Cycling from Chennai to Pudducherry through spellbinding ECR

This blog was posted in Feb 2011.

It was a month before the Tsunami that i travelled from Chennai to Pudducherry through ECR (East Coast Road) on a bus. ECR wasn’t fully done those days and there were lots of potholes and so on but the sights through the trip was mesmerising. It was then i had decided that this is one route that needs to be cycled. But all these years i was stuck with one thing or other, also consider that window time available is December last week to February first week since till mid of December East coast is lashed by North-west monsoon, though i love to cycle in rain but prefer smaller cycle friendly roads, there are hospitable roads that run parallel to highway along the West coast that i happen to cycle few years back. After February Tamil Nadu tends to be quite hot, summers are quite vicious around here. ECR is now one of the best roads to travel, what an amazing experience. If i had few lakhs of rupees to spare i would be on road all the time, indeed i was quite keen to cycle up to Tuticorin (Tutikudi), i would be bankrupt if i tried now. Cycling is not about going from one place to another it is about experiencing the places at every step. I study the places before i venture so as to not to miss anything around. If i find the place interesting i stop over for an hour or so and if it needs more time i stay overnight. This time around i was carrying the camera and took some pics, not many though cameras can be intrusive sometimes. Last time around i bought fancy geared cycle this time it was second hand a rather rickety cycle that even got punctured- fortunately the repair shop was a Km away. It was physically quite demanding but when sights are wondrous you forget the body!! I searched through satellite pictures of the routes beforehand, some of the stretches were quite isolated that got me concerned but then there aren’t many options when you put your mind into something. Either you go ahead or you drop out.

So after a night journey on Special train from Bangalore i was in Chennai early morning, thankfully i got the upper seat and so could stretch myself for a nice little nap. Frankly i shouldn’t be thanking anyone i was determined to get a space to sleep, so as the train slowed down i jumped in pushing few hapless but equally aggressive people, mostly these circumstance put me off and i tend to give space for others but tonight i was insistent, even elbowed an elderly man who gave a low scream. It made me cringe, for a moment i thought of relenting but the reflection of sitting through the night propelled me. The train was already two hours late when it started-some special train this one i thought and was asleep.

Chennai was tough on me many years back but i have nothing against the city, excessively sultry but generally been a nice place that is culturally active and intellectually stimulating as also some awesome restaurants that offer multicolour chutneys!. I had joined NIS (National Institute of Sales that was run by NIIT), and worked as a salesman in varied kinds of places, mostly with disastrous consequences particularly for the employers. Though jobs weren’t my concern as much the travelling i enjoyed so i can say with much authority that Chennai has changed for better. If this is what development can bring then Chennai as a city can be proud of itself, good roads with pedestrian arcade, well maintained parks so on unlike say Bangalore-where development is leading to disaster.

After relaxing for a day i was out to buy the cycle, quite sure i will be in disadvantageous position while i bargain since big shops aren’t much keen to sell the second hands, mostly they don’t keep. I found this fellow who had a cycle shop-not exactly a shop but he sat on the footpath repairing cycle. The moment he heard that i was looking for second hand cheap cycle his face brightened he dropped whatever he was doing, the change my innocuous query brought in him puzzled me. He had bulging eyes that he used to dramatic effect; his exaggerated mannerism made me smile. He would slowly raise his head and look at me from one corner of his eyes “o apidiyaa puducherry thaan poren ahaa” as if trying to grasp as clearly as possible although it was quite a simple matter. He took me to a cycle shop and told me to wait by winking his eye and rotating his head. He spoke with a mechanic occasionally pointing towards me. I too joined them and found my acquaintance insisting with much agitation that my case should be considered and that a second hand cycle has to be found. “Poor fellow going to puducherry in cycle” the way he referred to me as “paavam saar” was embarrassing to say the least. I thought of clarifying that the reason for going to Puducherry on cycle wasn’t monetary, there is a gross error in the way i am being portrayed. In the meantime it was decided that the cycle could be had for 1000R. It was an old rusted cycle but sturdy enough to endure the journey.

Chennai to Puducherry is about 160Kms relatively less challenging unlike 400Kms+ i travelled about a decade back. I thought of putting a banner on my rucksack “Save Trees Save Forest” so that people could read, indeed trees are our concern also this year happens to be International Year for Forests. Cheers to that!!

I am dividing my trip into three stages:

Stage I: from the Banyan Tree at Theosophical SocietyI was up and hit the street at about six since hotels weren’t open i had some bananas and dates. Put my lucky charm in the front pocket-a small greenish yellow stone i picked up from himalayas many years back, indeed i have few more charms that i keep changing as i fancy this one is my fvaourite. It must have been here for billions of years and maybe under sea to get such fine polish, just incredible. If stones could tell their story!!. Anyway i feel safe when i carry it, it must have traveled thousands of Kms with me. Within minutes i was at Marina beach, how beautifully they have done the place, most pleasing sight. I used to come here quite often to see the sunrise. Watching the sun rise through the ocean is quite an amazing experience that i always cherish, it is exhilarating to see the sky, clouds and ocean lit in bright colours. Along Kerala you get to see sunset that makes one contemplative. Does these impacts the way society evolve? It is not right to generalise but to a large extend Keralites and Tamilians differ on these very lines. Spend some time watching the sunrise. Wasn’t it Tennyson who wrote...

'And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see,

But if we could see and hear, this vision-were it not He?'

Soon i was back to realities of life. Drank a large tender coconut, it is the best drink in the world and i can never get tired of this nectar. The woman had said 15R but changed it to 20R saying the coconut i chose was of larger size, this arbitrariness made me furious, a brief thought of clawing her face flashed in my mind but a glance at her nails and a rather vicious vice versa possibility dissuaded me to pursue the line of thought. Though i had the map but my plans were simple: stick to the beach as far as possible. Very soon it backfired i was stuck at dead end of Adyar Creek. Decided to have a quick breakfast at the nearest joint. Pongal may look unappealing but it is a terrific breakfast, it varies significantly from hotel to hotel, i prefer the one that is fluidy with lots of peppercorns. As a habit the breakfast went with newspaper and hot coffee-i am so very like traditional elderly from small towns of Kerala!. Five minutes is all i have for newspaper these days-pages were full of issues of corruption and so on. Make it a point to return the newspaper to vendor. Indeed i suggest everyone to do this or even have a deal with the vendor.

Theosophical society is open to public from 8.30 and i was at the gate in time, the guard though informed that it will take some time “so roam around and come back in half an hour” but i wasn’t in a mood to relent and told him rather loudly that time mentioned is 8.30. He gave in rather meekly. I have visited this place many years ago when i was ‘working’ in Chennai, don’t recall the exact reason or chain of events that led me here. Most likely i was roaming around the place and just got in. Since then i have read much about Theosophical society and the enigmatic Annie Besant (please visit iseeebirds.blogspot.com to read more on Annie Besant and Theosophists). I love the banyan tree here, it is supposed to be one of the largest in the world. Sat there for few minutes. Chennai should be take pride that Theosophical society apart from its egalitarian views that has influenced some remarkable people has been able to create an oasis of green in the midst of bustling metropolis. It is a pleasant place to walk around. They have created life size models of places of worship of different religions as also planks that mark different countries in the world. It is an oasis of peace, you really can feel it. Theosophical society was created in New York 1875 later it moved to Adyar India. Theosophy is the wisdom underlying all religions when they are stripped of accretions and superstitions. It teaching is meant to unfold latent spiritual nature in human being, without dependence or fear. The society’s objective being 1) To form a nucleus of the universal brotherhood of humanity without distinction of race, creed, sex, caste, or colour. 2)To encourage the study of comparative religion, philosophy, and science. 3)To investigate the unexplained laws of nature and the powers latent in man.

