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It’s awfully cold here in Shillong. Temperature around 17 degree Celsius. We were warned about this, and we did bring adequate warm clothes. We are told only in Shillong it becomes this cold, mainly because it’s in such high altitude of about 1,500 metres above sea level. To the credit of White Orchid Guesthouse, where we are staying, it has top-quality blankets. You wouldn’t like to get out of it!


After breakfast, around 9 am, we set out for Cherrapunji, the name we are familiar with since school days, as one of the wettest places in the world. More of that later.

On the way to Cherrapunji, we went to Elephant Fall. The legend goes that the Khasi people here called the place ‘Three Steps Fall’ since the water falls in three steps. Later the British called it Elephant Fall since one of the rocks beside the waterfall resembles an elephant. But this rock was destroyed in an earthquake in 1897.

Here tourists were lining up to stand on a few small rocks for a photoshoot with the fall in the background. Never found such a rush to pose in front of a waterfall!

I have, of course, taken pics, lots of them. They all will be put up next week, when I am back in Bangalore.


After Elephant Fall, we stopped at a number of places, popularly called here as viewing points. They are nothing but vantage points that offer a tourist breathtaking views of waterfalls or of the lush green subtropical forests of Khasi hills thickly covered with diverse vegetation.

This area — Cherrapunji and nearby Mawsynram — is among the wettest places because it receives both southwest monsoon and northeast monsoon. And not surprisingly there are a number of waterfalls, big and small, bringing the Meghalaya Tourism Board lot of revenue.

But I only wish some part of that revenue is invested in tarring the roads and bettering other infrastructure. Roads are pathetic in many places. I simply don’t understand why something as important as roads are so low on the priority list of our officials and politicians.


Immediately after Elephant Fall, we stopped at Duwan Sing Syiem View Point. Then we went to Nohkali Falls. Here at one point we could see the rainbow in the waterfall. Then we went to Mawsmai Eco-park. There were a few swings and see-saw; but couldn’t quite understand what was eco about this place. From there we can see barren fields of Bangladesh.


Then we headed for the Mawsmai Cave. We can walk through it. Not quite recommended for people who are claustrophobic. A portion inside the cave is narrow. So fat people will also have to step aside.

After the cave visit, we got into one of the many restaurants there for lunch. It has a peculiar system of placing the order. We go upto the desk, tell the lady what we want. She writes that down in a book, along with our name. She copies that on a piece of paper and sends it to the kitchen. A few minutes later a boy or girl with the food comes out to the dining area calling our name. We raise hand to attract his or her attention. Never have I found the customer’s name being noted down while ordering food!

We then went on to Thengkarang Park. It’s just that, a park and a well mainained garden and fountain. And then to Khoh Ramhah, from where one has a better view of Bangladesh.


One aspect about this region that’s difficult to get used to is the shortness of daylight hours. Dusk sets in around 4 pm, and by 5 pm it’s darkness. It’s quite a task to convince hourselves that it’s not 8 pm and only 6 pm! The region does indeed need a different time zone.

Retiring for the day early as we need to leave for Mawlynnong, some 100 km south of Shillong — widely known as the cleanest village in Asia.

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I have been travelling like never before. Soon after my Mumbai trip on official work, I am on a brief personal visit to Thiruvananthapuram. Right now I am on my way back to Bangalore in Karnataka State Road Transport Corporation’s Airavat bus. I had booked the ticket online at the KSRTC website: http://ksrtc.in


The lush green landscape is the best indication that you have entered Kerala. The state has been getting good rains. Lakes are full. Fields are waterlogged, and green is greener. So soothing. So refreshing.


My friend in Trivandrum, who was to pick me up, asked me to give him a call when the train reaches Kollam. And when I called him he was surprised.

”It’s only 10 and you are already in Kollam? Are you sure? Because you said the train reaches Thiruvananthapuram at 12 noon,” he told me.

