A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE - "FIRE IN BABYLON"

Let me make an honest admission.  I am (and have always been a great cricket fan). I have played cricket during my School & College days and on many other occasions during my student life as well. And ever since I can remember I have been an unapologetic cricket fan. And my favourite cricket team has always been the West Indies. I remember with fondness names like Conrad Hunte, Basil Butcher, Seymour Nurse, Rohan Kanhai, Charlie Griffith (responsible for cracking open Nari Contractor’s skull) Wes Hall (the gentle giant) Garfield Sobers, Lance Gibbs and others who made the nucleus of the West Indies team of late sixties and early seventies. As a child, I even had the privilege of watching one day of a test match in Madras (as it was known then) when India played the West Indies. And my excitement knew no bounds when I entered the stadium and took my place to see my heroes in action. A rare thrilling moment that. Watching the greats in action. I did not mind getting up at 5.00 am and travelling 30 km early in the morning to stand in queue waiting in the scorching sun for the stadium gates to open and allow us into its hallowed folds.

And I have been a follower of West Indies cricket ever since. The mid to late seventies saw them become a world power in cricket – a power to reckon with. I followed with fascination the emergence of menacing West Indian fast bowlers – like Andy Roberts, Michael Holding, Malcolm Marshall, Wayne Daniel, Colin Croft and Big Bird Joel Garner (at 6ft. 8in) tall. And the batting dominated by one of their best opening pairs  Greenidge & Haynes followed by Vivian Richards, Alvin Kallicharan,  Clive Lloyd, and others.

So, when I had an opportunity to see “Fire in Babylon” which released in Mumbai recently – I grasped the opportunity to see it with both hands. And what a great film it turned out to be. How can cricket be used as a metaphor? How can it be used to restore pride? How can it be used to bind players from diverse backgrounds and ethnicities into a well oiled fighting unit? And how do you cope with continuous assault – both physical and emotional? How do you build character that can withstand the most brutal attack? And yet retain your dignity and respect? These and many other questions are asked (and answered) in this documentary. How the West Indies took a hammering at the hands of Australians Dennis Lillee and Jeff Thompson. And how that loss became a rallying cry for West Indies cricket is the stuff legend is made of. 
Interwoven into this rich tapestry of narrative is the culture of the day – dominance of the colonial powers, suppression of the black man, apartheid. So many of the burning topics of that time and how the West Indies team dealt with each of them. And you get to see world greats like Holding, Richards, Roberts, Lloyd, Croft, and Greenidge speaking into the camera and letting their hearts out.  You get to see and discover why Michael Holding was called “whispering death” or “greased lightning”, what Vivian Richards responses to hostile bowling was, how batsmen around the world were terrified of Joel Garner. And most of all you rediscover that for fifteen long years the West Indies did not lose a single series that they played in.  A world record indeed!

For people of my generation a great nostalgia trip that gives you a fantastic high. And for the newer generations a chance to see these greats in action and to experience firsthand concepts like black power, apartheid, colonialism,  and white dominance and their hypocrisy.   

From an unabashed cricket fan. A cricket lover. A cricket fanatic, even a cricket lunatic !!!

TRIP TO KAAS PLATEAU - SEPTEMBER 2012.

For the last 15 years or so I have always dreamt of a trip to the Valley of Flowers  near Joshimath in Uttarakhand. I had been close on a visit to Char Dham when we had passed through Joshimath, but we did not have time enough to make the trip from Joshimath to Hemkunt Sahib and then on to the Valley of Flowers. A trip that I wanted to make – to see nature in all its beauty. Somehow or the other whenever I came close to planning a trip – events conspired to ensure that I didn’t make the trip. And I lived with a deep sense of regret at not having seen mother nature in all her pristine natural beauty.

Sometime back a friend casually mentioned Kaas (near Satara) to me saying it was Maharashtra’s own Valley of flowers. The best season to visit it is just after the monsoons. He explained that Kaas is very special as the plateau has been formed by the lava from a volcano that erupted ages ago. What’s special about this rock formation is that this is porous rock ( Basalt Rock) where the top soil is just a few inches thick. So the roots of plants can not go deep. Hence all the flowers grow on shrubs and there are hardly any trees on the pleatu.

