100 Kilometres Of Forest-Cycling In 40 Hours.

My Forest Snaps

Being a guy fond of travelling, I had journeyed across the length and breadth of India with friends and sometimes with my family and had ample experiences in my basket to share. It could have extended from my Yamaha-RX biking from Cochin to Kodaikanal, the Bullet ride to Kashi or the Jeep drives in the dense jungles of Amarkantak, none of which I had penned down anywhere.  But when I heard about this particular contest, I wanted to try something unusual, different from what I did in the past and at the same time adventurous too, as for the first time I would be writing a travelogue. So I called up my friend Vinayan, who resides at Adimali in the Idukki district, to suggest a road, where I could be adventurous enough. Vinayan always loved travelling and was good at discovering new trails, through the hills, caves, and forests.

The Fisherman Shack

Travelling on any road in Kerala, would have been adventurous enough, but to my delight Vinayan recommended a forest trail, which he recently discovered, formed by the local pedestrians and the Adivasis. It extended from Thokkupara in Idukki district to Ayyampuzha in Ernakulam district. It stretched almost 110Kms by road, but as he said, by availing the forest road, I could curtail almost 10Kms. The forest road ran beside Adimali, but it was much difficult to enter the forest route from there, the land being marshier. People travelled to Thokkupara to enter the forest route. 

Vinayan assured me every support in this regard. I went to his house, where we planned the journey. As per the plan I had to cover almost a 100Km through a marshy road on a monsoon day. The major challenges were shelter, rain and wild creatures like elephants, boars, snakes and buffaloes. I had to reach Pooyamkutty, before dark, as the animals would get more active during the night. At night I was supposed to stay at a temporary tin-sheeted fisherman shack, built on the banks of river Periyar. It was the shack which the travellers relied on.  The very first road that I had to cross across the line was the AM road on NH-49. Thereafter the forest route ran parallel to Pooyamkutty-Manakulam road, and then it went straight into the forest. As Murugan said, I was supposed to cross the tributaries of Periyar at least thrice. For the first time I could avail the Pooyamkutty-Munnar trail to cross the river. Unlike other road trips Vinayan couldn’t accompany me, as he had some work at the village office.  So I had to do a solo performance this time. This was the only road trip in my life, which I went without informing my family.

St.Sebastian's Church

The Forest Clearing From Where I Started My Journey

So the plan was well set. The sun showed up after two days of heavy pours. It was the morning of 13.07.2013. My bag constituted the inevitable stuffs, like water, glucose pack, bananas, bread, peanuts (as they were easily available and could stay unspoilt for long) candles, matchbox, knife, umbrella, camera and a torch. I started my journey at 5.00 am from Adimali. Vinayan took less than half an hour to drop me at Thokkupara. The only available and possible means through which I could travel was an MTB Hercules bicycle, which Vinayan had already arranged for me. We had tea from a roadside rustic restaurant. By 5.30 am, I saw Murugan, Vinayan’s cousin, who lived in Thokkupara, riding towards us on the bicycle, on which I had to travel. The road started from a forest clearing in Thokkupara after the St.Sebastian’s Church. Vinayan and Murugan gave me the basic instructions to be followed while travelling through a forest route. Vinayan told me to keep my cell phone at reach as the range might dwindle in between. Bidding them adieu, I pedaled towards the north by 6.00 am...

The Banyan Tree, Under Which I Stood

The Stinging Nettle Under The Banyan Tree

The Clearing Where I Had My Lunch

The road was swampier and the forest was darker than I had imagined. The aura was frightening with the bees buzzing, frogs croaking and every hissing sound generated a picture of King Cobra in my mind. The pathetic part of this journey was that I couldn’t move fast. It was making me exhausted to pedal harder and harder, and trust me I really wanted to drop the plan and go back. But somehow I wanted to do it.  Slowly, I started enjoying the air, though it smelt of decayed plants and shrubs. There were butterflies, unknown birds, and wild flowers to soothe my senses. Suddenly it started raining. I couldn't move forward. I found a big Banyan tree, under which I stood with my umbrella. I found different colours of cloth strips tied on its branches. People considered the tree to be sacred and auspicious and tied the strips and prayed to protect them all their way. I had nothing to tie, so I tied my handkerchief. It was getting dark by afternoon. There was an itching sensation at my legs and soon there were some visible bumps. I bowed down and found the Stinging Nettle mocking at me.

