Vid Dev

Musings of a music student



Aboard a Raft

Rafting is the same as boating in an inflatable raft. Since the terrain is a slope, the gravity pulls the water slightly faster. Of course it is safe.

Well if you are still not convinced by the previous line, then here goes – white water rafting is an outdoor activity of using an inflatable raft to navigate different degrees of rough water, in order to thrill and excite the raft passengers. That is more interesting isn’t it? This is how it will be, the first line was just what I told to convince my parents 😛

When my friend Bhavia told me that she was going on this weekend trip to Chickmagalur with an all women group organized by F5Escapes, I decided to sign up for it as well. They had told us that rafting was an optional activity, so we pay for it separately and that the activity might be cancelled if the river is flooded. And thus, I was a little skeptic when we got into the van that took us to the rafting area.

We had a guide named Sunil who had been brought from Manali for his expertise in rafting. We were given life-jackets and a helmet and some initial instructions on how to sit, what command meant what action – forward pedaling, stop, backward pedaling. Right when we started rowing, Sunil splashed water on all of us; was it because he wanted us to get wet and accustomed, or because we were talking about how bored kayaking should be, not noticing he wore kayak as a pendant, I wonder.

As we rowed and rested, Sunil told us about his experiences and about the rivers he had rowed in India. During the conversation, a friend Jal suggested to him to not make her get into the waters. Lo! He made just that happen. Pushed her in first. Poor thing, it took her a few minutes to recover and discover that she was back in the raft and everything was alright. Motivated, we all got in. Though, I refused to believe that the life jacket will make us float and that we can’t drown even if we try to – eventually that is what happened. By the time we came to calmer waters again, I was more than eager to get in and float!

If you check out in Wikipedia or sites on rafting, you will get to know that there are grades given to white water, based on the difficulty; ours was a grade 3 stretch of river, which means there will be smaller waves and drops but it requires considerable maneuvering. Maybe that is why Sunil resorted to other ways to make things interesting. He turned the boat to face the current, and asked us to row forward. I thought I had heard the instruction wrong. Come on, won’t it be against current? But this was right next to a small drop and we were supposed to row to the swiveling water and then the boat will automatically bounce back once we stop rowing (hope you get the picture). It took me a while to figure this pattern out, but we managed to do this successfully in 2 out of 3 attempts!



Thanks to F5Escapes for planning and making this trip happen; thanks to Bhavia for pulling me into this; and thanks to the like-minded women who came along and made it memorable.

– Until next,
Vid 🙂

A little Imagination

They say travel is glamorous only in retrospect. Maybe so. Because we rush doing things in the present that the actual experience is invariably recollected and nourished only. But what if we are able to retrospect in the middle of the travel!

I had been to a four day trip to Kerala, when things were not really looking up with respect to my daily life. It was Day2 in the Kondai Lip resort. Let me give a description of the place to you. It is something of an island, a few cottages surrounded by backwaters on all sides. A pond right in front of our room and benches along its brim.

I really needed time alone and was looking out for a spot to settle down. Cottage porch- strike out; pond benches – strike out (they were wet); dining area – strike out; I finally settled on a slanting coconut tree after checking for bugs.

When I was staring at the full moon and thinking of the ways of the universe, Sarayu came along and volunteered to narrow it down for me. It was pitch dark and I was already seeing mirages. We slowly started talking. First, it was the plops of fish, then the croak of frogs. Then we saw men in dhothis rowing boats, a bevy of swans and then that pink flamingo, gracefully standing with one leg up in the waters, patiently waiting to pick its meal. Or maybe it wanted some alone time, just like I did? Not really sure.

A little ahead of the canal was a strip of land lined with trees. I was trying to figure out the tallest tree. She said the farthest, but I thought that could be parallax error. And then further ahead was this mansion… her mansion. A house flanked by tall coconut trees, I think it was the backside facing the waters. You enter through the front which connects to the road, maybe has a car park. As you cross the living room there is a spiral staircase winding up. You take it and reach the master bedroom. Shall I say, the master mattress room, more likely. It is a room that has been plush-carpeted and nil-furnished; where you can lie down with a book or have a chat over a coffee, facing the canal behind. Music in low volume would have been really nice.

“What’s the time? Oops… its 2 already.” “I think we should go in and catch some sleep… atleast for tomorrow’s sakes.” And all the visions vanished in thin air, as we trailed back to our room.


– Until next,

Vid 🙂

God’s own Country

Where grandmas paddle rowboats with ease
When a rainbow appears at the stern view
Where it drizzles above while your boat skims the waters below
When caught fish is thrown back to live
Where land strips alternates backwater canals
Where the Jew town’s festooned with graffiti on walls
Where cab drivers have rubberband adorned gear fetish
Where the masseuse looks so young to have five grandkids
When your hot city welcomes you back with pleasant showers
Which marks your life with 7 firsts
What more could I ask for!

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For a detailed account of the trip, kindly check out Kerala Diaries, here.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Leave No Stone Unturned

Arya was lying down in the middle berth of the train travelling back home for the weekend. She tossed and turned only half asleep as she was so anxious to be back home already. She missed her grandma’s constant nagging, friends teasing her and her dog Casper gnawing her fingers gently. Few more hours, she consoled herself to catch up some sleep.

Someone pat on her folded forearm waking her up from sleep. Maybe I am dreaming, Arya thought. “Hello!”, a voice boomed and she woke up with a jolt. The compartment somehow seemed very strange and there was a complete stranger standing right next to her and talking. She was a little perplexed.

“I am sorry, but who are you? Where are the others in the compartment?”

“They should have got down. As for me, I am God. You can call me by any name of your choice. Of course, that is what people generally do.”

“Yeah right! You are God… Har Har Mahadev! Ok, agreed. haha….. Actually no, you don’t look old, beardy with tattered old clothes”, she said eyeing him down. He was a young fellow, should be in his mid thirties, wearing a hand me down jeans with both hands in the pockets and a grey t-shirt with the words I am Omnipotent on it.

“Maybe because you guys associate wisdom with old age, and believe that ‘God’ is wiser!”

“Oh my! Maybe… You actually caught me there. But that doesn’t make you God, really.”

“Can you prove I aint?”

How dare he challenge me, she thought, but he is claiming to be God, how will I disprove that. She tried to collect her thoughts. “Your tee… It says you are omnipotent.”

“Yes, it means that there is nothing I can’t do.”