Given the ambient temperature, climatic conditions, height from mean sea level and  annual rainfall some of the rarest plants grow here and can  be seen to the discerning eye. I was intrigued enough to want to go – but had to find an opportune time to visit Kaas. Eventually last weekend came the opportunity and I grabbed it with both hands. We left Mumbai early morning and Satara is about a 6 hours drive. The road is till Pune is the Mumbai Pune Expressway and from Pune the Bangalore highway – both excellent roads. You could safely take your own car there as well. Our first day was spent at Thoseghar Waterfalls (about 25 km from Satara) – falls that drop from a  height of over 200 metres. The falls make for fascinating viewing what with mist rising at the base of the falls and the falls themselves making a roaring sound resounding in your ears.

CEROPEGIA VINCAEFOLIA

The next day we left Satara early at 7.30 am to reach Kaas by 8.30 am.  It is advisable to get an early start – you can spend time in quiet solitude with mother nature and experiment with camera angles and light before tourists arrive in their hundreds. When we arrived the plateau was covered with thick mist making visibility very difficult. We alighted from the bus – no parking of vehicles is allowed on the plateau (there is a dedicated parking spot – you then have trek the rest of the way). First stop Kaas lake – a beautiful spot where we got see and photograph the Ceropegia vincaefolia a beautiful bulb.  We saw some enchanting flowers  like Vigna Vexillata –Halunda, Euphorbia Lata, Cyanotis Fasciculata – Neelwanti, etc.  (I could not identify all the flowers.)  With high winds, incessant rains and mist all around it became impossible to photograph anything.

EARLY MORNING DEW DROPS

INDIAN ARROWROOT

THE RARE SUN DEW PLANT

Abolima

Vigna Vexillata -Halunda

So the only thing to do was to get drenched and silently stare, wonder struck, at mother nature’s pristine beauty in all its glory, and silently say a prayer of thanks, that you got to commune with her. We of course got to see some very rare plants (the sun dew being one of them). After spending a few hours I reluctantly  boarded the bus home – wishing I could stay at Kaas forever!!

Travel Tips

Ø  Get an early start – best to reach there even before the forest department guards

Ø  Taxis and buses are available from Satara to Kaas and back. Be sure to check bus timings.

Ø  Carry your own food and drinking water. Some snacks are available near the lake.

Ø  Do NOT litter – carry back all your waste. Lets preserve Kaas for future generations to enjoy as well.

Ø  Do not pluck flowers or plants. Note that ALL these plans cannot grow ANYWHERE else except at Kaas.

Ø  Do not pollute the air by smoking.

Ø  Carry robust rain wear the weather is unpredictable. Some warm clothing is also advisable.

Ø  If you are an avid nature lover a magnifying glass is a must as also a field guide on flowers. (I recommend Dr. Sandip Shrotri’s book – Pleatu of flowers – Kaas as a good reference guide.)

Ø  Be careful while photographing flowers do not trample adjacent flowers – they would die. Also check you camera – battery fully charged, appropriate lens, filters, lens caps, etc all in place.

Ø  The plateau closes by 6.00 pm – so be sure to head back before that – so that nature can regenerate for the next morning.

Ø  If you have some sunshine – count yourself lucky – you will be able to see some flowers actually blooming.

A landscape - flowers through the mist !!

A landscape

60 YEARS OF INDIAN PARLIAMENT

I have been reading the recent articles on euphoria that has gripped the political class on the completion of 60 years of India’s parliament. To quote Sonia Gandhi – “an anniversary is also a moment of reflection, to consider our role and place in the rich fabric of our nations life and history. The integrity and independence of parliament must be preserved and protected at all costs with no room for compromise.” Wow what a laudable statement indeed.

Taking a cue from her I have been doing my own reflection and am quite bewildered at what I see going on. On reflection I find that the 16^th. Lok Sabha  has a strength of 552 members and of these 162 members have criminal and/or other cases pending against them. Our politicians, who comprise the integrity of parliament, have some really stark and compelling cases against them. Consider this- 14 LS members reportedly have cases of murder against them (what are they doing outside and attending parliament, when they should be in jail), 20 reportedly have an attempt to murder charge against them, 13 of abduction and 11 have charges of cheating against them.  So, about 33 % of the 16^th. Lok Sabha, is under a very dark cloud indeed, and they have the temerity to talk of the “integrity” of parliament.

Can these members really uphold the “integrity” of India’s parliament? And where will this lead the country?  We have been mute witnesses to the almost daily disruptions in parliament, we have seen unruly behaviour (with one MP striding up to the treasury benches and tearing up a bill – when proceedings are telecast live) again almost every day, walkouts, non issues being hotly debated (if you can call it a debate) and generally uncivilized behaviour is more the norm rather than the exception. And some MPs are caught watching porn and some are caught in the act and CDs circulated.