I was in 6321 Trivandrum Express, a special weekly train. It had stopped for more than half an hour at Ambalappuzha station for letting Shatabdi Express cross. So I was under the impression that the train was running late.

My friend said it takes only one to one and a half hours from Kollam to Trivandrum so at this rate the train would reach at least half an hour early.

And it did, reaching at 11.15 am. Since I called up my friend at Kollam itself he had ample time to come early to the station. Many other passengers were equally surprised that the train arrived ahead of time. At least some would have had to wait for their friends or relatives to pick them up.

While walking up the staircase in the railway station I wondered: Malls have escalators, but how many railway stations have them?


Trivandrum, now Thiruvananthapuram, has hardly changed. Roads are getting widened. Nothing more. Some swanky shops, hotels and hospitals have come up. But on the ground nothing much has changed.

I was told this is the best time to widen roads, because the very people who would raise banners of protest — the communists — are in power! ”A Congress government would not have been able to widen roads like this,” I’m told by my friend. I doubt if it’s wholly true. Anyway an interesting perspective on how we are progressing.

A lot of hopes are resting on Shashi Tharoor, the MP from Thiruvananthapuram, who won by a surprisingly huge margin of around a lakh. He is seen as a fresh, uncorrupted, non-politician lawmaker.

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It was a momentous day for us yesterday, when one of the news sections of our newspaper, went live on the new editing and pagemaking software. ‘Went live’ means, the page that people are reading today was made on the new software. This is the first news page of our publication to go live. A day to cherish.

Though we have been bringing out trial versions over the past week, the feeling that ‘live’ brings in is altogether different: a combination of excitement and tension. There was a lot of coordination to be done. And everything had to click. Software transitions, wherever, are always tricky, with the fear of a ‘crash’ always looming overhead. Touchwood, barring minor glitches, all went well.

I was just wondering, how journalism, like of course everything around us, has changed over the years. Twenty years back, I was involved in a similar exercise when the newspaper I worked for then, brought in computers to replace typewriters and teleprinters. The media industry is poised for still more revolutionary changes as technology evolves rapidly.

Last night most of us missed our dinner. At 1.30 am, totally exhausted, we had only one thought in our minds: where can we get something to eat. We were told there is a restaurant called ”Light of Asia” close to the CST. It was 20 min walk away.

The cafe had its shutter down, but there was a tiny door beside it kept ajar, through which we all squeezed in. Wow! So spacious inside. We had our meals, and the big surprise, they offered us complimentary icecreams! Let’s come here everyday, someone screamed. Stay on in Mumbai, don’t go back, added another.

The most odd hour to have dinner, but nothing unusual for journalists. The cab guys were very considerate and stayed on beyond the 2 am cutoff time, and we were back in our rooms, by 3 am.

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Yesterday we took a day off from our training workshop. Decided to spend the day going around Mumbai. Thought we will start with a visit to Elephanta Caves. The plan was to get out of our rooms early, so we save on time. But…

0900: … There’s no water in the guesthouse and most of us are still waiting for Bisleri bottles for the basic necessities.

1130: Finally we are out. On our way to Gateway of India.

1230: In the steamer on way to Elephanta Caves. We paid 10 bucks extra and got on to the upper deck. Breathtaking view of ships and oiltankers.

(No way I can download the pix. They will be uploaded after I return to Bangalore.)

There are three treachers from Chandigarh who are with us on the upper deck. They are quite curious as to who all of us are. On knowing our profession, they are more curious, shoot questions after questions. I found that quite annoying. It’s a very bad Indian habit to ask very personal questions when meeting strangers.

Then one of them asked me, ”Where in Andhra are you from.” I said I was not from Andhra.
”But you said you are from Bangalore…”
”Ya, Bangalore is the capital of Karnataka.”
”O, I see…”

He looked thoroughly confused. The south of Vindhyas is still an unknown entity for many in the north, sadly for even teachers. I enquired what he teaches. Mathematics, he said.

