K To The M - Shit!Man Stories

Author: Santhosh_GR

There were some very unforgettable quotes, expressions & moments provided by Shit!Man raghu which are …..

1. Predator behind your poo

Second day morning. Morning ablutions time. The previous night, Shit!Man had slept peacefully, while Dagar and Stinker had woken up from the cold, cursing the lack of firewood. The whole night, they had also cursed Shit!Man for snoring loud and clear.

Shit!Man fended off his sleep and snoring saying that he didn’t feel cold because he was “kaal na kayyalli tap maadthaa idde, adakke chaliyalla hoythu”. But this was obviously a mystery. If tapping was the solution, then it should be patented. Stinker remembered the song from one of Dany’s inimitable hero kaashinaath’s film, which goes “thattonaa thattonaa, swargada bagila thattonaa”, in one of his crass movies. Maybe Shit!Man and kaashinaath went a long way back “thatting” each other for pleasure.

Anyway, time for kakka, and the 3 went off in search of the soundproof and smellproof bush, so that the other did not hear nor smell the ass bursts and shit respectively. Of course such a bush was elusive. One also had to consider the fact that the sweet smell might attract something wild, which would obviously be out looking for some sumptuous breakfast.

Stinker and Dagar, did not mind each other’s proximity and went off together in the same direction. But Shit!Man preferred the moat around the guesthouse as said earlier in the travelogue.

He sat in the moat downloading his pungent poo, enjoying the sadistic pleasure. Downloading being one of the sexual pleasures according to Freud and Sade he was obviously oblivious to his surroundings.

Suddenly there was some stomping behind him. Shit!Man was afraid and jumped up. Some animal had come attacking from behind. He turned around warily; ready to run with kakka still sticking out of his ass. Life is for more important than a greasily smeared rear.

But wait, there was no predator. No wild bison or jackass for that matter. In fact in his wild abandon of downloading; his bum or shit or both had fallen on some twigs and had created the thumping, crackling sound. There was no predator behind his poo

2. Thika mucchinkondiro ravi

It was the second day afternoon. Shit!Man and our other guide Kumar were tired. Shit!Man was ruing the day he had agreed for the trek.

But our over enthusiastic DagarMan was over the top literally. DagarMan is the kind of guy who will climax with a phantasmagorical orgasm just at the sight of good scenery and a hard workout. He was in nether nirvana owing to one very special factor of the trek/Unga which was – the shortcuts. Now, the trek was done on a dilapidated century old road from Kodai to Munnar which had gone bad, just like the hair of DagarMan’s over shigekai’ed hair. Every now and then when the road wound itself in a hairpin bend, there would be a shortcut to go up instead of using the road. This shortcut was steep, almost a 45 degree gradient. Painful and tiring to climb. But for DagarMan this was manna from heaven, he wanted to daintily climb up the shortcut, sweat, and be ecstatic at having climbed it. He was goading on Unga to take each and every shortcut.

This went on for quite some shortcuts, must be arnd 2 to 3. After the 3^rd shortcut it was only Unga, DagarMan and StinkerMan trudging along gaily up the shortcuts. Shit!Man and Kumar were breathless. They would lag behind each shortcut, cursing DagarMan’s enthusiasm. After the 4^th or 5^th shortcut, they had killer looks. They would have killed DagarMan and worn his balls as trophies for making them climb up. But DagarMan was oblivious to the agony behind. A dog in it’s sexual frenzy will never realize the boys getting ready to stone it.

The next shortcut was a long one. It went on at a 45 degree gradient for almost a kilometer I must say. Obviously Shit!Man and Kumar lagged behind and were lost. Unga had to shout, coax them and lead them thru the thickets only thru his voice. They were nowhere to be seen. At the end of it, the two emerged out of bushes like wet puppies yelping. By a quirk they had made a shortcut of the shortcut and had emerged abt 100 meters behind.

DagarMan by now was gloating. He was exclaiming “sakkat santu” to StinkerMan. He wanted Shit!man to come over and join him, bask in his sweaty glory. Obviously he must have been a eugenic gigolo in his previous life. He shouted “Raghu, illi munde baaro”.

Shit!Man was unkind. He had suffered all thru and now here was DagarMan acting like a Dagar. It was a fitting moment. He just curtly said…

“Thika mucchikondu iro magane”.

