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From the deserted station, we began tracing steps to the as yet unknown Murudeswaram temple. Basically, we have to complete our journey with a meager 1400 rupees and could not afford to take an auto to reach our destination which as we understood was 2 kms away. So we stood in wait for a bus not even knowing what the boards in Kannada read.

And their started the rain, lashing its wing all over us nearly wetting us wholly. We boarded the first bus that came after exchanging some sign languages with driver and conductor who did not know what 'temple' meant. So had our breakfast and started to walk to the temple trying to find any malayalee who could help us in our journey.

The magnificent site jostled our eyes. The high reaching gopuram of the temple stood too high above us and sea waves splashing water over us. It was a temple situated actually into the sea. But we have not yet seen the site of a life time. The grand big statue of Lord Shiva, which as we heard is the largest of his in the world. And we were just a few big ants before it. Leaving behind the crawlers aka Ajith and Ajay, we moved to the temple and saw through the beautiful statues that stood around us. Meanwhile not forgetting our friend: rain, who was periodically pulsating over our heads making us worry whether or not to open our umbrellas. And once you opened the umbrella cloth gets overturned with the winds.

The sea was bursting like a demon over the pillars of a hotel that stood into the sea. And you know we found Bow Bows friends there and that too in flocks and flocks.
Trying to get away from the rain we stood under the shade and within minutes a security guard began to wave lathi at us and we ran into the unending rain.

Now we walked through the beach which was scattered with things that the sea splattered all around, and we could get some photos which didnt capture those dirt and garbage around us. And walking back we wondered why the car with two people in it parked near the beach was jumping and at last we decided not to learn any Kannada (theris) during our trip and walked back to find our next destination over which heated discussions followed....

Strolling through the roads strewn with cow dung and endowed with street dogs, thevadi was blessing those motherfuckers who are always late and walking far far behind. Options before us to our next destination was too limited in this ****ing beautiful place. As a means of transportation we have to go either by the tourists way of hiring a taxi, or get the local way of buses. Here we understood that what they call private bus are the trip vans we see on our roads. And we jumped into the first van we could find being parked there. Adjusting our seats to get our breaths for the periods of asphyxia which may follow sooner or later when the small van gets packed with dozens and dozens of pure local Canaras.


And now we understood we are chasing the monsoons and the thing which brought misery to our games and school life is what we were enjoying the most. The nature could not have more beautiful, the green could not have greener, the brown blacker and the rivers so lively if the rain did not came before and with us....

When I opened my eyes, we were crossing a river. But it has been 3 or 4 minutes we have been crossing the river. And after 5 minutes we reached the other end of the bridge and we read River Saravathi. The magnificent site was more than enough to fill our stomachs for the noons. But we realised that mind may betray our body and went into the Kamath restaurant (in our new home: Honaver) to relish the Kannada thaali which actually became our staple diet for the whole 5 days.

And now we started on our 1 1/2 hour long journey to the temple town of Gokarnam also famous for its Om beach. With the same lush greenery and a bit more thicker woods before our eyes, almost everyone slipped into an afternoon nap and none could get out of the place of Om beach. And we had to stroll through the Gokarnam beach which was no way different from our previous.

Seeing the temple at a far corner over the hills, someone got the grave idea of climbing it all up and everyone had to set forth. But the beauty which lay before our eyes was unbelievable. The sea water soaking the road over the hill and the breeze which sweeped our worries to get back.


The clouds began thickening and we had to find a way back as the last bus was only minutes away. Somehow we managed to get to the stand through the temple passage. And came behind us Manu, who bought two laddoos to get our stomach filled (actually his) and grasped 20 whole rupees from our common account. Reaching the stand, we could only find a Ultra Deluxe Rajahamsa to fly us to Honaver in the night. Finding no other way we got seated with our water dripping clothes onto the cushioned seats. Cameras flashed to the surprise of other passengers as we had to show we were too lavish with our journey.
Shrieek....the bus has stopped in the midnight in the midway in the midst of some forest. Sone accident has happened and all the road blocked. Wondering whether we could eat something in the night we just looked outside to see a Kerala registration lorry which had found its way into a stream of water nearby hanging from the road above.

It was the conductor who wake up as we had told him to get to Kamath Restaurant. Only as the bus passed before had we noticed that this is some other Kamath and we understood this place abounds with this name. We walked and walked and seeing some familiar surroundings walk
ed into the right place and got seated to be the last being served (perhaps he got sympathetic for us). We jumped onto our beds and got our clothes hanging to get dry. Making and changing plans for tomorrow went till late night when everyone was on their tummies drifting into deep sleep with dreams about Jog ....