By the way, many south Indians are similarly ignorant about places in the north and, particularly, northeast.

Some 15 minutes later, one of them, came up to me and asked if he could take a photo of all of us. That sounded quite strange, but we obliged.

1320: As we step into the Elephanta Island, we find there is a toy train to ferry tourists, just about 500 m, to the foot of the hill that leads to the caves. We get the tickets, Rs 10 two-way. Kiddish joy as we get into the train.

1330: We are hungry and the sight of a restaurant cheers us.

1445-1730: After food, we begin the climb. Not very steep. Either sides, there are shops selling postcards, curios, t-shirts, guidebooks etc. Bargain hard. A colleague bought a Ganesha idol. Initial price quoted: Rs 200. Offered Rs 100 and walked ahead. The price dropped dramatically and after a bit more of bargaining, got it for Rs 100.

We go around all the 5 caves. Take lots of photos. Good view of the valley and the sea from the top.

This is a Unesco World Heritage centre. The sculptures, carvings and inscriptions take you to a different world. Some of the sculptures are damaged. There is a Shivling. At some portions of the vast cave complex, restoration work is going on. Good crowd.

Interestingly, there is a beer bar at the top of the hill, like one at the foot. A good view of the Arabian Sea. The mat-like design on chairs and tables is particularly striking.

1730-1840: We are back on the boat travelling back. It is much more enjoyable as sun has gone behind clouds, there is good strong breeze.

1900-2015: We get into Cafe Monde (Monde’s) at Colaba. It’s perhaps the most well-known joint for beer. And the food is very tasty. The ambience is addictive. It’s almost always crowded. The large room is abuzz: people trying to make themselves heard above the loud music.

We moved ahead to the ”Innside story”, a less crowded smaller room with gentle music. Though it wasn’t crowded when we came, by the time we were through, it had filled up.

2045: Back in our guesthouse. Quite tired. Though we couldn’t go around the city or do some shopping, the cruise and the visit to the cave were thoroughly enjoyable.

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I am in Mumbai on official work, will return on June 14. Reached here yesterday and the work begins this afternoon. The last time I was here was more than 10 years back. Yesterday’s diary:

0830: In the Vayu Vajra bus on way to Bangalore airport. Taking 1115 Kingfisher flight to Mumbai. Quite impressed by the promptness of this dedicated BMTC bus service to the airport that is 40 km from my house. The detailed schedule of the bus service is on the BMTC website. The call centre provides you with contact numbers of the bus terminus from where the bus departs. You are also provided the mobile number of the bus conductor.

While I was waiting for the bus, three cab drivers asked me if I needed a pick up. One desperate guy even offered the bus rate. One reason why I refused to take the cab was I thought I must do my little bit to make the bus service a success.

1000: At the waiting lounge after checking in. Struck by a strange board hanging at a cafeteria: ”Live Dosa counter”. Right under it was a guy making dosa. Reminded of roadside eateries (called in Malayalam ‘thattukada’) but this one a posh version. (Check back later for photo.)

1200: I switch on the inflight TV and see breaking news on Zee News: Major tragedy averted in Mumbai airport as two aircraft preparing for takeoff simultaneously come close to collision.

1240: Intense pain above my right eyebrow as the flight descends. Impact of pressure difference on my sinus problem? It has happened once before. Now I must seek medical advice.

1315: Pain gone. In a taxi on way to the guesthouse on Worli Hill Road. Had to bargain with 3 cab drivers. This guy asked for Rs 350, but wanted Rs 150 extra since he said I was being picked up from inside airport premises. This looked far reasonable compared to the most outrageous rate of Rs 900 demanded by the first driver I spoke to.

After I got into the cab, the driver suggested I pay the money and that he would give me a receipt. I was surprised why he wanted the money before he had taken me to the destination. He parked the taxi by the roadside, wrote out the receipt and gave me, implying I must hand him the money. Since the guy had already started, and since I would have had to pay him anyway, I gave him the money.