I was back on the highway and after much twists and turns was cruising the ECR, it was a bright busy day and people were found rushing to places of work, schools, colleges and so on. And here was i...it made me laugh. At a traffic junction the young fellow on a brand new bike wore a bright colored Tshirt that declared ‘God is a Designer’ and was found speaking loudly to no one, before i could pass a judgment on his mental health i realized he was speaking through his handless phone. Few Kms ahead traffic became sparse, Injambakkam is about 9Km from Adyar and here towards the beach is located Cholamandal- the Artist Village.

Cholamandal : A tranquil place steeped in history Cholamandal – credited for Madras Movement of Art which ushered in modernism in South India- is a self supporting artist village that was conceived by iconic artist KCS Panicker (1911-1977) way back in 1966. Group of artists bought land and set up the village, they built everything including their houses, studios, gallery, theatre, workshop on their own. Named after Cholas who ruled along this region and were patrons of art artists live here as a community and pool together their skills and resources. They opted to live away from the city not to alienate themselves from society. They worked part time for two or three hours a day wherein the artists could freely extend their art into craft, and thus could devote more time for contemplation and sustained creative involvements. There is a gallery where the works of Madras Movement is displayed, i immensely liked “Bashir with gramophone” by Namboothri (Bashir really was quite a character!). I met Mr Senathipathi, President of the Cholamandal association, chatted with him for few minutes and roamed around the place. Later had a bowl of salad and sherbet at ‘Shiraz’-a Medittaranean Persian restaurant located within the village, scalded my wallet on that one!

It was already noon and sun had become merciless but i had long way to go my destination for the day was Kovalam (Covelong) that was about 15Km further. After passing through MGM Dizeee world that had some attraction for usual crowd that didn’t excite me i was seeing large number of advertisement for beach front homes mostly anglicised names. At Muthukadu is located Dakshinachitra-a non profit project of the Madras Craft Foundation for the promotion and preservation of the cultures of the diverse people of India with emphasis on Tamil Nadu, Kerala, Andhra Pradesh and Karnataka- is what the brochure says. I happily agree to that. Dakshinachitra is an amazing place to be in and i strongly recommend to everyone passing through ECR to spend some time here. They have done it brilliantly, there is whole lot of activity going on here, they have transplanted entire houses from different south Indian region to give us understanding of different communities and so on. It was what existed through the ages till early 20th century. Modernity has standardised the way we construct homes but peek into the past is enlightening. I was fascinated by different models of kerala houses; it was like entering into familiar surroundings and was expecting someone from past to tap from behind and say “where have you been dear, never thought about us did you?” for few moments i was extremely nostalgic but shrugged myself out of it. Lunch was quite tasty. I bought some souvenirs also a recipe book, the moment i saw it i had to buy “A healthy Tastes of Indian Culture: Cooking with Yoghurt” (Viji Vardarajan). The book has won some international awards. Pachadis are always my favourite when it comes to vendakka pachadi there is no full stop!. Though i have doubts whether Pachadis are same as Raitas or these are “salads” (never), if pachadis are kootan (side dish) then how is that salad?. But must say Mrs.Vardarajan has done a remarkable job in bringing out this book. I didn’t know that curd is used making Rava idli. Somehow i never could understand the difference between yoghurt and curd, don’t know why people come out with different names already there is so much confusions in getting the English names right! Like for instance brinjal is being referred to as eggplant, in the beginning i was wondering what exactly it is or that eggs have started growing on plants. Why can’t brinjal be brinjal for godsake? Think of onions and who would say it is shallot- sounds like a character straight out of Shakespeare, well that’s what they call small onions. Onion already is replete with names pyaz, kantha, ulli, savola...and now shallot. There should be one name for each item in a language, a rule that should be strictly adhered to. Geez.

Kovalam is a fishing hamlet that has a prominent Mosque, and every street seems to have few mosques and temples, also a church. People seem to have gone religiously crazy around here, they though looked contented and healthier lot. For a small town the room rents were quite steep (500Rs), lots of people seem to visit the mosque. The room even had a LCD TV (that’s first time for me), incidentally there weren’t any News channels and found myself staring at DD News after at least two decade!. Only respite being there weren’t any obnoxious ads. I am not into New Year resolutions but yes have decided to reduce drastically my TV watching, it is quite addictive and really except for rare programs –that has become repetitive- it isn’t worth the time. Saw India-South Africa one day match for half an hour. Since everything has become so professional that translates to cheap way of making money in Indian context, i suggest the audience also to become professionals. Professional audience who should be able to decipher what is real what is good for them. As much as cricketer can create brand for themselves at the expense of gullibility of audience- the sacred market model- the audience need to understand what is being served as sport is no longer one. If absurd sums of money are offered to mediocre players then it is with the expectation that we buy what they endorse or be loyal to what they peddle under emotional guise. It is a small trick we should have the capacity to see through. Anyway cricket is a quite a boring (exciting at rare instances) market friendly game, it is dangerous as it has the capacity to grow onto you and unfortunately has caught the imagination of lots of hapless Indians. I think we have reached a stage wherein children should be cautioned against falling for it, these can be lifelong affliction that will waste your time that could be used much productively. Go out dude go cycling go somewhere, read something do something, don’t just sit in front of TV. And yes there isn’t anything patriotic about cricket it is a construct on a ridiculous premise, indeed the whole idea of patriotism is rather restrictive. Cricket was once a quaint game that i used to catch up once in a while but last few years i have been sucked into the lure of entertainment that really isn’t, time to extricate myself. Though i would suggest few matches a while but beware of the marketing machine out to grab your attention and money, indeed they rudely intrude the game, it’s sickening. World has unfortunately become quite crude and in the marketing game that defines capitalism audience are suckers-happy suckers, one might add- professional audience is an anti thesis that is due. With world cup around (frankly there isn’t much of a world in there) time for GDP and Sensex to hit the roof!!

Very soon i was deep in sleep, gode bech ke so gaya (btw if i had horses i really wouldn’t sell!!).

Phase II: Along the Coromandel Coast

My next day was expected to be rather relaxed since my destination-Mamallapuram was about 20Km, not very far if you are travelling in a vehicle but on a cycle with the speed i was maintaining it would be about one and half hour -which really wasn’t much but with stopovers and so on it could be 2-3hours. I had plans to anchor in Mamallapuram for few days. Early morning i went to Kovalam (famously also referred to as Covelong) beach, these beaches are famous for luxury hotels but the area i was staying was the poorer part. Fishermen were quite active, many landing with their catch others readying to venture into the seas. It was terrifying to see the ‘boats’ which was nothing but planks of wood tied together, detachable motor-propellers could be seen in few. So much risk they have to take and still the catch isn’t that big. Of all the jobs in the world marginal fishermen’s occupation is most arduous. I have seen them from close quarters when i was a kid, it is undoubtedly a tough life.

Coromandel Coast that derives from the Cholas has its own significance, it is from here that Cholas extended their reign to east Asia. Later during 18th and 19th century Coromandel Coast witnessed power struggles between colonial European powers like Britain, Portuguese, French, Dutch and Danes, you could see the vestiges here and there. These coasts are also home to extensive mangrove forests along the coasts, river deltas and lakes. These are evergreen forest region that are hosts to variety of migrating avian species.

Since there weren’t proper eateries i decided to postpone the breakfast and started my journey at about 8.00, the intention being to reach the Madras Crocodile Bank-which opens at 8.30- located at about 5Km in a leisurely pace and spend few hours exploring the place. It was another bright charming morning, along the way i could get the glimpse of shimmering ocean “exhilaration is inland soul going to the sea” (Dickenson) even cycling along the sea is no less exhilarating. Casuarinas lined the route and morning chill on a sunny day added to the charm. I stopped and sat for few minutes to immerse myself in the surrounding...

