Wednesday, February 27, 2008

T minus 135. Leave approved.


30 minutes ago, leave has been approved. Now the real planning can begin.
Step One - Get fit.
Not that this was anything new, but the real, tangible, fixed goal is there. A date by when:
  • I need to be able to walk 5 hours on an incline carrying 10 kg without gasping, and
  • The coffin nails get kicked.

Step Two - Stock Up

Draw up the wishlist, wantlist, shopping list. All that you will need for those 15 days. Where and when to buy.

Step Three - Register.

Book your place before it gets sold out. This will disappear likie hot cakes the closer it gets to the date and other leaves get approved.

Step Four - Invite.

Once you're in, get your friends in as well. As many confirmations as you can, to cut down the time you'll be spending with strangers.

Scenes and the City, Episode IV

A Recharge Station with a difference. Not for your phone, but you - Mumbai's world-famous cutting chai, being completely honest to itself.
Ahhh... nothing like a hot shot of superstrong, superhot, made-all-day tea to perk you up.

Monday, February 18, 2008

T minus one gross.

144 days to go.
The Next Big Thing is on.
It's just been conceived, right now - and absolutely nothing else has been done - but it exists. It's something to aim for.
I have a target.
Now we need to see if I can reach it.
Watch this space.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Elephanta Island day trip

The Journey


A ferry takes us out to the island from the Gateway in around 45 mins, past the Naval and JNPT refuelling docks.
The harbour is a teeming carnival of every possible type of boat -


catamarans and rickety 'luxury launches' with wooden frames creaking under the weight of brightly-colored, squawking-parrot-flock day tourists like hard-working labradors;

Koli fishing boats like scruffy mongrels,

trawlers wallowing in the sun like lazy beagles while the catch is sold off on the mainland and the crew takes a rest between trips;

supercarriers ponderously, and deceptively slowly, shouldering their way through the swells with their titanic loads like juggernautian St. Bernards;

elegant, brilliant white yatches poised in the harbour like glamourous golden retreivers;

dull-grey, gigantic navy aircraft carriers brooding grimly off to the side like moody dobermanns;

and small speedboats zipping around like pomeranians among the pack.

We pass a concrete battle station. It's made of smooth, featureless, soft-edged sloped concrete that we realize has been built to take the maximum of shelling damage from enemy ships without being destroyed, with bunker-slits and AA guns shrouded in canvas on the top.
Looks like a ghost structure; can't see anyone on it all, though they're probably watching us from inside. The contrast of bright, sund-drenched concrete, deep dark shadows, and lack of people makes it look like something straight out of Resident Evil 3: Extinction. You keep expecting to see the undead begin shambling out of the recessed bulkheads the moment you step on it.


The boat ride ends with gulls...

and buoys.
(So sorry, but I just couldn't resist that one... :)
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Elephanta Island: First Impressions

Elephanta begins with a long jetty which is a lovely walk in this awesome Delhi-winter weather that Bombay's having by some unexpected fluke of meterology; we pity the lazy farts who decide to take a toy train instead to trundle down the length of the jetty, rather than walking.

Where there is Indian Culture and History, there will be firangi tourists. And where there are Firangi Tourists, there will be The Great Indian Flea Market, an entity that I am convinced is run by some ISO9001 corporate organization. They've achieved a depth of penetration way better than the Unilevers and a standardization of look and experience better than any MacD. It's always the same blue tarps, trays, beads and statuettes, crystal, and handicraft. The only thing that changes is the subject matter of the local guidebooks and T-shirts. Even the vendors look related.
Where there are Firangi tourists, there will be domestic tourists. And where there are domestic tourists, there will be chips, snacks, peanuts, soft drinks, and packed food by the ton.
And when the Supreme Being looked down upon this, and saw what the Tourist hath wrought, She shook her head with utter exasperation, and said,
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"LET THERE BE MONKEYS."
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And there were.
In every variety of color, shape, size, temperament, and ingenuity.



The monkeys on the island are Bonnet Macaques (Macaca radiata), all quite similar to each other, and to Laloo Prasad Yadav.
A shock of white hair in a bowl haircut, protruding ears, the works. Some have the hair spiked upwards like Dennis Rodman for variety, or possibly to expand their markets to include the European visitor.
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They've become so completely used to the tourist lifestyle, an entire set of learned behaviour has emerged. For example -
1. Tourists carry food, and can be enticed to share food by pathetic looks.
2. When pathetic looks don't work, hoots, snarls and bared teeth will do the trick.
3. When all fails, add a leap and a slap, and it's free meal of the day time.
Monkey antics also included, during our visit a female macaque slapping a closed bottle of Mirinda out of a hand, grabbing and scampering away, and sitting on a rock pile, steadying the bottle with her feet and opening the cap with both hands, before polishing off the bottle with an elan that would have any marketing manager scouting for brand ambassadors drooling and gibbering with desire.
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taste aisa chhaye, character phisla jaye!


The new brand ambassador has been found!

