15 The Green Route : Sakleshpur - Yedukumeri Trek

I thought I will write about this wonderful journey that we had, before I forget the details. The details may fade but the fun we had and the sights our eyes beheld will never ever fade away.

It was on the third weekend of November 2008 that we finally went for the trek, the Sakleshpur - Yedakumari Train route. We had been wanting to go for this from the first time we heard about it. But then there were a certain number of uncertainties. Goods train had started plying on this route and there was one passenger train also. Apart from it being risky , we were unsure whether the railway authorities will agree for trekking. Finally everything turned out to be like nothing we had thought about.

We were a group of 9 . We started late on a Friday night from Bangalore, reached Donigal very early in the morning. We had breakfast from Surabhi hotel just before Donigal and got fresh as well. Our starting point was a gate of Sethna Estate around a kilometer from Donigal on the right side of the road. The trek started at 8:00 A.M. .We walked for a few minutes through the estate and there we were staring at the infinite lines of rails. It did not take long for us to hear the first long bellowing siren of an approaching train. .

We had started at distance marker 47/100 . ( We didn't know what 47/500 meant of course. We had innovative interpretations as to what it can be. The 47th curve out of 500.The gradient of the curve. But we were proved wrong when we reached 47/600 and there was no curve at all. Finally we got to know it is 47km and 500m).We had to reach 67/300. That means twenty kilometers of walk. That should be easy. But with tents and food weighing on our back it was not as easy as I thought.

We came to the first bridge in short time. We were like a bunch of excited kids. Cameras clicking away all those moments. Then we reached the Donigal station. An inquiry there told us we had 20 odd kilometers to go to reach Yedukumeri.

The first tunnel was exciting but equally exciting were the rest of them. The tunnels ran a length of 50 m to half a kilometer. In a pretty long tunnel we were accompanied by a train as well. There is enough space in the tunnels to stand by as the train goes. And we were also armed with torches to show us the way in those creepy tunnels.

We had lunch at a place where there was a small waterfall. The lunch - Chappathi, butter and jam... Yummmy, YUMMMY...

As if the train in the tunnel was not enough we hear the long bellow again when we were mid way on a bridge. The bridges had intermediate places to stand by. But we did not trust the strength of the footing to hold all of us. After a moment of blankness. Somebody shouted run from the front. The people in the front ran towards the train , those at the back ran back. Manja (Manjunath RG) had full confidence in the footing and he was not failed.
A few seconds passed and all of us were safe on either sides of the bridge. We saw the engine pilot smiling at us. Imagine,SMILING...

We continued after a brief rest. There were many sights on the way the beauty of which cannot not be described (can be translated as too lazy to write). The trek didn't seem to end for a while. We had gotten really tired. It was around 5:00 P.M when the big yellow board announcing "Yedakumari" appeared. That was my favorite sight from the previous one hour.

We camped on the platform there. Played anthakshari, slept and woke up, to summarize things. Morning came, and we had cup of black tea to rev up our engines. Then we had cup o noodles , we packed up our tents and started to Kempehole. What was supposed to be a 3 hour trek turned out to be a 5 hour one, inclusive of a jeep ride.

After trekking downhill through a path through formidable vegetation, we came to a stream and had our bath. We relished every second of the one hour we were down there.
We left there and would you believe me, we took a wrong path. instead of going downhill we went uphill. We walked up hill for 5kms. Then reached back to a point on the railway track declaring that we had just walked 3 kms . We went a little further in search of hope. And then a little more further. We found civilization, which were a bunch of guys working on the rails. And to out great relief they had a jeep. They agreed to drop us at Kempehole for a fairly large amount for 6 kilometers. We were so worn out that we had to agree. The jeep carried around 11 people + luggage, thats all!!!. We reached Kempehole finally. We had to cross a stream. Stones had been placed across the river so that people could walk across. Crossing the stream brought us to the main road and we saw our tempo traveler.

Yippeeee!!! Hurraahh!!! we had done it at last. We had hoped to reach Kempehole by 11:30 and here was the watch showing us it was 1:30. We went to Sakleshpur had a sumptous lunch . The trek had not taken the full energy out of us of course. We had an entertaining bus ride with a long round of Dumb Charades till most of us , except Varsha , Indu and poor Binu, fell asleep. And we reached Banglore by 9:00 P.M.

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7 A Test Of Humanity

'WALK', the traffic signal blinked. Harvey made way across the road amidst a large group of pedestrians. He still hadn't found a prospect. He observed everyone whom he was to pass from a distance. Any chance of a coat bulging a little more than it should and he had found his customer. The city was his hunting ground. Especially near the big malls. He found an unsuspecting shopper every once in a while to keep at bay his hunger for a few months. He certainly was talented. He had an uncanny knack of getting the right person. But he could not pull it off three months back with the old man. That guy had been too alert. He did not even get a chance to make a run for it. Caught red handed and sent to prison for three months for petty theft, it had just been two days since he started sleeping in his own bed. A relief from the stench of the prison cell.

