Visiting GRT Temple Bay-Mahabalipuram

February 1st 2009.

Poochi Venkat and I were to meet Swiss Railfans Mr. Oskar Morikofer and Mrs. Stephanie Morikofer at the GRT Temple Bay, a small 5-star luxurious resort in Mahabalipuram. I had already met the couple along with Clara, an Aurovillean at Venkat’s house. This was Oskar’s turn to honor IRFCA and the Indian Railways. Oskar invited us to GRT Temple Bay. This was my second visit to a 5-star resort after my visit to a similar one in Pondicherry with friends a couple of years ago.

Earlier, Oskar and Stephanie had visited Egmore, Central and Royapuram stations during a Heritage Walk with Poochi Venkat. Also this wasn’t the first time, Poochi was taking foreigners for a heritage walk. They were leaving to Switzerland on February 2nd morning at 0940hrs. I was requested to come in semi-formals/formals. I was in a black T-shirt with collar and formal black pants. Poochi was in white-shirt and white pant. Poochi and I boarded a Volvo A/C Bus 588 to Mahablipuram. The ticket costs Rs.48 per head. The A/C was good. I like traveling in A/C bus but I don’t travel in A/C sitting/sleeper class trains. Don’t know why? The bus was slow till Kovalam and later on picked up speed. We even overtook a deluxe class 588 bus which would have started atleast 15 minutes earlier than our bus. The scenery was awesome. Palm Trees, beaches, greenery. Amazing! We got down at Mahabalipuram at 1745hrs. 1 hour ride exactly. Buses were coming in and moving out. The funny thing was as people were trying to get down, more people were trying to get in and as a result of which no one could come in or go out. And after a couple of minutes, I believe someone decided, "Alright, let the folks inside, come out first".



Venkat suggested of taking a walk to the Mahabalipuram beach. As I walked with Poochi, I saw typical younger generation (what am I then? Interesting question) girls and boys taking a break from work as it was a Sunday. I saw a girl who should be in her 20’s in Jeans, sleeveless T-shirts. I believe that she would have looked prettier if she had been in a salwar. This wasn’t the first time I am seeing such “ultra” modern girls. Romba dhaan ultraangada saami!!!

The gates to the beach were being closed as it was 1810hrs and the beaches are open only till 6:00PM. A couple of small girls tried to sell ornaments made of sea-shells etc. But we weren’t interested. I saw the contrast in life between humans. There are people who are well-to-do and party all day and there are people who don’t even get a plate of meal each day and there are also people who observe things and couldn’t take initiatives as they are afraid of politicians.




We stood there talking of various topics till 1840hrs. We decided to walk back again to the GRT Temple Bay where the Morikofers were waiting at the reception. As we walked backed, I could see a bunch of cows in a meeting. Atleast 20 of them. It was nice to see Steam back on rails last Monday (see blog article on Heritage Run). Nice to see cows back on roads this Sunday! These are the characteristic signs of my country and we would like to stay as we are and we aren’t just willing to change!

The entry to the hotel was grand. It remembered me one of the games named Hitman, where I played as Agent 47 to steal a briefcase from a 5-start hotel located near seashore. Surprisingly, everything was similar except the fact that was a game and this is real life and I have come for a good purpose. Fountains watered the grass and trees. It was dark by now and the ambience was good. The Morikofers greeted us at the reception and we spent some time at the hall before proceeding further. Now comes the fun and the interesting part!

We proceeded to the bar. This was the second time I was in a bar, but not for drinking as usual. Star Cricket TV channel was chosen and Sachin Tendulkar was getting ready to bat. This was a repeat tele-cast of a match that took place in yesteryears. The Morikofers were dressed up in formals. They were very much interested in having Sula-Indian brand but it wasn’t available. Looks like within 60 years of Independence India has set a benchmark in everything? Since sula wasn’t available, they had Irish creamy liquor along with Poochi, while I got busy with Coffee. I was amused on seeing the menu card. The price of Coffee was only Rs.120. Compared to the Pondicherry rate of Rs.150. I feel this is cheap. Lay’s Potato Wafers and Groundnuts were served. Cheers to the “INDIAN RAILWAYS” said Oskar. I like Oskar very much for his love for Indian people and Indian Railways. Oskar has been in India for the past 20 days and has seen various places in Southern India that includes Kovalam, Munnar, Ooty, Madurai, Chennai, and Bangalore.



