Sunday, August 25, 2013

Strangers I met along the way

"The more I traveled the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends".
                                                                                                                                    - Shirley MacLaine
Before I start to pen down my thoughts on the kindness of some strangers I have come across so far, the insecurities and the  horrible stories of rape victims, haunts me in the hindsight. Right from childhood, we have been taught to be wary of strangers. "Don't accept chocolates from anyone..Don't go behind someone if they call or offer you something..etc" are few words that are deep-rooted within us. And if you are an "Indian" girl child then the list of Don't-Do's is very huge that you might find it difficult to recall what not to do, before you step out of your home. Thanks to those news channels that notifies the glitches of the public (especially women ) security system to its citizens. Over time, the wariness turns into fear and over-protection thus arriving at a stereotypical thought that women and children must be kept confined to their homes to avoid any mishaps. Being more prudent to strangers is always appreciated but do not let the fear to make you house-bound, to stop you from what you might have pursued otherwise. A day has come, where the foreign tourists tremble to even list "India" in their travel itineraries. Let us, set aside the fear for a while and begin to appreciate the kindness and hospitality of a fellow stranger whom every one of  us would have certainly met.

A Helping Hand
Rewinding my memories as much as I can , I finally arrive to cite a stranger who helped me when I was ten years old. It was a  broiling afternoon and I was on my way home from school. My school bus had just dropped me on the side of the Main road and I usually go home with my brother. As he was sick that day, I was left all alone to cross the road which was rather busy at its peak.There is no signal or traffic police to guide the pedestrians,  making it difficult to cross the road. I remember, my brother once told me that two-wheelers and four-wheelers usually pause for a while for school children to cross the road but that day I realized  he was wrong. 

After a bit of progress with my heavy bag of books and lunch-bag, all my efforts to cross the road were in vain. Suddenly from behind, I realized that someone is trying to get a grip of my fingers and soon realized that the person was helping me to cross the road. She was in her twenties with a mellow smile and she did not utter a word, leaving my own conscience to figure out what she was trying to do. Her genial act of kindness forced me to befriend her and found out that she lives around the same area where I live in. I was in fact pleading her to pay a visit to home and she did not resist either. I introduced her to my parents that she helped me while crossing the road. Though they were surprised to know that I have found some peculiar circumstances to befriend someone, they expressed gratitude and queried about her whereabouts. Soon, we became close and she often visits our home until we stayed there. 

A Stranger-cum-Celebrity
The train was all set to depart from Chennai to Coimbatore and I was on board with my family who were trying to place  the luggage up in the garret of the train. I was seated comfortably right next to a lady who was busy in conversation with her husband who came for her send off. I overheard the conversation and I still remember him telling his wife to be careful while using the bathroom in train and not to get down at any station, as if that was her first travel in train. Nevertheless, he seemed so caring and protective over his wife. The train left the station. Few minutes later , she ordered a masala dosa and so did I. We both could not complete even half of it. I headed towards the basin to dispose the remnants and she followed me. She greeted me with a smile and I noticed that her eyes were too attractive and her lustrous hair as thick as a wire but very short and  blunt. We both were back to our seats. Soon she broke the silence in our compartment by asking a question, "Are you Jeevitha? ".  I was taken by surprise  that how did she  know my name when my parents haven't spoken a word to me since we boarded the train. 

I replied positive and asked her how did she know my name.She then clarified that before boarding the train she and her husband saw the name-list of passengers that is stuck near the door of the coach in order to know whether the next passenger was a male or female. If it was a male, her husband would have asked the TTR to change her seat. She was very much interested to know about my whereabouts and I told her that I'm on my way home and I have just completed my 12th std counselling in Anna University, Chennai. Soon I came to know that her husband was none other than Mr. Badava Gopi  who is a media-entertainer and the sole anchor of King-Queen-Jack, a comedy show in Star Vijay back in 2007.  I told her that I'm not aware of that show because I was studying in a boarding school and we are not supposed to watch television.

