Friday, February 23, 2024

In Appreciation!!

 

Date: 23rd February 2024

We will remember this day in a long time to come…it was like opening a new chapter. Before I present the details of what made me say this, I need to go back to 1985. It was a chance meeting of my yet-to-be wife. Venue: my sister’s home! This happened during an official visit that took me to India Cements in Tirunelveli. A casual call from the site office to my sister and she convinced me to visit her at Bangalore before heading to my home base at Kolkata. She had asked this girl to visit her home with her grandmother without giving her an inkling that she in the midst of a match fixing.

That chance meeting changed my life as I instantaneously said yes, but my wife-to-be took three months’ time to give her consent. The only flaw that made bold headlines was I was settled in Kolkata and this girl had not travelled north of Hyderabad and Kolkata was notoriously known for strikes, hartal, bandh, Industrial unrest and what not…Kolkata was also known to be the most populated city in the country and downright filthy. For a person having lived her life in the cool garden city, moving to Kolkata was like a nightmare. However, she gathered enough courage to give her consent and before our marriage on 15th November, we met for a half day engagement function on 28th August 1985.

This was the first time I was getting to know her and getting introduced to her extended family. Between two brothers, one of them my late father-in-law, they had 8 children. My wife was the lone girl child amongst her three brothers and it was one son and three daughters in the case of her father’s younger brother.  Since my late father-in-law had met with an untimely death, his younger brother had assumed the responsibility of all the 8 children. What was amazing to me was how close nit the 8 siblings were. It was great to see them stand for each other from their young days while I couldn’t say the same about my three sisters and myself. We were a divided lot ready to lodge complaints against each other to our parents at the drop of a hat. And so, when I saw the unity amongst these eight siblings, I was pretty much impressed.

Fast forward to the current times, this bonhomie amongst the siblings continues, although each has traveled different paths – paths that they have carved for themselves. To this day, whatever be the function, the eight come together and celebrate with full gusto as if they were still together living as a joint family and sharing all the joy. But I must add that it has not been a cake walk for all…in each of their married lives they have faced issues that could have torn them apart but for the fact that they could lean on each other and draw their strength from each other and carry on with their lives, one day at a time. The joys of sharing experiences!

Tragedy of unfathomable proportions has been faced by my wife’s eldest brother, his wife and their daughter when they lost their son at his young budding age of twenty. He was a very smart boy, a great friend to all his batchmates in Goa, a great student to all his teachers where he had chosen to pursue a career on a subject of his choice. He was a poet, guitarist, singer, creative photographer et al. We might never be able to reconstruct where a course correction could have been made to wean him away from that moment when he decided to take his life. I am sure his parents would have made an all-out effort if only he had given them an inkling of what was going through his mind. But he chose to keep all his thoughts to himself. A tragedy I wish no parent has to face in their lifetime.

Everyone of the sibling was devastated on hearing the news and they silently stood by the eldest, hoping against hope that he, his wife and daughter somehow come out of their sorrow…time honestly doesn’t heal. It does make the pain of losing a near and dear one become a permanent life partner with a “What-if” and “Why”! Answers to these questions remain elusive and keep disappearing into the unknow and distant future…

More recently, the youngest brother was diagnosed with a major heart problem which required multiple visits to Specialists, before settling for an open-heart surgery. It was the group of eight that stood with each other to overcome the sudden crisis like situation. Knowing that the youngest was financially not strong to take care of sudden medical eventualities, the eldest had purchased a medical insurance for him and three members of his family through Royal Sundaram. This insurance company has a very innovative scheme where the no-claim bonus is ploughed back to the principal coverage amount. This came in extremely handy as he was admitted for short lengths twice and the third time was for actual surgery. While there was a 20 to 30% copayment, the major cost was covered reducing the financing costs. But as a run up to the surgery, the entire family had to move in at their eldest brother’s house in Bangalore and were taken care for a good two months’ time.

If this is not what standing for each other means, then I don’t know what is a better definition. Between him and his wife, they left nothing to chance and took care of everything that was necessary to nurse him back on his feet. This was when I was reminded of the days when both the parents suffered silently having lost their only son on 1st November 2019. Looking at their extraordinary efforts to ensure that he gets the best of diagnosis and care during and after the surgery made me think how much these parents would have done for their son, if only he had chosen to give them a whiff of what were his thoughts at that particular instant. This brought back a flood of memories as tears welled into my eyes. If there is another lifetime we have to live, then I would wish for a caring sibling – none other than my wife’s eldest brother.