Then I had Tea. Sore-Throat! I remembered Goundamani’s dialogue of 5-star hotels. “Verum sorum, sudu thanniyum koduppanga, naama pongi pongi thinganuma. Ada enna da unga 5-star hotelllu”. I believed that Rs.1000 I bought from the ATM was enough. I had my own doubts too! I just believed that Poochi would save the day!

As Poochi, Clara and the Morikofers continued to talk of Indian Railways, I glanced around. I could see a beautiful girl in charge of bar. I felt bad for her. Why was she working here? Family problems? Financial problems? She had a fake smile while greeting me and Poochi. I saw some sadness behind those eyes. She has failed to hide her sadness. The maximum I could do is to pray for her success in her life! She was in a uniform with knee long skirts and she had little of lipsticks and powder on her face. That surprised me! I believed that she would have been more beautiful if she had been without those artificial cosmetics. I guess she was surprised in seeing me just having coffee and tea with groundnuts inside the bar instead of liquor. I guess that she would be doing her part-time education while working in the resort. After reading these lines many would think that I am a porikki looking at girls. There are a few people who look with lust in their eyes. There are a few who look with love and appreciate beauty with respect. You decide to which category I belong to……



We then proceeded to the Sea-side Restaurant. Wharf! That was the name. It was situated close to the sea. We started off with soup. Poochi and I had Broccoli and Cheddar soup while the Morikofers went for the “catch of the day”. Spaghetti with Pesto sauce, Smoke Salmons for Poochi, Broccoli Veg Kebab for me along with some Fried Rice. Naan with Dal Makhani was ordered for everyone. I thought Paneer Butter Masala would have been a better choice, The Morikofers called the sabji’s as paste and not side-dish. That amused me slightly. Later I did a bit of research and found out what terms like Broccoli and Cheddar meant. Broccoli is a plant of cabbage family Brassicaceae. Cheddar was actually a village in the Somerset, United Kingdom. The cheese originated there and it is quite popular in Australia, United States.

After a long time, I found myself using forks to eat food. I liked the table mannerism. I was impressed with the decorations. I was having sore-throat and the soup was comforting. Poochi enjoyed salmons but by the time he started with Spaghetti his stomach was full. He asked the bearer to parcel the Spaghetti. So he didn’t go for desserts and I had sore-throat and I wasn’t interested in having anything chill. As Mr. Morikofer had tea, I apologized to him for not having Champagne and seafood. I explained to him that I was a teetotaler and a vegetarian. He seemed to be impressed and happy.

Overall, it was great to be with Oskar and of course Poochi. I felt happy that I have represented my country well. If I hadn’t got that nasty sore-throat things would have been even better. It took roughly 45 minutes to return from Mahablipuram to Adyar. The car was Indigo. I believe that one of my friends Gowri has got the same car model. Driver Ramesh drove at 90kph consistently. I was back home by 2345hrs.

-Krishna Kumar.S
Article typed on February 14th, 2009 but posted only on April 13th, 2009.
Since my visit was in the evening, it was already dusk and I didn't take any photos. All photos used in this webpage were taken through Google Images.

Visiting Vijayawada[Blazewada] by Janshatabdi

Jayakar and Ramachandra greets the Chennai gang at Vijayawada Railway Station. L-R:-Jayakar Sankara, Ramachandra, Poochi Venkat, Junior KK(myself), Sriram Karthik, Sr.KK. Pic taken by Vimalakar.



15th March 2009.