Crocodile Bank was on the left side of the road along the sea, it is hard to miss as there are barriers kept on the road-i guess to prevent speeding vehicles- as also few shops. I thought of having the breakfast from a tea shop across the road. Within few minutes i had gulped four idlis and coffee (for about 20R), in the meanwhile there was an argument at the counter. The woman who ran the shop insisted that the fellow have had his coffee, the fellow who looked quite sleepy (or was he drunk?) countered with surprising vigour. The woman in turn stared at a man who was seen packing idlis (presumably he was her husband since she referred to him as ‘yengo’, a term commonly used around here), as opposed to the woman the man seem disinclined to speak. He seemed like i-will-tolerate-everything-silently kind of a guy. She seem to blame him for the impasse, for not keeping eye on things. She mildly admonished him but as she reached the kitchen-located inside-her voice grew rather bold. Meanwhile the man caught me staring at him, he winked.

Crocodile Park turned out to be surprisingly small and congested place. I was expecting it to be much bigger and spread across few acres. There are 14 species of crocodiles found in here, frankly i never knew there are so many species in the first place, indeed there are total of 22! Of course i knew about Gharials- a gentler species of crocodiles found in Ganges, but to see the chart of 22species spread across the world was rather amazing. In India i gather there are only 3species, the ‘muggers’ being common- there are hundreds of them in the park. Most species weren’t much visible maybe since it wasn’t hot enough for them to come out for sun.

Madras Crocodile Bank was conceptualised by Romulus Whitaker one of the most eminent conservationist of our times. Known as the ‘Snake Man’ of India, Whitaker is a scientist, conservationist and a renowned herpetologist. An American by birth, whose family re-located to India when he was seven, his childhood fascination with reptiles shaped his destiny. My earliest recollection of him is on the cover of a book with a hooded cobra, both staring intently at each other (this pic herein looks recent). Whitaker also founded the Madras Snake Park and The Andaman and Nicobar Environment Trust. He is actively involved in Agumbe Rainforest Research Station which is an extensive habitat of the King Cobra. The primary objective of Agumbe is to study and conserve the rainforests of South India utilizing the King Cobra as the flagship species, and around which it is hoped to have the habitat declared as a sanctuary. In 2005 he was a winner of a Whitley Award for outstanding leadership in nature conservation and prestigious Rolex award 2008. Whitaker has been involved in the publishing of over 100 technical papers. He is also a noted wildlife documentary filmmaker and author. Phew what a guy!! And yes i saw that documentary ‘King Cobra’ on TV it was well made (maybe i am wrong but the groovy background song... was it needed?), also one on Agumbe about cannibalism in King Cobras though quite gruesome was interesting. Sometime back i had plans to go to Agumbe but it didn’t work out.

A sign in the premise says “To know the most dangerous animal in the world just open the door” it opens to a mirror and you look onto yourself! I like that one and took my picture, a European lady seeing this squealed in laughter “most dangerous” i said pointing to myself. “Sure sure” she said. Later went to an enclosure where they showed ‘milking poison from snake’. Since i was the first one to be in, there wasn’t anyone around, in a shallow pit where i presumed the demonstration will be done, rows of ominous looking earthen pots were kept with their lids closed. A fellow came in from houses across the fence. I asked him whether he was an irula and what could be the cost of going to the village and seeing the snake catching and so on. He told me that all the people working here are irulas. Indeed it was one of the pioneering thoughts of Whitaker to engage local communities, to harness the traditional skills of the Irulas positively, accord a dignity to their indigenous knowledge and to provide them with a means of social and economic upliftment. Irulas are one of the poorest tribes who sustain themselves by catching snakes and rats (fumigation technique led to high level of lungs and heart problem, recently new equipments are being used that reduced these incidences). They are negrito race and are found mainly in the Tamil nadu region. In 1978 the Irulas along with Romulus Whitaker sought the help of the Department of Industries and Commerce to start a self employment scheme using their traditional knowledge. Thus was born the Irulas Snake-Catchers Industrial Cooperative Society. Snake handling facility was constructed at the Croc Bank to maintain snakes for venom extraction and to market the venom to various laboratories around India. In addition, Irulas traditional skills together with their knowledge of indigenous wildlife were promoted as valuable resources for naturalists and government agencies involved in wildlife work. There is a shop run by Irulas but that seemed to closed.

Irulas have adapted quite well their snake catching skills (that was once used for its skin) to milking the venom for medicinal purpose. Two men got busy to explain about snakes and later they milked common krait as a demonstration for the audience (by now a small crowd had gathered), one of the scariest things i have seen. They showed us four species that account for maximum deaths in India: Indian cobra, Russells viper, common krait and saw scaled viper. The hissings left quite an impression, late into the night as i went to the toilet (one thing about cheap hotels is that light rarely work, even if does they put zero watt bulb. It always surprises me!!) i thought i heard one and scampered back to my bed! Venom is extracted from each snake once a week for four weeks. Snakes are then released at Reserve Forests nearby. A kid of about 6 or 7 pointed to the snake skin that lay at the corner and said “the snake has molted”. For a kid of that age to use a rather technical term correctly was quite a pleasant surprise. She pointed it to her father-a stern looking man who was busy capturing the snake in his video, he didn’t listen to her. You are going to have a tough life kid as long this fool is around.
There is a plaque in memory of J Vijaya-a young naturalist. It quotes lines from Green Herbs (tried to find who or what this was in the Net, just couldn’t...intriguing name) that was quite beautiful

May quit the tiresome sea and dwell on the shore
If not a shelter on the soil at least
To drink wild-water and pluck

I thought of buying something from the souvenir shop, very soon picked up an argument with the lady there. Well i preferred grey coloured Tshirt with a brown color croc pecked by green colored bird (surely i am not asking for too much here!), they had it in red and yellow (geez what choice of colours...i had an argument at Cholamandalam too they had black Tshirts, one should consider climatic conditions or atleast give choices. Surely that is craft!!). Five lakh visitors visit Croc park annually so when you sell please see that some care has gone into it. I loved the miniature Croc on black stone, bought one and would recommend it to anyone visiting.

I was out of Croc Park at about eleven, sun was already smouldering the highway. At two or three Km distance further there was a big banner advertising show by Sea Lions, i haven’t seen these creatures before except on TV so decided to drop in but the show was scheduled at 1.30, quite an odd timing and i wondered who would make it at the middle of nowhere. In the meantime the fellow explained to me about ‘tricks by sea lions’ i hope it is legal and animal rights are not violated. All the while two short people (‘little people’ is politically correct) in mask surrounded me, they were part of the publicity for the show and waved at passerby who were too surprised to react. They had a permanent expression of ‘astound’, indication probably of what to expect from the show. Two masked people with fixed expression around made me claustrophobic, i pedaled away as fast i could.

I saw a sight marked by Archaeology Survey of India, and so walked to the beach. It looked like an elephant, part of some Pallava sculpture. Next to it was Tiger caves. It is beautifully maintained with green lawns and trees, most pleasing. I stretched myself under the tree shade, the cool post monsoon breeze from the ocean made it pleasant. A huge rock was cut into temple with shapes of tigers around. Whoever did it took hell lot of time and effort, and more than thousand years back he must have had rudimentary equipment, the fellow must have chiselled all his life.

As a lay down my thought went to the literature i was reading from Theosophical society the night before, about Annie Besant and so on. As much i like their intent and activities i am quite seriously put off by the talks on reincarnation and so on (i guess they could downplay it, it is rather spooky), i absolutely like to keep these matter in the realm of fiction, i love movies about reincarnations particularly Hindi one’s about snakes (there one in which Sunil Dutt acted, then Sridevi and so on), it is always great fun, not to mention Ramsay horror ‘classics’ that i always have time for. These mumbo jumbo about Karma-reincarnations- is elitist conception that is self justifying, they package it to west as exotic. Not denying that at deeper level it sought to unite all forms of life, as also being responsible for one's actions. It emphasis that each action is significant that can reverberate across time and space, was quite remarkable (ideas, thoughts and actions of great souls have lived through ages again and again while we read, discuss, think these...isn’t that enough evidence on karma-reincarnation? What more evidence you need? Unfortunately people take it rather literally). These thoughts have created nature of ethics and morality in our society. Must add ideas of reincarnations have percolated into common people and most do believe in them (there are instances i have read that are astounding on these matters). At a functional level these do help them to negotiate life, face calamities with calmer bearings but manipulations by elite is where the problem is, they cheapen it to crude forms of distinctions and so misery. Overall it got reduced to fatalism and caste.

