Wayanad – Part 1

On the top of the world.

I have always wondered how that feels. Now I know.

Do I?

I am on the top of a mountain. Embraced by a sleeping bag. Ensconced by the warmth of a small dark tent.

I ponder.

The adrenalin has just receded. And the heartbeats have calmed down. But the feeling of fear is still on my tongue. I wiggle my socks clad toes and try to relax. Not possible. Umpteen thoughts are flooding my mind, each in competition with the other, vying for my attention.

Vying for my attention? Suddenly I couldn’t but help grin at the ridiculousness of the thought. And then at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. I look across so that I could tell Mika about it. She is fast asleep and I decide against it. But I continue to grin. And think about the happenings of the evening.

We are halfway up the Chembra peak. The sky is lit with a grayish blue light. My companions are colorblind and can’t make out the blue tinge. But I am reminded so much of the song ‘Neela Raavilu Innu Ninte’ from the movie ‘Kudumba Sametham. The entire song is shot with the same kind of lighting. Am not sure dawn or dusk. But I remember the dark silhouettes, the shadows on the paths, the white light around the early bird moon, the glistening white sand. A movie, which I saw, but an atmosphere that I felt. The grainy feeling below your feet as your toes sink into the sand, the breeze that blows a strand of hair onto you eyes, the sound of the dark sea as it breaks on to your soul. I emerge from my reverie as I hear the laughter around me. And then go back to it:)

The mountains look strangely friendly. Each peak is outlined with clean straight lines, the work of an artist. Dark, but not menacing. Hasnt somebody said that mountains make you feel so insignificant, that you realize how small you are compared to their enormity and beauty? I don’t think so. I felt comforted by their size, but not humbled by them. I had these huge hulks all around me, and I felt cocooned. The sky is a huge blanket, a few angels in the sky wearing glass lit halos. The wind is rustling the grass and shrubs around the campground. Almost like a lullaby. And I feel – accepted. And content. I look around me. Mika, Amit and MF – Mika laying out the food on the ground, Amit collecting firewood, and MF fiddling with his camera. I grin, look at the mountains one more time, and *sigh* – get back to work. Amit had already given me a session on how to light a camp fire. Fortunately for us, some kind soul had already cut firewood and left it at the camp site. All we had to do was to go break it into different sizes – the small twigs which would be used to ignite the fire, the larger branches which would feed the fire, and finally the huge ones which would sustain the fire. We also need dry hay; seems it helps in starting the fire. Amit and me go searching for it. Dry hay in the middle of such dense greenery? All around us we had tall green grass – lots of it, shrubs and the odd vine. There was a grove up farther with lots of trees, but where could we find dry hay? Finally, I collected some dried leaves and we decided to make do with it. I watched Amit as he carefully arranged the leaves at the bottom of the pile, over the coal. Small twigs made a second layer. All of us crowd around the pile. Mika lights the candles and hands over one to me. It was almost ceremonial and I feel solemn as I light the twig:) The others are also doing their bit and we wait for the embers to catch the fire. MF manages to get one twig burning, but it soon dies out. I feel proud when my end of the pile suddenly catches fire and starts cackling. Silly ha?:) Soon we have a small blaze and we settle down comfortably on the mats laid out. The wind is blowing hard now and it is quite chilly. The warmth from the blaze slowly sinks into our bones.

The sparks kept blowing past us, and I played with the embers. The conversation kept flowing, and so did the booze. Was I intoxicated? Not on one glass of Bacardi. Not drugged, not drunk, but I did feel intoxicated. I laughed along with them, and I sang with them. And I laughed more – till it felt so natural and beautiful. I laughed for no reason, and I did not feel silly. And that’s when it happened….

26 comments for “Wayanad – Part 1

  1. July 14, 2005 at 11:10 am

    What happened???? Whaaaaattt haaapppeneddd?? Did you and MF make out???? Tell me before I die of curiousity!

    • July 15, 2005 at 3:50 am

      You yet again with your thoughts!!!!!

      • July 15, 2005 at 4:03 am

        Nahi yaar…I know MIC very well. I was just trying to spice it up and pull her leg at the same time. πŸ˜‰

      • July 15, 2005 at 10:22 am

        yeah! someone please tell her!!!!!