The run-up for the trip to Vijayawada was a tough task. It started a month back with polls conducted for fixing the dates/destinations. The purpose of visit was different. It was to simply travel UP and DOWN in the same train to enjoy the spirit of rail fanning in Indian Railways. Vijayawada also known as Bezawada is the third largest city in Andhra Pradesh located on the banks of the Krishna River and bounded by the Indrakiladri Hills on the West and the Budameru River on the North. Vijayawada means "The Place of Victory". Vijayawada is regarded as the the “Business Capital of Andhra Pradesh”. Situated along the Madras-Howrah and Madras-Delhi Railway route, this is the largest railway junction of the South Central Railway region. The city is in Krishna District, about 275km from the state capital Hyderabad.


Poochi and Sr.KK posing. Onboard 2077. They sat in the same seats for the return journey too.

I came from work at midnight 12. I browsed the system for a few hours. I generally sleep at 0400hrs. It was difficult to change the pattern which I had followed for many months. I went to bed at 0230hrs and got up at 0430hrs. I was in a dilemma whether to go by bus or MRTS. I walked into KB Nagar station and found out that on Sundays, trains don’t run in the early morning hours. I went to Madhya Kailas and thought of boarding a bus to Saidapet and then catching an EMU to Park or else catch a 19G directly to Central. As I boarded 5E, I saw a 19G coming in the distance. I thought of switching bus at Saidapet, but 19G overtook my bus near Anna University. Just miss! I got down at Saidapet and boarded an EMU to Park. I was at MAS at 0610hrs. I met Poochi at 0615hrs. He was wearing a black t-shirt with the IRFCA logo. My friends Vimal, Sr.KK and Sriram arrived quite early too. WAM-4#20618 from Itarsi was our power. I was slightly disappointed because I expected a WAP-4. This WAM-4 had rear view mirrors. Though I am not a big fan of WAP’s, I still love them in action. Nagaraj and family arrived at 0655hrs. I was slightly tensed and worried as they were quite late. We should appreciate Nagaraj for his efforts. Perhaps, this was the first time; I saw a family joining MAS gang for RF.


Sriram Karthik poses for a snap. Note the handsome youth in the blue shirt.

We started at 0705hrs. At Korrukkupet, TN Express crossed us at high speed with honks! I was amazed at the power. Sr.KK proudly said, “Our drivers!” We crossed Anuppambattu at around 80kph! I settled with my MP3 player in my mobile, listening to my own favorite music’s! No prize for the guesses it was the Back Street Boys! I had downloaded a couple of new songs from Youtube and put them in mobile. I settled in my aisle seat listening to music floating in my own world (something I do often). We had one extra seat and it wasn’t booked I believe. We managed to keep control of it throughout the trip and kept our luggages on it. If anyone asked I just said that the person has gone to the restroom. That imaginary person was in the restroom for 7 hours!



Nishant kutti-youngest railfan in IRFCA.

We were running late initially. We were trailing behind EMU’s. Gummidipondi has improved a lot in recent years and has become an industrial town. I guess even the MTC operates regular bus services to Gummidipondi. Updating my friends on my travels through SMS has become one of favorite hobbies and is very much appreciated and liked by even non-travel fans in my phone list. After my train crossed Arambakkam, my friend Aravind helped me in passing messages as in roaming it would cost a lot for me. Arambakkam is the northern most railway station in Tamilnadu. I was eagerly waiting for my train to cross the TN-AP border. I have a mysterious love and affection towards Andhra Pradesh, though I live in Tamilnadu. My Jan Shatabdi Express was doing good speed. The climate was excellent! It was cloudy and had a bit of moisture here and there. Poochi Venkat and Sr.KK said that we were lucky to have a good weather.


Senior Krishna Kumar doorplates the 2077 JS.