“I know what that means”, she said, enraged. “Create me a stone heavy enough that cannot be lifted.”

“Haha… Let’s see… Do you agree that you cannot lift yourself? What if I turn myself to stone? Will you still try to ask me the next obvious question in your mind (i.e) to lift the stone?”

“Hmmm, yes… I mean, no I can’t then … But…”

It was at that moment the train chose to speed through a tunnel, thus blackening the surroundings for a while. And as guessed, when light came back, the stranger was nowhere to be seen.

A puzzled Arya suddenly realized that the train had already arrived at her station. She collected her bearings and dumped into her handbag and got down the train hastily arranging her handbag as she walked. That was when she realized something graze her fingers. She took it out and was amazed to find that it was a small stone figurine resembling that man!

“Grandma! Look who is here… Un aruma pethi Arya…” Arya ran into grandma’s room and hugged her. “Know what! I think I know why people make the deities’ idols out of stone!”


It is said that God is all-powerful, or as theologians put it, “omnipotent”; there is nothing that he cannot do. This is part of the definition of “God”.
So can God create a stone that is so heavy that he cannot lift it? Either he can or he can’t.
If God can’t, then he isn’t all-powerful. If God can’t create a stone that he can’t lift, then there is something that he can’t do: create the stone.
If God can create a stone that is so heavy that he can’t lift it, though, then he also isn’t all-powerful. If God can create a stone that is so heavy that he can’t lift it, then there’s something that he can’t do: lift that stone.
There is, therefore, no way of answering the question above that preserves God’s omnipotence. If there is an omnipotent God, then he neither can nor can’t create a stone so heavy that he cannot lift it. This, though, is absurd; he must be either able or unable to perform this feat.
This is the paradox of omnipotence.

-Until next,

Vid 🙂

The Legend of the Commuter’s Catatonia

Remember this scene in Aaytha Ezhuthu where Sidharth and Trisha will go round-trips in the same bus? Well this post, though similar, is not even remotely romantic. Of course, people who know me would be aware of it already.

In a single line, I travelled the same route in the same bus to and fro, three times (one and a half times to be precise).

To be a little more explanative, I was so exhausted that I friggin’ slept off thus didn’t alight at the bus stop when I had to.

Ok fine, I will tell the whole thing. I was just one week into work and three days of office bus routine. We used to have bus shuttles at 5.30 PM, 7.30 PM and 8.45 PM. My manager used to make sure I have work atleast till 5.40 that I invariably miss the first shuttle, Then he would say, “now you can work for 2 more hours!”, with the same old sadistic smile that is always stuck to his face during such conversations. “I know, how lovely!” I can’t tell that loud though, how sad 😦

So one fine day (not so fine, you will know by the end of this story), my manager is not around and I don’t have much work to do, I decided to take the 5.30 bus. My bus usually takes the Tambaram route and then goes to Chromepet, which is kind of the last stop. The catch was, in the first shuttle, the Nanganallur bus goes upto Chromepet, not the Tambaram bus. Like I am to know that! Believe me, they are stark opposite routes and both are bloody convoluted which takes a solid one hour to reach home.

So I saw this lady I have seen on the first 2 days, and boarded the same bus (she gets down at Tambaram!) And I took a corner seat. And I dozed off. Of course, I was very careful to check midway with squint eyes where I was -somewhere near Selaiyur. Good. Ten more minutes, a short nap would be fine, I said to myself.

When I woke up again, I could see Kamakshi Hospital which is the next signal to my office on the same road. I wondered why, still groggy from the sleep. I went to ask the bus driver what was happening and then the truth hit me! The bus has come back to office after dropping all (well, almost all) the associates. The bus turned into my office campus and I got down. It was time for the next bus shuttle and so I slowly tiptoed (most important thing was I should not get noticed as the one who just got down from the bus) into the bay where they check your bus passes and tell you the bus numbers, and asked, “Chromepet ku endha bus number anna? ” Thus I got into the correct bus, which apparently went again all the way via Tambaram and what an achievement it was to get down at my bus stop and get back home 🙂 🙂

P.S: This secret is known only to me. Even my Dad and Mom don’t know. You might argue that the bus driver will know anyhow. There lies my ingenuity. I told him I forgot something important at office and will take the next bus back home. Psst, he didn’t even guess I might have dozed off!

P.P.S: My Grandad asked me when I got home if I had some misfortune that day. When I asked why, he said that I had Chandrashtamam. Now these are bad days that will strike you once a month according to your astrological signs. I have a strong guess what it might be, but it is taboo to talk here.

P.P.P.S: I had a serious urge to rewrite the story and include dead bobcats in it, but seriously who has heard of bobcats in Chennai :O

P.P.P.P.S: When I said legend in the title, I meant it. No part of this story is true.

P.P.P.P.P.S: I tried my level-best to get upto 7 post scripts and beat Jenny Lawson. Urghhh, 5 was all I could do.

P.P.P.P.P.S: Ok, 6!

– Until next,
Vid 🙂

Travel with Her

Sketch by Deva
Sketch by Deva

I have come across quite a few posts on train travels, incidents and the likes, but nothing could give you the experience of travelling in a suburban train’s Ladies compartment.

I am such a lazy person that I seldom get to catch the Ladies special train in the morning. So it is one of these 4 compartments in a general train that I have to be. And everyday gives you interesting people and new experiences. You just have to be seated and observe.

Now, did I just say seated? Sorry. The time when I start is when thousand other Chennaiites start to work, hence standing with some breathing space is itself considered luxury. I sometimes wonder if we should have the elevator signs for the number of persons capacity, here too.

To add to the annoyance are those ladies who sit…. i repeat, sit in the entrances. Yes, they are travelling all the way from some remote part of Chennai, they are old, they have children, they are eating… yes the reasons are acceptable at times. But lady, when the rest of the crowd is busy finding place to even keep one foot, you can’t just sit there not budge even a bit.

When someone in public plays random songs on their mobile speaker, don’t you sometimes feel like telling them, “Excuse me, they have invented something called earphones just for this purpose, we are really not interested in listening to songs now, thank you” !? Well, when a group of women fish out their books and start singing hyms together, invariably louder than the song that you are listening on your earphones, you cant suggest that alternative either.

Then there are these hawkers selling fruits to flowers to passport covers and what not. Believe me they have a special attachment to the ladies compartment. Especially the gypsy girls who come with a wire-moulded-into-a-stand full of accessories are worth a mention. They might look dirty, but if you notice closely, you will know they have taken pains to try new hairdos, flashy skirts (though patched) and so many colors on them that would make the Hilary Swank in the National Park scene of P.S. I Love You look dull.

