. However the official claims are all contested and the cats as we all know factually are less than half of the official figures, well thats another controversy thats been raging for quite a while now and lets not get into that right now. Later early evening a Canter ride visit to the nearby village - Mocha, and a peek into the local shandy (market) was exciting. The village artefacts were aplenty and so is the vegetable and fruit market. The brown sugar (demarara) and Gur was enticing and ofcourse last but not the least was the local intoxicant drink that all of us got to sip....WOW!! Thats not all for the evening we get to see around 5 pm the elephant feeding, my me thats an awesome no one should miss in Kanha. First the Tusker get his share and then comes the family and the little ones and the females in the group they all wait patiently in a row for those huge balls made of Ragi, jaggery and other nutrients. Trust me you can control an elephant to a certain extent and when its feeding time all you can do is make them stand in a line and when the balls of food arrive its helter skelter and no man can control hunger pangs of these little gluttons...the little ones goading each other for the food with a naughty smile and an eyes filled with love and sweetness, in each little elephant calf was such a memorable sight that neither me nor Ambika or Chitra could forget in a life time.

Day 5: Got us going once again pretty early and this was ofcourse going to be a long drive to the plateau of Bamini Dadar and as Chitra wished all her wishes come true! All she wanted to see was a bear and a some of the other cat species and a snake well well lets see how lucky she got!! And just as we go winding in the known trails towards the plateau suddenly ahead of us is another jeep of those avid documentary fellas filming and they signal us to stop...why and in loud whispers.....its a bear....ooh la la. Hey Chitra one wish of yours is there...and they want us to go back a short distance which our jeep driver didn't accede to and lo suddenly the Sloth bear goes past on the left side....pretty sweet (and a pretty young fellow) looks like this one is upset with the many humans around filming and he runs along and then crosses road right behind our jeep and on to other side lo he is gone...lost into the thick wilderness of Kanha!!! We then proceed up up and above into the plateau of Bamini Dadar and my me the meadows of this region tall elephant grass, made good bird watching and finally across the abandoned air strip and to the view point. Aha breathtaking views that everyone thoroughly enjoyed and on our way back good lord Chitra's another wish.....some other cats!...and there we see the elusive shy jungle cat....that was a rare sighting.....Infact this cat didn't seem to be bothered about us, he was pretty much engrossed in his hunt for a while until he suddenly noticed a jeep full of weird onlookers gazing and clicking him off...good lord for a moment he did realise that we thought he was the spectacle nay factually it was spectacular a find. However Ananthakrishnan had better luck with Ramanan. And the pictures he shot stood testimony to that.

Later that evening we decide to go on a nature trail (ofcourse thats a walk) nothing noteworthy but for some bird watching and halfway through we are tired and the rains force us to abandon the walk and allow us to stray outside Kanha. We are off to the Chai(Tea) stall piping some hot tea as the rains bless us one and all. Later that evening its time for our last dinner at Kanha and we are one and all profusely thanking the Kitchen staff, the Manager and ofcourse Joseph, our man of honour. But the splendid evening was overshadowed by the killing of the black scorpion that accidentally wandered into our dorm....(the scorpion was stoned by one of the kitchen boys and it was spontaneous for which he repented later, for we did explain to him that they scorpions have a right to co-exist, and he would done good to stop after having chased it out rather than follow it and stone it) and the other bad event was the good old me who strayed out into the night on the pretext of having some kheer at the other restaurant and ofcourse when it was late for me to get back Vijaykumar had the jitters and raised an alarm, well well nothing happened to good old me, I was destined to be safe like the cats, which they say has nine lives! whether or not they are lazy!!

Day 6: Early morning another annual trip comes a circle and we are all packing off to Nagpur. Our Toyotawalla is ready to get us going. And we are cruising down the highway, with a halt at Seoni for some import – export and then the odd tyre that gives way not once but twice (yeah the stepini too) despite which we make it to Nagpur well before noon only to disperse into our respective material worlds.

All Images: Courtesy and thanks to: Ananthakrishnan, Chitra, Ramanan (Madras Naturalists Society).

Fact File.
Location: Geo Political - Mandla District, Madhya Pradesh, Central India. Kanha lies in the Maikal Range of the Central Indian Highlands at a latitude of 22o7’ to 22o27’N and 80o26’ to 81o3’E. The altitude range in 450 mts to 950 mts (m.s.l.). Summer temperature ranges from 11° C to 43° C while in winter it is from -2° C to 29° C. The annual average rainfall is 1600mm. It has links to other tiger reserves in Madhya Pradesh and falls on a circuit of Khajuraho, Panna, Bandhavgarh, Jabalpur, Kanha, Pench and Nagpur.