As I conclude my thoughts, I am sure each of the other seven siblings will have their own unique story to share and how I wish that each one shares their experiences to enrich the lives of our children and grandchildren. We must resolve to write and share our family history for its richness and sacrifices so that the coming generations beyond ours will get a glimpse of what and who we were!!

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Jai Sree Ram

Jai Sree Ram                                                                                                                    31/Jan/2024

The year 2024 started on a pretty mute note, as I look back to the last day of the year that has just gone by. My brother-in-law had faced a medical issue at Mysore sometime during mid-December. Upon taking a 2nd opinion at Apollo hospital in Bengaluru, he was asked to be admitted on 30th December 2023 for a cardiac related procedure. 

What appeared to be a quick solution – angiogram and angioplasty with insertion of 2 or 3 stents; it turned out to be a non-starter. His blood sugar levels were high and creatinine plus potassium figures were also beyond the normal levels. The doctors admitted him in ICU and put him on a medication drive to bring these critical parameters under control. The angiogram was finally done on 1st January 2024. The outcome was scary in the beginning. His attending doctor reported multiple blocks with various degrees of blockage and one being 100%. He totally ruled out angioplasty and transferred the case to another experienced cardiac surgeon in key hole and robotic surgery. This doctor painted a very dark picture and gave the patient 2-weeks time to bring all the vital parameters under control and keep it steady for a week before proceeding further.

Our R E College 42nd Reunion was scheduled for the 4th of January 2024. This was a special reunion with more than 110 of our batchmates signing up to attend with their spouse at Ooty. It had the promise of a grand gala reunion since we were meeting after a gap of 7 years. Not knowing when the next gathering would take place and how many of us would be around, quite a few of us were keen to attend and catch up with folks. It was a grand 3 days function starting at 11 AM on 4th January and closing on 7th January 2024.

My batchmate from Minneapolis had agreed to join me and my wife on our onward and return journey by our car. We left at 6 AM on 4th morning and proceeded on the Mysuru – Bandipur – Madumalai – Masinagudi - Ooty road. Madumalai to Ooty was on the ghat section with 36 hair pin bends and they were quite steep as we approached Ooty. At times I was worried if the car would able to make the gradient as I had to drive in 1st Gear. The road is one way to the hilltop and it becomes a nightmare if there is a slow-moving vehicle ahead of you. That was precisely my problem on the last 20 KM stretch where the hair pin bends were steep. A diesel Maruti Swift spewing thick black smoke indicating that its life was nearing its 15-year term was ahead of us. We had to keep the windows open as the A/C was put-off to garner max power for climbing. The smoke was hazardous and the Swift wasn’t in a mood to give way to us. In spite of these setbacks, we were able to reach Sterling Fern Hill resort by 11:45 AM.

For the next 3 days we had fun catching up and sharing our stories with the ones we were meeting after a gap of 42 years. The food was good, the programs and activities organized were superb and it was like going back in time. We missed a few outdoor fun activities because of the overcast skies and the continuous drizzle. The thick dense fog prevented us from even going for a morning walk. However, the day we started on our return trip the skies had cleared completely and the sun shone brightly. After a prolonged bye-byes we started around 8:30 AM. Surprisingly, after descending to 4,000 feet or thereabouts we encountered a thick fog with visibility of just 5 feet. We stopped for a while thinking the fog would clear. It didn’t and we took a chance to restart. Luckily the road was two-lane but almost for the entire distance on the hills, culverts were mnbeing extended and the roads were dug up narrowing it to one track at each culvert and that slowed us down considerably. We stopped briefly at Gudalur for a coffee break and to our surprise found that all eateries and shops had their shutters down. We spoke to a restaurant owner to understand the reason – he said a couple a days back a Cheetah had mauled a 6 year old child to death and this was the only way the townsfolks felt would force the local authorities to capture and encage the wild cat. Thankfully, the restaurant owner allowed us to take a bio-break!

It was past 12 noon by the time we reached Mysuru and stopped for lunch at the same hotel Siddharth where we had breakfast while going to Ooty on 4th January. Post lunch we hit the Mysuru-Bengaluru Expressway and reached our destination by 4:30 PM. Post dinner we went to meet my brother-in-law to check for his health and updates if any from his doctors. He was scheduled to meet his doctor the next day and underwent an echocardiogram to check the heart’s pumping efficiency. The same day we spoke to our astrologer, known to us for the last 25 years to seek her opinion regarding surgery. She gave an all-clear signal for the surgery. But the doctors had put him on a strong medication regime to bring all his vital parameters under control. For the next two weeks it was a wait and watch.