The Trail

As the rain sobered, I started again. It became more difficult to travel then. The road had become marshier. My canvas shoes were losing their hope. I thanked God, as the road never deviated, though it was zigzag. By 3.30 pm, I could catch the glimpse of the Periyar River.  There was a cool clearing beside. I sat on the shore and ate peanuts and bananas, my energy boosting protein packed lunch. I checked my cell phone, which still couldn't locate the place.  I remembered Vinayan’s instructions to follow the tributary of Periyar to reach Pooyamkutty. By 4.00 pm I pedaled again. The small hilly steeps accelerated my journey and I felt a little cold. No sooner I moved forward, I fell in a pit, full of rain water. It seemed to be an old man-made pit to catch the boars. The fall really cramped my ankles. I got up, but couldn’t pedal faster, as it pained. Soon I came across, a stoned road, which I guessed, was the Pooyamkutty-Munnar trail, which helped me to cross the tributary of Periyar with much ease. By 6.00 pm, I made it to the shack at Pooyamkutty, fully exhausted. It started raining again, a bit more heavily than before. I stayed inside. As Murugan instructed, it was good to have a fire outside to keep the wild animals away, but the rain prevented the plan. I stayed satisfied and warm with the candle light inside the shack. I wondered and felt proud as I had covered almost 50 kilometres, though it took me 12 long Hours. I ate the bread and blew the candle out. I could clearly make out the differences between the grunts and the trumpets outside. I tightened my closed eyes even more, and soon I was drawn to a deep sleep. I slept like an over fatigued sloth. It was for the first time in my life, that I felt the need of electricity and realized how precious it was, as staying overnight amidst a forest with no human trace, is no less terrifying.

The Pit In Which I Fell

The Marshy Way Through The Arrowroot Plants

A Wild Flower

A Wild Flower

The jumbo mosquitoes were finally successful to wake me up from my sleep, on 14.07.2013. I realized, the place where I slept was very shabby. It was still drizzling outside. My Fast-Track watched ticked 6.30 am. After the morning ablutions, I got a call from Vinayan. He was happy to hear my voice. He assured to wait at the Ayyampuzha-Neeleeswaram road which joins the IB road towards north, the exact place where the forest road ends.  The chilled morning was an energy booster to pedal. The peanuts kept me going. It was a nice warm-up exercise. It rained the whole night, so the road got marshier than before. In between my bicycle got stuck in the clay. The cramps prevented me from peddling harder. I got down and pushed the bicycle for over a distance.  The way got smoother thereafter.  After a while I had to cross the tributary of Periyar across the line. I stood there thinking for a while but then decided to move forward. The shallowness made it much easier to cross the river. As soon as I crossed the river, I heard the trumpets from a long distance. It actually chilled my ribs. I couldn't run, nor move. I felt really afraid, to go forward. I closed my eyes, prayed and moved on. I felt funny, that when I closed my eyes, the first picture that my mind showed me was the bottle of Mountain Dew.

The Large Black Millipede

On the way, I spotted some fresh elephant-dung, which terrified me for a while. I engaged myself, snapping the wild flowers, arrowroot plants, the beehive, and the large black millipede.  Soon I reached another clearing from where the route deviated towards right.  There was a worn-out wooden bridge with rusted iron bars. I called Vinayan, but he was unaware of such a thing over there.  I still don’t know where it would have led me, but I chose the left way. I was getting more and more exhausted, and I could do nothing with an empty water bottle. I lost the glucose pack somewhere on the way.  But I kept going, though at a slow pace. I had a leech bite on my elbow in between. I flung it way into the woods. It was not raining for long. So I decided not to take rest until it rains. I treaded again.  I forgot to have food or so called the lunch. To be frank I was fully exhausted by then, but I pedaled on…

The Worn-Out Unknown Wooden Bridge

By 4.00 pm I crossed the tributary, for the third time and reached a clearing, outside the forest. I felt a bit relieved. I could pedal no more. My shoes were damaged. No sooner I started up to call Vinayan, I heard the sound of a vehicle. I moved in that direction. Oh yes!..it was a tarred road. I saw Vinayan and Murugan waiting for me. I cried aloud, with happiness. I did it... almost 100 Kilometres on a bicycle, through the wildlife.

