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The runway was the sea itself!

To be, or not to be, that was the question. Whether it was nobler in the mind to OK the decision to visit one of those attractive islands in Canada or to postpone the same till the weather says, “OK, OK…, I’ll take care of it!”

And, much to our pleasure, the Sun raised the green signal. Soon, we got into a ship and reached the island, and stayed in a Hotel. As we watched the sea and the surrounding forest-like areas, we found ourselves in a unique world and realized the meaning of “Nature’s Kingdom”.

Soon, we found ourselves in a restaurant where there were several options, both in veg and non-veg foods!

Then, the usual evening walk, supper and conversations which touched upon various interesting subjects…”

Soon after, we were asleep and woke up at about 6 O’clock followed by morning walk and breakfast… and a visit to the near-by beach.

What’s so surprising was the fact that it was not a poor village area as we thought. There were huge buildings and shops all around.

What’s even more exciting was our trip back to our area on a flight with limited seats, but exciting. The runway was the sea itself!

Fastest indeed!

Very often I used to wonder who among the living beings is the fastest. Could it be horses or others which have similar body structures. Or, could it be human beings themselves who take flight here and there all around the world?
Wait, let us not come to a conclusion at the expense of other beings like the flying creatures or rather birds which can lift themselves up without the help of runways or any such supports.
I have seen them off the ground and in the sky in a jiffy and calling each other to pass on some message!
Without an iota of doubt one can come to the conclusion that most of the birds are very fast and they do not need any special “push up” to get the speed they need!

A thing of beauty is a joy forever!

The other day while I was going through the “introduction” to Rudyard Kipling’s “The Phantom Rickshaw”, I recalled several personal experiences but, the one that ‘knocks’ me off an on is our visit to a beautiful village surrounded by a river which was called ‘Bharatha Puzha’ in those days. It was our first visit when our father was transferred to that village (he was a revenue inspector).
After alighting from a local train, we had to cross the river in a boat, violently shaken off and on by the waves which sprang from the Arabian Sea.
The man who was in charge of the boat would say, “don’t worry… nothing to fear” and our father would smile and say, “the are quite new to such a trip”.
Very soon, we got used to such trips while crossing the river frequently during summer holidays… “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!”

Weekend trip

Our weekend trip to one of our favorite spots gathered momentum when we got into a local train. As soon as we settled down, I got an idea about the wonders of the places we were to visit. The first thing was the vast seashore and the rest you can imagine!
My mind, of course, was making the Wow! Wow! sound on seeing the waves, trees and those white birds.
On reaching the relevant station station, we took a taxi and reached the park in ten minutes or so. And, when it was time for us to return, we were reluctant to say “Bye, bye” to the sea and birds. Anyway, the coffee house nearby seemed to say, “Come on guys, we will make your visit memorable!”
As we were going back, my mind was not happy about the machine-like world everywhere. Youngsters can manage the computer which expects you to do everything at its whims and fancies. Anyway, what comes back to my mind off and on is the wonders of nature.

Early morning or late evening?

It was bright and sunny. But it was difficult to predict whether it was morning or evening… yesterday or today! Even the birds could not make their presence felt. There were some people on the road but it was difficult to say whether they were on evening walk or morning walk. Anyway, I had just woken up and praised myself for getting up very early in the morning. And, as usual, I was getting ready to prepare my morning coffee when some one, at home, burst into laughter, saying that I was in utter confusion! “It is just a couple of hours since you had your supper”, but it appeared that a casual dream had put me in utter confusion!
Morning, afternoon, midnight… or just a dream!
After a couple of days, I managed to overcome the confusion and decided to avoid afternoon naps and other stupid things. But whenever I found myself in such a position, I made it sure to say every now and then, “Jet lag, Jet lag!”, though I am yet to overcome my utter confusion!

An Empire indeed!

Though the twelve months or rather, a year commencing from January to December is common to all, we can not ignore the years which are based on certain languages or regions.

Of course, the Jan – Dec period has established itself as an empire and the people all over the world are dependent on it for the purpose of celebrating birthdays or independence days or such important dates. Anyway, the regional years and dates are celebrated in many countries and do serve as a New year’s Day or Birthdays. But what is important is the annual festivals in temples as far as India is concerned.

In several states, most of the people have two birthdays! Those who visit India from other Countries may get some ideas about the importance of regional dates!

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

When the weather is unfavorable, one is reluctant to go out for walk. Even a short distance appears to be a Herculean task! But, the other day we managed to overcome the reluctance mainly because it was a trip to a temple and the short distance was not by walking but in a taxi cab!

But, soon I overcame the dull moments mainly because the ‘scenes’ unfolded on both sides of the road reminded me of the good old days when the villages we lived in were encircled by rivers and channels and palm trees.

On top of all these wonders, the atmosphere in the beautiful temple was a serene and inspiring!

Venerable Co-existance

Urbanization, invariably, results in construction of new houses in rural areas or even in agricultural lands available in urban areas. It is a clear indication that business is flourishing in and around such places. All these developments rob the charm of rural areas especially when trees and plants are mercilessly cut down.
Anyway, even now, there are still places where urbanization is not at the expense of charming trees and plants. The other day I happened to visit such areas where there are houses, houses all the way… big and small but they could not outshine the trees and meadows. Moreover, even the new houses looked more like the good old houses of yore!

A trap indeed!

During the rush hour, if you are lucky enough, you may manage to get a seat in a bus or in the general compartment of a passenger train but a window seat will just be a dream.
The other day, while I found myself in such a situation, I was reminded of a similar occasion when I managed to get a seat in a crowded bus. Two seats ahead of mine were occupied by two young ladies who seemed to be in a happy mood and naturally, I was tempted to listen to their conversation. One of them was lean and tall and the other one was a lean but short.
The tall one kept on talking and the short one just made “Hm, Hm” responses at regular intervals. The subject of their conversation was about Ragini who could be one of their colleagues or the tall one’s relative. “She is such a bore… She had a plan to visit our house in the evening. Apart from petty talks I will have to prepare foods and supper… the purpose of this short journey is to avoid her.” Meanwhile, the bus reached one of the main bus stands and when they were getting ready to alight from the bus, one lady who moved forward and patted on the shoulders of the tall one and said, “Don’t worry… I won’t visit your house… never in my life…” much to the shock of the two dames.

Trees or Buildings?

“Chip of the old block… This hill station has umpteen mind- blowing scenes… Right now, the sun set and the evening sky… The happy-go-lucky trees and plants dancing to the tune of the unseen wind…” The lady seem to be upset over the behavior of her son and his look-alike father!

“Mom, what the hell are you doing there? Look at those hills and valleys… hidden by those newly-built big houses…”

“You and your down-to-earth dad enjoy the ‘sight’… the beauty-killers… shit”. The lady retorted and moved on. Meanwhile, I poked my nose and said, “Instead of Ooty, they could have chosen some big cities” and she smiled and said, “That was their plan but I…”

It seems most of the tourists, these days, have set their eyes on the new buildings!