Another event that quietly took place was my elder son his wife and son accompanied my brother-in-law’s twin daughters to Mysuru for a week to help them appear for their class examinations. These exams significantly contribute to the overall total marks in each subject as the marks for class exams are 30% of the total. They were away at Mysuru from the 7th to 13th. They all returned in time for my 2nd daughter-in-law’s 30th birthday on 14th January 2024.

Sankranthi was on 15th this year, and we celebrated amongst my wife’s three brothers and their families at Elita. Since the 1st annual Karya of my Chikkappa (my father’s youngest brother) wasn’t concluded we hadn’t celebrated any festival the whole of last year. The annual Karya was scheduled for 4 days from the 17th to 20th January and it went of extremely peacefully at his home. We seek his blessings from wherever he is, from his dimension of time and space.

During a routine follow-up check at Apollo’s Bannerghatta road hospital, the attending surgeon sprang a surprise by asking for a PET Perfusion Test. He asked for this to get a better handle on the position of the blocked vessels and check which process, angiogram plus angioplasty or Robotic bypass surgery would be more effective. The PET Perfusion test is normally done at the Cancer hospitals since it is a necessity at these centres. The following day itself on 18th January 2024, this was done at HCG near Corporation circle. The test required doing the scanning twice, each time with a different tracer. One of these tracers spikes the blood sugar levels and through insulin the sugar levels are monitored and when it reaches an optimum level, the scan is done. We read the report once it was completed but couldn’t make head or tale out of it. The concluding statement was vague – it said both options are possible. I guess this put the attending doctor in a fix. They tossed it amongst themselves for some time and later decided to refer to a different doctor at Apollo’s Sheshadripuram Unit.

In the meanwhile, the most awaited event of the century was about to unfold in front of us on 22nd January 2024. Ram lalla’s Pran Prathishtapana was scheduled to be held in the newly constructed Ram Mandir at Ayodhya by The Temple Trust in presence of our PM Sri Narendra Modi in Abhijit Muhurat of Pushya masa between 12:09 and 12:38 PM. The whole nation was watching the event from their respective homes that was telecast live. I sat glued to the TV and watched all the events associated with the installation, Prana Pratishtapana and Puja thereafter. It was 500 years of wait for the Hindus of this nation to see their Maryada Purushottama Ram get back his rightful  place in Ayodhya. We feel blessed to be born during these times to witness such a historic moment being etched on stone. The feeling amongst all Bharatiyas was of extreme elation – it was as if each had achieved something formidable; something none had ever dreamed about. 

On 24th January 2024, my brother-in-law finally met Dr Anand Subramanyam, an expert on open heart surgery at Apollo, Sheshadripuram. This Doctor spoke positively about the outcome from this open heart surgery and gave an assurance that all would proceed well and that he deserved a chance to get better and feel better. He also mentioned that PET Perfusion Test wasn’t necessary at all and that came as a shock to all of us. It had cost Rs 16,500. This doctor ordered for another test called Doppler’s test in the neck region around the carotid artery. We guessed this was done to check if the blood flow to the upper region was adequate. It turned out to be acceptable. The doctor suggested that we should wait for another week for all his vital parameters to stabilize with all the new medication plus some additional ones prescribed by him for controlling the Blood Pressure and Pulse Rate.

In the meantime both, my wife and I met an orthopaedist to talk to him about our issues. Mine is an old issue of knee Osteo-arthritis besides lower back pain, pinching of the sciatica nerves and numbness in the toe region on both my feet. My wife’s problem is right shoulder pain that is a result of the diabetes medication she has been taking for the last 15 years. While I have tried acupressure and acupuncture for the last 2 and half years, it has not reversed the condition. Acupuncture helps to maintain the blood flow to the nerves and nerve endings so that they don’t perish. The option given to both were supplements and not pain killers. These supplements can be taken for short fixed periods and cannot be continued over long stretches. Both of us took the decision to try it out.

Today is the last day in the month of January 2024 and it’s a month and a fortnight since the ordeal started in Mysore for my brother-in-law. We are still waiting for the doctor to call us and give a date for his operation. We hope he does so in the first week of February 2024 and gives him a new lease of life.  

Amidst all these activities, I had managed to be at the Varadanjaneya swamy temple everyday in the evening between 6:45 and 8:30 PM to chant Shatanamavalli in praise of Lord Rama and his closest and favourite devotee, Lord Anjaneya. I did this religiously till the 22nd January 2024 when the Pran Pratishthapana was done at Ram Janmabhoomi at Ayodhya.

Viswanath R Rao 
11:53 PM

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Glorious Kashmir!