These are the lawmakers of our country. And we the people have elected them. So I guess we get the government we deserve. But is this what India deserves? A government that is dithering all the time. A government that is held to ransom by fringe players, who make up the numbers to prop up a government, which has no right to govern. And we are told that these are the compulsions of coalition politics !! What a travesty, on all of us long suffering Indians. And whenever our MPs are called names they hit back citing that the “integrity of parliament” must be upheld at all costs. And that is why Anna Hazare’s campaign has been a big hit with the people but not with the parliamentarians. They just don’t realize that they are the people who have contributed most, to erosion of parliament’s lack of integrity and a total disenchantment with the political class. A crying shame indeed that politics has now come to be criminalized in the way it has.

So what can be done? Is all lost? I don’t think so. Not yet anyway. And not all of our MPs are bad – but they get tainted with the same brush.. unfortunately. All we have to do is to start a small movement for change – even a small one where each of my readers makes a personal commitment that we will not vote for any candidate who has any criminal case pending against him/her. It is a duty we have to undertake unfailingly as it is both a duty as well as an obligation to future generations of Indians! Just think for a minute – is this the India that Rabindranath Tagore dreamed and wrote about when he penned …. to this India let me awake?

Dismaying News

Am breaking from my usual travel stories to post something which dismays and disturbs me no end. If you have been reading the newspapers recently a few headlines would be enough to shock you. As they did me. Even after 64 years of independence, even after successive governments have come and gone we in India are no better than a Banana Republic. Even the phrase Banana Republic used in our context, is derogatory to the countries called Banana Republics.


First up a headline screamed "Indian Students rank 2nd. last in global test". We who have the IITs, the IIMs and whole host of other educational credits including Indian Professors heading prestigious American Universities & Business Schools should writhe in pain and cry at this piece of cruel news. And this test was conducted with fifteen year olds to test their Reading, Mathematics & Science knowledge. And we  came in second last. What a crying shame.And if politics gets into this they will start questioning the credibility of the institution which did this survey. Instead of acknowledging something is seriously wrong with our educational system. Something I have been saying for years - lets get out of "the learning by rote" system. Instead give students concrete experiences to learn from.


Secondly there has been, in the recent past, a lot of noise about what a great super power India is and it should take its place on the world stage. And we go on saying India shining, ad nauseum. The truth is that we are worse than Sudan, Pakistan & Nepal when it comes to feeding our own people.  Imagine 230 million people go hungry in India EVERYDAY. What a crying shame - for a country progressing at about 8% growth in GDP. A crying shame indeed. In spite of the Governments food policy and other initiatives taken by the authorities. And contrast this with millions of food grains rotting in the godowns of Food Corporation of India - you have a perfect picture of how little people in power care and do for the common man. Only lip service is paid.

And then they are off to keep their "chairs", to appease their vote banks and other local constituents - all with the objective to remain in power for as long as possible.


Which leads me to ask my self the question " Does anybody care and work for India and Indians?" I seriously doubt it. And another question - should my chest swell with pride or should I hang my head in shame at being an Indian.

TRIP TO LEH – FIRST LEG – NEW DELHI – MANALI- SOLANG- ROHTANG PASS - KEYLONG

Ever since I can remember  I have always wanted to see Leh and its surroundings in the Ladakh region. Let me let you in on a secret – I am mystically drawn to the mountains and I share a close bond with the mighty Himalayas. I do not know why this “fatal attraction” all I do know is that I am at my most joyful and peaceful when in the company of these majestic mountains.

The Hidimba Temple Manali

I had another reason to travel to Leh. There was an inner push – to test my limits in the high      altitude inhospitable conditions of Ladakh. Will I succumb to the extremes or will I come out on tops? A question that both intrigued and frightened me. But I simply had to find out for my self.  The landscape in Ladakh  is anything but picture postcard and you have to have huge reserves of inner strength to survive in these harsh conditions – where the landscape changes every few minutes.  

Solang  Hotel View

      So after doing some fairly extensive research on the internet as well as talking to friends who had been there (and some friends who advised me not to make this ardorous trip) I decided it was time to go back to my first love – the mountains. So soon I found myself on a train to New Delhi where I camped for the afternoon and in the evening arrived at the designated spot to board the bus to our first stop –Manali. After a rigorous overnight bus journey with no sleep whatsoever we were happy to reach Manali with bones creaking but none the worse for the journey. But surprises are always in store for you in the mountains. So on reaching we were told that we had to take another hours journey higher into the mountains to a place called Solang which would be our first stop. Groaning we got into the jeeps to be driven to Solang. After checking in and giving breakfast a miss we hit the sack to catch up on some much needed sleep.