Forget what we mean by “rail sneham” in general, some of the friendships developed between these daily commuters are a bond for eternity. It is nice to know you can help each other out holding seats or SMSing when the train is in the previous station. There are aunties who diligently reserve a bunch of their daughter’s wedding invitation for these train friends. Such important are certain friendships. Worst case, there is at least a company to talk to through the journey.

– Until next,
Vid 🙂

Varsha’s day out

Mama woke me up telling we are all going to Mysore boo. Yeah!!!! I was going to see crocodiles and birds and tigers and lions… And Papa and Chithi were also coming. I ate porridge watching Chota Bheem. Then Papa gave me bath and Mama put on a new pink dress and pink hair band and matching chain. I thanked God for everything and fell down and prayed.

Then we started in car. Papa was driving the car and Chithi and Mama sang songs. The road was very beautiful and I saw cows, big building and color color flowers.

We stopped at a roadside tea shop where Papa went to buy water bottle. Mama and Chithi took me to the opposite grove and I saw many coconut trees. And I saw one… two… three cows. And the cows said maaa. Then Chithi showed so many lambs eating grass. They were white and black lamb also. The baby ran away but then went back to the mama lamb. One kind aunty got us a baby lamb. My mama held the baby lamb in her hands and we took photos. Then Mama gave baby lamb to Chithi. She held it and I patted and said Hi, how are you? Mama also took photos.

Then I slept all the way to Mysore. Mama woke me up to go for boating. There we waited in one long line and got into boat. The boatman said don’t touch the water, big big crocodiles come; there are eighty crocodiles in water! Then Chithi and Papa showed me three crocodiles. The crocodile was sitting on rock and it was opening its mouth and it was sleeping. Then we saw many many birds and cranes and pelican. But I wanted to see more crocodile and tiger and touch the water.thumb_COLOURBOX1274087

We wentimages one big round and got down the boat. After the the crocodile will close its mouth and wake up. Then it will jump into the water …. shhhhh …. and then it will get fully wet, and it will drink water. Then it will come out and bite you Papa, if you dont get me icecream. So Papa got me pink icecream and yellow icecream. So crocodile went back and saw the tiger and they became best friends. Then it will become caterpillar crocodile!

Mama said that we were going to goto waterfalls and Varsha will do chappi chappi in the water. Finally they took me to dam and showed me water falling (read as fountains). Then I slept on the way back home. And me, Mama, Papa and Chithi all got home happy-faced!!!! 🙂

– Until next,
Varsha (I mean, Vid 🙂 )

On ‘trans’it…

Few days ago, I had the necessity to travel by the MRTS train. Boarded it at Thiruvanmyur station and inspite of a good frequency of trains at that time, the compartment was crowded. There was this empty space near the entrance opposite to the one where the platforms usually come. I was surprised why the place was not filled, when elsewhere was totally jam-packed.

I meandered throught he crowd and went and stood there. Only then did I know why it was spacious. Apparently two trans-genders were sitting on either side and hence nobody dared to go nearby. It pained to know that people are that narrow minded. When you do not treat a fellow human being like one, what is the point in talking about values and virtues?!

That momentary thought vanished as a sound distracted me. One of them started demanding me for money. I agree I’ll respect them, but whomsoever be it has no rights to demand… mind you, not request… demand you for money. Why would I give, just to avoid the ruckus they create is it? Nevermind. I just stood still without heeding to that cursing. Well, almost not heeding. What started as blessings for a good life, slowly and gradually turned out to be pure abuses and curses on the same life that few statements before should have been prosperous (provided, all blessings turn to reality, I mean).

Finally, mouth parched, they gave up begging and turned to each other to chat. Despite the physical difference, this particular person in discussion had made it a point to look presentable. Hair neatly trimmed into a boy cut; slim fit blouse; a matching black beaded-chain on the neck; design bindi and even a tinge of makeup was visible.

Reminded me of another train journey. Mid morning and not many in the ladies compartment; I took a window seat, stretched my legs to the opposite seat, while the entire line of 12 seats near me were empty. Then in the next station, someone boarded the train, directly sat down near the entrance, when the entire train was empty. I took my legs off the opposite seat and signalled that they can occupy any of those empty seats. That was a transgender again, and the person had a facial expression that said that they rarely recieved an act of compassion from us. And inspite of offering the seat, the person went and sat down near the entrance.


I do not know whether they fear humiliation, or accept it; or why is that we treat them like untouchables. Knowing all this, it is not really logical when you get to hear that these people are considered a blessing during weddings. Come on, is there no rationale?!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 6 – To Rimbik

It was the last day of the trek. 21 kms today to Rimbik and we would be taking a cab from there to the airport the next day. First, hats off to Nishanth, Lavanya and EB on finishing the entire walk, while the rest of us cut short and went shopping.

The day started with yummy aloo parathas for breakfast, the best I have ever had till date. Parathas with ketchup, homemade pickles, (and did we have curd that day?!). Nishanth, Lavi and me went for a walk to the nearby bridge at 6.30 AM to the stream. Wow! What a view of the entire village, only confirming my want to spend retirement there. We bid adieu to the foreign couple – they were going fishing that day – and started the last day of the trek.

It was me and Lavanya again on the lead, and we had “Compass” show us the way. Well, this dog started with us @ Gorkhey and was walking ahead of us all the time. And when there is a fork on the road, we would stop, wait for directions from one of our guides, but then we understood that this dog was actually showing us the route. It would go a little ahead along the right road and wait for us! And hence the name “Compass” 😛

We passed this village, almost equalling Gorkhey in charm, corn fields, and beanstalks. Then came the forest route again (just to denote absence of civilization) with streams at regular intervals. We were able to hear the water gushing ahead, and I got tired taking pictures of every creek we passed by.

We came to Ramman, another tiny village with a school! We passed the school building and we could hear the kids singing something. Sounded like some chanting to me. But guess what, they were doing this sing-song recital of math tables in their native language!! I managed to take a video of the same. We then stopped for early lunch there.

I got black tea on a Libran cup and was showing off a little with it 😛 And that amazing feeling when you talk to your dad after 5 days!!!!!!!!!!! Bliss. It truly is.