Mirindaaaaaaaaaaahh!
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There's a constant war going on between the dogs and the monkeys, and the monkeys seem to have the upper hand because they have three huge advantages - they have opposable thumbs to open packets and bottles; they have novelty value; and they can eat in trees, away from the dogs.
A young adolescent snatching a large blue plastic bag from a local and finding it weighs twice his own weight, keeping six humans at bay with snarls and growls while he rummages through it like a customs inspector acting on a tip-off.
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To his disgust, there's nothing but warm clothes.






When not literally stuffing their faces with other people's food, the monkeys fight each other or groom, snoozing in the sun.
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Grooming, snoozing, eating, drinking, and robbing & mocking tourists.
This is the life, innit?
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R gets inspired and grooms a Hutch advertisement that comes waddling up.
He leads her back to his home, and we witness a beautiful idyllic domestic scene that must have served as the inspiration for the Sanjeev Kumar - Deven Verma starrer Angoor - two pairs of twins.
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The Caves
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Elephanta Island is a misnomer. It's actually Gharapuri Island (the place of caves) and it's just the caves that are called Elephanta, and that too by the Portugese that found the island in the 17th century. The actual caves were built between 600 to 1300 AD, under royal patronage.
They're not Buddhist caves, unlike Kanheri, Kondana, or Bhaja, though the architecture and style is similar, and Buddhist monks did stay here during the period when the Bombay islands were a thriving port of commerce under the Gupta and Pala empires. It's actually a Shiva temple, with Buddhist-style representations of Shiva in the form of Nataraj ...
and of course, the many Shivalingas in the caves.

The Portugese have a lot to answer for. The Elephant statue which gave the place it's name - they tried removing it, and out in the harbour, found the weight too much to handle and dropped it into the sea. (It's now recovered and in the Albert and Victoria Museum.) With the classic puritanical horror reaction at the subject matter, and used the statues for target practice for rifles as well as cannon-fire after driving out the monks and the native population.
If you visit today, the first thing that strikes you is this contrast - the silence and peace of the temple, cool stone, faint sound of the waves, the quiet of hundreds of tons of stone above your head... and the frozen violence caught in time, the silent cacophony of the shattered, mutilated statues -
all of which still, even after the damage, retain the expressions of serenity and peace.
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The tourists also are a little subdued in the timeless silence; there's the usual mix of locals, foreigners, the ubiquitous bongs, and because of the importance of Nataraja in the South, a fair number of Tamils. There's also a North-eastern family with 3 small kids and tremendous enthusiasm.
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You can clearly make out the city folk. Having grown up in the background roar of 13 million lives and sounds, Silence comes as a deep, shaking psychic shock. These are the people who will talk, play music, sing, and when that runs out, just make random hooting cries and shouts to drown out that terrible no-sound.
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Cannon

No, it's not a Japanese photography company that has actually gone to the extent of purchasing tourist landmarks; it's just the Great Indian Spell-check not at work.

On top of the hill there's a pair of gun emplacements and magazines, to be used against ships in the event of a naval attack. This would have been built by the Portugese, I guess, though the British have replaced the cannons with more modern anti-ship guns. Disused and abandoned, but still quite impressive.
I polished off an absolutely awesome lunch of chicken and mashed potatoes from Indigo Delhi sitting under a tree there, listening to the waves and watching the ferry wharf far below.
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Return Trip
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The last ferry leaves at 5:30, so we were aboard the good old ML Aisha by 5 and heading for home when we suddenly got surrounded by seagulls. After struggling so much in the morning to get a good snap, this was like being tossed not just a bone but an entire mixed non-veg platter (large).



Around 30-40 gulls maintained a perfectly synchronized glide with the ferry, weaving amongst each other and snapping own to get the fish alarmed to the surface by the ferry's engine. It's an awesome sight; pure white, crisp-feathered, graceful birds effortlessly floating in the air alongside you, in perfect control of their flight. They actually were levitating rather than flying, it looked so effortless. Got some amazing videos and close-ups. National Geographic, eat your heart out!




Arabian Sea Sunset

Bombay Skyline

In the distance, the Indian Empress


The ferry rocks mightily, heaving up to the alarmed cries of aunties and uncles alike. It's the wake from a fully loaded Korean supercarrier rumbling past in behemothian disdain.

It's called 'Soon FU'. You already did, bud!


The wind picks up, and it's awesome - the kind that makes the tips of your ears go numb.
Uncle doesn't like this, and adopts a chelonian approach to adversity, literally drawing back into his own shell.

Near the harbour, satiated at last, the gulls flew off, and we made our way past Vijay Mallya's Indian Empress to the Gateway jetty.
In the gold of the setting sun against vertical dusty blocks of the Bombay skyline, it's sleek, backswept whiteness turned into blue-silver poetry.
Personally, I think it's too big and a bit squat, but when I get mine, this is the image that I'm going to hang up in the stateroom and entitle it, 'Inspiration, 2008'.

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