It was a sudden decision to accept the offer from my eldest sister for a visit to Kashmir. She had informed me that she had already booked 4 seats through Kesari Travels and if we accepted, she   would include the two of us, my wife and me on this conducted trip. But the caveat was, If Kesari could accommodate two additional in their overall group of 25.

 

I wasn't very sure that we would get the seats, especially because the dates were matching the dates of G20 Meeting at Srinagar on Tourism. I was a bit apprehensive too about security and what if something untoward happened. They proved to be baseless and imaginary.

 

Our seats were confirmed almost immediately. After landing in Srinagar, we came to understand that Kesari had made bookings for their customers from various places by GoFirst and since the Airline was grounded, 14 of the 25 in the Group did not turn up. Kesari was gracious enough to accept the smaller group of 11 and kept the entire circuit unchanged and did not compromise on anything.

 

Our group of 6 family members were my two elder sisters, my brother-in-law, my niece's mother-in-law and the two of us.

 

We took the Indigo hopping flight via Amritsar to Srinagar on 20th Morning. But for the long and boring duration of the flight and the 45 minutes halt at Amritsar, it was uneventful. At Srinagar airport, Kesari's Go-To person Manoj received us and assigned a Tavera for us six members to proceed to Hotel Jamaal. We were accompanied by our Tour Team Manager from Kesari, Deepak Gavali, who stayed with us for all the five days until we returned to Srinagar airport on 25th May.

 

Srinagar was pretty warm during day time reaching 35 deg C, but night times were quite cool with the temp dropping to 8 deg C. The hotel was in the centre of a huge property, owned by the Jamaal's and very neatly maintained with a massive garden of flowers. The rooms were excellent and service exemplary. The good part of travelling with Kesari is that their cost includes logistics (both air and road), boarding and lodging. If purchasing isn't something on your mind there are no additional expenses, but for the tips to the waiters and bell boys. But everyone gets tempted to buy and that is an individual choice.

 

Post lunch at the hotel, we spent a good deal of time at the huge emporium of Jamaals where everything Kashmiri is available viz, shawls, carpets, dress materials, fur/woollen caps, gloves, overcoats etc. We initially thought of walking the 2 KMs from the hotel to the edge of Dal Lake, but finally decided not to. Our 6-member family group consisted of senior citizens only and since this wasn't a part of Kesari's itinerary, we voted against taking a chance. We helped ourselves to plenty of snaps at the lovely garden at Jamaal's. Surprisingly sunsets are pretty late in the evening and it gets dark only at 7:45 PM. Likewise dawn at 5:15 AM...if it isn't raining!!

 

The next morning, we commenced our day sightseeing trip around Srinagar. We hopped on to the Tavera assigned to us and the first stop was at the Shankaracharya Hills. Security across Srinagar was on high alert due to the ensuing G20 Summit. Road to Shankaracharya hills wasn't crowded and we were able to reach it in 30 minutes from the hotel. The 250 Steps Climb was however tough on all of us. We however made it with a lot of huffing and puffing. There is a lovely Shiva Temple on the hill top and just a couple of steps down from this temple is where Adi Shankaracharya is said to have meditated. We discovered that climbing down can be a tad tougher than climbing up. The legs become wobbly and we need to be alert to avoid any mishaps.

 

Our next stop was at Ghat 15 of Dal Lake and each pair was given a paddle boat called Shikara. These paddle boats are operated by young Kashmiris, not older than 25 years. They are very courteous, soft spoken and brand ambassadors of Srinagar and Kashmir. Dal is the 2nd largest lake in Kashmir covering an area of 22 square KM's. It gets its water from the Jhelum River. Thanks to the G20, the entire lake had been completely cleared of the floating weeds. We did find a few mechanized weeds removing floating vessels doing its rounds. Our Shikara boatman kept playing the song from Kashmir Ki Kali starring Shammi Kapoor and Sharmila Tagore. All kinds of wares are sold through vendor boats. We had a fruit plate - fresh fruits grown in and around Kashmir. The biggest attraction is photo shoots in Kashmiri overalls. Both of us indulged in it and the trigger-happy photographer was very happy!! The boat ride lasts about an hour and half with additional time being given at an island called Char Chinar Island and then at a floating market. Post the photo shoot, we were taken to a tiny island where there is a Chinar Tree in the four corners. The island gets its name from the Char Chinar Trees. We were informed that Murad Baksh, brother of Aurangzeb built this island and planted the Chinar Trees. These trees are long lasting - upwards of 650 Years and the leaves turn Blood Red in Autumn from being Green in Summer. These protected trees, a pride of Kashmir, are now controlled and monitored by J & K Govt. Felling of these trees is banned and punishable by law. We met with a different set of photographers on this island and were sweetly led into more colourful costumes and snaps. We also took a short 5 minute speedboat ride around this island.