He noticed the eyes following him. But he kept his cool. He was way too experienced. Harvey knew how to avoid the questioning eyes of the uniformed men he came across. But still, he couldn't pull the last one off.


It was not long before Harvey found his customer. The man was coming out of the Frazer, a favorite shopping arena of the high middle class. He stopped at the steps leading down to the road as if unable to arrive at where he should go next. A middle aged man. He sported a two day long beard. He was very tall. At least a good two inches taller than Harvey who stood at 6 feet. The man seemed disturbed, deep in thought. He wore a brown hat and a long brown coat. Harvey's eyes changed focus from his face to his bulging coat pocket. 'That should last a month or two.'


Harvey made his way through the thick rush of shoppers and college students. The man in the brown coat also started moving; towards Harvey. The distance between them was reducing. Harvey could smell the money.


It was in front of the Coffee shop that Michael bumped into the black man. His hat fell off onto the pavement.

'Oh! I am so sorry ', the black man expressed his apology as he picked up Michael's Hat, brushed it and handed it back to him. Michael had far more things to worry about. He gave a quick nod and carried on towards the end of the street.


If one looked at Harvey now, he could see the gleam in his eyes of a job well done. The look of a salesman who sold his product after months of disappointments. Harvey was happy but not without fear. He feared he might not get away this time too. He forced a look down the road to see if the man in brown coat had noticed. He hadn't. He was walking to the end of the street with no idea whatsoever as to what happened. It didn't take much time for Harvey to find a deserted place in the alley between the coffee shop and the Frazer.

He opened the bag, hands shivering in anticipation and excitement. The bag was heavier than he thought.

It revealed two bundles of crispy green notes. He let out a silent whistle, looking at the treasure in his hands.

He took out the cash and was about to discard the bag when a note fell out of it. Out of curiosity he picked it put and read it. It was a medical prescription for a Mrs. Scholes. It contained many things in illegible handwriting, obviously from a doctor at the city hospital. A pang of guilt came over him.

What if, the man in the brown coat was looking around for Drug stores? There were a couple of them in the Frazer. What if all these drugs cost a lot of money ? What if he couldn't buy the medicines in time?

It was a test of humanity . Harvey was certainly not going to put a poor woman's life at risk because of his selfishness. He looked down the street. He found the man in the brown coat without much difficulty. He was walking in the direction of the Officer. Had he found out? Harvey decided to leave the bag there and disappear, should the man talk to the Officer. But he didn't approach the cop instead he took a sharp right into the supermarket at the end of the street. He wasn't still aware.

'Mr.Scholes ', Harvey called. The man in the brown coat was standing at the counter.
Harvey went near him and called again. This time he turned. He recognized the bag that Harvey was holding.
'It fell off when we bumped into each other.', Harvey told.
'Thank you so much. Any other person wouldn't have given it back, seeing the amount of money in it.
Thank you so much Mr....'
'Harvey, that's the name'
'Thank you so much Harvey'
'Not a problem. Be more careful in the future.', Harvey called out and left the supermarket.
Harvey was on the street now. The same place where he started. But this time he was a much more happy man. Time to find another customer.

Michael looked out of the supermarket window. It was time to leave now. He couldn't believe he had lost that money. Anyway now he had it back. He came out of the shop and took a road which led him away from the rush of the city. Another Two miles of brisk walking brought Michael to a Shabby old apartment building. He knocked on the door of Apartment D6. The door was opened by a young guy who looked like he was high up on booze and drugs.
'Mike you are back. How was the day? Any luck ?'.
'Loads of luck Joey, Loads...'
Michael threw the bag to Joey who had found a place on the couch as he walked to the bar to fix a drink. Joey eyes nearly came out of their sockets when he saw the money.
'Where did you pull this shit off?'
'Some guy in the Frazer. And would you believe I lost the money and got it back all because of Officer Smith.'
'Smith? How did that sleazy cop help you!!!?', Joey asked bewildered

' In the Frazer , i thought I had been caught, so i was moving quickly until some dumb Black guy bumped into me. I thought I had made it when i Saw Officer Smith standing at the end of the street. There was no way he would see me and not guess something was going on'.
'So i went into Mason's till he left. It was then the black guy came in and returned the bag saying I had dropped it. I waited till Officer Smith left and here I am, a rich guy.'

'But I don't understand one thing. The black guy kept calling me Mr. Scholes. I wouldn't have known he was calling me unless I saw that bag in his hand.'

'No wonder he called you Mr.Scholes, take a look at this,' Joey exclaimed and pushed the medical prescription to Mike.
'Well, that explains it, I think.'
Mike sipped the brandy and cherished the sensation it brought on his body. He was beaming at his success.

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11 The Fast Life

[a view from the terrace of my house]

Ever since I came to Bangalore, I have been a slave to the fast life.
Never felt as fresh as I did 2 years back.

The occasional outings help a lot. Gets me unconnected from the world for at least sometime.Also, I stay away from all technology for an hour a day, when I reach home. Feels really good.One more way I found out is by cooking. But I have to eat what I cook, which makes the whole exercise meaningless :) .

What do you guys do to loosen up?

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