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The event was a class on X-rays. Our one and only spartan was asked to comment on the X-ray. After thinking for a while about the morning class on X-rays came the reply.

"Plain X-ray, Chest, PV view"

But according to Spartan these are just unruly allegations aimed at tarnishing his fame and personality. After days of searching at last he found that PV is not 'per vagina' but 'posteroventral view'
Meanwhile Pakku has come up with allegations against Spartan that these are just his publicity stunts to improve the viewership of the batch site.

തിരുവല്ല: വിവാഹ ചടങ്ങിനിടെ സദ്യ വിഭവങ്ങളുമായി കടന്നു കളയാന്‍ ശ്രമിച്ച യുവാവിനെ നാട്ടുകാര്‍ തൊണ്ടി സഹിതം പിടികൂടി. വിവാഹ പാര്‍ടിയില്‍ പങ്കെടുക്കാന്‍ തിരുവനന്തപുരത്ത് നിന്നെത്തിയ ഇയാളെ പിന്‍തുടര്‍ന്ന് പിടിച്ചത് കൂടെ വന്നവര്‍ തന്നെയാണ്. പോലീസില്‍ അറിയിക്കരുതെന്ന് കാല് പിടിച്ചു പറഞ്ഞതിനെ തുടര്‍ന്ന് ഇയാള്‍ക്ക് മുന്നറിയിപ്പ് നല്കി വിട്ടയച്ചു.
ഇതിന് മുന്‍പും ഇങ്ങനത്തെ നിരവധി സംഭവങ്ങള്‍ ഉണ്ടായെന്നു നാട്ടുകാര്‍ പറയുന്നു. ഐസ് ക്രീമാണ് ഇയാളുടെ പ്രധാന മോഷണ വസ്തു. ഏറനാകുലത്തും വര്കലയിലും കൊല്ലത്തും വച്ചു ഇയാളെ പിടികൂടിയിട്ടുണ്ടെന്നു ഞങ്ങളുടെ റിപ്പോര്‍ത്റെര്മാര്‍ വെളിപ്പെടുത്തി. ഇതിന് പിന്നില്‍ അന്താരാഷ്ട്ര മാഫിയയുടെ കരങ്ങള്‍: പ്രവര്‍ത്തിക്കുന്നുണ്ടെന്ന് പോലീസ് സംശയിക്കുന്നു.

This is not an innovative idea by our principal to bring cheers to our campus and promote extra curricular activities in the Trivandrum Medical College campus.

Unfortunately it is a warning order against ragging in campus which took a deviant form...
Photo courtesy: Azgar

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After a horrendous journey we passed the gates of Shringeri, the math created by Jagatguru Sankaracharya at the banks of Tunga river. It was raining and raining like there is no end. We somehow adjusted our bags and went to have the free food in the temple. But it was all over and we just had to visit the temple and find a place to have our dinner. The hotel which was house full could find us some separate seats and we ate our rainy supper. Now, we have to find a dwelling for the night and for that we could find only some costly third grade lodges with. This was the most costly of our lodgings. We share two rooms and when we went into the bathroom, the water was the colour of brick (the same colour of all the rivers we saw) and therefore we decided to skip bath for the day.

The morning was beautiful with only drizzles pouring over our heads, and we had a visit to the magnificent Sringeri temple which is an epitome of Indian architectural beauty. The avatars all were depicted over the walls and with a photo session and breakfast we ran to get the bus to our next destination Karkala. The bus passed through the thickest of the thick forest of Kudramukh (might have heard of iron mining here) National Park. You could not see the sun here, not because of rain clouds, but the majestic trees over you. This is what you call a forest with rain showing its strength with fallen trees over the roads and electric lines all cluttered. Waterfalls and lush undergrowths soon faded away and we reached a town similar to that in our state. This is Karkala were you will see one of the largest monolith statues in the country.

We went straight away to view the Bahubali statue which was located over a hill (actually rock), where steps and the whole temple is carved out of rocks. We started our photo session in that beautiful locale and the thrill reached so high that some even tried to climb over the statue. This made the peaceful tantri there to call us back. To save money, we decided to walk back and found yet another temple on rocks. But before we could reach the top, we found two or three snakes crawling around our foot and we had to withdraw. And the thing was that the temple was not open at all. And after getting back to the bus stand we went in to hotel Sagar to have our lunch. It was one of the best culinary experience we had along our journey. The bearers asking us to eat more providing us with whatever we want and we all came out with our tummies projecting into the air.