We arrived at Sullurpeta at 0830hrs. This brought back memories of 2007 in which I had idlis and dosais at a hotel near the tracks before heading towards Sri Hari Kota for an Industrial Visit. Sullurpeta is also known as ‘Rocket Town’. I was standing at the door for a few kilometers. Track sounds were excellent. Dhadhak! Dhadhak! Trees, rice fields, passed in a jiffy! I went back in time. Some sweet memories, some tragedies. My heart was filled with powerful emotions. Don’t ask me why! I won’t tell. My silence, sadness, reason for joy is best understood by these iron horses and the person who is going to come in a horse. We reached Gudur 10 minutes early! As my train entered SCR, there were jerks and shakes in coaches slightly. It was time to have something spicy. Sr.KK, Sriram, Vimal and I had some samosas. It had a lot of salt in Sr.KK’s opinion. It wasn’t that tasty in my view. I went to the door and I could see a dog standing there. It was gasping for breath and looked at me with eagerness. Sometimes I am alone. Lots of feelings to share. No one around to care. I don’t mind sharing my samosa with the dog. My friendship with animals began many years ago during the early days of schoolhood.



Railfan in action!

At this point, I would like to tell you something. My house is a bit old and the backyard is a natural haven for animals like Monkeys, cats, squirrels and dogs. Dogs and cats often lived as families in the terrace during the 1980’s and 1990’s. During childhood I played all alone. I use to play with tennis balls by hitting them on the walls in an angle and when it rebounds I use to catch it before it crosses an imaginary boundary rope. I use to tie up tennis ball in a rope and hit them with bat. It was during those days, a female dog gave birth to 6 puppies beneath the car in the car shed. The pups were of different colors. Black spots, black and white, pure white. One fine day, when everyone was asleep in my house I went to the car shed. The mother dog had gone to have food. The puppies were asleep. I quickly took one of them and silently crept upstairs. I kept it under the tank. I had a thought of bringing it up on my own as my own friend. I quickly went down to grab some food for my nameless friend. To my horror, I saw that the mother dog has returned and was sitting beneath the car. But she hasn’t realized what had happened. I went and grabbed some Milki-Biki’s and gave it to the pup. The pup gratefully accepted it and wagged its tail in gratitude. Then I felt sad. It’s my fate that I am destined to be born alone. Why should people around me suffer the same?

The next day when the mother dog had gone out, I took the puppy in my hands and came down the stairs to put it back with its brothers and sisters. To my horror, I saw my father and mother standing in the entrance. They had counted the puppies and they had found one missing. They feared that one of them would have fallen in the drainage or in the marsh. Seeing the pup in my hand, my parents were upset. I received a lot of scoldings that day evening. Days went by! The pups grew up and started moving out of my house. One dog alone stayed back! It was the dog to which I gave biscuits. True to the meaning of loyalty, the dog stayed back and lived in the car shed for good. During my evening walks, morning walks, shop visits, the dog accompanied me. The good old watchman of the nearby flat arranged for its vaccination. The dog was named ‘Timmy’ but that name was rarely used and the dog was nameless throughout its life. Timmy’s son was Tommy. Tommy’s son is Damien-my present dog. I learnt the meaning of loyalty and gratitude from dogs. Later on, I adopted a few kittens and I developed a love for all animals gradually an affection developed towards all living beings.


Tallest signal post in MAS-BZA section? The train was going slow and I managed to pull out my mobile to take this snap.

WAM-4#20618 honked! I came out from trance, back to my own world. My train was entering Nellore at 0949hrs. WAP-4#22511 was hauling 2711 BZA-MAS Pinakini Express and was entering Nellore. We had an unscheduled halt at Bitragunta. We reached Kavali at 10.33AM. Father of Andhra Pradesh Potti Sri Ramalu was from Kavali! Kavali in Telugu means “Patrol”. Let me give you some facts as I type the report! My train maintained time and good speed throughout the run. Tanguturu station was passed at high speed with dusts flying all around. Typical characteristic of aggressive driving! Prakasam Pantalu was from Tanguturu and was the first CM of the Madras Presidency; however when India got independence the Presidency was dissolved later. Great people come from villages. How true it is! He was regarded as the Andhra Kesari (Kesari meaning lion).



Tanguturu Prakasam Pantalu, Portrait in the Parliament House.