Why is that everything-even the most beautiful- find crudest of expressions in Indian society is more a reflection of nature of elite. So what we have is few brilliants surrounded by overwhelming mediocre trying suck into it, there seem to be a system and pecking order in these too. Indeed they are always in vantage position to see who is emerging from where to capitalise, market has only institutionalised it-it has provided space for manipulations. Look at the socio-political elite, look at the way market find its expression, look how technology gets misused [Radia tapes are nothing, Crude woman’s life is also a minor glimpse. Sorry if i am digressing but discussing Crude woman only helps in understanding the situation, it gives insight to broader issues. This blogger even have doubts on authenticity of National awards, it’s about fixing the jury: very soon our friendly choreographer will find his way into jury at the most opportune moment!... since if you lack popularity route then get close to government and try to get control on ‘culture’ dole, create sphere of influence, manipulate. If Radia & Co where keen on who should become Telecom Minister then it is quite clear that the section that sucks in the name of Art and Culture must have worked on who should be I&B Minister] nothing but bunch of self serving scoundrels. The reason why everything is kept subjective by political elite is a clear indication of influence of manipulators. It has really eaten into the system.

A stray thought: I wonder why wonderful people like Whitaker never considered for Padma awards, i guess he need to contact some fixers in Delhi or maybe, and rightly so, like most remarkable people i have read and come across aren’t bothered about these awards. They are not into pecking order nor have time for manipulations. But it is a question mark on the competence of the people who give these awards.

I had slept for half an hour or so, found myself burning under the sun, the shade had shifted. A dog snoozed few feet away from me, he doesn’t seem to mind my presence after a short glance went back to his dream world. I try to wake him with an offer of imaginary food but he refuse to condescend. Soon i was heading to Mamallapuram, i saw stone statues and workers busy working on them as approached the town. Stopped at one place and the fellow explained that the form of statues he was sculpting- is referred to as karakku style, wherein the emphasis was on flow-the waves, the creepers. The pic is that of one from a typical shop i was passing by.

  

 Mamallapuram beckons

 By noon i was at Mamallapuram, also known as Mahabalipuram. A temple town famous for rock temples that were created by Pallava Dynasty who ruled this region around 7th century. Pallavas were mighty rulers and this region used to be an important port. Incidentally Bodhidharma the founder of Chan Buddhism which later became Zen Buddhism in Japan was most likely a Pallava prince.

I was looking for cheaper accommodation; the fellow quoted a higher price. I told him “that price is meant for people who carry dollar, you tell me the Indian price. I am not a rich man”. Well when it comes to money i am very straight in dealing, never be ambiguous on these matters is my policy. The man who was showing some respect shifted his attitude towards me, he turned condescending even mocking “ayo cyclil thaan vandriku”. I kept a straight face, he realised it’s not working. Instead of showing me the top floor rooms which were mostly occupied by foreigners, he took me to ground floor rooms that were dark and damp. Most rooms seemed to be occupied by couples looking for “quickie”, it is likely the fellow charged the room on hourly basis (atleast that’s what i eavesdropped). I absolutely have no problems with these but for godsake why put used condoms under the bedding (it sickens me). I generally carry my bedsheets and pillow cover-and a bottle of dettol, so i am quite equipped to handle these. Also carry mosquito mats, must say mosquitoes of Tamil Nadu are persistent lot that have even worked out the secret of repellents-it seems to have no effect. They were happily buzzing around my ears all through night, adeptly avoiding my attempts to smash them. The more I missed more I ended up slapping myself, once i was even startled out of sleep, for a moment i thought i was at school getting another tight one from the woman who called herself teacher and i staring at her navel all through the ordeal. Mosquitoes have made a nut of atleast one more man; it was reported in the news that a burglar was caught. Now you might think what is new about this? Well our man apart from stealing money and jewellery from the houses had a penchant for mosquito repellent. The fellow stole mosquito mats along with valuables from whichever house he burgled!! That was his undoing it made the job of cops relatively easy as he was linked to all the crimes where repellents went missing, he confessed. I am reminded of a scene from Rajnikant movie ‘Endhiran’ where mosquitoes were asked to apologise, it is no laughing matter.

Since it was happy mix of festive and foreign tourist season there were cultural programs organised, dancers from all over the country performed on the stage that was aesthetically done with rock carving of Arjuna’s penance as back ground. Saw this blond woman who i thought was enjoying the dance and song that she hit her thighs often, soon realised she was trying to keep the mosquitoes away. Geez it’s the mosquitoes again. Went for fish curry rice dinner, the restaurant turned out to be run by malayalee. Few foreigners turned up and explained that they want to see real Indian food, the one that was not served at posh hotel they were staying (it is called “experience”). The malayalee added many yah yahs while he spoke, the foreigners looked at the menu keenly and left without eating. The malayalee fellow was understandably furious and told another of his countryman “evidunna vanada evirekke. Chettagallu”. The other fellow said mockingly maybe they eat pig. When malayalees speak i find it difficult to keep quiet. I informed them that pig is referred to as ham. “Haammo” he laughed loudly, i found him still smiling as i was leaving.

Early next morning much before the sunrise i was at the rock temple, i wanted to take the picture of the temple with rising sun as background, after initial threat of clouds the pictures came out quite well. These temples were redone after it was damaged in cyclone decades back. Later cycled around the place and went to other temples. Many of the carvings are exquisite. The pair of antelopes at Arjuna’s penance impressed Mrs Indira Gandhi so much that it was put on currency notes, they are incredibly beautiful. What makes it charming is the way the creature is rubbing its nose, it is almost alive. The artisans were not only talented but had their sense of humour intact. On the bottom corner a replica of the way Arjuna was doing his penance was recreated except that this time instead of Arjuna it was full bellied cat surrounded by gullible rats. Beware of false saints being the message. The baby elephants are so very delicate. At one corner a saint was giving sermons to headless students, a woman asked the guide what happened to the heads. The fellow said it was ‘destroyed by Muslims’. I was shocked to hear this, the man was giving wrong information, that is not how it is. Atleast from what i know the saint cursed the students for their ignorance and wayward ways which as the story goes exploded their heads. There should be strict training for guides, unauthorised ones shouldn’t be allowed.

All these created on a rock was most amazing, what made it remarkable was the delicate and deft handling needed since if you give one wrong chisel everything could go wrong. Surely these artists spend their lifetime creating these beauties. These sculptors and temples are considered as early form of Dravidian art that was to blossom to its peak during the later Cholas. By noon i was observing Mahishasura mardana. A boy in late teens saw the bull headed human and said it is a matador, his elder brother said in an American accent “no man it’s a greek god”. Their parent laughed and his mother clarified in what sounded like alien Tamil “what da what you are talking these are Hindu gods. This is narasimha avatar da”. Their father was seen hugging and clutching the boys. It seemed like small happy family out for quality time. Happy family all right but their dimwit conversation got hold of me. I said rather loudly staring at the sculpt that it is mahishasura, “Narasimha means nara that is man, simha that is lion and i don’t see any lion here”. I couldn’t control my sarcasm, it came out of irritation, the family went silent and observed me keenly. I looked away and saw a Coucal sneaking across the bush and decided to pursue it.

Next day i was at Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary, there is no direct bus so you have to go to Chengalpetu (takes about an hour) and from there it is another hour, buses are not very frequent. Vedanthangal is the oldest bird sanctuary in the country, steps were taken as early as 1798- with much insistence from local community- and by 1858 it was fully established. Variety of water birds and storks could be seen on trees and bushes dotting the lake, visitors can walk about half a Km stretch, there is a watch tower with a binocular. It is difficult to take photographs though i did see lots of people carrying fancy cameras. It is a popular tourist spot for people from Chennai. Had to wait for the bus for an hour so, the boy at the shop was keen on my camera, and asked me how it works. I thought he was a precocious kid, observant and inquisitive but rarely smiled, he got me concerned that one.