More surprise was in store. A little after he got on the main road, he stopped by the roadside ahead of another taxi. The driver told me I would have to shift to the other taxi. I was wondering what the hell was happening.

The explanation was that only he had the licence to pick passengers from inside the airport premises and it’s the other taxi that will ferry me to the destination. Before I could ask him why he didn’t tell me before, the driver got out, walked to the other taxi, spoke something to that driver and handed over the cash, probably after keeping some for himself.

Now it dawned on me that this was a major taxi racket, where hapless passengers were being fleeced. The driver took my baggage shifted it to the new cab, and told the driver not to take any more money. And told me also not to give any more money! I just hoped I wouldn’t be shifted to yet another taxi, and that I would be taken to my guesthouse and not to ”an unknown destination”. Journalists can be haunted by news stories they handle.

1400: I reach the guesthouse after going around in circles for some time.

1800: At the seaside in Worli.

2015: At Gateway of India. Place overflowing with Sunday crowd. Oberoi Trident and Taj brought back memories of TV images. Can’t believe this spot was the scene of war, six months back.

2200: Back at the guest house. At the gate my two colleagues and I were greeted by the barks of a dog that was struggling to break free from the control of the gatekeeper. While we were waiting for the lift suddenly the dog came barking towards us. He almost bit my colleague even while the gatekeeper came rushing in and tried to pin the dog down. The dog came very close to me but was chased away and then was caught by the gatekeeper. A brief moment of panic.

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Vandazhi visit

My wife’s sister’s children are here on summer holidays, and we had been planning to go on a short outing. A few days leave from office was obtained, but we were still undecided about the destination.

Friday last, my wife suggested, “Why don’t we all drive down to mom’s place in Kerala?” Her rationale was one, great grand-aunt (my mom’s youngest aunt) hasn’t been keeping well and a visit was due anyway, and two, it would be good long drive and an outing for the kids as well. My only doubt was if my parents, who are old, would be cool to the idea of a long journey. When I checked with them, they were only happy about the idea.

My mom’s place is Vandazhi: a small town, some 10 km off the Palakkad-Thrissur highway near Vadakkancherry (different from the similar-sounding Vadakkaancherry.) There was an option to go via the shorter Mysore, Gudalur, Nilambur, Perunthalmanna route. But on second thoughts we decided to go via Salem, Coimbatore. The reason was the better quality of the road. With parents and kids with us, I didn’t want to take a route that wasn’t familiar.

On Sunday morning, at 6.15 we left. Around 9.30 we were a few kilometres short of Salem. We stopped at a shade for breakfast. Around 1 am we were near Coimbatore and had lunch at a restaurant. And by 4 pm we were home. Some 450 km from Bangalore. 

Fantastic road

Good road is basic to comfortable drive. I was thoroughly impressed by the progress on the upgrading of the highway NH7. This was my third drive on this highway: the earlier ones were in 2006 and 2007. I can thus make out the difference. But for small stretches where work is still on, the rest of the highway is so impeccably done.

Smooth, broad National Highway 7.

Smooth, broad National Highway 7.

Silken smooth 6-lane broad roads and plants on the median providing green relief. There are three toll plazas — Rs 25, Rs 48 and Rs 28. It’s worth paying. There is one more coming up. The structure is up, but not the booths. So, that will make it a total of four between Bangalore and Coimbatore. We need to pay for quality. What we as citizens should ensure is that the money thus collected is well utilized for improving the road connectivity.

I was quite surprised by the attitude of truck drivers. They seemed to be very well-behaved as far as lane discipline was concerned. All of them kept to the middle lane leaving the extreme right free. Even when they were overtaking, the drivers made sure to move left to the inner lane, so that faster moving vehicles could overtake from the right. My earlier experiences have been bad. Truck drivers were known to stick to any lane they fancied. There were very irritating occasions when two trucks going side-by-side would be blocking the road. Any vehicle following them would have to wait for one to slow down or the other to pick up some speed and then overtake either from the left or right. Nothing of that sort this time. It left me wonder whether the good quality highways had also instilled in the drivers some discipline. A chain reaction of sorts!