We reached Ongole at 11.22hrs! As my train entered into Ongole, I had a glance at the town. I could see women in sarees, men in dhotis and kids playing with tyres. Dogs, Buffaloes, cows were also seen. And by the way, Ongole is famous for Ongole breed of Oxen. The Ongole oxen have a distinct large hump over the top of the shoulder and neck. They have long legs which help them to walk in water and when grazing. These oxen can adapt to all except very cold climates. They are very resistant to high temperatures and have natural resistance to various parasites and diseases. Brazil is the largest breeder of these oxen. These have shortest ears of most Bos indicus types.



The history of Ongole goes back to the era of the Mauryas, and Satavahanas who ruled most of present day Andhra Pradesh. A few inscriptions dating to the Satavahana period were found in a village called Chinna Ganjam, near Ongole. Ongole is one of the major centres for tobacco trading in Andhra Pradesh. It is a bustling beehive of commercial activity with dairy products, cigars, cereals, pulses, groundnut and pepper being exported to all corners of the country.
We arrived at Chirala at 12.02hrs. Chirala was earlier known as Kshirapuri. Even before the Industrial revolution took place in the west, the rural artisan weaver of this Chirala had done marvelous work of producing 7 yards of sari in a match box. This is only an example numerous talents hidden in the villages of India. It speaks of the highest excellence in the art of weaving, unmatched skill and talent of handloom weavers the yesteryears of India. WAP-4#22670 was seen hauling Coromandel Express just as we entered Chirala.
Here and there I could felt some jerks and shakes similar to meter gauge trains. Possibly, due to loose soil in the coromandel coast of India. We passed Bhavpuri, presently known as Bapatla at a normal speed. Suryalanka beach a picnic spot is just 5km away from the Bapatla station. I doorplated for sometime. Poochi called out that the cutlets were being served and I immediately rushed to my seat to have cutlets. Cutlets were served with tomato sauce. We reached Tenali-“The Paris of Andhra” at 12.49. Both UP and DOWN Janma Boomi Expresses were seen at Tenali Jn. WAP-4 and WDP-4 was seen. Later Sr.KK explained to me that WAP-4 and WDP-4 change trains at Tenali. Both UP and DOWN Janma Boomi Expresses meet at Tenali to change their respective locos.


Potti Sriramalu was born in Kavali. He is regarded as the Father of Andhra Pradesh.

Poochi predicted that we would reach before time. WAM-4 did a good job. We passed through small stations like Duggirala, Chiluvur, and Krishna Canal in a jiffy! During my researches later, I found out that Duggirala was famous for Turmeric and Chiluvur was the first Internet Village in Andhra Pradesh, in which the AP Government took various measures involving High-Technology to improve the village with high technology and its literacy rate. We arrived at BZA at 0117hrs, 17 minutes before time. I could see Adilabad-Tirupati Krishna Express waiting at BZA with WAP-4#22766.
We were greeted at BZA by Jayakar Sankara and Ramachandra. We ordered for North Indian and South Indian meals with Nishant kutti opting for Paratha. Basmati Rice with Dal, Two chapattis and kurma was served. I thought that I should have had some naan and paneer butter masala. But I erased the thought since Naan and stuffs are available in a hotel near to my house itself. Jayakar gave a Bar one chocolate to everyone. I kept this as a souvenir for a day but ate it the next day!


Scenic route! MAS-BZA.

We slowly walked our way back to the last platform. WAM-4#20618 was ready to haul us back. We had the same coaches and the same seat number! Only two seats differed. Sr.KK, Poochi and few of us sat in the same seats but faced towards the engine this time. The pantry staffs were surprised and puzzled to see the entire group in the same seats. This incident happened even during my last BZA trip with Ashwanth and Co. After giving a long thought, I decided to have Matka Kulfi. I take caution while taking anything chill as I don’t want my throat to get affected at any cost. We were slightly late till Ongole I guess. However, we reached MAS on time thanks to some real monstrous driving!


2077 passing through Chinnaganjam. Note the climate in the background.