The journey with her was so interesting that she shared me how she met her husband in Loyola College and loved each other. She was blessed with two children and shared a family photo with me. I told her that she was having a long hair and now she looks very different with a short boy cut. She replied that she has tonsured her hair at Tirupati , owing to her daughter's prolonged illness. During the course of our journey, we shared lot of stories and she even jotted down some of my kadi-jokes and assured me that she will tell her husband to use them for his comedy show. We shared our phone numbers and promised to stay in touch. It was a feel-good journey and I waved good-bye to those beautiful eyes of hers. After so many years, I saw her with her husband as a contestant in "Jodi Number 1", a dance show hosted by Star Vijay. I was shell-shocked to hear her say that she lost her daughter and wanted to fulfill her daughter's wish by participating in the dance show. It was evident that they both were trying real hard to dance but the spirit and the urge to fulfill their little daughter's wish moved the crowd deeply and nonetheless, they both were truly inspiring.

And so the bottom-line is
There are so much more strangers who are indeed so helpful and inspiring .Writing about each one of them would make this blog too hard to finish. I have met both men and women who offer their seats for elderly people, who insist the bus drivers to slow down the bus  when he drives rashly, to demand the right thing to the public when something goes wrong, right from lifting up heavy luggages to offerring a helping hand when one is totally lost - there are good people around. I have even come across an autorick driver who bargained to reduce the auto fare on behalf of me to another autorick driver which is so rare in India.  Their efforts might be belittled but they are often an inspiration for the ones who secretly admire them.  

Ignorance is not a bliss anymore. Educating oneself with possible self-defense tricks, trying to be as native as possible, circumspect the surroundings for a while and then asking directions to the right person, being more watchful while traveling alone - all these can actually mitigate the fear of being lost or molested by a stranger. Most importantly a fully charged mobile and enough money in the wallet will be the best rescuers. The bottom line of the whole write-up is to show that there are people with morale and humanity. Accidents and mishaps are prone to happen in every nook and corner of the world and for a densely populated country like India, the situation tends to be  more out of control. 

Instead of dwelling in the insecurities that the newspapers and news channels have over-hyped to the public, lets focus on being more judicious so that nothing can hinder us from what we really wish to do. Remember, human-beings are social creatures, we are here after all to help others and helping others will in turn make us feel good.




Tuesday, August 20, 2013

As a secret admirer...

A Train Journey from Coimbatore to Bangalore...

There must be few faces in everyone’s life one can never forget. After all they may be a part of your life for not more than five minutes but the effect they triggered on your mind will last for a lifetime .

Two years back, one cold Sunday night I was getting myself ready to board Coimbatore Express at Tirupur Railway station with my brother. After spending a cozy weekend with family , I’m all set to leave for work at Bangalore.For those who spend most of their time away from home, it feels so blissful while travelling towards home from any part of the world but the journey from home to school\work there is always a mild heartache no matter how pleasurable mode of transport one adopts!

I confidently followed my brother who was walking towards the allotted berth.  My eyes were rather busy gazing at the passengers in each compartment to make sure I don’t miss any known faces  in the train because meeting them can potentially mitigate the mild heartache I had which I mentioned earlier. Finally I spotted something that was unexpected. A Man who must be in his 30’s who was sitting in the side lower berth threw a mellow smile at me and my brother, as an acknowledgement for sharing the same compartment.

After settling  all the luggage, I occupied the lower berth and my brother gave me the blanket, shut the window and climbed up. Like everyone around, if you have nothing to do during a long journey, you start observing the person beside you, So did I.This Man who was so relaxed in pose, resting one of his elbows over his wife’s knee and he was reading a magazine. He did resemble Srinivas, Playback Singer in side angle (c’mon he was in side lower..that’s the only angle I had ). His wife was fast asleep and was hiding herself completely underneath the warm blanket. I compelled myself to close my eyes  and get some sleep but I could not. I realized the lights were on and this Man was reading. Soon he realized that the light was disturbing fellow passengers and he was about to sleep too. As it was cold and breezy, the blanket moved away uncovering his wife’s feet. I never thought he would have observed it and it was surprising for me to look at him covering his wife’s feet, pulling the blanket and stuffed a little under her feet to make sure it doesn’t move away again. He climbed his upper berth and just after few seconds he climbed down, shut the window, and climbed up again peacefully.

This whole scene seriously took less than five minutes and for almost everyone this entire narration might have appeared to be “a man climbed up and then came down to shut the window and climbed up again”, as simple as that! The whole intent of this note is to portray the thoughtfulness of the husband towards his wife.The person showed a lot of care which his wife is completely unaware of and she will never know what happened last night. I was happy to witness it that there still exists unintentional love. the love that doesn’t need to be acknowledged even by the receiver but still flows at its end for nothing but for love’s sake.