DagarMan was like a dog with the tail between it’s balls. Silent. No more gloating.

3. Elephant dung – Rubber legs

After having climbed the innumerable shortcuts, cursing DagarMan for making him take the shortcuts, Shit!Man was at his bodily nadir.

This was the exact moment for another chilling encounter. Fresh elephant dung. Unga like the professional he was used a stick to poke arnd the shit and said that the shit was fresh and the elephant was somewhere nearby. He said that we should all run downhill to escape from the elephants.

Shit!Man was exhausted and tired. There was no way now he could run. All his running abilities and preparation had been laid waste with DagarMan’s enthusiastic shortcuts. Given a chance he would cut short Dagar’s dick, not that he thought Dagar’s was a long dick.

Walking a bit further, Stinker man suddenly saw elephants walking in the front. No wait, they were some rocks, but from afar they looked like elephants. He showed Shit!Man these elephants. Shit!Man with his tiredness and iyengari naivety also believed them to be elephants. His words were gems..

“lo santu, eega enadru elephants bandre agalla kano. Full rubber thara agogidhe legs. Bandre anena enadru maadikollappa antha sumne ninthubidteeni”.

4. Unga or Elephant

Walking past some 2 or 3 instances of elephant dung, we finally reached the run down guesthouse with no doors, roofs, in fact nothing but walls. Just a bit ahead of the guest house, Unga showed us some more of the hateful (but madhu’s favourite) elephant dung. The path beside the guest house was the elephant path. There was a patch of mud where you could see footprints of all possible animals. Maybe one could also find the footprints of DagarMan in his kaadumanusya days.

The night was going to be a long one. We needed a lot of firewood “kattige”. The previous night had been bad because of DagarMan. He had burnt all the firewood in the evening itself. He had been over excited seeing the fire, maybe he had remembered his favourite uma bharathi’s fire colored dress and wanting to see more and sleaze more had burnt all the firewood. We had no firewood for the night and had suffered. This night would not be like that one. We would have enough firewood to last us thru the night. So off DagarMan went to collect firewood. Stinker man was collecting the dried up eucalyptus leaves.

Shit!Man having gotten to the final resting place after the tiresome walks, was resting. He had laid down like someone who had just puked all his food out and was in a fitful sleep.

StinkerMan was lazily still collecting the eucalyptus leaves.

Suddenly there was a rustling and stomping sound. StinkerMan exclaimed “ane irabahudu kano”. Shit!Man was all ablaze. His sodden legs suddenly came to life. He jumped right out of his reverie. It was a better jump than a grasshopper can ever do.

But the sound was nothing but Unga coming out from the other corner of the guest house. Looking at Shit!Man jumping he had a hearty laugh. For Shit!Man Unga or Elephant, the constant was pissing in his pants.

5. Sondilu

We had little protection from the wild in the dilapidated guest house. Just fire and some tin sheets to cover the door. The tin sheets could not cover the whole width of the door, but only covered some part of it. The rest of the door, abt 5 inches wide was left open.

During the night Shit!Man was left alone to his tapping and made to sleep in a corner. The corner towards which there was a gap in the tin sheet. Dagar and Stinker slept huddling each other, so that they could heat each other up.

Stinker was regretting not bringing his girl/wife along. He was saying how she would have given him respite from this accursed cold. Shit!Man and Dagar did not like this. They didn’t want only Stinker to be hot while they were languishing cold. They said “ee thara maada baaradu santu, namma hotteyannu hurisabeda”. But Stinker was oblivious, hoping to be hot just thinking.

All thru the night Dagar and Stinker would get up, go to the fire, get their tika, and hands singed in the fire, come back and sleep to again get cold. This went on for a long time. Once in between Dagar wanted to pee and went out holding on to his torch, one in his hand and one inside his pants. The torch was to be lit while peeing. We didn’t want anything jumping out and trying to pull out one’s dick thinking it to be a lolly. As usual, Dagar was his uncanny self. He wanted to experience the bliss of peeing in the dark. He turned off the light. But this time even he was freaked. Not able to even get a drop out in the dark he turned the light on.

Coming back to the guest house, in his fret, he forgot to cover the door completely with the tin sheet. The gap between the sheet and the door was wider.