 

From the Char Chinar Island, we went to the floating market where our womenfolk were drawn and attracted by the various racks and racks of shawls and dress materials. Kashmiris are amazing sales people - they can sweet talk even the toughest naysayers to purchase. Once the purchases were done, we headed back to Ghat 15, collected prints of the photographs taken on the Shikara and headed back to hotel Jamaal for a late tasty and sumptuous lunch. Post lunch we headed to Shalimar Gardens and spent a good one hour amidst the greenery and colourful flowers. After returning from the Shalimar Gardens, we decided to take some rest.  My sisters however had spotted a nice Kashmiri Govt outlet round the corner and decided to explore. We had an early dinner and after getting instructions on the following day by our Tour Manager, we retired for the night.

 

I must not fail to mention that at Srinagar, security was given the utmost priority because of the G20 Summit from 22nd May to 24th May. While we did not face any delays on any road from Airport to Hotel Jamaal, we were told that there would be restrictions for the next three days. By and large our travel across Srinagar was smooth and peaceful with no delays anywhere, we however did not get a chance to visit the Market at Lal Chowk which has been recently spruced up as part of the Smart City Initiative and G20 Summit. We were also not allowed to go to the largest market in Srinagar, Polo View Market as this area was earmarked for the visit of all delegates from G20. While we visited Shalimar Gardens, we weren't allowed to go to the Best & I believe the most beautiful Nishat Gardens. Noticeably absent in and around Srinagar are Malls, Large Apparel (Branded) Stores. I did not see common brands like Bata, Lenskart, Fab India, Tanishq, Nike, Allen Solly, Levi's etc. None of the Hospital Networks namely Apollo, Manipal, Fortis are present. Fuel outlets are only maintained by Indian Oil Corporation. Telephone networks are mostly from BSNL and Airtel. Network is however good and all hotels have WiFi. The roads in Srinagar are extremely well maintained and smooth...much better than Bengaluru. We thought the State & National highways may not be great, but contrary to our thinking, all roads across J & K are extremely good. People in Kashmir thank the Modi Government for the great infrastructure.

 

We had an early breakfast on 22nd morning at Jamaal and started by a 20-seater minibus to Pahalgam. It was a 6-hour ride with a few halts on the way. The first stop was at Pampore, the land famous for Saffron cultivation. This is an endangered cash crop and grown only in this district of Pampore. It's a short plant, almost like a shrub. The purple flowers have crimson red stigmas or threads and these are plucked and dried before packaging. The original crimson red stigma when placed in a glass of water or milk slowly begins to change the liquid colour to yellow. The stigma doesn't dissolve but just gives out the colour and fragrance. If the colour changes to yellow and the stigma doesn’t dissolve, you know for sure, the saffron is pure. Cultivated area in this district is around 3,000 acres. Bulk of the saffron in the world is however cultivated in Iran...We alighted at one of the growers Outlet - U U Kesari where we also purchased Kesari, the special small size Almonds grown in this area and assorted dry fruits grown in Kashmir.

 

Our next pit stop was at Awantipora. This is in Pulwama district and while arriving at Awantipora we crossed the point where our soldiers were martyred. Awantipora is a historical place and has the ruins of a huge Shiva and Krishna temple. We did not stop at the Shiva temple. The Krishna temple was buried during a massive earthquake and remained buried for almost 500 years. Declared as a Heritage site, it is managed by ASI (Archaeological Survey of India). The song sequence "Tere Bina Zindagi se Shikwa to Nahin" from the film Aandhi starring Sanjeev Kumar and Suchitra Sen was shot at this site amidst the ruins of the Krishna Temple.

 

We moved on from here towards Pahalgam and the last pit stop was at an apple orchard. Two types of apples are grown in the Kashmir valley. The Green apple, also called the Golden Apple and the more well-known Red Apple. The Green apple has a shelf life of 1 year, but the red apple has a very short shelf life. This wasn't the season for plucking and on the contrary, we saw tiny apples that had just made their appearance on all the trees in the orchard. We were offered complimentary green apple juice at the orchard and were told that the fruits would be ready for plucking in the months of October and November.