  2. July 14, 2005 at 11:13 am

    You crazy nut!!!!!! MF is a very dear friend. And a PLATONIC one..to make things clear to you….:-)

    And wait for Part 2 to hear about what happened. But I can tell you for sure that its not what you are expecting. This is no sex writeup darling!!Whereever did u get the idea?:-d

    • July 14, 2005 at 11:31 am

      Man! Smiles thu bhi yaar – kitna baar tujhe yain kahna padta hain. But MIC must admit you can sure write a thriller. Wheres part two? I can imagine so many possibilities.
      But must be honest – I thot it was the moment u feel in luv and discovered u were in luv with somebody…. or u embarrassed urself.

      • July 14, 2005 at 11:59 am

        Whew!!!:) I never expected such a reaction. No girls – sorry to disappoint you – no sex and no love involved. oh the atmosphere was defly romantic, and I fell in love with the place.

        and as for the descriptions, I am like that when I go into the middle of nature – become less of the brat I am around with people, and more of a loner:)

        • July 14, 2005 at 1:19 pm

          Cant wait any more for ur part 2.

          • August 1, 2005 at 8:04 am

            Part 2 is put up finally.

        • July 15, 2005 at 8:46 am

          No sex … no probs … but u make a SEXY writer πŸ™‚

          Never mind herez my guess ….. A baby python, a naughty one slipped into your sleeping bag πŸ™‚

          • July 15, 2005 at 10:00 am

            Thank you:-d

            And wait for Part 2 for details – nowhere close to your guess though:-)

    • July 14, 2005 at 4:34 pm

      “This is no sex writeup darling!!”
      damn!!! and here i was telling myself that things were definitely getting interesting!! πŸ˜€

      hey,glad you had such a great time!!been to wayanad myself so i know exactly what you’re talking about, the scenery n stuff i mean!! πŸ˜›

      • July 15, 2005 at 10:04 am

        Hmmm, so many people seemed to have got the wrong idea:-) and yeah, wayanad is amazing. Have gone there 3 times, and I am still not tired of it.

        Hey, where have you been? Dont see you around LJ too much?

        • July 15, 2005 at 5:17 pm

          “so many people seemed to have got the wrong idea:-) “
          cant really blame them, can we now? πŸ˜€

          Yeah, wayanad completely rocks!! hope you have a great time there..

          Been caught up with things for a while now,hence the absence! hey,lemme know if you’re on yahoo or msn and we’ll catch up then..
          have fun:)

  3. July 14, 2005 at 12:16 pm

    I hope you didn’t throw up!

    Sounds like quite a memorable outing, and well written πŸ™‚ !

    • July 15, 2005 at 10:12 am

      hmmm, now thats a good one!!!!:-)Close, but not exactly.

      And yeah, it was one memorable outing.

  4. July 15, 2005 at 4:40 am


    I kept toying mindlessly with the embers, the intoxication hitting all the right spots. The moon seemed to be bursting out into little bits of ember, as a flicked one up. In a quest for a rejoinder. Ember to ember. Dust to dust.

    Whoa!!! Whoa!!! Whoa!!! Cut out all the romantic reverie ….the tent is on fire!!! And all our food is in the tent …..

    • July 15, 2005 at 10:19 am

      Re: ….

      Good one!:-)

      But nope. The tent did fall on us – but that was next day morning, and is a part of Part2:-)

      • July 16, 2005 at 12:13 pm

        Re: ….

        All tents on all treks must fall. All. Fall.

        πŸ™‚ Pleased to make your acquaintance.

        • July 18, 2005 at 9:54 am

          Re: ….

          Pleased to meet you too!:-)

  5. July 15, 2005 at 8:40 am

    >> I laughed for no reason, and I did not feel silly.

    1> Thts exactly wht you do when u r DOPED πŸ™‚
    2> How come there was no photographer in your gang.
    3> Waynaad is a wonderful district.
    The most amazing part of Waynaad is the drive through the bamboo forests specially if u make a pit stop to fuel urself up, and a over night stay @ 200$ a night tree house (The very same tree house which was shown on NatGeo)

  6. July 15, 2005 at 10:18 am

    I wasnt doped at all. Thats why it was weird.:-)

    Except for me, all the others in the gang are avid photographers. Maybe I will post the pics sometime.

    Yeah. I heard about – its not operating anymore though.

  7. July 17, 2005 at 5:14 pm

    Did u hallucinate about any sound or animal? (That would be more me I think)

  8. July 18, 2005 at 3:20 pm

    part2 whither?

    • August 1, 2005 at 8:05 am

      Part 2 finally posted.

  9. Anonymous
    January 13, 2008 at 7:08 am

    I love you all!

    Make love, not war!

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