The multi – talented Pemba went into the house’s kitchen, just gathered up the ingredients and made noodles for us in say, 10 minutes. And that was the best noodles I had in the whole journey, and that is saying something. We all took second helpings, continued with the Brain – Teasers game, the hype had not died down yet.

After lunch we walked ahead, apparently people were laying roads on the way. Down a curve, we were made to stop. The road ahead was blocked with a boulder of rock , and a crane was moving it out of the way. It was a very interesting sight, and as expected, I took a video.

Then we crossed this huge hanging bridge and were on our way to Sirikhola. The plan was to take a jeep from this place to a place 20 minutes ahead – Rimbik. The reason being the shops would close early and this was the last place we could shop. Compass came with us till this place. When we reached Rimbik, it was not a very exciting market, most of the shops were groceries, people were sick already, and it had started drizzling by then.

So we went to the cottage, and got settled. Guess what, it had electricity! We got hot water to bathe! Things that had been a luxury till then. And to top it all, we had hot malasa chai and samosas for evening snack 😀 😀 And I spent most of the evening talking to family back home, telling them we were safe. Nishanth did the accounting and we all settled finances among ourselves.

Dinner was a treat, after which we got a traditional send off from Norbu and Pemba. Pemba gave us a formal speech, telling that we were a great group and apologized in case they had done something wrong. How sweet of them, I thought. Then we all were presented with this whitish scarf with writings on it. Apparently it is Buddhist tradition. “Offering a white scarf–called a kata–is an ancient Tibetan tradition. The color symbolizes purity of intention and aspiration. It is an ancient custom to bring an offering when visiting a temple, shrine, guru, or teacher. An ancient Tibetan adage says that giving and receiving go hand in hand, like breathing in and breathing out–it is an a universal karmic principle that the more you give, the more you receive, which should not necessarily be understood in material terms only.”

The next day was to be a 6 hour car ride to Bagdogra airport. So Nishanth and me did this strategic planning of staying up late at night, so that we will be so tired and sleep in the car, thus avoiding any sickness 😛 So all the kids and a couple of aunties gathered in one of the rooms and started playing pictionary (modified dumb c).

Next morning, just before starting, we had a valedictory function (I would call it thus ;)). Rohan gave a speech, then we distributed the papers that we had wrote for each one the previous day – each one of us had written down the best characteristics of all the others on the group. And set off, all set to get back to our workplaces, and get back to our routines. We carried back with us long – lasting memories of the mountains, the humility, the freshness and the simplicity.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

P.S: Contact details of our trek organizer for those who might need.




Day 5 – To Gorkhey

It was payback time to nature for me! 14 kms of downhill from Phalut to Gorkhey, which was going to be a picturesque, post card view of a place waiting for us at the end of the day. So there we started all geared up, though the day had not started exactly clear. This time it was Sandhya aunty, Lavi, Geetha aunty and me taking the lead. The best part of the journey was that it was total greenery and slopes downhill, forest and unseen birds – you get the general feel.

As the day became brighter, it was photography time. I went on shooting at every beautiful thing around me. There was this one specific bird. We named it the “Kuwi – Kuhu” bird. No one knows how it looks like, we were just hearing the sound it made. Lavi made a nearly good imitation of the sound / tune and it gave back an answer… and thus this “kuwi… kuwi kuwi kuwi kuhu….” conversation continued – and I got a beautiful video of this dialogue!

We walked the entire day through a jungle route – marshy and slippery due to rains, lush greenery. We all were very prepared for the rains, donning our rain gear when we started, but guess what! It never rained that day!! Lavi and me went on singing Karadi tales songs (we ran out of situation songs by then) 😛 We had sword fight… technically walking-stick-posing-for-a-photo fight. And one quick statement that would make her speed up her pace was, “I think I hear human noise nearby”.

It was Pemba in the lead and he used to walk ahead of us after marking our way. Marking here means drawing an arrow mark with the walking stick on mud indicating exactly which route to take. He would do that and vanish along a tougher shortcut. We walked all the 14 kms and came to this sign board “Gorkhey 2 mins” – Norbu was there waiting to show us the way.

From there it was around 20 mins (they should have missed a 0 on the board) of walk into the valley through beautiful corn field pathways. And there lay the village in the middle, surrounded by mountains on all sides, one side a gushing stream, a bridge on top, hens running amuk, well you can imagine. It was a typical postcard place and we were all secretly thinking if we could come back and settle there after retirement! Just one flaw, my batteries had drained out by then – I did not take a second pair, and my sister kept clicking an hour before that. And right when you needed it, my camera was not functional. However, the first view of Gorkhey is still fresh in my memory.

It was a recently built lodge and we got settled in groups of 3. The rest of the group – Nishanth, EB, Rohan, Tejasvi, Snigdha Swapna and Jyothi aunty came back an hour later. They had been playing this game on the way and we continued later that evening. We called it “Brain – Teasers”. Let me give you a hint of the game below:

1. Rich boy throws cash. He goes to a Muslim village where priest calls him “infidel”. He answers back that he is not infidel. What did he say? – Fidel Cash throw

2. There is a rat called Ann. How does her friend’s say bye to her? – Rat ann Tata

3. A mom teaches the kid how to light fire. She says “if you add more oil, there will be more fire”. What does she say? – Naraya enna More thee

4. A couple goes for hunting Condo for a long lease. They find one and go into it and find a bowl of rice. Describe the situation. – Condo lease-ah Rice

Lol, well that took us nearly all day, after which we played dumb c in mobile flashlight and candle light sitting amidst nature (and leeches), the smell of cardamom brandy overpowering. Well, as the game advanced, the couple in the next cottage came out to watch us. The girl wanted to join us, and we were anyways not equally numbered. So she joined my opponent team and played exceptionally well. She turned out to be none other than the foreigner who walked past me on day 3, in case you remember. One awesome couple we got acquainted with.

We had to cut short our game in order to go and have dinner, and the couple joined us for the meal. It was very entertaining, with us trying to introduce each other (though most of us knew the others 3 days before). We learnt that they Deborah and Adam) were teachers in Korea and got engaged recently.

The only sad thing that happened on that day was the children asking money. Well Gorkhey being a village has few families staying there. Children go around talking to the visitors, and we all love children, right? Yes, agreed. And we would not mind giving them anything like money or chocolates and the likes just because of their innocence. Agreed, again. But that does not mean they can go around asking for money from tourists. I did NOT entertain that, because it ends up in begging, and the kids would not mind doing the same even after they grow up. They need to learn that. I felt so bad to say no to them, and it took all my self control to not entertain this. All that said, please don’t let kids beg! Point made.