And now another bus took us to the city of Mangalore, the only such place we are seeing for the past 5 days. After alighting at the Mangalore bus stand we had a walk through the concreted roads of the city. It was then that Manu got craze to have a fastrack watch and we entered a showroom. After one or two hours of search through the costly watches and some treasure hunt in the bowl filled with toffees, he at last decided to get hold of a Rs. 700 watch. The face of the people in the shop turned desperate and we decided not to take any more toffees and left immediately. Walking through the front avenue of the KMC hospital, we decided to take a trek to the Mangalore beach and port.

It was a bloody hell place with nothing more but pollution everywhere. Dogs and crows coloured red due to the fumes and some powder. Lorries and trucks everywhere and dust thronging in the airs. Walking through the disheartening atmosphere for about 1.5kms, we ultimately reached the sea. While we were on to enjoy jumping into sea, another board came into our view.

“Don’t swim here, its too deep”

1999-2005: 40 2006:11 2007:8……. And it went so on. And this was the list of deaths here always updated. But it was a beautiful scenery there with big ships passing just behind us and the sea roaring over until the sky turned so dark that even we felt frightened.

At last we decided to turn back and obviously ran to get a bus in order to visit Kasargod today night itself. With the snails walking behind we went in the first bus and reached somewhere near the KSRTC bus stand. On walking to the stand, there stood the Bharath mall in front of us. So to have some fun and see some colours we entered and paced through Nike, Reebok, Adidas, Big Bazar, Baskin Robbins and so on without buying a single thing. When we felt the time was too long and we had too short time, we went to catch a bus to Kasargod. Unfortunately, the last 5 buses from Kerala has not reached the stand due to some road block. But we were fortunate and enough to get the seats on the first bus that arrived. We flew over the Netravathi river and ultimately reached our home state Kerala. Just as you cross the border the views and scenes become completely different and you can see the familiar Kerala roads and shops everywhere. It took us more than 2 hours to reach the Kasargod town.

Now we had a lodge with expenses at par and had a walk around. The only hotel opened that night was a fast food center. There we had our first non-veg meal of our tour. Everyone was busy tearing off the meat from the bones and we decided to have our biriyani tomorrow. Everyone tired off the busy day behind fell into deep sleep. The Bekal fort would not open until 10 and we could sleep the hello out….

Today we have to see nothing other than the Bekal Fort. Getting to the route through a bus was easy. And only a few had been there in the rain to visit the fort. It was one of the most beautiful sights your eye could ever witness. The greens in the background of the dark fort walls and the sea flowing and splashing into the fort. So we advice, monsoons is the best time you should visit bekal Fort. Otherwise the beauty imbibed it can never be met. We had quite a great photo sessions there with the sea, with the walls and with the greens. Our estimated time had far expired and our extra time there reached to over 2 hours. We never expected we would spend so much time there.

If we are to catch the train at 3.30pm we had to reach the hotel by 3.00. But unfortunately, we got a bus and it took the longest route through which you can reach the town, over an hour (it took just 20 minutes to reach the fort). We had our biriyani as planned and checked out to reach the station only to find the train is one hour late. One hour passed, now the train is half hour late. Then 20 minutes, 10 minutes and another train arrived. In a confusion, at last we decided not to enter it. And just 10 minutes later our train arrived and we were the only souls to get in it. We lavishly sat and the train even overtook the first train. When we reached back and checked our purse, we had only spend Rs. 1300 for the entire trip. The return far far exceeded the expenditure. This was one of the most experiencing and experimental tour of ours. The things we could read in the newspapers across the places were that 'Rain plays havoc' '5 died in heavy rains' '3 die in land slides and so on'. We would never recommend these places to anyone, but we would always recommend to go touring while its raining. The one thing we understood we understood when we returned and though was that '

"We were not chasing the monsoons"

"The monsoon was chasing us"

16^th July 2009

I was startled by the sound of alarm which struck over us like some shit falling from sky. But we were desperate to get ready as the first bus would leave for Jog falls at 6.30am and if we are to get that, we can leave for Agumbe by 12.30 and we would reach our nightstand at about 10pm after calculating all the kilometres and hours described in Mathrubhumi Yatra. But everything is not going to happen as written in texts as we were to see today.

