Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Green Route Trek adventure

After a long time I am back on my blog E-jotting my experiences on the adventures trek I had last week end – “ Sakleshpura Rail Trek”, also known as “Green Route root trek” included suprises, slippery and scary bridges, pitch dark tunnels with insects and bats, green forest all around, view of the western ghats, lots of streams and waterfalls.
The journey started from Bangalore @ 10:30 PM on Friday, a group of 9 enthusiastic trekkers. From 11PM to 1:30PM the TT was filled with songs and dance until one of my friend screamed out of fear, we all turned and fell dumb stuck – our TT driver was leaning to the door and sleeping and the TT was running at a speed of 55 to 60 . Then started the actual fun, to keep the driver awake we had sit next to him sing songs, ask him to sing songs, asked about his family, life etc… it was so in detail that I started wondering if I ever knew so much myself. At 5 finally asked him to stop at a place and all of us slept till 6 AM. We reached sakleshpura at 7:30, freshened up. Our starting point for trek was 12 kms away from sakleshpura which we reached at 8:45. There was a small hut, the lady in the hut casually warned us about the wild elephants and tigers and it scared half of our group who remained with scary looks at the forest for the rest of the journey.
“Donigal” our starting point was filled with mist even at 9 in the morning . First 2 kms was plain and then we hit the first bridge, as we began to cross the bridge we realized the challenges ahead. But until much later, we wouldn't know that it'd get only tougher and tougher from there on! As we reached the second bridge there was small torrential river below with a hut on the bank… we walked down to the river freshened up a little… filled our stomachs with Omlets and upittu made by people in the hut. Resumed the journey after a 45 min break, as we continued we started encountering longer bridges… worst part was the morning snow had made the planks slippery.
There was no support to hold on both sides of the bridges(except for few long bridges which had safe points here and there to stand when a train comes). The scary part here is you never know when a train comes! There are no timings for goods trains… so when a train comes you will have to run back from the bridge to save your life. A train running at 30 km/hr behind you and you running on the slippery planks!! Sounds exciting?
We kept passing pitch dark tunnels and bridges with wonderful view of the forest, Western Ghats or a stream flowing. Then came the best part: bridge 20… this one is the longest (275 mts) and the tallest (atleast 350 ft deep), as if that was not enough, iron strip between the rails was missing at some of the most crucial points.A wrong step would directly take u to the bottom of the gorge.

To make the matter worse there was the deafening sound of the stream below to shake away the crucial confidence that might have left in you. I and another friend crossed 80% of the bridge when a trolley came on the opposite side, the guy on the trolley was not ready to allows us to step on the trolley and cross it. There was one safe standing point between us and them. There were 4 rods connecting the safe point to the bride and it had one old cement slab to stand which looked to break the moment I step on it.So we had 2 options one go back or cross to the safe point. You hav to place 2 steps on the rods before you can reach the slab, the gap between the rods was so much that I was sure 1 ½ times of me would fit in easily. With all difficulty I crossed, and helped my friend.I was back on the bridge, my friend held my hand and placed his foot on the rod when he moved his body a little…water bottle in the bag side pocket slipped and fell between the rods, watching the water bottle for next 6 sec was the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life… I could feel the fear all over my body, the scary look on my friend’s face and his shivering hand. We finally managed to be back on the bridge. Then found a way to go down the stream had a bath, njoyed for another hour. The water was so freezing cold and current was pulling us away. Finally after crossing 18 tunnels (587 mts being the longest) and more than 20 bridges we reached “Yedukumeri” at 6:30.
The station had no power supply, no communication system to other stations, no mobile connectivity. There was only one bulb in the station masters room which runs on generator. It was very dark and we could see moon on the horizon.
And most important of all I saw the best starlit sky I had ever seen. We could make out the outline of mountain ranges backed with a beautiful dark sky. Our plan was to trek 6 kms through forest in the morning to reach the NH-48 where our TT would be awaiting us, but it had to change after we got to know that the route was blocked due to landslides and elephants. The station master told that there is a passenger train to subramania in the morning at 4, we decided to catch that train, visit the kukke subramania temple. Reached subramania at 6 freshened up in a hotel room. My dharshan was done in 15 min after which at 10:30 we started to sakleshpura to get our TT, in a KSRTC bus. After 20 kms the bus got a break down, we caught another bus, stood all the way till sakleshpura.



Wednesday, August 27, 2008

My Companion

This is my first try in putting words together to explain a journey with a companion who has taken me in to different colors and shades… painting my heart with experiences that keeps adding. My journey with him started 25 years ago, which I desire to continue long from now ... his name is “life”…I like to start with a principle that my dad taught me which I carry with me all life.

“If you can, make people around you happy. But if you can’t, then restrain yourself from causing pain at least … because you don’t desire to be remembered by others for making them feel bad”

You showed me the color of love through family and friends,
You taught me the splendor of smile and dreadfulness of anger and hatred,
You made me taste sweetness of victory and bitterness in failure,
When my loved ones walked out, u said the way ahead brings in more - save this space,
You taught me to differentiate people when few broke my trust,
You have let many people walk through me, few leaving there marks forever and few who will always walk with us,

I know you have more in store for rest of our journey … and I await it ...

Monday, August 4, 2008

Mission Bajji and Pakoda

All thanks to my organization for conducting a training session post lunch, which enabled me to reach home an hour early than my usual time… the rain gods blessed all the way with a drizzle which soaked me and made the ride a memorable one. I sat before the tv with windows open, through which the rain slashing the walls sprinkled on my face… everything was going well until the moment my agitated mouth started sending signals to my mind ordering for pakoda and chilli bajji. I called up my pal (who is in reachable distance) and requested to make some pakoda for me… and the answer was as usual “Dhobey!!!” (GET OUT!). Then a thought struck me why cant I make it myself as I had all the time and resource … there it started “Mission Pakoda …”(let the MI music play in ur brains)

Confirming the powder that is used to prepare the bajji, I took the required powder and mixed salt and water making a guess on the quantities required. Slowly but steadily I ended up making a right proposition of all. First it was turn to make chilli bajjis, By slicing the chillis in middle i stirred them in the paste. With frying spoon in one hand and the soaked chilli in another I started dropping them in to boiling oil … then a question popped in my head when do I know it’s cooked?? The answer was “Don’t know!!!” then based on my intuition (which is rusted cos I rarely use it) I decided to go with the color the bajji changes to. When the color of the bajji was nearly matching to the ones that I eat outside I picked them out… after being done with the bajji’s i turned my focus to onion pakoda … thanks to pal who gave an idea on how to make it. After blending the sliced onions I started to cook the pakoda. After a hour long effort there it was in my hands the onion pakoda and the chilli bajji … Mission accomplished… or so I thought!


As no mission is accomplished with out issues, I too had two
First – I ended up ruining my kitchen with the paste all over, which took one and half hours to clean upL.
Second – “My intuition” – I ended up with half boiled chilli bajji’s like half boiled eggs Cooked external and raw internal … I should have realized that my intuition has gone to bins long time back and I m not supposed to use any.
To add to this, I shared the spoils of the mission with my pal whom I can call expert in these stuff (compared to me that is) and ended up with ear warming reviews …
Anyways the mission statement was “Make pakoda and chilli bajji” and not “make eatable pakoda and chilli bajji” – So I told myself “u have succeeded – change the mission statement next time and NEVER listen to ur so called intuition !!!”