Area: 1,940 sq. kms.

When to Visit: April to June and November to January

Getting There.
Air: The nearest airport is at Nagpur (266-kms) and is connected by various domestic airline services with Mumbai.

Rail: For those from the South and West Nagpur at 266 km or and from the other parts Jabalpur at 169-kms are the most the convenient railway routes to visit Kanha. Travelling in the narrow gauge railway line from Nagpur to the closest point of Kanha would be recommended only if you have ample time at command for it takes easily 12 hours and more as the passenger train halts at every other station.

Road: Kanha National Park is connected by road with Jabalpur 175-kms, Khajuraho 445-kms, Nagpur 266-kms, Mukki 25-kms, Raipur 219-kms.

Within the park: Koshi - Kanha (9-kms), Kishi - Katia (4-kms), Kishi - Mukki (32-kms). There are regular bus services available from Jabalpur to Kanha.

Cashmere & Ladakh

2007-10-24T11:08:00.005+05:30

And if there was one place that you wish to see where all the four (4) seasons are so distinct then Cashmere or Kashmir or perhaps Kasshhmeer!!!!! oh my me what a horse like stress the locals have...well they are no doubt stressed out people with all that turmoil for over 20 years and now they are back to making money. Cashmere as I always loved to call it is a great place to laze around and indulge...you bet. Ofcourse Ladakh is an entirely different experience especially if traveling upstream along the Indus and wetting your hands in the cold nay warm waters it feels so nostalgic..read et al...as go on....

Why Cashmere? the Immediate Reason!
It all began at one of our usual tour guides get together when the word Cashmere (Pashmina) shawls buzzed around and then some one said what about our annual convention and Cashmere said someone and lo...not many takers...but I persisted and they said lets see...that was in 2006 no takers...and again in early 2007 ....we persisted...and finally as good luck favoured one n all..thanx to Asoka, the President Emeritus of the Tourist Guides Fed. of India, from Chennai, the national body finally condescended to venture into this region once again. The Govt. of J & K promised to play host for they had to prove a point in rem! The ground work done in early summer and the TGFI fact finding team decided to have the all India convention in Srinagar in early Sept. '07 for they declared it a safe destination. And so there we go...

A rather unimpressive flight from Delhi to Srinagar save for befriending a fish....more about that later! Touch down...check out, your at altitude 5000 ft. plus and then we drive into the city, scenes not palpable. Its one large military check post at the airport...and lots of surveillance as we drive on.. another check post and another check post, god its a military town. You would find just too many C.R.P.F (Central Reserve Police Force) personnel with auto rifles ever so vigilant. Hmmm quite nosy they are when they see a bunch South Indian faces. Anyways we have a reason to be there. Ofcourse its time for yet another all India convention of Tourist Guides of the Govt. of India. And here we are the largest group from S.India (30 pax. +) in a convoy of 6 vehicles (by the way thats the way your advised to move out of Srinagar). Its a good half hour drive into the main town and along the most fashionable thoroughfare of the city the Dal Lake Road and further on to the Air India run hotel thats the Centaur Hotel (the locals call it Santoor), on the banks of the Dal Lake, a beautiful promontory, yeah prime property reclaimed for they filled in that grand old man made lake to make the hotel and that was a mistake.

About the Hotel:
The Centaur, is a pretty sad story. A lot of karmic effects right from the day the govt. of Cashmere decided to encroach upon the Dal Lake (the views, the vantage, the position it gave) and put up a 5 star hotel more than 30 years ago and till these days when the same govt. decided to close down the profitable hotel because of its same view, vantage, position that caused many a militant strike. Apparently he who holds commands over the Dal Lake and today its the turn of the Indian Army to have its command. And this convention was one reason to spruce up the hotel in more than 10 years, interestingly we landed there on Krishna Jayanti and that evening the Army camp sepoys had organised bhajans that evening and me the usual self discovered this as I kept loafing around the campus much to the chagrin of the army sepoys who were only keen to advise me not to stray around too far. That apart the environs in and around this hotel complex makes excellent space for bird watching ofcourse the king fishers – two varieties of them, common kingfisher and another one with some pale white features, and the eagles here made an excellent watch early in the morning. The day after we (thats me with Anupama, a peppy reporter from IE who was to covering the event) did some bird watching while taking an early morning stroll along the Dal Lake.