Mild heartache was no more next morning. The train reached K.R puram, our destination. I saw these couple walking across the platform with their fingers twined. I thought it was a pleasant scene to set off a morning.It’s been two years now and I have met lot of people who keep their spouse’s picture as their mobile wall paper, wife\family photo in their wallet and also I do hear people leaving office to take care of their sick wife\husband (hope it’s true) and wish they really love one another. It’s time to reconsider my stereotypical thought as - FEW couples do have a happy (or at least not so horrible) life after marriage!!!






Saturday, June 29, 2013

Monsoon. Solitude. Goa

Travel for travel's sake. Though the very  thought of wandering to some places was to invite some distraction and to break the evilness of daily routine , at the end of the journey, distraction turned out to be a fulfillment. No itineraries. In fact I did not plan to have one. It was a two member trip (with my dearest friend and travel buddy, Ramya Sundaram).We opted to travel by train - Vasco Express - a train en route Goa.

Travelling in train is a bliss.Travelling in a train that navigates its course through a wide range of mountains, thin streams, gushy waterfalls, lush green tress, dense forests,  misty peaks and algae-stricken tunnels then it's definitely a bliss in heaven. When the train travels past Londa (a few kilometers from Hubli), the visual treat starts. Light was very low and photography was a prayer for me. Many times I felt it was better to set aside the camera  and enjoy the beauty that is just a few feet away  rather than struggling to set the focus on the subject from a moving train.

The leaves were washed by pre-monsoon showers and rain drops were clinging on to the bars of the window ...To pamper all the senses I have got, ordered a hot ginger chai!

Greeneries - past Londa, Castle Rock


Here you go... The much awaited hero of the Vasco train journey... At this point, passengers  rose from their seats, glued their eyes at the window..to get a glimpse of the waterfall - Dhoodhsagar, popularly known as sea of milk. The train is now fitted with three engines -Two engines in the front to pull the train and one at the back to push it. Probably by this time you should have pictured how steep the mountain would be.

Found some space for myself n lens. Glimpse of the waterfall lasted not more than five seconds!


After a day-out in Calangute, next day we both were set to have ride towards Anjuna. It was off-season time, rarely you can find some human population around.Most of the time it was just the two of us thus  favoring to enjoy nature without much of  a disturbance.The ambiance was left unspoiled, lucky we both were.

We saw the path but never know where it leads to. Not knowing where it leads to  what inspired us to travel further. The drizzling  was intermittent. It was intermittent enough that journey was not hindered and in fact the road was gleaming, rain drops on every blade and every edge of the leaf.

Close your eyes and you will feel  green not dark...

Objects in the mirror are greener than they appear...


We were accompanied by solitude :) If someone asks who was around.., without a blink of thought I would answer with the aforementioned oxymoron. Anjuna was restless at its peak  and I could witness its waves craving for a handshake with us. Trust me, the waves were too huge. It must have been few meters high. I say this because, I was already standing on a cliff and the waves can be seen at eye level.

Anjuna Beach

A Goa Classic Trio... Coconut tree , Sky and The Arabian Sea 

Houses, gardens, farm grounds and churches on either side are pleasant and beautiful. Be it a feed for your creative part of the brain or intellectual part by thinking about the portugese architecture - One just cant ignore those pleasantries.

Radha n Krishna - on the way we met the couple.Too hard to ignore them and pass by :)

Right after clicking the above picture, we were hit by the showers.This time there is no escape. You have not experienced monsoons unless you are completely drenched in the western ghats. Thank God! We left the umbrella at the hotel.

Pre-Monsoon Showers

Shopping at Calangute was no different from other traditional beach side tourist spots. May be the Corals below grabbed a bit of attention and nonetheless, everything else was the same. The garlands made out of shells contributed to the rest of the expo in the shop.

Corals from Calangute


After having English breakfast at Bardays inn, comprising scrambled egg with poi bread, ginger tea, green pea with stewed potatoes and tuna fish - We both were all set to depart and proceed to checkout. The same train journey for our return and wasn't bored a bit.

Resting on my friend's lap - I could see the biggest super Moon gazing at me and never know when I dozed off that night :)

Next day started afresh...