And we got frustrated seeing Ajith curling up again in the bed and pushed him into the bathroom to get ready. The first stay costed us a meagre 300 Rs, and we were pretty happy about our savings.

Taking hold of the only seats available and those near the driver we started our long journey through the forests again to the largest or highest (?) waterfall in Asia- The Jog falls. The beautiful winding roads were gradually ascending to make us witness nothing for the fog that swept before us. But the driver was flying at hypersonic speeds.

Meanwhile many a school children mounted the bus, and to our surprise the driver as well as the few travellers were giving them biscuits and sweets and all the way talking to them. Wonder whether this could happen anywhere in our part of the ‘world’. The conductor hurled us to get out of the bus as we have reached a turn in the road.Seems this is an actual tourist destination as the place had a lot of hotels and shops inside with not many people. It looked as though the rain has deterred many people from visiting this beautiful place except for some hardcore travellers like us. The rain started to pour flushing all dirt from top of the buildings and trees. It looked as if the X factor has sensed our arrival and is making its presence felt as though following us. From there after having our morning breakfast of omelette and bread we could get a small glimpse of the magnificent falls. We decided to hike an omni van as the different falls are kilometres away through road.

He took us to the largest of the falls- the Raja and we watched musingly the sheet of water that from a height of nearly one kilometres fell into the air (since just a small amount of water had fallen to the lake below) which got splashed over us with the winds. The occasional mists added to the beauty. Thousands of steps were seen leading down to the bottom of the falls which we thought we would never complete. So we just decided to feel the heights by looking from the top of the falls into the rocky bottom which stood almost a kilometre away. It was fiery and simply fantabulous. The other falls like Rani and the many whose name I can’t remember any more are the figurines of beauty. We also had a walk along the 4 km long hanging bridge (according to us) and returned to observation point where you could cover the whole place and the Mahathma Gandhi dam too. But on the return the van jerked and stopped, and nothing else we could do except to push the omni as fast as possible. With the power supplied by all the idlis and omelettes in Manu’s stomach we at last made to the point where a bus was about to leave to Sagar were we had to reach if we are to leave to Agumbe.

The bus journey to Sagar also unravelled the naked beauty of the Canaras and by the time we had a nap, we reached Sagar one of the comparatively well to do places we have seen so far.

We entered the hotel and had our exquisite lunch which filled our tummy and hearts not to forget the pedas and jamuns and malais. Walking through the rain at last we could get a bus to Agumbe (a real private ‘bus’). And the bus started. It seemed that we would cover the 145km long journey within an hour as the bus was actually flying on the improperly tarred roads. The roller coaster ride didn’t last too long as a lorry coming at a slower speed grabbed off a bit of the mirror of our bus. And before we could understand anything, the driver, conductor and whoever responsible had got another lorry and started to chase the first one. We were left in the middle of that forest with nowhere to go, and no money to pay. When they arrived about an hour later, to our amusement the fellow travellers were appreciating them for their efforts. The conductor replied with pride showing off the 500 rupees note he got. And now the bus started moving at hypersonic speeds through those country forest mountain roads splashing water into banks and people, not stopping anywhere.

Yes it was during this time that we could get the direct sunlight for 5 minutes, a pleasant omen. But once we reached Agumbe we doubted. It took just 3 hours to cover the whole distance.

We crossed one police checkpost and then the second. We could not even see between ourselves due to the thick fog which made us shiver like hell and thrive for a shelter. There was a police van with guns pointed outside and two policemen checking and questioning us. We asked for a lodge and the cost made us faint Rs.400. And the much more amusing thing is that there is no current and phone in this land for the past 5 days. At last after heated discussions and exchanges we decided to hike an auto at whatever price to reach Shringeri 27 kms away.

Late to mention that Agumbe is the Chirrapunji of the south which gets the second highest rainfall in the country. True, the rain started. It started pouring like hell wetting us all even inside the auto rikshaw. We had to open our umbrellas inside. It was like a horror movie moving through the thick forest areas at night with no light or men in a downpour you cannot imagine would ever happen. We now accredit Agumbe as the first in the list mentioned above. Wondering what these X factors are doing we as the driver, why the police? Why no current?......No reply

“Would you please say whats the problem here???”

“Oh nothing, just a few naxal attacks”

Horrified we could speak no more. But we had never heard of anything like that here before. The X factor started working wonders. Perhaps tomorrow one could see some Shimoga news in Kerala newspapers too unless the hotel rent was too low or there was current there.