Green difference

There is no need of any sign board to tell you that you have entered Kerala, at Walayar. The unmistakable indication is the green landscape. When they carved the boundaries of Kerala, I don’t know if someone kept this in mind, or it just happened by chance! Even in the peak of summer there is lot of greenery around unlike most other states, except perhaps the southern coastal areas of Karnataka.


Paddy field in summer. Ahead of harvest, it's a virtual carpet of green.

Paddy field in summer. Ahead of harvest, it's a virtual green carpet.

My mom’s native place is no longer a village; there has been lots of development, and I would classify it as a small town with a hospital, medical stores and lots of shops. There are still vast stretches of paddy fields left in Vandazhi. Close to the harvest season around August these fields turn into green carpets, such a lovely sight! The place is still a strong communist stronghold. There is in fact a junction called “Moscow Mukku”: a refuge for communists on the run during pre-independence days. 

An old house by the road, untouched by the wave of modernity.

An old house by the road, untouched by the wave of modernity.

Many houses were painted pink. Reason unknown.

Many houses are painted pink. Reason unknown.


Another one, presenting a gaudy look.

Another one, presenting a gaudy look.


Mangalam Dam

Palakkad district of Kerala has many tourist attractions. Since the primary aim of the visit was to call on our ailing great-grand-aunt, and since we didn’t have much time, we could manage only a visit to the Mangalam Dam, some 10 km from our house. It’s an elevated area, a quiet retreat good for picnics and relaxation in the midst of thick forest.

Drive to Mangalam Dam.

Drive to Mangalam Dam.

Being summer, the weather was hot, and nature wasn’t in its full bloom. Nevertheless it’s a lovely place to spend a day. There is a Kerala government tourism project to develop this area. But like most government projects, nothing seems to be happening.

Inside the dam premises.

Inside the dam premises.

Mangalam dam. In summer it's not operational and engineers are utilizing the time for maintenance.

Mangalam dam. Right now it's shut down for maintenance.

The dam, built in 1956, stands over the Cherukunnapuzha which is a tributary of the Mangalam river. Around 50 km from Palakkad town, the dam was built for irrigation purposes. Right now as there is no water, the dam is undergoing repairs.

Cherukunnapuzha over which the dam is built. During rainy seasons, the river is full bank to bank.

Cherukunnapuzha over which the dam is built. During rainy seasons, the river is full bank to bank.

The dam is situated near a thick forest.

The dam is situated near a thick forest.

Cut off from e-world

For a good three days I was off internet, not out of choice but by compulsion. My GPRS wasn’t connecting. Initially, I felt odd. After a couple of attempts, I gave up; didn’t bother to even find out why; and was enjoying the freedom from ‘outside influences’. This definitely helped me relax. I guess it’s a good idea for internetphiles like me to go off the e-world once in a while.  


We started back on Tuesday around 7.30 am. Had lunch at Salem around 1 am. Stopped at the Nilgiris at Hosur for snacks at 4.30 pm. We were back home around 6.45 pm.

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Trip to Mekedatu

One of the getaways not too far from Bangalore is Mekedatu: about 100 km one way, just right for a day’s outing. And that’s where we decided to head for on April 7, a holiday. There were nine of us and we hired a Tata Sumo.

When it comes to outings such as this, arguably the best guides are the bloggers’ accounts. There are quite a few, and from them we got a fair idea of what awaited us.

Mekedatu (translated in Kannada as “goat’s leap”) is a rocky terrain where river Cauvery flows. There is a deep gorge, and the gap between the rocks at a particular spot is where a goat is said to have made a leap. (An elaboration on the legend is welcome.) This spot is some 5 km from the Sangam, the confluence of Cauvery and Arkavathy rivers. Direct access by road is only till this Sangam.