Phase III : Towards Matrimandir

I started from Mamallapuram much before the sunrise, my destination was Marakkanam located at about 70Kms. intention being to cover the distance by noon and anchor for the night. Some search in the Net as also talking to people suggested possibilities of lodges at Marakkanam. Thought of going parallel to ECR along the backwaters but again ended up at a dead end, this time vowed to firmly stick to ECR from now on. Sadras had some colonial Dutch forts that I was keen to visit but somehow missed it and by the time realised it i was at Kalpakkam. Kalpakkam of course is the town that has Nuclear power plant, the fast breeder Nuclear reactor-the one that uses Thorium. Thorium is obtained from Monazite sand something that is found in abundance along the beaches of Kerala, specifically Kollam. A place i have spent some time when i was kid, I recall many decades back while i was walking along the coast of Kollam i had this black coloured sand sticking to my leg, i was told it is monazite sand from which thorium is extracted. This sand is also rich in ilmenite that contains Titanium. Much later while i was doing a project at Titanium Factory i saw these black sand being converted into talcum powder! It was an amazing experience. Incidentally studies along these coastal regions have not been able to establish any definite link between cancer and Monazite.

Track from Mamallapuram to Puducherry is quite popular among bikers and cyclists. A British couple overtook me (could make out from the accent as they wished me), they were in full cycle gear and customary helmet. The cycle must have cost a fortune, they had bags carefully balanced on back carrier. Their pedalling synchronised as if floating like a pair of cranes within moment they were out of my sight. As pleasing the sight maybe i wonder why couldn’t they use treadmill at home! I came across a shallow lake along the sea and saw some fishermen wade the knee deep water spreading their net, stopped to watch their catch. These lines from the poem The Coromandel Fishers by Sarojini Naidu (more about Sarojini Naidu at iseeebirds.blogspot.com)

Rise, brothers, rise! The wakening sky
pray to the morning light.
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore
and set our catamarans free,
To capture leaping wealth of the tide
for we are the kings of the sea!

Watching the catch by the fishermen returning from deep sea early morning is something i always do whenever i am around the coast, to see the variety of fishes and trying to identify, indeed i used to spend hours walking around the Chinese fishing nets in Fortkochi, every time they pulled the net i would be the first few to check out the fishes. Must say the catch have dwindled quite significantly in recent times. Since Chinese fishing nets are also a tourist attraction this blogger thinks that the government should extend help to these fishermen to maintain these nets. Indeed Kochi is known for Chinese nets, a gargantuan conception that was introduced by Chinese traveller ZhengHe in fifteenth century. ZhengHe is an interesting character, he was captured by Ming invaders when he was just eleven and made into eunuch, he rose to become the trusted aid of the emperor and was appointed to lead voyages. He is believed to have died along the Malabar Coast.

Along the way i saw atleast five snakes crushed under speeding vehicles, even an owl-that really was a surprise: how did that happen? It got me thinking. My conclusion was that the unfortunate bird might have broken its wing or got immobilised in some way and landed straight on the road most likely at night. Another theory was the bird was already dead while it landed on the road since even with broken wing it would have struggled away. Sight of crows pecking the crushed mass was gruesome. The route was mostly isolated with occasional vehicles, the morning after a major festival is generally rather quieter this has been my experience all these years. And yesterday was Pongal festival, one of the most auspicious day for tamilians. Forgot to mention that just outside Mamallapuram i came across a village that proclaimed itself as “Sweety and Lovely village” in English, must be expressing their disappointment and showing that they aren’t behind compared to a nearby village that was declared as ‘tourist village’ and so foreign tourists were herded to experience the countryside. During pongal there were big celebrations specifically meant for foreigners. Some years back i happen to attend one near Madurai.

Few children waved one boy asked “what is your name?” in English, i found that question puzzling. Why would a kid like to know my name? Then tried to put myself in the kid’s shoes and presto the revelation: he was trying to work out his English (most likely he mistook me as some elite guy who generally converse in english). I would do the same at that age!! Much further I realised i had a puncture, fortunately for me a village was nearby. The repair shop also sold framed pictures of god. There were too many of them in varying size hanging the shack. The old man took his job seriously and with his thin dextrous fingers repaired it in few minutes. It seemed he was affected by hundreds of eyes staring from the frames. I accosted a man “which village was this?” though i was at an audible distance he preferred to shout back “Kuvathur”, ironic since kuv means shout!! Soon i was back on the main road, a gang of bikers sped at a very high speed later followed by thundering of dozen bullet bikes. Quite a sight that one, bullet bikes always remind me of my childhood when during army celebration a must show was acrobats on these bikes by ‘uncles from signals’, I recall a boy whose father was a member of this team, he used to be very proud and boast about his father being more powerful than hanuman! It is only when you are travelling in cycle you realise how fast these vehicles are and how marvellous these inventions. How much convenient they have made our life. The IC engines, the Carnot cycle-the PV and TS diagrams, the adiabatic compressions and isothermal expansions, i had mugged up these so many times before exams without realising their significance. It is now I realise how beautiful these theories are. What amazing conceptions, it is humbling.

I stopped to have many tender coconuts along the way and skipped the breakfast. Kanchipuram district is demarcated from Villipuram by a lake that extend to the ocean, as soon as you cross this lake the terrain changes to shrubby and hotter. It’s a region marked by sparse vegetations and isolated stretches, that it was mid noon added to the discomfort. Soon i realised i am not enjoying the ride and was getting annoyed. People do put themselves in discomforting situation voluntarily, i was thinking of stampede deaths at Shabrimala the day before. But people do it for gratification from god or later gains mine didn’t seem to be falling into any category, that got me concerned. Actions need to have justification is it not? But i guess these never occurred to me, and sometimes create uniquely difficult situations for myself. I have been in such situation many times before! As i was thinking these i saw acres and acres of land stretched on one side of the road that were filled with shallow water, it shimmered in noon sun and could make out few men at work, about half an hour later i was in their vicinity. I approached them on foot. They were making salt, there are few ways to manufacture salt this one was by drying sea water. The man (forgot his name) said that their work was similar to farmers “farmer produce vegetable we produce salt. But there is a difference farmer need rain, for us rain is catastrophe” (translated from Tamil). This one cultivation that needs harsh sun and no rain! Even now what is supposed to be winter the temperature was more than 35*C, in summer i am told it reaches about 50. My god what a tough job. Incidentally India is the third largest producer of salt, bulk of which is from Gujarat. This process of salt production is also referred to as ‘solar salt’ and is being practised from ancient times.

Marakkanam was about five Kms away, unfortunately for me there weren’t any place to stay. There is a government guest house that wasn’t open to public. I decided to cool myself and sat next to a shop and had ‘colour’-sweet carbonated drink that cost 5R. Found myself conversing with a man, as i talked to him i came to know that he too worked in salt pit. His name was Pakri and seemed to have come in terms with his harsh realities. He said he gets 180R per day. For a gruelling days work under the harsh sun this was too paltry. He said he doesn’t have any choices furthermore his expense are also less so manages it quite well. He was fascinated by my camera, and was excited about pictures of birds and could identify most of them in Tamil. That i thought was remarkable. I spent about an hour talking about odd things mostly he was keen to know what i do, he seemed to have an open mind about things. He thought keralaites are adventurous lot-well i have reservation on that. As i was leaving he told me to “travel a lot that is best thing to do”. Suddenly i realised how immensely lucky i was. There weren’t too many eateries around and those present were all closed except a small one next to the highway, hygiene was a concern but what the heck i was famished and could eat a truck. Food was really bad, couldn’t manage and decided to give up. But since people were found enjoying the food and i had already become an oddity i decided to pretend i am eating all the while dropped it to a rather excited dog under the table.