All this while Shit!Man was in his tapping heaven. Tapping this legs with his hands, maybe even tapping his tool for that momentary fleeting pleasure. Now when I look at Shit!Man and see his flattened pants, like a woman gymnast, and unlike a male gymnast, I wonder whether the tapping of his tool has made it recessed, maybe sent the tool back hiding between his legs not able to take the tapping. Ace Penture pet detective and the villain man in the dress of a policewoman in the end, if you care. He woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing he saw was the sight of the gap in the tin sheet. That was frightening.

As he told us the next day morning. “lo, rathri ella onde hedarike kano. Swalpa gap itthalla, adarinda enadru ane sondilna toorisi nan kaal hidkondu eledu bisaaki bidutte anta, enla maadodu aa thara aadre”

6. Durra burra

The night was uneventful at least with respect to the wild life coming-a-calling.

Morning obviously was again shitting time. This time Kumar and Unga warned us not venture out far and also to be near each other.

DagarMan as ever was effervescent, happy to search a place. After much deliberation a path bifurcating from the elephant trail and going uphill was chosen. After all if there were ane’s we could run downhill.

Dagar and Stinker were ready, having grabbed their share of tissue paper, for that matter even the previous day they had used tissue paper. They sat abt 10 meters away from each other, unbuckling their pants and wrapping the kacha and pants arnd their knees.

Shit!Man’s job was not so easy. He couldn’t shit with his pants around his knees. For him shitting necessitated removing his pants completely. He had to be completely bare naked below his butt. That was the only thing which would given his some smooth slidings.

With Dagar and Stinker convincing him that they would not see his bum, of course they wouldn’t have wanted to see the bum, who knows how warty it would have been, he undressed and sat down. Where he sat there was elephant dung! He didn’t care. He just wanted to shit and slide away.

Now there was a problem. Shit!Man had wanted to shit right since early morning. But he had been afraid to go all by himself. Dagar and Stinker had delayed the shitting rituals by an hour or two. This meant nuclear disaster. Shit!Man’s problem was that the longer he delayed, the more his farting sounds, the worse the smell. To add to his woes Dagar and Stinker were also down on their heels just a few feet away.

He warned both of the impending hiroshimaesque risk and went about his job clinically. Stinker and Dagar were inundated with the blasting of Durra Burra and submerged in the intoxicating smell.

Coming back to the guest house Stinker narrated stories to them. A few weeks back at home having farted to his satisfaction an idea had stuck Stinkers brain. He told Madhu that he would create a new super hero called “The StinkerMan”. This superhero had the gift of having the stinkiest fart. While crimefighting he would jump, flip around to face away from his enemies and launch the stinkies “oosu” right at the face of his enemies. Madhu obviously cried blasphemy. She didn’t want any of this nonsense. She had hit StinkerMan hard and told him never to create this super hero.

Now sharing this story with the team, everyone was excited. Lots of epithets flew around, Pukerman Raghu, Buttkick a.k.a sidekick Ravi, SadeLady Madhu, Dagarman, Shitman. The names you find above owe to this story.

Long live community-collaboration-shitting-oosing.

7. “Shit Man!!”

Third days walk was very very tiring. The elephants had mauled down, uprooted all the trees on the path on which they had passed. Stinker and Shit!Man had to jump, bend over the trees. Over and above the legs were rubbery as said above.

We were all walking in a line. Unga up ahead said something to Dagar. Dagar passed this message along to Kumar. Kumar passed this word along to Stinker and Shit!Man behind.

Kumar had said “There are wild-dogs ahead”.

Shit!Man could take no more. His legs were rubbery, all thru the path he had seen elephant dung, ready to go downhill at the first hint of the dreaded sondilu. Now there was one more thing to bane him. This was way too much or as Malashri says in one of her movies “idu too much alla three much”. He shouted

“Shit Man, Shit”

His exasperation had lent itself to this gem of a statement. The tone, vocal frequency was the right pitch. Sad that only Stinker heard this jewel.

There had been no wild dogs. There had been a wireless station ahead and this is what Unga had said. By the time it reached our ears it had turned into “wilddogs”.