My Shoes After The Journey

I thanked God, for giving me such an opportunity and to accomplish my mission successfully. I covered 100 Kilometres in almost 40 hours and that too through a forest. I never encountered any wild animals on my way. With God’s grace neither I got deviated from my path nor got my bicycle punctured.  But this perfect road trip of mine is not advisable as a forest is more horrifying than you see them in Spielberg movies.  

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The Bee Hive Snapped With My Mobile's Cam

The Marshy Way

The Creepers

On The Banks

A Clearing Among The Arrowroots

A Natural Pond Amidst The Forest

"Into The Wild"

Haiku: On Today

Amidst The Two Worlds
I Longed For Ultimate Peace
They Said, Google It



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Nutter By Profession!

When I Start Advising,
Call Me A Philosopher They,
Then I Rely On Substantiating,
& They Call Me An Argumentative.
Not Understanding Is Imprudence,
Then How Understanding  Is To Overhear?
Leaving Before Time Is Lack Of Dedication,
But Stretching Late Is Unproductiveness.
Not Expressing Is Lack Of Romanticism,
But Then Expressing Is Being A Bit Too Blunt,
Thinking Like Others Is Just Like Being Usual,
But Thinking Differently, They Call You Nutter! 


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Haiku: On Being Human

No Gifted Canines
But Non-Vegetarian
I Am A Human



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Intoxicated Pessimism...

Pessimism, Most Deadly Venom
Intoxicated Those Impure Veins
Plonking Presumptions In Hearts.
Attempts Piled Up At The Bottom
All Of Which Were Intensely Futile
When Thy Ego Garnished The Mind
A Thorough Way To Self Destruction
Formed By Overwhelmed Conscience
Brain Death, The Only Question Then


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Something Wrong...

A few passengers including Narayankutty remembered him sitting quietly on the back seat of the last bus to Chottanikara at 11.30 pm with a bowed head.  It was raining heavily from the pitch dark sky with some thunderbolts flashing incredibly. As the bus moved through lonesomeness, the engine failed for no reason and the battery went off. For a while the vehicle was immersed in utter darkness, and the moon hid behind the dark clouds. He raised his head and howled like a wolf. Everyone was terrified and when the engine started hissing again, he was found nowhere. They said he was possessed by a demon...

By 12.00 am or so Ramsingh, the Gurkha saw him walking slowly on the road in that heavy rain. He followed him silently, without knowing who he was. He entered the park and sat on the bench looking up towards the sky. Ramsingh couldn’t make out his face, but remembered his shiny cat eyes. When he howled again Ramsingh ran for his life.  Ramsingh died after two weeks of rabies. People remembered him, frothing at the mouth and barking at the sight of water...

Joseappan, the fisherman was the last one who saw him walking towards the house of Latha. Latha was a widow, who worked as nurse in the general hospital. She lived with her mentally retarded brother Unni in that house. But how her husband Venu died, was still a controversy among the villagers. The post-mortem report was also vague, as the animal with whose bite he died was unidentified. They only remembered seeing two deep canine marks on his neck.

He knocked on the door. Latha remembered hearing the same knock when her husband died. Unni woke up from his sleep and ran to open the door, as he smelt an aroma of food. Before Latha could stop him, Unni had already opened the door. He entered in...

The next day police identified the man with cat eyes as Vinu, the younger brother of Venu, who lay dead on the outskirts of the village. His blood was still fresh. As a usual part of the enquiry, Latha was also asked some questions. They didn’t disturb Unni. He was in the bedroom. As the cops left, Latha closed the door.