Solang Easy Trek

Solang is quiet sleepy small town with nothing much to do (or so we thought). We woke up for lunch and after lunch we went for the first of our acclimatization walks – a rather tepid small stroll through some beautiful countryside with roaring rivulets cascading through the mountains by our side. Yes and our first sign of how cold it was going to get was felt by us here in Solang. The next day was another trek a bit stiffer than yesterdays trek. We city slickers found out how  utterly out of shape we were – getting winded in just a few minutes.  We were advised to rest whenever we felt tired (which was often) and once ready start climbing again. Hard work I must say. Coming back to the hotel for Lunch the afternoon was free for us to do what we wanted. We determined to explore town and we got a shock when we learned that we could do paragliding, zorbing and other adventure activities in Solang which also boasts of good ski slopes in winter. 

Getting Ready for the flight of a life time

Some of our more adventurous and younger members decided on paragliding. And they were making strenuous attempts to get me to come along. I suffer from Vertigo and told them as such. But their persuasion skills were of a high order and very soon I was off on what I thought was a suicidal mission. After buckling up and listening to the instructor carefully, I thought I was mad to let myself into something as loony as this. After take off, with the pilot behind me, my initial hysteria gave way to a sense of awe and wonder. Is this what birds do – fly with gay abandon? Is this how they see the earth so many hundred feet below?  Wow I said to myself. And then the rest of the flight really turned out to be quite enjoyable with the pilot making all kinds of twists and turns and taking me very close to a mountain wall that I was certain we were going to hit. And pulling back at the last second to give me a crazy adrenaline rush.  And once we were all down the ceaseless chatter like school children began. All wanting to share their experiences at the same time. A wonderful experience – for a person who thought he would never do such a thing.  

This is how the birds see the earth

The next day was time to leave Solang and head towards our next halt via the world famous Rohtang Pass at an altitude of 13,050 feet. The distance is only 52 km but the narrow winding slippery road made it look like forever to get to Rohtang. But, once there, we were stood transfixed, mesmerized by the view of the clouds kissing the Rohtang Pass and visibility near zero.

Prayer Flags fluttering in the wind at Rohtang

Almost freezing temperatures, with a nasty wind biting into our face greeted us. But that didn’t stop us from getting down from our vehicles, and taking a walk. I slowly walked up a small hill where there was a Buddhist temple with colourful prayer flags fluttering in the wind. The climb down was even more adventurous.  

The Rohtang Pass

A View from Rohtang Pass - just Divine

After spending a  an hour and a half at the Rohtang Pass and having sweet hot tea, it was time to move on and we started our journey to our  Keylong again a small town on the way.  The journey to Keylong was uneventful but the scenery was beautiful nothing like what we expected to see. Rugged mountains were everywhere and vegetation was also seen in patches. In the afternoons mountainsides took on the hues of burnished copper. Our jeeps were full of enthusiastic chatter throughout. On reaching the hotel we were grateful for some hot snacks with hot tea to wash them down. 

NATURE LOVERS ..PLACES TO VISIT IN MUMBAI...2

I visited Green Park last evening.  A medium sized park, close to my home. Lush greenery can be seen in and around the park. I saw Gulmohor trees in full bloom, branches laden with fresh green leaves, red flowers and ripe red berries. The Gulmohor paves the ground with their bright red petals, which seem to have, a short lived life, of their own. There are other green shrubs, bushes and yes some big trees as well. Fully grown palms with big leaves making an effort to sway in the light evening breeze. A couple of overgrown banyan trees sending their branches high into the sky and their new roots into the ground make for a very arresting sight. At the height of summer, small berry like fruits drop to make the ground slippery. Huge overgrown rubber plants (trees really) dot one end of the park.  Many of the trees are shedding their leaves to welcome the monsoon rains – just a few days away. And the shrubs sprouting new leaves, in many myriad shades of green – I didn’t know that green could have so many shades.
 As I sit on the stone bench, I watch life in the park. On the walkway  I see people in various dresses walking briskly. I observe an elderly lady of about 60, looking younger than her age, dressed smartly, walking briskly along and conversing animatedly with her friend on the track.  Dressed in a bright orange dress, a young girl, with her personal music station glued to her ears, is ambling merrily along, oblivious to the world. Her only job seems to be walking while listening to her music. A portly man comes into view, his body creaking, puffing & pushing to continue walk. It seems that every step he takes, is a Herculean effort and he stops often to catch his breath. And a twenty something girl dressed in a body hugging sleeveless T shirt and shorts runs by, her entire body glistening with beads of sweat reflected in the evening sun. She seems determined to achieve her fitness goal – whatever it may be.