8. Stalking syndrome

It was a long long walk. 10 kms thru the jungle, most of it downhill, some uphill too. Elephant dung all thru. There were some places where the elephant had crossed the road. The trees on either side were all broken and there was a wide path. It seemed like the elephant had gone downhill. Unga’s suggestion to run downhill had no merit. The elephants would have run too. We would have been flattened below it’s legs. Even it’s dick with it’s weight would have easily crushed us according to Shit!Man.

After having walked about 7 kms, Shit!Man wanted to pee. Unga was not in the mood for resting. He wanted to reach topstation as soon as possible. Nobody would stop if Unga did not stop. Shit!Man not able to control stopped and went off to pee.

Even the pee was not relief providing. Shit!Man felt that there was something wild, some animal watching him pee so as to attack him. He couldn’t even pee to satisfaction. I bet he just held on to his dick and ran peeing on the road.

He hurried to catch up with the team ahead. Walked fast. But he still felt that there was something stalking him. He could feel the cold calculation of some beast behind the bushes and brambles trying to pounce on him. He could take it no more. It was stalking syndrome at its worst. He ran the rest of way to catch up.

I saw him flushed with his face red when he caught up with us.

9. Sugarcane juice

The whole of 4^th day morning had been walking around the Meenakshamma temple. We were tired. Shit!Man’s legs had gone rubbery again. DagarMan was hungry and wanted a good meal. We were on the hunt for a good restaurant. But there was none in sight. The arya bhavan we had been to earlier was fake.

In Munnar we had wanted to go to Saravana bhavan. But Kumar said that this saravana bhavan was fake. Saravana bhavan is supposed to be best hotel chain in tamil nadu. Our Buffalo Nagi loves saravana bhavan. His affections for Glory (his girl) compete with his affections for saravana bhavan, that’s how deep his connections towards Saravana bhavan go. Nagi claims that there is a Saravana bhavan in New York also. It is true, there is a saravana bhavan somewhere in 28^th st and Lexington avenue in New York.

Kumar said that you could identify a real saravana bhavan from a fake one by looking at the photo behind the cashier. If it had a photo of the owner with specs then the restaurant was original else it was a fake. He had not seen such a photo in the Munnar hotel and hence his claim that it was a fake.

The arya bhavan we went to in Madurai also had a photo of the owner with specs. But I think it was some other “dabba nan maga” as DagarMan said.

Our hunt for a good place to have lunch led us nowhere. We were exhausted from the dirt and “dhool” of madurai. Shit!Man was dead tired and did not want to go any further. It was at this time that we saw our oasis. It was a roadside sugarcane juice stall. Dirtier than dany’s old underwear hung in BTM layout since 2 years. But we were ready to take the plunge. Nothing could daunt Stinker, Dagar and Shit!Man.

The juice was like amruta. Sweet with the surgar from sugarcane and also the dirt of madurai and lesions on the sugarcane juice vendors puss filled hands. We had a nice full glass.

Immediately after gulping the juicke our Shit!Man was up and firing on all cylinders. He said “full shakti bantu kano. Innu ondy ardha-ondu ghante bekadru naditeeni”. The juice had worked its wonders on him

Why “K to the M”

Author

Santhosh_GR

Anyone who has seen Rajnikant’s BABA will be able to appreciate this. The team are big fans of Rajni.

In BABA there is a constant background song “B to the A to the B to the A, BABA”. Our trek being from Kodai to Munna it was the “K to the M”.

K To The M - An Account of the Trek'athon

Author

Raghunandan.Keshava



The Cast;

StinkerMan: Santhosh_gr.

DagarMan: hm.ravi (who else!!)

Shit! Man: raghunandan.keshava.



Prologue

After the Kodai pleasure cruise Team D had decided on the challenging trekking endeavor from Kodai towards Munnar around December. Finally, the strength of the venturing team reduced to a mere 3 from the earlier 6 what with Dagar dany and Samsaarasta Narada backing out.



So it came down to the ace 3some - StinkerMan, DagarMan, Shit! Man.

The D-day (25th Dec, 2003) came and the trio was ready with their 10kg heavy backpacks and armed with Sharada Devi's small booklet in their pockets.



The Story begins...