 

We continued on our journey to Pahalgam, which was a three-hour ride from the apple orchard. While the scenic beauty for the entire part of the journey was amazing, the Tour Manager engaged us in Antakshari and we spent an hour and half singing songs amongst the group of 11 in Kesari Travels. At the foothills, we took a lunch break at a Jain hotel and we were treated to Pav Bhaji - Mumbai style. Pav as in Mumbai isn't available in Kashmir, but we settled for normal loaves of toasted bread. The Bhaji was excellently made. We were told that Kesari Travels have their own "Specialty" cooks who travel to the hotels where customers of Kesari travel to and cook one or two dishes for their guests. The rest of the food is prepared by the Locals. Famous and extremely tasty dishes are Cauliflower & Potato curry and Button mushroom & potato curry in Kashmir for vegetarians.

 

It was lunch time by the time we reached our hotel, Maharaja Palace at Pahalgam. The entire town is on hilly terrain and we had to take a steep downward slope towards the hotel entrance. It wasn't possible for the minibus to come down this slope and so we got down at the road above and walked towards the hotel. As the name suggested, the rooms were extremely big, spacious and tastefully decorated, fit for a Maharaja. Although it was 2 PM in the afternoon, it was quite chilly and we pulled out our sweaters/jackets to keep ourselves warm. After a sumptuous meal, we hit the road again, this time in a Sumo & Tavera towards Chandanwadi, 16 KM's from Pahalgam. The temperature was 8 Deg C at this place. Chandanwadi is the starting point or the base camp for devotees traveling to Amarnath caves. From Chandanwadi there are three modes to cover the route length of 32 KM's to Amarnath Cave which houses the Tall Ice Shiva Linga. By walk, pony ride or helicopter. During winter months the whole of Pahalgam gets covered in snow. Since our visit was in Summer, the snow had turned into hard ice and the lower part was covered with mud making it look almost brown/black and dirty. Having come all the way both my wife and I took the chance of walking on the icy snow. It was slippery and dangerous. We had to tread very cautiously and avoid falling down awkwardly. We did slip a couple of times but to our luck retained balance. There were a lot of visitors at Chandanwadi and as usual, the place was strewn with used paper covers, plastic bottles and filth. Indians somehow treat their own country with scant regard for cleanliness. The entire J & K has maintained a very clean, plastic free surrounding, except for some of these tourist spots where people travel in hordes and dirty the place with their litter. People need to learn to treat their environment as their home.

 

On the return trip from Chandanwadi to Pahalgam, we stopped for a Photo-shoot at Betaab Valley. Originally known as Hagan Valley, it became popularly known as Betaab Valley after the popular Hindi film Betaab was released in 1983 starring Sunny Deol and Amrita Singh. After taking a couple of long-distance snaps we headed back to Maharaja palace for evening tea. Kesari had organized team games around a bonfire within the campus of the hotel and our team of 11 plus a few other guests from the hotel thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

 

The following morning, we started as usual at 8:30 AM in our minibus to Gulmarg. The journey was covered with two stops, the first at a Cricket Bat Factory and outlet, "Alpha Sports". Good cricket bats are made from Kashmir Willow and English Willow. The factory we visited have acres of land growing Willow trees and a small section is reserved for the English Willow. This industry is more than 100 years old in Kashmir and cricket bats used by our players are all from Kashmir. It takes 25 years for a tree to fully grow before being chopped for processing. Once the trees are felled, they are cut to the requisite size and left to being seasoned in the open, generally roof tops for 10 to 12 months. Speciality of Willow wood is the softness to work on it by the skilled workforce, its strength and its ability to absorb shocks. For the rough cut, machines are used, but the final shape is entirely handcrafted. Before the web shape at one end of the handle is inserted into the V groove of the bat, the bat is compressed in a hydraulic press, giving the striking portion additional strength. The factory we visited to see the entire process, incidentally has supplied cricket bats to Sachin Tendulkar. Sachin was known to have used very heavy bats during his playing years. There was a wide array of bats on display in their showroom...we picked up two autograph bats as a memento.

 

Our next halt was at a Carpet making factory and outlet, "Arts & Crafts Bazaar”. The good part about Kesari Travels is they have befriended the local folks and factory owners and in return the factory owners provide an educator cum sales person to guide the visitors around their factory explaining the finer aspects that go into manufacturing. These factories with their retail outlets also provide restroom facilities to the tourists. The best part is the Kashmiri drink Kahwa these outlets serve. Kahwa is an exotic mix of Kashmiri green tea leaves, whole spices, nuts and saffron, traditionally prepared in a brass kettle.