The last thing I remember about that day is that we had another dog out there following us. I named it “Compass” and I shall tell you in the next blog, why.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 4 – To Phalut

Having touched the highest peak in our journey, one can consider it would be a cake walk from then. But, our organizer Wangchuck had arranged for a drive specifically for this day, a 21 km walk. We all were given a choice – 14 km drive and then 7 km walk; or walk throughout. Geetha Aunty and I chose the jeep straight away. Sandhya aunty and Jayati aunty told their decisions later in the morning. So it was a 4 people with Norbu in the jeep and the rest 8 with Pemba by walk.

It was an amazing way to start the day – a view of the mountains and sunrise at 4.45 (believe me I have not woken up this early since public exams!) My camera had gone into video mode somehow and by the time I adjusted the settings – took me 5 seconds – and clicked, all I got was mist, mist and mist everywhere 😦

My camera’s version of sunrise @ Sandakphu – I dont remember if that was the Everest, Kanchenjunga or Kumakarna 😛

So we got ready – standard wet wipes and facewash routine – and after breakfast of “I don’t remember what” (I’m sure Amul cheese spread, homemade jam, porridge was in the menu), we started off split in 2 groups.

One km of drive later, we met the walking group on the way and went past them, waving goodbyes, This might have shattered the plans of those who were counting on us starting late and meeting them 4 – 5 kms down the lane, where the tired ones could take the jeep.

The jeep drive turned out to be equally interesting as the walk might have been. The road was totally bumpy (I call it a road for want of better term) and the previous day’s rain had washed away mud on the way and on the whole made the route un–jeepable, especially with people in it. So there were these stretches of few metres that we opted to, or rather had to walk. It was a great time to pose and take pictures and admire the beauty of the mountains. There were 2 other people travelling with us apart from the experienced young driver and Norbu. And they were there solely to help even out the route for the jeep to ride on it. We did not know initially they had come all prepared with spades and stuff, but it was a sight in itself, watching them jump out of the jeep time and again and working with spades and shift rocks.

We stopped at a remote hut in the midst of nowhere for tea, rest and rest room :P. After the rest was the 7km walk. The sun was up and shining – the perfect timing to click pictures. Sandhya aunty went ahead looking for views. And I clicked at practically everything I saw. There were poppy pastures, winding roads, trees struck by lightning, yaks and joes, rhododendrons… And lo – the mist is back again. Made me pack and put in my camera back into my jacket. Something to note here is that we stopped carrying bags from this day. Its jacket and pant pockets for the barest necessary stuff to be carried on self, and the walking stick if necessary.

We reached the cottage – our first Indian stay since Darjeeling, and it was already drizzling then. It was FREAKING cold and I felt feverish. So I skipped lunch (did not miss anything coz it was just noodles) and snuggled into my sleeping bag. They gave me a makeshift hot water bag – a Bisleri water bottle filled with steaming hot water! It was a blessing at that point of time, believe me!! Later, we all took refuge in the kitchen, which had a comforting fire burning for cooking purposes. I used the time to take notes for future as to what happened each day, on the back of my air ticket print out.

Around 5 PM, the rest of them walked in one by one, and they had another post worth stories to tell. I ain’t going into detail here, but I shall tell you one instance. The kids had decided to fool Pemba, who was the guide who went with them. So they all walked ahead and hid from sight before Pemba walked up. It seems he went about shouting their names and got scared. Then these evil plotters came out from their hiding places and they all started laughing. Good that Pemba took it as a joke 😉 Back in the cottage, one line unanimously agreed by all the walkers was, “T’was one helluva walk”.

If I forgot to mention the dinner that day, it would not be a completed narration. Something we had all been wanting to have ever since we stepped foot on Darjeeling, something we kept asking time and again for dessert. We had finished the main course – rice again – and Pemba announced it was gulab jamun for dessert and went in and got a huge container, a wide grin / smirk on his face. And there it was! The treat – RASAGULLAS!!! Yummy, delicious, give it twenty more adjectives 🙂 🙂 We were able to get around 2 – 3 each.

No electricity for that night; no mineral water either. I tasted mountain water for the first time – it had somewhat of a charcoal taste. We were given candles and spare blankets for each room, which was a 4 bedded one. We did have a Spare Oom (spare room) – wonder if it had a Narnian wardrobe in it. Well, we have already been having enough magical stuff around us, so it didn’t really matter!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 3 – To Sandakphu

This was THE day – the day when we walked upto Sandakphu (3636 metres above sea level) – the highest we were going to reach as a part of the trek. And so obviously it was a steep, yet short climb of 7 kms. We started the walk in the misty background after a yummy breakfast of Tibetan bread, porridge and puri. We all had our rain gear out and prepared for the rain. Otherwise, our strategy that day was to stay light, take the necessary stuff (food, medicines) in pockets, and no bags.

In the first lap, we met some kids walking to school… Imagine walking a couple of hours to study, at the age of 7 or 8! The kids looked so cute with pinkish cheeks, like an excess of rouge 🙂 We took pictures with them and then bade goodbye.

The way was decently uphill all the way, but I had expected worse; and so it did boost my morale 😛 I had planned and got diversions to ease the walk – my MP3 player. So I walked with music for my company most of the way. The mist kept clouding and clearing at irregular intervals, and I tried to take pictures whenever possible – the Joe, the paint markers on the road to show the way, a little difference in terrain (after a point of time it will be all green, brown and blue to you).

the seats… and the arrow marks

As expected, the rest of the group had gone a litte ahead and reached the only stop point for the day – a small hut @ nowhere. As Geetha aunty and I walked in few minutes later, Tejasvi welcomed me with an energy bar. We all had black tea and pineapple juice. EB started playing with the kitten and the hens, and I took pictures of them as well.

We stated our walk on the second and last lap towards destination Sandakphu. Let me describe the path to you. There will be as many hairpin bends as possible (and I was thankful I am not taking this route by vehicle ;)) whenever the mist clears out, you can see most of the trail ahead or atleast the mountain that you will be crossing in sometime; not very lush greenery, more of gravel and pine trees; and then the seats!