As Unni came running by, she saw a drop of blood on his cheeks. She held him violently and licked the drop and howled...




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Efran-The Jew Of Mattancherry

Being in the arms of Rafela, his mother, baby Efran felt the sky of Mattancherry, moving.  It was to the Paradesi Synagogue, that she went clutching her child. The Jew Town, on that day just talked about Abel, the linen merchant of the Bazaar, and the father of Efran Ben Abel.  It was the third consecutive month that no news came from Abel, who had gone to Israel, to start up new spice exports.  Years passed, but Abel never came back, and Efran who had only seen tears in the eyes of his mother, never ever asked about Abel, even as a child. For tiny Efran, Abel was something, which always made his mother cry. Rafela was forced to take up the charge of the linen shop, beside the Jewish Palace, just for Efran. She always tried to fill up the void space created by Abel in the life of Efran.  The whole Jew Town knew that Rafela lived only for Efran.

As Efran grew, he was admitted to a prestigious school in Kochi. Efran was spellbound by the luminous city and always loved to go to school. It was only then he realized that he didn’t belong there. He was a bit too white in colour.  Not just that, but his Judeo-Malayalam, also made him to stand out. He was nicknamed as Saippukunju, meaning the son of an Englishman, as for them, a guy with white skin was always an Englishman.  But for Efran, when they called him so, he always heard, bastard. Rafela tried a lot to console the crying Efran, but she knew that she would be answerless, if Efran asks her about his father. But he never did so. He used to love that cute little girl Judi of his school, who too was white like him and always called him by his name. She used to live near their linen shop. After school, they used to come back together in the school bus. They had plenty of things to talk about on the by lanes to the linen shop, with their water bottles dangling around their necks. Judi noticed how Efran becomes quiet, when she talks about her father, so she always prevented herself from running into such topics.   Once Ismail, the postman taunted Efran that Judi is made for him, but that fell too deep in the innocent mind of Efran. 

Ismail remembered that monsoon, when it was raining heavily and Mattancherry was drenched in the wrath of nature. Rafela saw Efran running behind a car, crying. She held Efran by force. It was Judi and her family, who were migrating to Israel. Efran cried loud in the rain holding Rafela, as the car vanished from the by lanes forever. Rafela never told Efran, that Judi’s family wanted Rafela and Efran to accompany them to Israel, which she refused. She never wanted to go to Israel nor did she want her son to migrate. Efran in those 20 years saw many, migrating from Mattancherry.  Jordan, the short girl with blue eyes, Elijah his friend, Ranen, the spice merchant  and many more. He realized that only a few Jewish families were left in Mattancherry then.  One day Efran had a terrible fight with some crooks on the Jew’s street, on his way back from Ramaswamy, the linen importer at Menaka. He never knew why they beat him up on that day. Rafela cried a lot and finally agreed to migrate to Israel. Efran was happy with her decision, as soon he would be out of his identity crisis.

It took just few days after that, for Efran to get his Transfer Certificate from Maharaja’s College. He purchased a new luggage bag from Broadway, went to Lulu Mall, enjoyed the peanuts on the beach of Fort Kochi, saw a movie at Padma, biked through the busy M.G Road, he was enjoying every bit of Kochi as after 7 more days he would be bidding adieu to the city forever. Rafela refrained from talking much to Efran. Efran noticed Rafela feeling uneasy, but he never asked much, probably he knew the reason.

On that day, as he walked on the by lanes to their linen shop, he took his leather wallet out. There was a neatly kept photo of little Judi, beside the photo of Abel, which once Rafela gave him to show those, who called him Saippukunju . He smiled as they were the two prominent reasons for Efran to migrate to Israel. As he walked he felt an unusual silence. It rained heavily. There was a crowd before his mud-tile roofed house. He ran through the people; saw Rafela lying still on the floor with a bottle of poison in her hand. Efran didn’t cry nor move. From that day Mattancherry has never seen Efran again...


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