About the Conf...
Ah well that went on as usual, with our maami's and mama's in their best attire to impress the man behind the 'Un-tied Kingdom'. Oh yes he admitted it partially Ghulam Nabi Azad, the chief minister of J & K presided over the convention and at least warned us that he hoped not to mix up his speeches...ofcourse we all remember this was the man, the former Toursim Minister, GoI who while addressing the doyens of the UK tourism industry got them all glum and blushing for having addressed the entire gathering like this perhaps..."Ladies & Gentlemen, Good Evening to all those members of the travel and trade industry of the Un-tied Kingdom.....India and the Un-tied Kingdom for long have had a great relationship and today with the opening of the Indian economy we sincerely hope the Un-tied Kingdom would make use of this opportunity to invest in India. You are perhaps aware that the Un-tied Kingdom is second largest trading partner with us....so on so forth" little did minister sahab realise that his stenographer has mistyped the works 'untied' for 'united'.

That apart we spend a lot of time moving around various parts of Srinagar one day...to one of the oldest mosques which apparently was a temple converted and we were prevented from having a closer look at this one by a fanatic..rather strange he was...he suddenly started abusing our escort in foul Cashmeeri and then began yelling at us all and lo we thought it wise to move away, the next pit stop was a nice dargah (a spot where some holy man is believed to have been buried), which we were allowed to visit and snap all over (just as any other dargah allows) and the jumma masjid, the largest, most famous and a very fine specimen of Islamic Cashmeri art, which incidentally also had so much of Hindu elements in its Islamic construction and another day t0 to the gardens and beautiful is not just the word for these gardens are aplenty. And from atop the elevation early evening you have a wonderful sight of the lights across the lake...the Hazratbal shrine.

Amidst these was an afternoon to the house of a friend, a fish that was befriended in the flight, Shahzeab Khan, invited me home, he his family hosted me for lunch I never felt important ever before....a lovely vegetarian meal with so many dishes and oh my god the sweets...am still drooling...and i can never forget that.....they simply made it lavishly vegetarian for I had warned that I don't eat dead bodies..:)

A day after we arrived the plan of action was to visit Pahalgam. Now as I said earlier we are to travel in convoy, miss being part of a convoy and your stuck for hours in the traffic jam or line up that builds to be a part of the next convoy. A convoy here would be a long line of vehicles getting either out or entering the city of Srinagar. And when they let go out of the city, they block the traffic on the NH - ...and let go a convoy. Then block the traffic of the outgoing city traffic and the next convoy of the NH goes and the 2 alternates go on. This apparently is the safest way of travelling as the possibility of a militant attack is never ruled out and when your part of a convoy the logic is it definitely is comforting. Enroute were 2 temple sites along side the Jhelum.

My me what a picturesque drive along the Jhelum, the water here is milky white, hey is it froth or just the effect of the silt it washed down off the Himalayas, whichever way, it reminds me of the streams of milk that historians quote on India...and moving on along the stream we pass through some walnut groves. Oh my god, we just stop by and pluck some walnut fruits, and try our hand at reaching the kernel inside the shell, we loved it all. Trust me in this part of the world walnuts cost you peanuts, apples cost you like bananas and bananas come for a price.....a pretty heavy price...ever dreamt of paying a handsome Rs.5/- for a tiny plantain (ofcourse this is not big given the inflation, well well we are talking here of Sept. '07 when the GoI was pretty happy on having contained inflation while rejoicing the bull run). By noon we reach this long lost paradise, hill station around 8000 ft. above sea level and after a long bus journey whats on your mind...FOOOOOD....wow and this was awesome....nan's, rotis, cashmeri panneer....ooh la la am still drooling on that sumptuous lunch we had at this resort...... And then for a stroll along the banks of the Jhelum, this is nostalgic as you stumble across the rocky river bed, with the guzzling cold water and all its greenish and white colored water....at the most proximate well thats after you step into the waters of the Jhelum and look into the water its sparkling clean....time for some photo sessions along the banks of the Jhelum, splash...splash ...splash...its a lovely chill... gosh I love it all and wish to relive it again and again. Later that noon on our way back we get to see some of cricket bat factories. It is rather interesting to note that they make willow bats that is primarily used for playing cricket with tennis balls! Guess thats not surprising for the cricket enthusiasts but for me whose so far away from the game yup...it is!! A quick round of the factory, these are small cottage industry factories that have grown over the past years, to be a flourishing cricket bat business. The best part of the whole thing is name it and you have the brand of cricket bat, well now I can guess thats where most of the fake bats with the top brand names come from, name it you have MRF, RBK, and many more. Of course the maami's and maama's did not let go the shopping opportunity and me too joined the crowd for the souvenir bats.