Aboard of snakes

Writing from a shaky train is indeed hectic. Yet it is said that a dream should be retrieved in 10 seconds before it crawls up to smokey memories. This was my first trip with friends. One of the numerous ones yet to come. Apart from travel philosophy, jotting down places and routes in a legible language seemed common sensical. Thereby I begin. The train took off at half past eight on a chilly night. Beyond giggles of the wierdest butterflies tickling on my gastric tract, there was a hope of bashfully dying from an anaconda in the  land of snakes, Agumbe. The train hauled at Manglore by 4:30 AM. On a minivan , we took out to the RK Narayan’s fictious depiction of Malgudi, near Shimoga in Karnataka. Most of the water bodies were oozing out and bridges were shaken and cracked up, limiting the number of accessable routes to a bare minimum. We stopped at Karnataka sunset point which tragically collapsed two hours after we left. The air turned moist and windy as the bus rushed through the pocket road between the lush greens. The last time I felt the gush of misty rain on my cheek was at Wagamon, a few years back. Agumbe had a pretty natural vibe with a number of natural springs and slimy reptiles luring around them. Took a sneak peak the locations depicted in the movie ‘swami and friends’. Walking through the waters of knee depth, somehow superimposed the denser forests of idukki into the scene. We freshened up and proceeded to Sirimani falls. The plunging force and the raging  water current discouraged people from taking dips .Yet the vigour of the splash was enough for the onlookers to avail a teeth chattering free shower from nature. We went to Shringeri town , freshened up and visited a temple complex that looked much like Mahabalipuram. The echoing ohms and Stony warmth was quenching enough to relieve all home sickness. A brief exploration for laddoo cravings at night proceeded to chit chats , laughs and sleep. Talking about the food, the sambar in this region is sweet with jaggery and chutneys have a minty tint to them. The next morning we climbed up a small hill called Kundandri by the locals. The fog that blanketed the hill almost blinded our sights. A special memory that lingers with this trip is the misty rain which followed us like a grateful doggy. We proceded on to a Durga temple , trekked on a Gingee model hill. Time lag and a train to catch made us take us the kuthiremugh forest route. We caught the Anthyodaya express and here I am , broke yet happy😊.



Brain piknic

Fuck off!!!..screamed the tripped up nerves that wound the brain like umbilical cords. All the seven wild horses of the mind strutted and galloped through out the flashy night. They constantly changed forms and slyly slithered  in and out through  the brain and skin and heart and blood, precisely ,like hissing pythons with icy scales. At an unpredictable point of the moment, the body travelled across a million time frames. Mesmerised was the mind, with swift passing of each door frame. Each door dawned in a hundred realisations . The  mind after an adventure quenched it’s thirst with the flashy lights which flowed in like springs from the great valley after which it was caught between the hurricanes of sexuality and spirituality. With a deep sigh , the mind saw the union of the two mamothic swirls in the wind . The terrible impregnation bore the fruit of religion..Fuck off ! Screamed the tripped up nerves. Like brave warriors ,it fought all meagre insecurities that forged in the darkest shadows  over its pristine mind..