Puducherry was still about 30Kms away. I must mention that much before Marakkanam there is a small town that has moghul fort, i guess it is till here that Moghul rule extended, most likely led by Malik Kafur- a hindu convert. Someone mentioned that next to the fort there was a place to stay, so took a diversion for about three Km and found that it was a well furnished house and they only rent to actors and ‘famous people’ who come for shooting. Since i wasn’t both i cannot have it, anyway there wasn’t any need for them to mention all these the lodging was beyond my budget. But the best part was i found a small rather cozy alley surrounded by trees and shrubs. I sat under a tree for some time, and tried to take pictures of a very shy brown barbet. Further down some children were playing cricket under hot sun and it seems were short of a player, they insisted i should join. Found that extremely amusing, any other day i would have joined but this was getting bit sultry and i had to reach Puducherry or will be stranded on the highway that i realised didn’t have street lights. All through the route saw umpteen number of one room churches, being Sunday the mass was in full swing-louder the better being the motto.

Two mosques stood facing each other and the road went through it, followed by rows of double storey houses that were painted in bright colours. The toll roads exempt cycles, there was a mention of need for creating eco friendly surroundings. But must say highways aren’t traveller friendly at all, they seem meant only for fast moving vehicles. There isn’t any space for stopping; many accidents are reported as people park their vehicle on sideways or if there is a breakdown. I was watching this TV programs on car chase videos the other day (the one where cops chase over speeding or stolen vehicles and then pass it as entertainment for TV audience...it’s a cottage industry in US) and found that there is something called ‘service lane’. If not service lane atleast some space for people to park and stretch themselves. Few centuries back roads were sensitive to the needs of travellers there were trees to provide shade, sheds to relax. With increasing speeds of vehicles- that reduces surroundings as objects, highways have become impersonal. I happen to see many families stop their car to spread out for lunch and so on, wherever they could find space. Car manufactures are smarter lot but don’t know whether they have thought of introducing some design innovation to include converting the rear part into table and so on! It isn’t a funny matter many families use car (the lower end smaller ones) for travelling and picnic. Saw few middle aged men drinking liquor inside the car. I don’t believe these people, why would anyone drink and drive knowing fully well that their chance of survivalability is rather low. I do drink once in a while maybe on Saturdays that too very occasionally- a peg or two, but not very keen on these matter. I think most people don’t like these things in the first instance it’s the company you keep. I have tried all that could be tried...even drugs and found absolutely no fun, it’s quite dumb these things. Though i strongly suggest brandy with pepper in hot water for any ailment. It works miracles, don’t waste your money on doctors. Red wine and kerala Kallu (with kappa meen) top my list.

On the way i saw posters of politicians, i guess Tamil Nadu is warming up to forthcoming elections much earnestly. Mr. Chidambaram’s face in many of the posters made me smile, he looked a cross between amul baby and hema malini with ominously coloured blood red lips and an extra dose of mascara, the effect was hilarious. Don’t know how much will these influence voters!

By about five i was at Puducherry and had cycled almost 100Kms, something didn’t intend to. Auroville is like a home to me, this being tourist season i didn’t go to the ashram cottages expecting it to be full. After a quick bath went out for fish and rice curry. I need to mention here a thing or two about fish curry. For last many years i have been not exactly ‘Following Fish’ but yes Fish curry!! I have become quite an expert. Fried fish in potato gravy of Bengal, a rather pungent tasty mustard paste based fish curry of Orissa, tamarind flavoured succulent fish along Telangana, a simple coconut milk laced Mangalorean fare, spicy Kudumpulli fish curry of Travancore as also Raw mango flavoured ones of Kochi, fish moilees along kottayam, peppery Chettinadu fish curry, tomato fenugreek seeds filled kuzhambu fish curries of Chennai-a kind of thickened rasam, Goan style fish floating in thick tomato gravy.... have tasted all. Only area left is coastal Maharashtra-the Ratnagiri side. Don’t know whether coastal Gujarat is known for fish delicacies. Though i avoid fishes when i am in the interior part of the country nor prefer river fish neither fish fries but yes i do recommend Amritsari fish fry-it’s quite chatpata, as also fish fingers from carts of Pondicherry streets! And yes I also strongly recommend parsi Patra fish-steamed in green chutney, i do try to work it out in my kitchen once in a while. Fish is a serious part of my diet, and do spend a fortune. Though i prefer Pearl spot (karimeen) and Salmon, Sardine and Tuna are cheap and best. When housewives in small towns of Kerala meet they don’t ask how are you they ask what was the fish today!!

Despite strong presence of French for centuries fish curry around Puducherry has not even the trace of the much famous French culinary influence. Clearly people don’t like their food bland there are limits of accepting things and when it comes to food the lines are clear. I was reading “Following Fish” there is a mention on these lines about fish curries around the town of Tuticudi (Tuticorin) that once was a Portuguese colony “Puzzlingly, throughout the Portuguese presence on this stretch of Tamil nadu, its cuisine remained as untouched as its religion stood transformed. I came across no Portuguese influences in my meals in Tuticorin and its neighbouring villages, but, thinking, I’d missed something or simply eaten in all the wrong places, i later sought the wisdom of Jacob Aruni, a food consultant and researcher in Chennai. ‘its true, and it’s a mystery,’ Aruni said. ‘In Goa, for instance, the use of cinnamon, garlic and wine in food caught on from Portuguese. But in the coastal area around Tuticorin, they still use salt, tamarind and coconut more dominantly-the ingredients they were using even before the Portuguese arrived.’”. I think there cannot be two views on this: curry should be spicy, and is meant to blast in your mouth and open up senses. That is food and it better be that way. Europeans can take a break.

Samanth Subramanian-the author of the book, must say hardly a name i would associate with someone writing about fishes! But yes it is a well written book and I strongly suggest. Though lines like “we were not in Kansas anymore” seemed to be meant deliberately for international audience, obviously I cannot be against these but just couldn’t get the joke. I have seen enough western movies to understand “last chance saloon”, thought it was quite hilarious and apt description of toddy shops around Kumrakum, some are in middle of paddy field. There though is a correction needed: Kokum is not same Kudampuli, there is a mistake here. Even reputed recipe books tend to make this mistake, i think it is time to clear this once forever. Kudampuli or Malabar Tamarind also called Gambooge in English (Garcinia cambogia) is a small round orange like fruit that when dried becomes dark. These are used in ayurveda quite extensively. For culinary purpose except for keralites these find favor with Coorgis (where it is referred to as Kachampuli), and nowhere else as of my knowledge. While Kokum (Garcinia Indica) is obtained from a fruit tree endemic to Western Ghats, the outer cover of the fruit when dried is referred to as Kokum. They too have wide medicinal and cosmetic use. They are popular as drinks-a darkish red colored sweetened in water, also used as substitute for tamarind in Konkan –Maharashtra even Gujarat region. I guess it is also used in Rogan Josh from Kashmiri wazwan. Kokum and Kudampuli therefore are NOT same and cannot even substitute each other (ask me i made that mistake once while in delhi where getting Kudampuli was a task). They don’t look similar, the texture smell are world apart. Kokum gives a sour taste and exudes red color when put in water, while Kudampuli is acidic and much bitter gives faint brown color.

Puducherry beach is a pleasing place to be in, towards the south part of the beach the French influence is apparent and posh while the other part buzzing with life. I recommend fish curry rice at Aristos, though the service is bit tardy and chaotic the food-fish curry rice- is tasty and filling. Better would be to get it parceled since the place does get crowded, eating in relaxed ambience is what i prefer but rarely get the opportunity. It is sad to note that Indian Coffee House has closed down and moved to much smaller basement.

Next day i was up and cycling Auroville, the auroville bakery is my favourite, had raisin croissant and mug of hot coffee. Auroville is an agreeable place, started in 1968 as a settlement- a universal town, where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony, above all creeds, politics and nationalities. Founded by Mirra Alfassa (since referred to as The Mother) as a project of Aurobindo society, the ideals endorsed by Government of India as also UNESCO. Mother gave Auroville its 4-point charter setting forth her vision of Integral living:

1. Auroville belongs to nobody in particular. Auroville belongs to humanity as a whole. But to live in Auroville, one must be the willing servitor of the Divine Consciousness.
2. Auroville will be the place of an unending education, of constant progress, and a youth that never ages.
3. Auroville wants to be the bridge between the past and the future. Taking advantage of all discoveries from without and from within, Auroville will boldly spring towards future realisations.
4. Auroville will be a site of material and spiritual researches for a living embodiment of an actual Human Unity.