Aasems Jacob

Haven’t you heard when somebody say this was the unforgettable journey of their life time. Sorry, but we too are obliged to say the same except that we have some proofs to justify our quotes. I believe within the time I have written this traveblogue, none of you would have visited these places and I invite you to travel with us to these wonderful hidden treasure lands.

The only thing you might have heard about the Canaras would be The Canara Bank. But this was the place we chose for our travel experiments. The exploration of these virgin beauties of the Canara region was filled with joy, surprises and the intervention of what we call the X factor.

13 July 2009

"The exams won’t be there for one more week or perhaps 2” says Anish

“Why not we go to Shimoga and finish off that incomplete chapter?” asked me. (And that incomplete chapter needs some explanation. The 2k5 traveller and some of his fellow mates had decided one week before to have a tour to Shimoga. But on getting the 2k5rocks sms that exams would start next Monday, they (all except Manu) decided to make Kottayam and Ernakulam their Shimoga for the time being, since most of them infected with exam fever started deserting him through the train journey. Alas, but the exams never started and the money lost for train tickets was much more disheartening.)

And within seconds Anish had phoned all prospective travellers and confirmed their esteemed presence for the trip. Money was not an issue since the tour grant of 2000 bucks was thought to be more than enough.

14th July 2009

Now the number reached 7 and everyone found their way to the Railway Station in the last minute on to the boards of Gandhidham Express. Making the first wrong decision to board train at the General class behind, we saw the three Generals passing before us which was just behind the engine. At last somehow climbed over and booked our seats. The train passed through the greenery of Kerala which we all were already fed up with and slowly everyone drifted into sleep. Occasional jerks by unsatisfied standing ones and kicks by the sleeping ones and the hardcore ‘pacha-theris’ by the person overhead had made our REM sleep cut too short.

15^th July 2009

From this day, sun never seemed to be interested in us and vice versa. Dark sky clouding over the train was all what we could see, not forgetting the lush forests and green paddy fields stretching kilometres and miles on either side of the rails. And these are the Konkan rails. Tk…. And the lights flashed off. We have entered a 3 km long tunnel making us a little dizzy in the early morning only emerging into the light only to see rain lashing over us… Leaving behind the port city of Mangalore, the food capital of South India, Udupi and various places like Baindur, Bidur and many a unknown places the train headed to our destination Murudeswar. Even then we haven’t decided where to go and what to see and when the hot discussions brewed up we saw a board reading ‘MURUDESWAR’. Everyone took hold of their bags and jumped off the train into the alien island.

Since this only happens to be the introduction to our 6 day long journey, I have decided to make it a full episode travelogue. Wait for the next …

ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ കൈപിടിച്ച് നടത്തുന്നത്...................

പിച്ച വെച്ചുണര്‍ത്തിയ പൂഴിമണ്ണില്‍

പതിഞ്ഞ ഉറയ്ക്കാത്ത കാല്‍വെയ്പ്പുകള്‍ക്കും

മഴത്തുള്ളികളുടെ കണ്ണീര്‍ ചാലില്‍

ഉന്തിവിട്ട കടലാസു തോണികള്‍ക്കും

ഇടയിലെങ്ങോ കൈമോശം വെരുത്തിയ കുട്ടിത്തത്തിലേക്ക്.....

ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ കൈപിടിച്ച് നടത്തുന്നത്...................

അക്ഷരത്താളുകള്‍ക്കുള്ളില്‍ ഒളിപ്പിച്ച

മയില്‍ പീലിത്തുണ്ടിനും

മധ്യവേനലവധിയുടെ ആയുസ്സു മാത്രം

വിധിക്കപ്പെട്ട പ്രണയത്തിനും

ദൃഷ്ടി ദോഷത്തിന്‍റെ വന്ധ്യത

പേറേണ്ടിവന്ന ആ മയില്‍പ്പീലിക്കൊപ്പം

അടയിരുന്നുണാരാതെ പോയ

നിറമുള്ള സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍ക്കും; മേലേ

മുറിവുണങ്ങാത്ത നെഞ്ചിലേക്ക്

ഇരച്ചുപെയ്ത ഇടവപ്പതിയുടെ ആര്‍ദ്രമര്‍മ്മരങ്ങളിലേക്ക്............

ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ കൈപിടിച്ച് നടത്തുന്നത്...................