That was one of the most welcome sights – the seats. There were cemented blocks at regular intervals at the edge of the road, probably to prevent from falling off. But we used them as resting places and they were rightly spaced for that requirement. I developed this rule for myself – 20 steps of walk, 2 minutes of rest. After about 3 kms up, I had to give up on my rule. Reason being, insects. You see, for a climate that cold, I think any being would be attracted towards warmth, and me sitting on moss covered blocks of cement was exactly that. So these insects swarmed each time I sat to take rest, and my 2 minutes of bliss became 2 minutes of torture.

And all the way, I kept perstering our guide Norbu with questions ranging from Buddhist monastries, red pandas, the terrain and all that for timepass. As you know, we were in search of the red panda from the day before. When we asked about this to Norbu, he replied (he should have been frustrated with my questions by then), “You want to see red panda? I am red panda!”, pointing to himself (he was wearing the same red t-shirt that day).

We had almost reached the destination (I saw a milestone saying Sandakphu 1 km, which was concrete proof!), and the rest of the path was full of steep ‘S’ bends. As I walked up resting every few steps, (I was ravenous by then) this foreign lady walked past me, took a steeper short cut next to the usual steep route and vanished out of sight in a few seconds. She walked as easily as on a plain!! I just stood there, amazed. To top that, when I reached the clearing where the guest houses were located, I saw her sitting on a bench casually, waiting for 2 other guys who were coming behind me.!!!!!

I reached the cottage and went into the first room. Most of the group was sitting there and listening to what seemed to be a deeeeeeeetaaaaaaaaaailed narration of the Mahabharatha by Rohan. That was when I came to know that these guys had started the story an hour back during the walk.

After lunch, we had another example of our guide’s impeccable sense for details. Lavi and I came last for lunch and there were not enough chairs for both of us. So, we sat on the next table and had food. Buffet style food for our empty stomachs – dal, rice, papad, pickle… When we came back for dinner, later that evening, there were 2 extra chairs in the first table to fit the entire group in.! 🙂

Next up, the group splits into two, and we have some very interesting experiences on both ends.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 2 – To Kalapokhri

Day 2 dawned as a relatively clear day, and I woke up with the background music of dogs barking. The sound kept on increasing and later I came to know the reason for it. The dogs had had a ritualistic welcome for each new dog that entered the campus. They would bark and run upto the front gate to greet the new dog that comes, and by the end the number of dogs had gone upto 6.

We woke up and had black tea. Then me, Nishanth and EB decided to go on a walk. We went upto this hill peak which apparently served as a watch out point with traditional flags mounted. From here, we could see most of the village and surrounding mountains for a few seconds after which the mist took over. But the picturesque view was worth the extra uphill climb. We walked back to the lodge chatting about  random school stories and missed the cut that goes to our lodge. When we had started a construction site came in view a minute later (I remember commenting how they actually transported the materials to build). But on our way back, we missed the construction site and walked straight ahead. It took us a couple of minutes to collect our thoughts and trace our way back to the small lane that led to our cottage.

Back to the room, we did the repacking routine, had a breakfast and then started on a 11 km trek from the Shikker Lodge. The first lap was surprisingly downhill and me and Lavi started singing “situation songs” as we walked. We sang from “pudhiya vanam”… to “pulveli pulveli”… “oho megam vandhadho”… and the likes, you can imagine the rest.

the fallen Magnolia tree

By midday, I realized you cant have an altogether pleasant day at the mountains. We started with a slightly uphill slope which constantly steepened as the guys chose the jungle path. We had been offered 3 choices earlier that day – the Indian route, the Nepal route or the jungle route, the last one being steeper, but you could sight red pandas if you were lucky.

The jungle route it was. I started pretty bad, the rain gear was not comfortable and the terrain was not good enough to wait and change. So I ploughed on with some help from Nishanth and Norbu. We had a steady lookout for the red panda as well.

To top it all, our usual trouble maker paid visit – yes, it started raining again, more heavily this time. About half hour up the jungle route, we saw Rohan and a couple of others waiting for Norbu who had their raincoats in his bag. We all moved on, me keeping the tail and in few minutes they had all gone past.

Then it was strenuous 1 hour plus walk with just Norbu and the rain for company. I used to ask him “How much longer?” and his constant answer would be “30 minutes more”… I lost track of how many times I asked the same question and got the same old answer back. And then I learnt the trick. Never ask “how long”. Instead ask “how many kms more” 😀

On the way, we met a group of school kids trekking, covering themselves in pink plastic covers for rain. We spoke to the fellow trekkers, and came to know that they were from National Public School, Guwahati. I remember the teacher telling me, “Madam, you are not supposed to drink water like that here. Have it in your mouth, raise the temperature and then drink… Else you might get tonsilitis”. Actually, I did not know whether to laugh or take it seriously!

And thus we reached the “Black Pond”, which is the meaning of our next destination, Kalapokhari. We did see the black pond, it seems it does not freeze even in winter. Pemba called out from ahead and told us that we could come back and offer prayers next day morning. But it was a holy pond, after all. How could we leave just like that! So our group (Rohan, Swapna aunty, Sandhya aunty, Tejasvi, Jyoti aunty..) started singing holy songs, starting with “Aigiri nandhini….” 😀 😀

As I walked further, Norbu sent me ahead saying, “walk 2 minutes ahead, you reach Chawang Lodge”, and he waited for our choir. And I obediantly walked on for a couple of minutes. Just mist. Then I saw the first lodge, tried to read the name through the mist, and realized, I had forgotten the name of our lodge; it started with a “Ch”… then went on to the next and then next…. What was to be a 2 min walk to the lodge turned out to be 2 min stop every building on the road in the village. I can vividly remember them – Himachul Lodge, Kanchenjunga Lodge, a hut with kitchen, an unnamed lodge… and finally Chewang Lodge! Lavanya, our saviour came out to show us the way. (Nishanth and Snigdha had also got lost and walked till the end of the village)

We got settled in our rooms – 3 in a room split. The previous day, we had been warned that facilities will not be good in this place, and there is only common toilet. With very little expectations, I found Kalapokhari very neat and comfortable. As usual after rearranging, we went to have food. I purchased a woolen cap for Rs. 150 and when I got money from the room and gave this lady, she bowed low and got the cash from me in 2 hands like how we used to get “prasad” in temples here. I was totally surprised at her humility! And that is when I realized, I had not bowed when I got the cap from her!!!! 😛

Our guides proved their excellence again – Norbu distributed plastic covers – 2 for each – to be worn between the socks and shoes. Something to protect from the rain in future, because we had wet shoes again that day, and nowhere to dry them!