Miira Alfassa or Mother (1878-1973) was born in Paris. She came to Puducherry and founded Aurobindo ashram (Aurobindo was an interesting man, a revolutionary who turned into spiritualism...more about him in iseeebirds.blogspot.com), she was immensely respected by people around. I went to Matrimandir (Mother’s Temple), soil from 124 countries are placed in lotus shaped urn here. It is a place meant for mediation. Sat for few minutes. That officially ended my journey. Though it was meant to be from Chennai to Puducherry but somehow became Banyan tree at Theosophical society to Matrimandir at Auroville. It connected Annie Besant and Miira Alfassa, two remarkable European women who chose to settle in India. If I had cycled further towards Tutikudi i wonder what else i would have discovered...maybe some other time.
I leave with these words from The Mother that i read at the reception

A dream
There should be
somewhere on earth
a place which no nation
could claim as its own,
where all human beings
of good will who have
a sincere aspiration,
could live freely as
citizens of the world and
obey one single authority,
that of supreme truth;
a place of peace
concord and harmony...

vote for PNILT

Once a 13 acre pristine lake, the Puttenahalli Lake in J.P. Nagar, Bangalore shrunk and became a marshy garbage dump due to exploitation and neglect.  Starting in 2008, nearby residents campaigned to save the lake. It took them a while but they finally got the municipality (Bruhat Bengaluru Mahanagara Palike - BBMP) to restore the lake in 2010-11. Puttenahalli Neighbourhood Lake Improvement Trust (PNLIT) was formed in June 2010 with Usha Rajagopalan (a writer), Arathi Manay (a market researcher), Prasanna K. Vynatheya (a software architect) and O.P. Ramaswamy (a chartered engineer) as the first trustees. In May 2011, PNLIT was formally given charge by the BBMP to maintain Puttenahalli Lake. This is the first instance of a citizens' Trust being given a lake for nurturing. The nurturing project is for a period of 3 years (May 2011-2014).

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24x7 activism is diminishing the idea of India

It’s good that pressure groups are there. It’s amazing that free media is present. It’s also interesting that debates are happening. But the demand of minute by minute coverage is taking its toll. 24x7 activism is becoming unhelpful and counterproductive. You cannot pressurise the government or the parliament on a daily basis. Unfortunately the posturing and choice of words is making positions of interest groups rigid. Also lost in the melee is the cause to contain corruption. A powerful lokpal is in nobody’s interest. The need of the hour is an effective ombudsman that complements and strengthens the function of other institutions. It’s unfortunate that instead of discussing the intricacies of the issue in a positive and constructive manner, it is reduced to warring groups; it’s become a fight of egos and protecting one’s turf. It is finally the sound bite/image for the moment that seem to matter.

It's winter time

I was reading about temperature dipping in north India, particularly in places like Mt Abu, the weather forecasters too were confirming that winter has set in. Even migrating birds were seen flocking the southern peninsula, but me was a skeptic I needed much firm indicators ….and then Amartya Sen landed. Geeeez it really is winter. What will us billion mortals be without these winter visits by saviors!!! Thank you sirji  

Adieu to enchanting world of Mario Miranda...

Why this policy kolaveri?

A politician is necessarily a communicator. At this critical phase in our society’s development it is getting amply clear that our top policy makers seriously lack the skill of communication. At every step they seem to falter. Politician has to be honest in persuasion. They need to be humble. The present leaders in Congress seem to be lacking in significant ways. Economist as a PM doesn’t seem to be working, add to the fact that he is coming out as amazingly insensitive. If Congress is the main governing party in the coalition then they should take the responsibility.  If Rahul Gandhi is the reason for Congress’s performance in last general election then he should stand up and take control. This backdoor thing is going horribly wrong. Rahul Gandhi needs to take the responsibility of the government; we would like him to show his caliber in responsible position rather than some ‘side show’ (if they are serious about UP, then he should have stayed there for a year or so. It seems they don’t want to expose him too much but still they want to use him). One wonders these sacrifices are for what? Manmohan Singh maybe a nice man but surely is a disastrous politician. The policy paralysis can be traced to lack of skills that is required from an astute politician. He needs to go at the earliest. Get in new people kick start policy making with honest persuasive younger leaders (one was under impression that age may not be a factor but last year or two it has become clear that generation gap is getting rather acute, nor are elder leaders carrying any nuanced truth). It’s unfortunate but people have become quite skeptic of this drama that is unfolding on daily basis. Don’t know whether Congress Party realizes this: Rahul Gandhi is losing his freshness (and hope) at an alarming rate. It’s slipping away.

DOW CHEMICALS HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH BHOPAL TRAGEDY. DOW CHEMICALS CANNOT TAKE ASSETS OF UNION CARBIDE AND NO LIABILITY. NOR CAN A COMPANY VANISH INTO THIN AIR. DOW CHEMICAL IS RESPONSIBLE. VERY MUCH RESPONSIBLE. SHAME ON OLYMPIC ORGANIZING COMMITTEE. SHAME ON UNITED KINGDOM.   

I liked Dev Anand

What a guy!! This is not passing of an era but eras. His movies were quite a treat. I thought he was really a superstar, and I personally was enamored by his choice of caps. The swagger and rather exaggerated (one may call it trademark) style was fun to watch. Wholesome entertainment indeed, how much I love these. 

I recall reading some sarcastic comments by RK Narayan in his essays, though I liked his charming fiction work, I frankly thought his views on issues were regrettable and suffered from what I will call ‘Ram’s clan arrogance’ . Indeed ‘Guide’ is one of the better movies and it’s a tribute to greatness of Dev Anand. 

Popular movies are part of collective memory, and define our society in many ways. These are important reference points. And when actors like say Amir Khan or Naseerudin Shah are ready to work without even reading the script or just be part of it, speaks of nuances and fabric that defines our society, that maybe ridiculed by west (or those who are trying to copy them…I am told it’s a new wave happening!) . This blogger thinks there is ample space for movies that doesn’t need any script!! 

On a personal note: few years back I was in Kolkata, a regrettable hotel room with pathetic toilet. I had just landed in the city and raring to go out and walk around the lanes and explore the place (walking around without any specific purpose is the greatest fun, new place makes it exhilarating). It started to drizzle and I sat in the room quite upset with creeping exhaustion. While flipping TV I came across Dev Anand movie…boy wasn’t I happy. 

Ban Dow Chemicals from Olympics

Its height of irresponsibility that smacks of blatant disregard for human lives in poorer societies that Dow Chemicals is being tolerated like this. This blogger finds this hypocrisy not only obnoxious but beyond comprehension. Dow Chemicals attempts to gain credibility through mega events like Olympics despite horrific 27 years for the victims is a ludicrous attempt and the bluff should be called at the earliest. International Olympic President Jacques Rogge needs to answer. British government should decide whether the London Olympics should be marred by this issue. Sport and sportsperson shouldn’t suffer for the greed of the organisers.

Dow Chemicals is a blacklisted company and shouldn’t have anything to do with sports, or for that matter  with civilized world unless it takes the responsibility of Bhopal Tragedy, pay adequate compensation and clean up the place...

Shame on Dow Chemical. Shame on London Olympic organizers.

at a crucial cross road in Durban...

Deja vu at Tahrir Square

powerful entrenched elite try to scuttle the voice of people. Must say Egyptians are amazing people...  

Condolence: Bhupen Hazarika was a colossal figure, an institution into himself. Probably one of the very few people from North east who had a pan Indian appeal.

Blistering barnacles….Tintin is here!!