The night journey to Kodai Road on the Toot'kudi express was uneventful. Their guide Kumar was waiting for them in the Station as the frikkin' train arrived late on Day One. They were off to Kodaikanal and reached Kumar's residence at around 11.30 am to complete their morning ablutions. Shit! Man was by then really feeling the thrusts in the pelvic region. It was a very cold December there. They were raring to go when Kumar came in and told them to board a jeep to go to a spot near Berijam Lake some 10 kms from Kodaikanal. The trio was also introduced to their Trail expert Udayakumar a.k.a Unge. For the next 2 days this soft spoken pro was to lead them safely through the dense jungles in Tamil nadu and across the Kerala border to Top Station.



It was around 1 pm when they started on the trek. At around 2:30 pm they halted for lunch. It was a pre-packed delicious meal all thanks to Kumar and Unge. They were off again to walk for quite some time. Breaking twigs on the ground, sometimes treading on the soft grass of the jungle & sometimes on hard terrain they had to walk around 8-10 kms to reach their first base-camp before nightfall. And walk they did, fast and furious. Unge led them wonderfully through the jungle and also showed them the haunts of the wild bison and the sambhar.

Circa 5:30 pm, the Go5 spotted their rest house. This was one cold place. Fortunately it had some mats on the floor for them to sleep on. Unge immediately got busy in getting wood for fire.

Soon they had a blazing fire. They sat down happy and tired thinking about the next day. They ate some snacks and brandy gave them some respite from the cold. After an hour they were back in the hut to start another fire inside. Dinner was a small affair with some rice & sambar.

StinkerMan and DagarMan were soon to face their coldest nights ever that night. They woke up often during the night to warm their cold arses. They were often up and huddling close to the fire for warmth.



Day 2 arrived.They all had a cup of tea early in the morning prepared by Kumar. The trio then went off to take their shit armed with tissue. Shit! Man sat in the hole (a moat like structure) prepared by the forest staff around the house so as to prevent elephants/wild dogs to come near the house. It was a nervous 'shitty' session for him. They had to cover quite some distance, around 20 kms to reach their next camp before nightfall.

So, they started off. Occasionally they rested for a while & savored the beautiful locales all around. They replenished their water stock from the mountain streams. This session was a tough one alright with most of the trek being uphill.

Kneeling & tripping through fallen trees, they trudged on through the dense vegetation to reach Pulimanjaru. They took a well deserved rest there; they were also able to spot a few trout in the nearby stream. Unge also displayed the skeletal remains of the head of a bison; two actually, one old and the other quite new.

The group also took large doses of glucose to boost their reserves. This was one helluva session for the group. Unge also urged the group to move on fast as they spotted pachyderm poop along the narrow, thorny trail.

Around 3 p.m; the group reached their stop for the second night. This was a dilapidated hut with no roof. It was also dirty. They got busy in accumulating wood for the entire night. DagarMan set about on this task with great enthusiasm. They cleaned up one corner of the house and laid plastic sheets to lie on.

Unge also cooked a delicious meal which included rice & tomato curry. The MTR ready to eats were also eaten up. Not to forget, the brandy and one quarter of rum (Thanks to Kumar!!). Unge also showed us the trail of an elephant that had passed just inches close to the house. StinkerMan had his thermals on, DagarMan wore jeans over jeans and Shit! Man wore his Cots wool shirt, all in anticipation of a very, very cold night. The 3some chatted for some time. StinkerMan was heard telling DagarMan a Birbal tale. Shit! Man was frequently tapping his feet to stave off the cold with not much success. They could see the starry night sky while sleeping. They could also spot a shooting star.DagarMan's opinion was that it was some satellite/planet in orbit. Shit! Man also put on the pocket radio that he had brought for the trek to hear on the cricket score but all that he could get to hear was some crap.



It was a cold Day3 morning they all woke up to. They had their fill of the morning cuppa prepared by Kumar. Then it was time to Shit. So the 3some sat down in close proximity to download their pile accompanied by some music emanating from their arses. Unge and Kumar cooked another delicious breakfast for them. Then they were off for the final session of trekking. They were told by Unge that they would reach Top Station by afternoon.