After dinner, we had the briefing by Pemba. He warned us that next day was going to be constant uphill, no proper stops in between. All eyes turn to me – “Can you make it, Vidhya?” “I think Ill do it” (all the while, planning within myself, listing out problems that scared me and how to overcome them)

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 1 – To Tumling

Day 1: The actual start of the trek, prior to which was the scary 2 hour drive uphill (scary to those who have motion sickness, which is pretty much everyone in my family!) So after tea and bath (the last we could have on civilized place for quite some days after that), we sat to decide on what to take and what to leave behind.

The plan was to leave behind stuff that would not be used during the trek (especially suitcase type of luggage, as the ponies will not be able to carry them) and they would be directly sent to our airport on the last day. So we rearranged all our luggages, but Wangchuk was still taken by surprise at the number of items cumulative that the horses had to carry! I guess it came to around 25 when he had an estimate of 15. Still, he managed the number very well and the 12 plus one guide started to Maneybhanjang, the starting point of the walk.

The climb was entirely uphill with full of bends, and I felt so relieved when it was over. Then the helpers downloaded the luggage from the car and uploaded it on the ponies who were to carry it for the rest of the week. At this point, we were also joined by our second guide Pemba.

Now a quick word about our guides – both of them were pro, Norbu was the silent, background person whereas Pemba the witty, thoughtful one.

So we had breakfast at a cottage in Maneybhanjang – tea, bread and porridge – and then started theactual trek.It started with a steep climb up and we all had our walking sticks out. Most of us were still carrying a bag each this day and so the walk was moderate throughout the 7 kms.

The rest of the group went ahead, while my aunt, Nishanth, Lavi and I stayed behind. When Nishanth and my aunt were still on their way, Lavi walked steadily and joined the leading group. I was in a dilemma at this stage whether to continue or stay back. Thus I kept at the tail of the leading group, occasionally stopping to see if I can spot Norbu or Nishanth through the mist. Jayathi aunty was there for company for this stretch.

We stopped at a lonely hut at a place called Chitre and we were served black tea (again!). Here, we came to know that the road near the hut belonged to India, whereas, the land next to it along with the hut belonged to Nepal! So we all stood in this formation such that one leg was in India and one leg in Nepal and posed for a photo!!!!!!!!

Oh yes! Loyala!!! I forgot to mention earlier, but a white dog started the walk with us in Maneybhanjang and came all the way the entire day with the group. It seems its name was Lassi, but me and Jayati aunty named it Loyala in order to pay tribute to its loyalty 🙂 We were hoping it would come with us till the end of the trek; but it stopped at Tumling. We learnt later that this to and fro journey was regular for the dog, and next time someone starts back from Tumling it would accompany them back to the base.

As the day progressed, so did we in terms of kms and neared the lunch spot. Rain started spoiling our day. Raincoats out and drenched, we reached the lunch destination. Something that I had missed in the above narration was that we had been carrying a bag of ripe mangoes all the way from Chennai, courtesy my uncle, who wanted all of us to enjoy the mangoes at the airport itself. Hoever, we skipped it during that day’s lunch, dinner, next day breakfast. And then, as we were waiting for the food to be prepared, we attacked the mangoes, which Geetha aunty dutifully cut and distributed. Then came the steaming plates of noodles and then soup. This meant we had the lunch courses in the reverse order – dessert, main dish, and soup 😉

We tried waiting for the rain, but it was pouring non-stop, so we continued walking in the rain and reached the lodge at Mt.Tumling numb and wet. Fortunately for us, there was a cozy fireplace in the dining area, and we were able to dry ourselves. And drying, we did – from raincoats to shoes, passports, wallets and jackets… We had a dinner of rice, dal and roti followed by a brief by Pemba. The solar light did not work in our room and we did all the repacking in torch light and then went to sleep on our cozy beds.

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Day 0 – To Darjeeling

The day dawned as an average hot Chennai day and I started out to the airport where I was to meet my cousins and aunt.

At the airport starts this phenomenon of looking at people’s faces and guessing if it was one of our gang. The fact that I had seen the rest of them only through thumbnail images in gmail till then, is to be noted here.

So me, Lavanya, Geetha Aunty, Nishanth, his friend EB (not electricity board, Elaya Bharath :P) boarded the flight to Bagdogra via Kolkata.

The rest of the group were to board the same flight at Kolkata which was when we finally got to map the face with the name. We created a ruckus throughout the process, and I am sure the other passengers would have known by then that we were travelling together.

Thus we reached Bagdogra and had to go on a 3 hour drive by car from there to Darjeeling, our aclimatization point. We stopped midway at a Cafe where green tea was served. Tired from the drive, Lavi and I decided to stretch our legs and took a walk.

The roads look pretty much like Shimla (for those who have already gone there), layers of roads one below the other and rail tracks through it. We got picturesque views but no camera to capture them 😦 Our faces brightened only when we saw Sandhya aunty come out with her cameras. And that is when we knew about the ace photographer in her. As the story proceeds, she proves it time and again.

We reached Darjeeling and got settled in the Swiss Lodge after a buffet dinner. I am not sure if it was before or after dinner, but we had a brief by Wangchuk, our trek organizer. He was patient in answering all our questions (however silly) and gave each of us printed sheets of the itenary. And yes, we also got our walking sticks that day. Later part of the story will cover details regarding our walking – stick fixer 😉

The day ended with an interesting incident – Nishanth, EB, Rohan and Wangchuck got locked out. Apparently Nishanth and EB decided to take a walk at around 10 in the night and found that the gate had been locked when they returned back. Meanwhile Rohan was returning from Wangchuck’s place to the hotel, and they all were stranded outside. Thankfully EB had my aunt’s number and called her to inform. We rushed out, me collecting all the keys available in the reception desk (the receptionist was not there as well) and finally opened the gate for them!

– Until next,

Vid 🙂

Prologue – The Trek Prep

I have never done something in my life that requires so much of prep work as this. One of the reasons being, we are totally new to this concept called “Trekking”.

Yes, I was invited by my cousin to join this group who were planning to go on a Himalay Trek later this summer. I got the initial details, and was super exited as I love doing these adventurous things.

Obstactle #1 started with getting permission from home. Although there is not much dependancy, I still had to convince my people that I will be fine and can go alone. The very fact that this was a new experience, which excited me, scared them. I did all the information scouting I could and gave dad those that sounded convincing only 😉 Search strings included “Singalila Trek route”, “Women Hiker Tips”, “Safety trekking”, “altitude sickness”, and the likes.

