Thursday, April 23, 2009

Courtallam


Cool  Courtallam
Stayed in Courtallam from Aug. 5 to 8 2005; in between, we visited Srivilliputhur, stayed overnight and witnessed the car festival on the occasion of janma thithi of SriAndal.
We stayed at Room No. 202, K.R. Residency, opp. Bus Terminus, Courtallam – 627 802. Ph.: 04633 – 283100 / 283101 Mr. Nainar Pillai Cell: 98421 27009. The charges for four days are Lodging – Rs.1650 + Luxury Tax Rs.165 = Rs. 1,815/-
Train fare from Tirunelveli to Chennai Egmore by Kanyakumari Exp. No. 2634 is Rs. 1,144/- . From Chennai we reached Tirunelveli Junction (by Nellai Express), hired an auto and reached the residence of Mr. Kanthimathinathan in Palayamkottai. Had breakfast, reached Palayamkottai bus stand and boarded the bus for Tenkasi (2-3 hrs. travel) and from there by another bus for Courtallam (1/2 an hour ride). While returning also, we reached Nellai Junction by bus and boarded the Kanyakumari Express (Dep. 1900 hrs.) from there. Mr. Kanthi had come to the station to see us off. [It brought back memories of my stay in Nellai between 1969-1972.]
From Courtallam to Srivilliputhur, it takes about 4 hrs. by bus, via Rajapalayam. It was with some difficulty we could get a reasonably good accommodation, though in the 2nd floor, I suppose. After darshan at the temple, though heavily crowded, we returned to the lodge; in the morning we witnessed the car festival, returned to the lodge, and packed off to Courtallam. The wooden mandap built with the parts of an earlier temple car was wonderful.
In Courtallam, we visited the Shenbagadevi Falls, Main Falls, Little Falls (in the order of their flow; Then Aruvi is still higher and needs steep climb; hence dropped by us), Five Falls, Tiger Falls, Old Falls, and a private falls ……… In almost all the places, shops / lockers are available for keeping your belongings. The first two and the last three were visited by us only once. Five Falls was visited twice. Meera could bear and enjoy only at the Five Falls and Tiger Falls. I loved Old Courtallam falls, as it falls vertically from some distance and also less crowded and orderly. They allow the bathers in a batch for 3-4 minutes, but you can come in the queue as many times as you wish. Tiger Falls is f 5-6 ft. height and there is also a tub-like provision to soak yourself. Main Falls was also good, but Banu & Meera did not like it much. Little Falls is also okay. Shenbagadevi has grandeur and is also dangerous, as once we get inside the railing there is no escape; the force is strong and it makes us breathless; in addition, the pool in front is deep and dangerous. (Later, a net has been provided to prevent people diving into it.) Five Falls is enjoyable. Banu and more so Meera liked it, as there were some small flows that allowed her to breath freely. On the way there is a small lake and we had an enjoyable ride with greenery all around. We visited the temple and had darshan of Courtallanathar. We visited the museum and the park also. Naturally, there was some shopping also. Once there was the pleasant ‘saral’ (drizzle), for which Courtallam is famous.
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Poem-Two Roses

Wave No.30 Dec. 13 1983

Two Roses

- S. Balakrishnan

Two Roses, majestic and in full bloom

From the lawns of Raj Bhawan

Stealthily did I pluck them

To add luster to my drab dungeon

See you in the morn

Goodnight for now, I kissed the duo

As the kettle whistled with bed tea

I remembered my mom’s recipe

Wow, two rose petals in a cup of tea

Well, the tired roses would anyway soon die

Tired and hungry after office routine

In the evening did I return and ….

Now, only the twigs remain

Full of thorn and leaves so green

Well, what do you think of me?

Am I a stupid goat to eat them too?

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Dec. 10 1983 - 2nd Saturday. I visited my friend, Mr. P. Bhaskaran, in CRPF duty at Raj Bhawan. As I returned at 6 PM, I plucked two roses just in front of Raj Bhawan Secretariat. On the way, people looked questioningly - Roses for lover, eh? I put them in the bulb-turned-flower vase. He visited me on the 13th and asked about the roses - I showed him my tummy!

Poem-Bon Voyage

Wave No.29 Nov. 19 1983

Happy Sailing [Bon Voyage]

- S. Balakrishnan

Oh, come, together we shall sail

On a tiny yacht with colourful sail

Oh, come, together we shall hail

The wonderful East we can meet

If the seven seas we will beat,

We can laugh at the mad West

With the sun, moon & stars showing the route

And the friendly dolphins as our mate

Oh, come, it is a deal with our fate

Ah, dear, never you bother

It’ll be the safest journey ever

Please do come, we shall sail together

Just give me some paper for ship shaping

And an armchair for daydreaming

There we are, on our Happy Sailing!