They marched along the elephant trail very ably led by Unge. For some time the trail was uphill. Then it eventually eased out. They reached the Chinnar forest reserve. They walked on and on for quite some time with relatively no rest periods in between. Unge urged them to keep on walking because he felt that it was risky. Unge also advised them to run downhill in case they came face to face with the pachyderms.The weather was pleasant and that alleviated their stress. The trail was also slushy as they walked on. They also spotted fresh elephant dung that really set them flying on their track. Finally, they crossed the check post and felt safe enough to relax. They found leeches crawling on their feet. They were disposed off with bits of salt that they had thoughtfully carried. Another 10-15 min of walking & they found themselves in TopStation, their final destination.



They posed for a group photo along with Unge and had a cup of tea to refresh themselves.

They deliberated among themselves on what to do and where to go next. It was decided that they would visit the temple town - Madurai from Munnar.



So, they took the bus to Munnar and found themselves face to face with some breathtaking locales (tea plantations all along!!) along the winding, hilly roads. Munnar was a busy little place. They spotted Saravana Hotel there (Note, Nagi!!) and very much wanted to eat there. But they were told by Kumar that it was a fake. So, they had a tasty Kerala style lunch and boarded the bus to Theni. This was another grueling 4 hours journey which had apparently 18 hairpin bends. Soon the 3some parted ways with their guides. It was another hour's journey to Madurai from Theni. Kumar had given them a map to move around in Madurai and also given us the address of a nice hotel called College House. It was around 10 pm in the night when the trio checked themselves into a nice double bed room of College House which also had the luxury of a TV.



Day 4’s morning saw the group in a relaxed mood. They first went to the Railway Station and booked general tickets till Kodai Road. Then it was time for a hearty breakfast at Arya Bhavan. Then they walked towards the famous Meenakshi temple. The temple was spread across

16 acres of land. Huge temple towers dotted the landscape. They also tried in vain to get a good guide to tell them about the history and subtleties of the temple architecture. The thousand pillared hall is a great place to visit. The trio marveled at the mélange of sculptures of humans, gods and animals. It seemed that great attention was paid to physical details by the artisans’ right down to even a lion’s testicles. It was art, sublime art at its erotic best. This perhaps highlighted the attitude towards eroticism in that period. Matter of fact, some figurines had revealing bustiers and some had nothing below their waists!!



They came out of the temple for lunch and resolved to go in again in the evening. Lunch over, they came across a theatre nearby which was showing a 3D movie called "Revenge of the Shogun Women". Some kinda Neeli chalanachitra. They watched the movie for about an hour and half. They went back to the temple and had a glimpse of Meenakshi Amman. An hour later they were back in their hotel room and packing up to catch the train bound homewards.





Epilogue

Like all good things, the adventure had come to its end. In the train the awesome threesome pondered on their memorable & eventful 3 days that they had spent together and indulged in “Yes, we did it!!”, “Sakkat kano!!” expressions. All in all, it was a worthwhile excursion perhaps physically demanding but very satisfying.

Kodai Trip

Author: Nagi

Hi,

Some how i'm able to write this. Jst add something is missed. Don't have a time. Meeting ko jana Hai.

Madhu .. If spelling mistake/Grammer mistake idre jst adjust madi. namge English nimastu Barodhilva. OK

Tell me one more time how to pronounce "Love"... We can't .. becoz we born and bought up in India. Wat Say Guys..

Enjoy Madi.






Day 0 -> 22-Aug-2003
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After a long and dreary set of discussions [or the lack of it :) ], the coterie of itinerants decided to take on the

KodaiKKanal (Sanjay & Madhu, Check out the spelling, I did't miss splet it, isn't?) head on regardless of the heavy rains in

the region. Notwithstanding the usual trait that has come to be associated with the gang, we decided to move along and have

a nice time. It was decided that we will meet at the rendezvous in Jayanagar. It did't happend. This time culprit was Nagaraj

. We boarded at around 9:45 p.m. [ no "sharp" here :)) thanks to Raghu for the tickets) The tuticoron was to take us to

KodaiRoad, from that to Kodaikanal which was to be our base over the next 2 days. after all the initial hiccups, we finally

set off towards Kodaikanal and its pristine offerings.