After reaching Sangam to reach Mekedatu, one needs to cross the river — carefully walk across during summer or use a boat when there is lot of water — and either trek up the wooded slope or hop on to a bus.


Though we decided to leave at 8 am, the vehicle arrived late. So it was 9.45 am when we left. None us, not even the driver, knew the way; we only had a rough idea of the direction; and we headed straight on the Kanakapura Road.

Being a holiday, there wasn’t much traffic. After some 25 km, the vast stretches of land, the greenery and the unobscured view of the blue sky gave us the unmistakable and refreshing feeling of being out of the city.

The road was the best relief: but it also left us puzzled as to why the globally renowned Bangalore city has to put up with potholed roads.

But as we neared Kanakapura town we ran into a horrible stretch. To our bad luck, it proved too hard for even the Bangalore-hardened tyres of the Tata Sumo. About half an hour was spent there in replacing the flat tyre.

We then travelled through rural areas bareft of any signs of modernity. We saw many huts and cattle; and some stretches gave us a feeling of being in the midst of some rustic hinderland. As we went ahead, we nursed a regret: of not getting the flat tyre patched up. It worried us as well: what if another tyre gets punctured?

We even conjured up adventurous scenarios of staying over in the village huts and calling up the office the next day to say we aren’t reporting for work since we are stuck in a remote village!

Some 10 km before the Sangam, we saw signs of human life, and without losing time we asked where we could get the puncture fixed. We were lucky to find a place. The guy there said it would take at least 30 minutes but we were ready to wait longer.

After some 45 minutes, we resumed our journey. It was almost 1.45 pm and we were hungry. Seeing the road, we felt we took the right decision to get the tyre fixed.

In another 20 minutes we reached the Sangam. We had our food, and then got into water. The water didn’t look deep, and we held each other’s hands and crossed the river.

Close to the other bank, we splashed water on each other and had good fun. Quite drenched, we ventured to explore the other side. Some 5 km ahead is Mekedatu. It was close to 3 pm,and since we were already running late, we almost abandoned the idea of going ahead.

Just when we about to return to the river, we saw a ramshackle bus revving up. That was the shuttle bus which takes passengers to and from Mekedatu.

Some quick enquiries about the time we would be back, and we clambered on to it. One rickety contraption called bus, it rattled its way ahead. Sitting or standing, one had to struggle to keep from falling. The to and fro fare is Rs 40 per person.

One could see the deep gorge and Cauvery river flowing by the beautiful rocks.

Around 5 pm we were back at the Sangam. There was another round fun in the water, when all of us got completely drenched head to toe. At 5.45 pm we called it a day. We rounded off the trip with a chilly bhaji and omelet party.

At 6.15 pm we started our return journey. The sky at dusk presented a spectacular view. We noticed that much of that village stretch had no street light. We saw an accident – a motorcycle had come under the wheels of a bus.

We were in Koramangala around 9.15 pm, and we got into Anand Bhavan restaurant for dinner. A customer-friendly place with a warm ambiance. With lots of space, friendly staff, and quick service, it was a great way to sign off the Ugadi outing.

Though we started off late, and lost time due to the tyre problem, on the whole it was a fantastic trip.


It pains to see the place is crying for attention of the tourism corporation. The nature’s beauty is marred by bottles, paper plates and other litter scattered all over. There is no good restaurant: only roadside eateries; no hospital or first aid facility for emergency; no communication facilities: mobile phones go dead; no petrol pump or automobile workshop.

Indeed there is a sense of adventure in missing out on these; but the complete lack of an institutional support mechanism to face an emergency is a serious shortcoming. The scope to develop the area by keeping the natural tranquility and roping in local people is a lot. The hundreds of tourists who come to this place deserve a better deal.

Will the Karnataka State Tourism Development Corporation do something?

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