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As I was crafting a paper ship at Cuttack Office on Dec. 18 1982 5 PM

Poem-The Outing

Wave No. 28 1983

The Outing

- S. Balakrishnan

The weather was superb, I mused

And, it would remain that, I knew too;

‘Cause, warned the weatherman,

It would rain cats and dogs

So I went on an outing

That was miserably memorable

Sweating up the hill with a burst tire

My knapsack was a total mess

Broken eggs, melted butter, wet matches

Bread and jam full with ants!

Self-pity overwhelming, as I slumped down

A bird shit on my head, a thorn pricked my bottom

As I opened the book ‘Stop worrying, start running’,

Weather prediction came true and it started raining

Need I to say that without thinking

I stopped worrying and started running!

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Provoked by the Hindi song “Oh, bemaan hai aaj mausam” broadcast by Vivid Bharati, Cuttack, in Nov. 1982

I wish you were here ...

Wave No. 27 Nov. 19 1983

I wish you were here…

- S. Balakrishnan

I wish you were here

At my side on the banks of Mahanadi

On a night like this one

When the moon is all shine

Oh, how I wish you were here

The stretch of silver sand

And the song of gentle waves

All but remind me of you

At my side, hand in hand,

Saying nothing but everything

Oh, how nice if you could be here

Whispering wind whisking your hair on my face

I wish you were here at my side

Near the river when the moon is all shine

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I think I composed this sitting on the banks of Mahanadi, Cuttack, reclining in the cement bench near Gadagadia Temple, on a full moon night - April 16 1981. In fact, the night I am putting this down on paper is only a night away from the full moon night.

Poem-How could I leave thee?

Wave No. 26 Nov. 18 1983

How could I leave you?

- S. Balakrishnan

Yes, I would still prefer to be in Orissa.

The winter maybe cold & unfriendly

The summer, too hot there

And, when the rains do come at last,

The roads are dirty & rivers in full fury

But, still ...how could I leave you?

The lovely air, crisp & healthy,

And the cool waters of Mahanadi,

I had not breathed enough

I had not drunk enough

How could I leave so soon?

The crowded bazaar -

Full of life & colour

With scents of flowers

Handsome arts & crafts

Friends - few but sincere- and

The happy moments we spent together

Monuments of lore standing high

And the colourful functions & festivities

Mahanadi, the eternal charmer of me,

How could I ever leave thee?

The awesome sunrises, enchanting twilights

And the amorous full moon nights -

I had shared these most beautiful moments -

Walking, pedaling & boating - with you

Tell me; oh tell me, how could I ever leave thee?

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Note: A letter dated 27th April 1983 from Janab Syed Taher Ahmad, Cuttack (Indian Bank) reached me in Madras (now Chennai) on the 30th. I was in Madras on leave, for my B. Com. III year exam when I had been transferred from Cuttack in Orissa to Gangtok in Sikkim. I had informed him of this development. In his reply, he had said, “Life in Cuttack is dull, drab & insipid. Summer is scorching. Days hot, evenings breezeless and load shedding in nights!’, and had asked, “Still would you prefer Cuttack?’. Thus ended his lovely letter, which I was munching on May 1, without concentrating on my lessons, when this poem (if one can call so) arose.

Indira Point - At the confluence of Indian Ocean


At the confluence of the Indian Ocean
S. BALAKRISHNAN
Indira Point is the southern tip of Great Nicobar Island.

Photo: Reuters

LAND'S END: Beautiful, and as yet unspoiled.

"From Kashmir to Kanyakumari" — is how India is described to symbolise unity and integration. But, from the geographical point of view, Kanyakumari is not the real southernmost point of the Indian land mass. It is Indira Point, or Parson's Pygmalion Point
Indira Point is the southern tip of Great Nicobar Island, the biggest island in the Nicobar group.
The place was earlier called Parson's Pygmalion Point. After a visit to the place by the then Prime Minister of India, Mrs. Indira Gandhi, it was renamed Indira Point. Campbell Bay is the main and only town of Great Nicobar Island, and is also the port town. The North-South Trunk-road from the town leads to the Point. The Galathia flows across. It is one of the few perennial rivers found only in the Great Nicobar Island. The Nicobar Islands were once the domain of Rajendra Chola I of Thanjavur in Tamil Nadu (ruled from 1014 to 1044 A.D.). The islands find a mention as "Nakkavaram", which could have given the island the name Nicobar. The Galathia was then known as Kalathi.
Shy Shompens
The island of Great Nicobar is the home of the Shompen tribal group. They belong to the Mongoloid race, they are very shy by nature and shun contact with outsiders; hence they are known as "Shy Shompens".
This island is also the home for the Megapod bird. Only a few families of people working at the Lighthouse live at the South Bay. The lighthouse rises to a height of 100 ft. Compared to Kanyakumari, the commercialised southern tip of India, Indira Point is beautiful, as yet un-spoilt.
The tsunami of December 26, 2004, has left not even a trace of former landmarks. Being so close to the epicentre, the Point has subsided by about 4.5 m. (15 ft.). It has cost the lives of people living there, including a group of international scientists who were there on a research project.
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