Day 1 -> 23-Aug-2003
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The sole chatterbox in the group [ ???? ] woke us all with a rude jolt at the unearthly hours of 4:00 a.m. when we

were only expected to wake up at 06:30. (Guess Who else!! Sanjay's Mobile) With the bantam of tamil knowledge finally we were

able to hire a taxi to Kodai. A slight drizzle greeted us on the way to Kodai. This immediately set us worrying as to our

agenda for the next 2 days.Thankfully, the rain was only in trickles.

We managed to find out the location of the "ITC Guest house" with more than a little help from Madhu's Memory. Selvaraj of

ITC guest house gave us a warm welcome in the late morning. Thanks again to Madhu reminding us about the ferocious Bhira

(Dog). We met the Selvaraj manager and Madhu spoke to him, It was decided that we will take some brunch and will leave by 12

Noon. we then met software engineer Kumar as our guide/driver/Companion for the next 2 days.

The gang was up and raring to go at exactly 12 Noon We had a good breakfast. The chutnee was delicious. I could smell some

Mysore taste in that chutnee. Thanks Selvaraj for making that. Then we are all set for our endeavour for the day.

Our first stop was to be "Silent Valley". We had a good view of the nature and we took some snaps there. Then next

spot was Shanti Valley, ( Kannda Version of Silent Valley - joking). The view was even wonderful than Silent valley. Then we

moved towards Guna caves. On the way we saw one more place where full of eucalyptus trees( This is called shola * - donno the

exact name). Madhu showed her strengh again by climbing the tree. (Wonderful Madhu, I could remember the Adimanava days).

Then we stopped at Guna caves. This suppose to be the best spot in Kodai. but unfortunately we did't have luck. The Guna

caves was closed since 2 yrs. We had a vague view of the Guna Caves and proceed further. Me did not wasted no time in

reminding Raghu/Sanjay about the BSNL's Superior reach to Airtel's. This was to become a routine affair until the time the

twosome could get back vengefully which was when we reached Kodairaod. More on that later.

Then we had a nice lunch @ HILVIEW Restaurant and some snacks in the near by bakery. Then journey headed towards Twin rock

view. Again we did't have enough luck to see those rocks. Then we went to see the suicide point near the golf field. This

golf field is the second biggest in asia in terms of natural. In Bangi/Chennai we have much more big fields but these are

artifical. Then Kumar took us to Uppper lake view, we had good view of the Kodai lake then we went to 150 yrs old church.

Santu showed his genius by recalling some facts abt the chirstianity.

Then finally we went to Vishnu temple. We can see the Palani view from the temple. Kumar showed us the direction and we could

see some sign of the palani temple. It was drizzling and we saw 2 rainbows @ a time. I havn't seen 2 rainbows at a time in my

life. We also had some photo sessions in this place. One googly we faced Guess what !!. Liril falls. It was Shane's Google

only. Finally we have signed off the day and went to guest house. Had nice dinner and as expected we started the party.

During the party we enjoyed a lot by watch ZEEMGM. Then Ravi D beat me in the carrom board :((- then .......slept...


Day 2 -> 24-Aug-2003
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Ravi woke at 06:15 did some jogging, exercise and we were ready to leave by 8:45 after some of us had a cold shower. Our

agenda for the day was treking and boating. We first headed for Treking which is about 6 km away from Kodai.The route to

this place is studded with lush green forests on either side of the road which was almost an illusion to me. This did not

deter the enthusiasm of the group and we had no plans of giving up.This place, supposedly the abode of a hermit, is around 2

km of trek away from the parking lot. Initially we were faced with the disappointment when all we could see was a small

cavern atop the Hill. This taught me not to jump to early conclusions as we were to see some spectacular sights enroute our

way to the spot. We we reached the pinnacle that was the heaven for me. we were immediately awe-struck by its splendour and

misty mountain backdrops Nothing else we had a good time there and spent quite sometime to refresh our memory.

We returned wearily to our bastion at around 1:00 p.m. and promised to meet Kumar to again after an hour. We finally

vacated the Hotel at around 3:00 after the lunch. The plan for the rest of the day was boating and boarding the Bangi Exp @

kodaikkannal.

We had a bombat time at the boating. First we took 7 seaters boat self row boat, Madhu was our Driver/Ambiga for all of us.

Thank God finally we were able to escape from all the misfortunes. Then we 4 decided that we will have pedal boat. Ravi and

Madhu are eagar to get another 2 seater self row boat. This time when we were acutally in the middle of the lake, the rain

started. We 4 came back and later madhu and ravi joined us in the rest room.