അരവയര്‍ മുറുക്കിയുടുത്ത് സ്വരുക്കൂട്ടിയതൊക്കെ

ഓട്ടക്കീശയിലേക്കാണെന്നറിഞ്ഞിട്ടും

അറിയാതെ ചോര്‍ന്നൊലിച്ചു പോയ കാലത്തെ പകുത്തെടുത്ത്

ഒറ്റപ്പെട്ടവന്‍റെ അനാഥത്ത്വം മറയ്ക്കാന്‍

കയ്യിലൊരൂന്നുവടിയായും

കാഴ്ച വറ്റിയ കണ്ണുകള്‍ക്കലന്കാരത്തിന്

ഒരു കണ്ണടയായും പേറി

വലിച്ചെറിയപ്പെടുന്ന വൃദ്ധസദനത്തിന്‍റെ

നാല്ച്ചുവരുകള്‍ക്കുള്ളിലേക്ക്...........................

അരുണ്‍ ആര്‍

Swantham lekhakan

Mh 3 yude idanazhikalil oru abhinjana sakunthalam arangaeri………

Moonnara varshangal ku mupu oru rekha chitram matram nalki…gift tharathe mungiya thante Christmas friend ne thiranjulla 2k5 le oru tharunee maniyuede moonnara varshathe kathirippanu ithode sabhalamaythu,…….

Prethi sthanathu aaropana vidheyanaya Mr Theet ,thante fans association iloode LH inte hridayathudippukale niyanthrichu vilassumpozhanu……..ee kanatha aaropanam.

Mudra mothirathine pole avasesikkunna eka thelivaya aaa chithram thante sristiyallennum….4^th year tur il thaan athu sammathichittundu enna vartha thikachum adisthana rahithamanennum ,thettidharana jadialmanennum kanatha bhashayil adheham nishedhichu………..

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Updated 8:16 p.m. IST, Monday., June 1, 2009.

MH3: A fight was reported last week on Brandywine corridor, MH 3. Responding officers witnessed a large number of people running from the scene as well as several others acting disorderly.

The Blacky man’s fan was found lying on the corridor unconscious with severe leaf and mechanical injuries and was taken to Thakarapparambu University Akrikkada in Chala, the security said.

The fan's identity was not released and its condition was not available as of Tuesday.

A 22-year-old UAE man suffered moderate material losses and was removed to a secret facility somewhere on Brandywine Street, inmates said. The mortal remains of his jogging partner were recovered from the crime scene.

Their names and conditions are also not available.

According to eyewitness accounts, the suspects showed up at a large party in a room on Brandywine corridor and became unruly.

One of them used the other guest's 3000 bucks shoes in the toilet and the fight broke out when the guest tried to retrieve it. Between four and five people are believed to be involved in the incident.

No suspects were in custody as of Tuesday.

Kazhinjayazhcha MH 3yil nadannathu goonda vilayattamanennu parakke oru samsaram undu.”Al D Batchi Ul Sixteeni”yil undaya internal adi anennanu samsaram.Ithinte leader “O-Sabin Ladan”um Al D batchi attack co ordinator “Ihsan Shahsadi”yum ayirunnu adi ayathu. Toilettil shoe upayogichathine thudarnnundaya vazhakku “Al D Batchi Ul Sixteeniyude” pirichuvidalil kalashichu. Eppol Randu perum Randu vazhikk!!! Mindattamilla, chirikkilla, enthinu parayanam, parasparam nokkarupolumilla! Randil oral mathi ennanavar parayunnathu.. . . MH 3 kuttichoravumo entho?!