 

Regarding handmade carpets, we were given the following overview about the exotic varieties. The standard carpet sizes are 2' x 3', 3' x 5', 6' x 4', 6' x 9'. The number of knots are either18x18 or 20x20 per square inch. Primarily there are 4 varieties of carpets depending on what type of thread is used. These are Synthetic Silk on Merchandised Cotton; Silk on Silk; Silk on Cotton and Wool on Wool. Cost is worked out on the material and labour. They showed us a 6' x 9' carpet, silk on silk costing a few lakhs. If only one person were to work on this project, he would have taken 21 years to complete. The carpet was absolutely exotic and as they spun it around, its colours kept changing. Such carpets can also be used as a wall hanging!

 

We finally reached Gulmarg Resorts, our home for two nights at 3:00 PM. After relaxing a bit, we took a private Sumo for the five of us to do some local sightseeing. This was the only part we paid on our own; Kesari Travels had taken care of all our travel, boarding and lodging costs. It had begun to drizzle and the wind chill factor made us feel that the temperature was less than 6 Deg C. We visited the Maharaja Palace. Saw the Golf course from the outer boundary, Strawberry Valley and Maharani Temple. The Maharani had this Shiva Temple built and the name got stuck in people's minds. The Strawberry Valley was the biggest disappointment. We were informed that Strawberry farming was done during the British Reign. Post independence in 1947, farmers/owners in this valley only grew potatoes.

 

Back at the hotel, we were told by our Tour Manager that the next day, we would undertake the Gondola Ride, weather permitting. The climb is in 2 phases. In the first phase, cable car takes us from 8,750 ft to 10,500 ft. The 2nd phase takes people from 10,500 ft to 14,250 ft. The visibility was very poor with dense mist/fog and low hanging clouds. However, we were lucky to get into the 1st phase of the ride. We had taken adequate precautions from the biting cold and constant drizzle. Gumboots and Overcoats were available on hire and we had waterproof gloves and caps that covered our ears, besides the additional hood of the overcoat. It came in handy. As we got out of the cable car at the first level, we did not encounter snow. We also came to know that Phase 2 was cancelled for the day due to poor visibility. Guides however told us that they would take us to the base of the snow-clad mountains and undertake a few activities on the snow. We found the going very tough as the constant drizzle had made the entire stretch slippery. My wife and I braved it out by negotiating the slippery slopes with help from the guides and Skiing Sticks. None of our other family members took the risk of walking up to the snow-clad zone. After posing for a few photographs, we slowly started our way back to the Gondola. By the time we decided to return, the mist appeared from nowhere and visibility was reduced to less than 20 ft. With help from guides, we reunited with our family at the midpoint and slowly trudged back to the Gondola and later down to the base. It really was adventurous, but scary at times. One wrong step on the slippery slope would have broken a few bones...

 

Back at the hotel, Gulmarg Resorts, we asked for hot tea to get some warmth back and later went for lunch at 2 PM. We were free for the rest of the day. Both my sisters went shopping at the local market place and bought articles that were cheaper than at Srinagar and better quality. Before dinner, our Tour Manager organized a Housey-Housey game and spent considerable time going over the past 5 days trip, the places we had covered, the factories we had visited etc. It was a nice gesture from his side to help us recall what we had done as a team in the past few days. The following day was a simple check-out at 8:45 PM and Travel to Srinagar Airport by the same minibus and take the flight back home.

 

Little did we know what was in store for us on the return journey by Indigo Airlines. Our path was Srinagar to Delhi and then a change of flight from Delhi to Bengaluru. The security checks at Srinagar are quite elaborate. Baggage screening is done twice just to ensure that the first screening was not incorrectly done. To our dismay the baggage belt conveyors at the check-in counter were dysfunctional and the check-in was delayed. I think this was a cue that the return wouldn't be a smooth ride. True to the "Signs" our Delhi flight was delayed and Indigo decided to re-route us via Mumbai. While they confirmed us six people and issued boarding passes on both sectors, they didn't tell us if the Mumbai flight was delayed. In fact, it was...instead of leaving at 8:10 PM it finally departed at 9:45 PM and we missed our connecting flight at Mumbai. We were once again at the mercy of Indigo Ground staff to give us fresh boarding passes and ensure that our checked in luggage accompanied us. Instead of getting the 00:50 hrs flight to Bangalore, we were put on a flight leaving Mumbai at 7:00 AM from T1. It was an ordeal to move from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1. After spending a Sleepless Night in Mumbai airport, it was a relief to learn that the flight was ON Time at 7 AM! We heaved a sigh of relief and returned home without any further delays, thus bringing the flight saga to a close!!

 

A final word: Kashmir is indeed the Crown of India and Paradise on Earth! It’s an absolute MUST that all Indians must visit this place, at least once!!  