Then we are all set to go back to kodai road. We started at around 3:45 pm. On the way we saw cascade falls and rat tail

falls. Finally we reached the kodaikkanal road @ 6:30 PM. We could spent some time in Kodaikanal road and finally our Bangi

Exp. Came @ 8:15. We bought some food packets for dinner that night and almost devoured the entire stuff within 1 hour of

boarding the train.The group went to sleep at around 10:30 dreading the day that was to follow after all the excitement of

the last 2 days.

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The train was literally toying with us for 1 hours before we were dropped at Majestic.

A special thanks to Raghu & Ravi for being the wonderful co-operation .

Thanks again to one and all for making the KODAI trip memorable for more reasons than mentioned above.So long till we meet

the next time.

Antaragange

Author: Nagi

Hi Gayz/Gals,

May 1, 2003

The monotonous routine of office life induced a feeling of ennui for all of us. So we decided to go someplace by bike ride. We were NOT able to fulfill the santosh' choice (Kokkare Bellur), As per Ravi and Nagi, finally the place was decided "ANTHARAGANGE".

As ususal our jaunt started bit late. This time becoz of "SAKE", We started from BTM Villa @ around 10: AM. Ravi and Raghu wanted to have something, hence our first stop is Udupi Garden. (As expected before going to hotel, Dumma told he will share the food, While eating it is otherway round, we were sharing the food and dumma was having it ! :)- jst kidding). After the first innings we headed towards hanging bridge in ring round. We had a good experience in the bridge and really we appreicate BMTC to have that type of bridge in our home away from home (i,e Bangi)

While going towards Kolar, we met "Airavatha", he was moving from Bangi to Tirupathi. Then on the way we saw Dhandupalya, kolathur villeges. Actually we could smell Dhandupaly's power on the road itself.

We enjoyed the journey, the road was good and finally we reached Kolar around 12 in the noon. Raghu was driving the Ravi's splendor in a gallop ( We can say somewhat less that that).

In Kolar, we packed some brunch to have it later. Then we entered Antharagange. The first sight of Antharagange was not very much attractive. We had thought that it would be full of water and water falls but all our expectations went unfruitful.

I believe Antharagange was a holy place. We wnt and asked that Poojari, He explained the history of the place.

As per Poojari, In Dwaparayuga one sage was there, Before the pooja he use to bath in Ganga River for that he was going to Ganga river and he will took his bath there only. (Don't ask me how he was going and all. Jst say OK). Then Gange felt ruth on this sage and she told, no need to come here only for bath, i will come there only. Then sage told how it is possible!! then gange took one nimbhu, one stick and Gange itself, she told, these 3 things i will throw here and in your place you will see all these three things. When the sage came back to Antharagange he saw nimbhu, stick and water was coming here. Hooh. Unbelievable right !!!

This was the history that, the water in Antharagange is coming from Ganga river. After that we took that gange and tasted it. Sakkat aaghi ithu. Then we were relaxing we saw some kotigalu doing some xxxx. (Censored) We enjoyed a lot there.

Then everybody was hungry and badly we wanted to have something. We wnt down the place took some snaps and we started eating the brunch in the lunch time. Our most adventurous Girl, Madhu saved chameleon life. Actually some sabru behind that, but eagle-eye madhu was toooooooo quick this time. She saw this and saved the life of chameleon. hats of madhu. (neen speed nodi sustu aghu kustu bidhe !!!)

The clock strikes 4'0 clk then we realised that we need go back to Bangi. We started from that place and we finished light tiffan in Kamat (Don't forget that juice that we had was sakkat Blade).

Santu and dumma came fast and we were waiting for Raghu Darling near whitefied diversion. We could not find Raghu Darling. Santu left that place bcoz his bike head-light was not proper. (i think we played safe here). We waited for almost 50 min, still Raghu and Ravie did not turnedup. me and Dumma wnt back to Kamat hotel ( almost near) then I got a call from Raghu. (Mobile thoghodihaakku sarthaka aythu ankonde).

In that vague vision dumma was riding the bike and i was recalling the memories of Antharagange. .. in back seat.

Cheers
Nagi