What a wonderful movie this one could be. I surely will be seeing this one. I recall we used to fight for tintin in the library. Wait for someone to return the book; conspire to get, hide under rack so as to read it again. Tintin is a visual treat (same holds with Astreix). Now that they have made it into a movie the expectations are high. I gather there is no Prof. Calculus in the animated version…geez what a letdown. Wonder how they will create that inimical change of expressions on Captain…as he comes out of the stupor. Then we have Snowy getting drunk, not to forget Thompson cousins. This is really quite exciting!!!

We are very glad to hear from you Mr. Markandey Katju

“...all this is largely ignored by our media which turns a Nelson’s eye to the harsh economic realities facing upto 80 per cent of our people, and instead concentrates on some Potempkin villages where all is glamour and show biz. Our media is largely like Queen Marie Autoinette, who when told that the people have no bread, said that they could eat cake”

This just one of the paragraph from Justice Katju Chairman, Press Council of India.

Aren’t we so very glad to hear from him? What makes it much charming is that he holds an important position. Though this blogger wouldn’t go for generalization but yes (and that is a resounding yes) Indian media is overwhelmingly mediocre. And one Delhi based media group (HT i guess) had the temerity to pass it on to “vernacular” media. Maybe she should spend some time to watch Malayalam media, the discussion herein are far better and nuanced that probably her market blinkered eyes ever noticed.  Anyway Delhi based demagogues (moon walking as celebrities) are known to have national (in most case international) aspiration. They have a strange affliction of ‘representing India’, it’s intellectual version of trade fair in pragathi maidan.

It goes without saying that Indian media in most cases (with very rare exception…and its getting rarer) is blatantly crass and self serving. They lack understanding or contexts of serious issues, its fly by night operation…I don’t want waste my time explaining but yes this blogger fully agree to what Mr. Katju has said. It’s high time these neo-brahmins are put in place. There is very urgent need for laws on privacy, slander or manufactured news.  Indeed popular people themselves are fair game and news are created by small timers (likes of Crude Woman & her fixers – though high on freedom of expression, I am aware their ilk expertise in creating fake news to be in the news at others expense, its called competition. in reality these are manipulations of crony capitalism), particular in this case is Bachchan family. While on the sideline a coterie pretends as protector of culture (some amazingly mediocre people), the fact is these self appointed guardians are worst offenders and given a chance they can do severe damage, they are hanging in the sidelines for big lick, that’s all. Values are ruse.

The problem here seems to be that the Indian society’s framework of morality is rather weak. This is because the  so called Brahmins were on the helm for more than 5000years and they created amazingly crude system defined by self serving logic. Morals and values were subservient to their selfishness. You will note that theoretically they had answers to almost anything and everything. Their world views were generally grand (and in some case rather valuable, I do admire some aspects of it). This grandness hid the immediate poverty of conscience and compassion (Buddhism sought to mitigate this gap). This is the framework of morality/ethics they created and perpetuated, and so the latter claimants to power/elite section tried to emulate/follow this regression (some even audacious to call it sanskritisation, it’s unfortunate …Sanskrit is a beautiful word that is misused by boys with fancy ideas on world). There are umpteen examples of kings and nobles trying to see themselves as closer to god thus gain acceptance and so on. This manipulative behavior became the reference point for social mobility. 

This thousands of year old framework is what we inherited, so its very much expected that the neo-brahmanism finds its expression in modern India. Media -the new center of power (indeed many in the top of this field are actual inheritors, so no pretensions!!) is an excellent instance. The fact that they propose to consider themselves beyond any criticism or law, and as is the tradition, gang around to curse anyone who questions. They have positioned themselves as our benevolent guardian; it’s our fault to criticize them. Indeed we are told to be grateful. We are sinning against values of freedom and liberty if we question neo brahmins. It’s another of the old brahmin spin we have inherited.

Add to this the crass world of market. Where every action and inaction is justified with money. We have  ready made script  for Indian media. Since India has more population –meaning more lick -this becomes rather severe.

Justice Katju has a view on “introspection by media”, this blogger differs rather significantly. Whether this bunch does some introspect or not, we are not particularly bothered, but yes there should be strict laws against any transgression of people’s right and should be severely dealt. Get this straight in market driven world nobody is doing any savior’s work, these grand positioning cannot be substitute for laws that punish the guilty and those who are criminally negligent, that definitely includes media. Neo-brahmanical ploy will not work.                                   

G20 Meet and a fairytale…

There was once upon a time happy rich family who kept slaves. The slaves were told every day about how fortunate they are with so much freedom and stability in their life. The slaves could go out to see and watch. They saw the glamour and glitter, and felt blessed being in such presence. They were also given vision of fairytale future. They also learned to aspire. The slaves believed they were part of masters’ life, the more masters acquired more they felt they are developing and that their life holds much meaning. Though they worked more and created more the masters gained from their enterprise. In the meantime the masters lived an avaricious life, they partied and passed new thoughts and judgments on freedom and liberty. They also lived much beyond their means, as their lifestyle demanded such minor transgressions. So a day came when they were in serious debt. Since the slaves lives were dependent on masters’ fortune they were asked to tighten up, the slaves were to lose their salary and savings as the masters went in for austerity cut. That wasn’t enough for the masters, since their debt was too large, he called the slaves one evening after dinner and told them that they should save them. If you don’t save us you will suffer, said the masters wiping leftover food from their mouth. They asked slaves to sell their belongings so that they, the masters, can survive. Since if masters cannot survive what will happen to the slaves....

Someone may please complete the story. You could take hints and leads from speeches that will be made in Cannes!! 

Yes to OWS

There are billions of people around the world, like this blogger, who may not be coming out to protest against the way things are run but our heart and soul are with the protestors. We are joined against a skewed system that is self sustaining for few at the expense of hardworking and honest billions. Against people who subvert democracy and manipulate people’s voice. It's a protest against greed and irresponsible conduct of few that is bleeding the earth and people. Occupy Wall Street is a remarkable effort and this blogger is exceedingly glad that this is happening and spreading. More power to such protests.

World’s shame is now India’s

It’s another of decadent western way of life (I don’t have the intention nor inclination to find out but these must have most likely originated in US of A) that was introduced to the world and now finds its way into India. They have already classified it as a sport. This disgusting event has no place in civilized society. A wasteful event that leaves a significant carbon footprint, those who enjoy these must be referred to asylum. I have seen ‘amazing videos’ wherein Americans go for events like these-one in case is where huge vehicles crush other vehicles- as part of family outing. These are crucial family value moments. Irresponsible behavior also is good for consumerism, which in turn runs the economy. Please let there be recession god!!

Car racing are big carbon conglomerate sponsored events. It’s about money. It’s blood money. It’s the money from the oil for which they are fighting and killing people. The fuel for which environment is severely threatened. It runs on the fuel that most people try hard to save every day. By organizing these events they are laughing on people. Big money has also seen to it that these ugly events are seen as respectable. Some even give it a spin of making India proud. It is also to be noticed that market sponsored ‘sports’ are moving away from common people - they are sought to be reduced as spectators. Spectators who are consumers, spectators who can never ever dream to even come anywhere near these, forget competing –the babalog are back as sportsmen! It’s not a sport it’s a joke. Its joke on sanity.

Of course Indian market media has gone in a stampede to promote this nonsense. Blatant degradation will now have to be balanced with sober words on corruption and yes ever present threat on secularism and freedom of expression, brownie point scoring issues for halo of concern. The fact is all these are connected. Ethics is not contextual and money doesn’t change it. For instance (I was reading) if Hindu right wing is protesting against Ramanajum’s Ramayana it is because it serves their purpose. It is their brownie point. As much as promoting degrading events serve the life style expectations of many in cities, the market right wing. What is sickening is that Buddha’s name is used, it’s worst than ‘Buddha is smiling’ that nuclear Brahmins invoked.

Tailpiece: a Minister who uses filthy language against a senior politician has no right to continue in the post. He should be removed at the earliest. This is a new low in Kerala politics. Very sad indeed.