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People make mistakes. What sets apart intelligent men, then, is that they never repeat them. Yet, there will always be an unfortunate few who stand out for the exact opposite reason. Mistakes, especially the more inane ones, are their trademarks. I am one of them – a six-foot-something, bespectacled, curly-haired, happy-go-lucky dreamer. And this is my story.
The year is 1992. I am five and in a fever. So Mom takes me to meet a friendly, big-bellied man. His name is Doctor uncle. He gives me a magic potion, and hey presto! I’m cured. And there begins my dream of becoming a doctor. In later years, with the cold and ruthless clarity of retrospect, I will count this as the first of my life’s big mistakes.
Fast forward. Monday, 8th of August 2005 – thirteen years of dreaming bear fruit. I am standing in the COK auditorium, taking the Hippocratic oath along with a hundred and ninety nine others. Ah! The twinkle in my eyes…The pride in my heart… The seniors outside, sharpening their fangs… And Mom chiding me to stand straight… The first few days, I’m just another roll number, dozing through the classes and bird-watching whenever I happen to be awake.
And then, somewhere along the first week of December, I notice her for the first time. I’ve spotted her a few times before, but she never hung around my heart for too long. Until now, that is. Perhaps, it is the magic of the approaching winter. There is an aura all about her. Something irresistible. Something special. The Queen of my dreams… The light of my eyes… My heart beat… My breath… I am in Heaven… I am in Hell… She loves me… She loves me not… Love is the most exquisite of agonies…
The sun rises on Valentine’s Day, 2006. Last night I couldn’t sleep, and yet, I’ve never been more awake. I am holding a rose and walking towards her. Nearer. Closer. She turns towards me, smiling brightly, and I find myself reduced to the state of a slave standing before his Queen. My systems just crashed. Love does that to people. Sheesh! Luckily, my friend agrees to play messenger. He offers the rose to her. She accepts. And then he tells her it’s from me – the next I know, my rose is being trampled beneath her foot, and with it, my heart. In that moment, my second mistake bites dust. Neither I, nor my friend, ever again greet Valentine’s day with a smile.
Months pass and the results are out. I’m surprised to find that I have passed. But there are more important things on my mind. I need to win her back. The Queen of my dreams still reigns supreme after all. I plot, and plan. And then plot some more… And then it hits me, like a pack of ice on a cold, rainy day. I will bring out a book on physiology – something like SoP. That’ll impress her for sure and she’ll be running after me. ( I have always been an optimist, you know :p ) All my spare time is spent working on it. Days turn into weeks and weeks run into months. The book is printed. I have spent a lot of money on it, some mine, some borrowed. But there are no buyers. I end up neck-deep in bankruptcy, and what is worse, her opinion of me sinks to newer depths. (Optimism sucks, big time!) Those 200 copies are still gathering dust in a big box beneath my bed – a perpetual reminder of my third mistake.
December 2007. The college is blanketed in the spirit of politics. The birth, and rise, of Campus United. I am a silent admirer, pledging allegiance to it, but never openly. My friends do not approve of my neutral stand and often complain. The elections come and go, leaving CU a depleted force. Yet, the air is still charged with tension. Two of my friends get beaten up. In retaliation, my entire batch pays a visit to the junior hostel. I follow them, intending to be nothing more than a passive observer. Tempers soon flare up on both sides. Amidst the confusion, I shout ‘Go to Hell!’ at one of the union members. And because of that one moment of stupidity, the next few days find my name in the papers, and me in Court. While I grow in infamy, I quietly update my list of mistakes.
Summer 2009. Funny how things change. I am now King to my Queen. I still don’t know what happened, but here we are- me, my girl, my dreams, our little world. I should be happy. After all, isn’t this is what I have always wanted? Yet, something just isn’t right. My phone bills are growing. My marks are sinking. I am going deaf in one ear.(Roundabout 4000 Hz, I believe) I have no free time, no freedom, no voice…If only I had known that there is nothing but a wink between a dream and a nightmare… Sigh… Sad that a King should be worse off than a slave.

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Oh ennathada ee parayunnathu. Angane kottayam achayanmarkkittu udayipp irakkiyittu oruthanum ivide jeevikkathilla ketto

The land of Lakes, Latex and Letters is turning 60 this year. The land which has produced even a President for the country is becoming a senior citizen now. Paying tribute to the district of the all great 15+ great personalities of our batch.

The land bounded by Vembanad lake (the largest in Kerala) and the Western Ghats, lying between the Kochi state and the Travancore state (took a lot of struggle for Velu Thampi to catch a hold here).

The first town in the country to be certified cent per cent literate. The hometown of the first publishing press in the state, the largest regional daily in the country- Manorama and the first newspaper of the state- Deepika. The list is endless with the most read Childrens' and Women's magazine and well known DC Books. Kottayam has reached the negative growth rate of the West European countries. Here is the first college of Kerala (CMS College).

Moving on to the beauty of our land, the first eco-city in the country. The coconut lagoons, the unending rubber plantations, the misty mountains on the west, rivers intervening with the flow of the greens. And do you know, before Cochin port was made, we had two ports for the export of spices.

The district has made Kerala the largest rubber producing state. Spices are our brand marks.
And if ever you visit here dont forget to munch the tastiest Kappa, Karimeen pollichathu.... And no need to mention the Kappa biriyani...

And to the sons and daughter of this place: KR Narayanan, Akkamma Cherian (freedom fighter), ECG Sudarsan (nuclear scientist), KPS Menon (minister in Nehru ministry), Mammootty (a poorly known fact), St. Alphonsa (first saint from India), Muttathu Varkey, Pala Narayanan Nair, Beenamol, Anju Bobby, Jimmy George and the list is endless.

And you know we are what you call "Ahankarathinu kyyum kalum vachittu...." So dont expect anything more. We lead, others follow...