As I sit on the bench, my eyes are attracted to a very obviously pregnant lady getting her evening exercise, for her baby’s benefit. She walks slowly pulling her huge stomach in front of her. She smiles at me as she passes. I feel a bit guilty just sitting on the bench. On the far side I see a contrasting picture. Some children playing in the dirt ,obviously enjoying themselves.  Just some distance away a few young men are doing rigorous exercise, pushing themselves to the extreme, I think. I pause, linger on them and admire their commitment and their physique. Will I ever be able to do this, I wonder? And in this contrasting scene another aspect strikes me – neither the children nor the young men are self conscious at all.  They seem to inhabiting their own world and enjoying it too.

 The sun is setting and this constantly moving changing scene of people at their own pace is a kaleidoscope – constantly moving images in front of my eyes. I make a mental note that, from tomorrow, I will join them, in their quest for the proverbial perfectly fit body. As I get up to leave, the pregnant lady comes into view once

again and as she approaches me, she heads to my bench, and asks “why aren’t you walking today”?   I grin sheepishly at her and mumble saying I’m going to start from tomorrow. She laughs, heartily showing a perfect set of pearly whites, and in sing song voice says “you know, tomorrow never comes!”

I bend my head and make my way homeward.

NATURE LOVERS - PLACES TO VISIT IN MUMBAI ... 1

It was a frantic call that I got from an old friend of mine (old refers to the length of our friendship and not his age). "We must go out" he said. "Yes" I said "but where? Anywhere we can breathe freely" he said. The only place that came to mind immediately ,were the mighty Himalyas. A tad impractical I thought. But where could we go to in Mumbai and be among nature? And have a great time photographing as well.

           

            He said "I know the perfect place where we can spend a few hours and come back rejuvenated." I listened to him skeptically as he mentioned Sanjay Gandhi National Park.  After all, I had been there many years (actually ages) ago and what a disappointment it had turned out to be. To cap it all, I groaned ,at the thought of reaching the park gates by 7.00 am latest. I groaned again.

            On the appointed day, a week day, I pulled myself out of bed early and after a quick shower drove to the park to meet him. I was surprised that he was accompanied by his wife – a photographer herself. So, after paying the entry fees, we were in the national park. It did surprise me a bit, as it looked very different to anything I had seen earlier. There were big trees lining the road creating a green canopy along our drive. On the sides of the road I saw people, young and old, men & women, of all ages and sizes, huffing & puffing as they went about their morning jogs or walks. Elderly gentlemen were walking at a sedate pace and young lively girls were jogging with their pony tails doing a rhythmic dance by themselves.

            We drove up a steep gradient to a place which had a watch tower and a dome. Here we saw people engaging in yoga, doing pranayama, stretching exercises and some just meditating. Immediately the tranquility of the place enveloped us and I could see all of us breathing a bit easier already. We got out of the car with our photography equipment and nobody paid us a second glance. It was here that we had come to be one among nature and to see if we could quench our thirst for some lovely photographs.

            We started wandering around the gardens and were truly amazed at the greenery of the place. With no body to disturb us we looked for great photo opportunities and got a few good shots. I did not know that flowers photographed from close quarters could look so good. Or dew on a flower bud could glisten like a diamond in the early morning sun. Or a lizard would look us in the eye and wait till we finished clicking him.

The flowers were a riot of colours and you could (even with the naked eye) see the many hues of green. With no one to disturb us we went on clicking pictures for about one and a half hours. I learned quite a bit on photography from my friends wife – what angles to shoot, how close to go, and many other details. She took it upon herself to give me pointers and I happily accepted her tutoring.

   We then tried our luck at the Lion Safari. The park organizes for a group of 15 people to be taken in special vehicles to see the lions in the park. But as we were not 15    (the bus load) we had to wait. And being a week day not many people were coming our way. So after a frustrating wait of a half hour we left the park a tad disappointed but  fully refreshed and rejuvenated. The reason for us to come to the park in the first place.

And we decided that we would do these small couple of hours trips as often as we could to connect with nature to nourish our souls – badly in need of nourishment living in the hustle bustle that is Mumbai.