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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………..

Sathyavastha bhodhya pedan nerittu vilicha pavam sakunthalakkum nirasayayirunu bhalam……theet ne entho amnesia badhichathakam ennu karuthi samadhanichirikkukayanu pavam saku ippol

Enthayalaum aa phone vilikku sesam aake aswasthanayi kanppetta theet thangalude pavithra sauhradathe pranayamennu aaropichu thante prasasthi nasttapeeduthanulla chila karutha sakthikalude goodalachana kalude bhalamanithennum…oru kongoyeyum thanikku bhayamillennum thurannadichu…..

Thante prathisrudha vadhuvinte minimum yogyatha yaya ithryenkilum niram enna sankalppam uyarthikattvanum adheham marannilla…

Mudhramothiramayalum….rekhachitramayalum……aa visudhasauhradhinidayil kalicha dhurvvasavine kandupidichu thalayooran nettotta modukayanu theeet

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