 

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

From Unreal to Real!

 From Unreal to Real!

In the recent past, I have experimented with an Indian variant of acupressure – It’s a Holistic Approach, combining the best of Ayurvedic remedies with traditional Acupressure. This method of acupressure relies on parallel pressure points on the back of palms. By applying pressure using small diameter metallic rods with blunt serrations on knuckle joints, the affected area is activated into an auto correction mode. In order to keep the pressure on the acupoints for a minimum of 2 to 4 hours, the doctor uses various combination of seeds, namely green gram, Black pepper, Wheat etc. places these seeds on these acupoints and wraps a surgical bandage around. This is a very effective way of keeping the pressure intact and it can get pretty painful by the time we are ready to unwrap the bandage.

While I am not sure if it helps build the protective tissues, it certainly helps reduce or eliminate the pain. And all this without any internal medication! I commenced my treatment with this doctor from 7th July 2021 and have been asked to visit his clinic for a sitting each day for one week initially. Later it will probably reduce to twice a week for a certain period. This alternative therapy promises to be a long term solution. From my visits so far, it is quite beneficial and I would certainly recommend this approach to all those suffering from similar issues and looking for a lasting solution.

Although the following is an unrelated incident, in my mind the dots seem to be connected…

This strange incident occurred on the night of 8th July 2021. Usually, I am a very light sleeper, the slightest of noise can wake me up instantly. However, during most part of my life, I do not recall having dreamt in my sleep…and this is counter intuitive. Dreamless sleep is when a person goes into a deep slumber and I certainly don’t belong to this category. All doctors have been trying to convince me that this is an impossible case. They claim that I do dream, but do not recollect or remember and this means that my dreams are not stored in the prefrontal cortex, which plays an important part in processing short term memories.

On nights when I get 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I consider myself very lucky. On 8th night it was different, I felt my eyelids getting heavy around 9:30 PM and decided to shut down my laptop and retire for the night. I was instantly in deep sleep. However at 10 minutes past midnight, I heard a loud scream (it was my wife!) and then I heard a heavy thud. While her screaming woke me up, it took me a couple of seconds to realize that it was I, who had fallen from the bed. While falling the entire brunt of 75 Kilos of my body was taken by my left hand and leg. I had fallen backwards and my left hand had protected my head from hitting the floor and that’s how I was saved from a catastrophe.

This is my version of what happened to me, as I heard my wife scream… However, my wife’s version brings out the strangeness in this incident. Apparently I was standing on the bed and both my legs were quivering, as if I was trying to release the cramps in my calf and thigh muscles. This has been a problem for quite some time and I’ve found an easy method to release these cramps by stretching my ankles or drawing them inwards. My wife initially thought I was trying to release the cramps. But she later realized that I was doing it in my sleep and was about to step backwards. Before she could stop me, my left foot had gone over the edge of the cot and then gravity took over.

I landed with a big thud and this was the time, when I became conscious of what was happening around. Fear of the unknown made me scream out loudly and scared the wits out of my wife and son. It was pitch dark and I was pretty sure that I would have a couple of broken bones from the fall. To my surprise, I was able to sit up and discovering that no bones were broken, involuntarily started laughing very loudly – I found the entire incident so weird and unbelievable!

I must admit that I was lucky on many counts. During the fall, my head was in safe hands – in fact it was my left hand that took the brunt and protected the same! Both my legs were at 90 degrees but this did not damage the pelvic bone. The left leg softened the fall and probably my spinal column escaped serious injuries. However, what beats me is I just don’t remember dreaming! The doctor, who I am visiting presently for acupressure treatment categorically stated that his treatment was in no way connected to the hyperactive muscles in both my legs. He assured me that it was probably a bad dream of sleep walking gone wrong!

Subsequent acupressure treatment was on removing the joint pain from my fall and to a great extent, he seemed to have done wonders because I’ve survived thus far without any pain killers.

I was reminded of the Sanskrit word Turiya. We are all familiar with the three common states of consciousness: Waking state, Dreaming State, Deep Sleep State or the dreamless sleep state.  As per our Hindu Philosophy there is this fourth state called Pure Consciousness – Turiya or Chaturtha, which is the background witness that underlies and pervades all the three common states. For a fraction of a second did I drift into Turiya – I was a witness of myself being in deep sleep state and was also a witness to the accident that was happening to me! 

Is this just a figment of my imagination? Or perhaps effects of watching too much of Swamy Sarvapriyananda, Shri M and many episodes of Buddha at the Gas Pump! From Unreal to real!!