Dad took a week to give me a go, and from then on, it has been FAQ asking or browsing or buying gear almost every weeked (after considering laziness :P) I will tell you what all I learnt out of this preparation, hoping it would be of some use to the reader.

First and foremost was making sure we could reach Darjeeling by flight, which we had to book ourselves. Decent fares were available in SpiceJet and we all ended up booked in the same flight. The guide Wangchuck (I assume) would be taking over from there.

Rohan, my cousin’s friend, and the one organizing this trip, said that rooms could be arranged for stay in Darjeeling, for the night we land there. So, as we were ready to pay, that thing was out of the checklist. (I will narrate about the actual stay after I come back!)

As I browsed through the articles in the net, one problem that stood profound was altitude sickness, that became my Obstacle #2. They say that as we go up in altitude, people tend to feel breathless as the pressure in the atmosphere decreases… something like that… Well let me get you the actual definition:

“Acute mountain sickness is due to a combination of reduced air pressure and lower oxygen levels at high altitudes.The faster you climb to a high altitude, the more likely you will get acute mountain sickness. Your symptoms will also depend on the speed of your climb and how hard you push (exert) yourself.” I came to know of this medicine Diamox that helps; how much it helps, is yet to be experienced. My suggestion is not to read too much on the health aspect, as you go deep the information would scare you. A point when you think that’s enough and stop researching 😛

Another worthy suggestion I got was to read the blog of someone who already went along the same route and has published her experiences, day by day, in her blog. I did bookmark her blog and left it idle for nearly a month. Finally after some rebukes from my aunt, I started reading it, and found it a very enjoyable thing (as such I love reading), and very informative (since she had given even minute details… from hot water availability to village names…)

The bookmarked link for you :

The above suggestion was a valuable one, no doubt on that. But beware! I learnt not to listen to all the suggestions I got, which was unfortunately aplenty. So I decided to ignore most of them and just be prepared for what comes along.

One very exciting piece of information I got was that I will be trekking partly in India and partly in Nepal, as the Singalila route is situated in both the countries. If only this was true, this is going to be my FIRST EVER time outside India, and I am going to walk, not fly or drive, but walk to a foreign land. Wow!!!

Obstacle #3: That was after I got my shoes. Well, we decided that buying shoes should be first on the checklist, as we would need time to get used to it. And lo! First day I wore it and it bit me 😦 Good that it was well before the trip and by now I am used to it.

Though Obstace #4 in my terms was getting leave approved, I am not going to bore you all with that here 😉

So all is set. We are starting tomorrow and I thought this was a fitting time to post, so here goes…

Hoping to write about the actual journey once I am back…

Until then,


Vid 🙂

A Travelogue…

Definition of Travelogue – A lecture about travel. And thus, here we start…

My parents and me journeyed to a place in Chennai called Chromepet some 20 plus years ago. We have been traveling in and out of the place ever since. However, whenever we are here, we stay at the same house. Our apartment is surrounded by little greenery and houses on all sides (believe it or not) and sometimes filled with the droning sound of the motor. There are countless memories related to this place. Hence for now, I give you a day’s happenings’ recount.

The alarm starts ringing from 5.30 AM and goes on till 6.10 AM. I have been hitting the snooze button seeing my phone through the thin seam between my eyelids all this time. Finally I get up, brush my teeth, have coffee and start out for a morning walk.

The sights outside on a busy weekday morning always fascinates me. The locality is buzzing with people – mama’s and mami’s on their way home from the temple holding a “dhonnai” – a cup made of dried leaves and pinned with tiny sticks – full of pongal (Margazhi special)… men in trousers (ara nijar in my Thatha’s vocabulary) buying newspaper and milk… college students waiting for their college buses – please note that most of the private colleges in Chennai have early bus timings owing to the fact that they are all situated amidst forests / lakes / deserts in the outskirts of the city… “share – autos” carrying sleepyheads heading to office… A stray person recognizing me and “enna, walking ah?” How does it seem to you – like I am brushing my teeth, or what? 😛

The situation changes in the main road on my return journey. College students are replaced by office goers in bus stands; “share – autos” carry double the load than my previous mention; kids laden with schoolbags as big as them, moms trailing behind giving instructions non – stop. And there is this old auto wala I try to avoid to and fro my walk, because this guy accuses me for his loss of income. Old man, who on earth goes for morning walks in auto?! :O

Later in the morning, on my way to this building called “Chennai One”, just before I enter it, a beautiful sight awaits me. An expanse of more than a km on either side are water bodies. I tell you beforehand that they are lakes – you can’t identify at first sight, there is more garbage in it than water is. Pretty useful, I should say, for dumping garbage / sewage. Especially when it rains, the lake emanates a fragrance that makes me don my stole like a terrorist for crossing this stretch!

However, the constricted view from inside glass – sealed windows is really good. The reason being, the smell is eliminated and the dumped region can be conveniently ignored. This month is apt for the migratory birds. We (the usual gang that goes for coffee together) stand near one such window admiring the birds during break.

What a flock of birds! Around 500 in total. They fly in different groups, each in one direction. One group from south to north and the other, east to west, say. Suddenly some of the birds from the former group delink themselves and join the latter. Some confusion within the ranks, presumably. Four of them detach from the rest and fly low towards the swamp. This triggers in motion more birds that were previously sitting and a newer flock emerges. Thus the play continues and its a cute phenomenon to observe.

Another notable sight is the sunset through these windows in the evening. Unfortunately, I have never managed to capture it as a 2D image and be equally impressed with it. Maybe the dispersion does not happen that well through the lenses 😉 😛

Traveling in bus is by itself an experience in Chennai. Like everywhere, the important routes and peak hours operate full houses in buses. And the preferred places to stand are the poles near alternate seats – easily 4 people will be fighting (cold war types, nothing violent) for a hold there at anytime. Also if you end up standing somewhere in between the two entrances, then you get the opportunity to do social service as well. Ticket – buying – for – others is an art that only daily commuters can excel in. It involves a lot of complexities, viz.. remembering who gave how much money, which place they are commuting to, if the ticket that is in your hand right now is your ticket or someone else’s :P, and in case there is a change due kept by the conductor and you are the one passing on the money and ticket, you get to soon pass the “polambal”s and abuses as well!!

Back home and after a filter coffee and yummy dinner later, all I can think of is – “Singaara Chennai” does have a beauty of its own!!! 😀

Until next,

Vid 🙂

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