Unlike the run on 2077, I door plated in the return journey for a long time. I didn’t want to miss the scenery. There are a few hurtful moments in life. There are some good moments in life. I heal my wounds during the train journey! As I stand near the door or as I gaze through the window I recollect the disturbing events. Dhadhak! Dhadhak! Praaang! Heavenly music! It’s like water gushing over arid land. I sat at the door and enjoyed the run and the speed. Each time when we approached a station or a halt, I use to get back to the seat to protect it. A couple of years back, I had a funny habit! I use to put handkerchiefs on seats to catch reserve them! I might have got this habit while catching 21 L during my college days.
For some time Vimal and myself doorplated. WAG-7 came at 100kph hauling a train near Tettu towards BZA. The train wasn’t that long and I believe that it was a passenger. It was followed by WAP-4#22306 which hauled an 8 coach train. This was the moment of the trip. The weather had turned slightly cold (not that cold but still cold) and cloudy. There was a huge gap between the two tracks and tall grasses were seen all over the area. I saw 22306 with the rake amidst the tall grass. For sometime, it looked as if the train was going on top of the grasses. The entire atmosphere was gloomy and cold breeze hit my face hard. After sometime, WAP-4 hauled an express train towards BZA. As we crossed Kavali, Pinakini entered into the station with WAP-4#22589 at its helm. Majestic entry! Our LP’s did a good job in making up for the lost time. We were late by at least 15 or 20 minutes as per Sr.KK but we reached MAS 2 minutes early.


2077 passing through Stuvartpuram at a moderate speed.

Then we were in for a problem. As a result of a clerical mistake on my part there was an error in the ticket. Instead of selecting female in the drop down box I had selected as male. The TTE caught hold of it and was talking of rules. I was standing at the door when all this was happening. I was called and I examined the ticket myself. I couldn’t believe that I had committed a silly mistake. But I felt that it could be excused. But I felt the TTE was talking too much. I knew that I was in the wrong side of the law, but I thought that this guy could have ignored it. There are many tickets less guys in trains, rogues and people creating nuisance and harassment. Those guys are running loose but they would catch only me? I didn’t want to pass on any comments on him as he is also a fellow human being like me. And also the mistake was on my part. Vimal showed up the ticket of 2077 and indicated that the previous ticket was fine and only this one had an error. The TTE was talking of penalty, squad and went away murmuring. I told to Sr.KK that I would pay the penalty and take charge of everything if the squad comes.


2077 passes a small station.

After a while, I realized that I had just talked rubbish! Thank God, Sr.KK, Poochi nor Vimal took it seriously. Though I said those words just to dissolve the problem, it might look as if I am cutting people short from speaking. I later apologized to Poochi and Sr.KK. I was happy that they had understood my words in the right sense! I am sure if it was someone they would have taken this in a different sense! The word “I” is a dangerous word! For the past few months, I am trying to cultivate the habit of not reacting to circumstances. I need to work on this again! In one sense, I was happy that a Government official is so sincere in his duties. Overall, it was a different experience.


2077 blasting through Uppugunduru.

Though this incident was a petty one, there are a few lessons to be learnt. I booked the 2078 ticket on a separate day as it was already 2245hrs by the time I had finished with 2077. After trying at least 8 times I managed to book tickets for the return journey. It showed that the “Page cannot be displayed” and I got irritated slightly. That would have led to this error.


Fairy Queen in BZA.

I could observe that southern Andhra Pradesh wasn’t that much modern or technically advanced. I noticed that Agriculture is the main occupation in these regions. I believed that handloom, weaving was also equally important in these areas. That’s the reason why the entire area looks green and fertile. Most of all, it looks beautiful. Sometimes, I use to think that I should buy a plot near Kavaraipettai or Nellore and watch trains. Or even settle in some villages after a couple of decades. I don’t know whether those things would be possible or not, but no harm in sharing thoughts! Though I have done this route twice I thought of doing this route again in a Sleeper Class Day train possibly in Andaman or Navjeevan or Coromandel. Due to Jan Shatabdi’s abnormal windows and seat arrangements I couldn’t enjoy much. I admit that!


Another view of the steam loco.

We reached Gudur at 1845hrs. I called up Ramkarthik and had a small chat. After Gudur, I had a small nap for 40 minutes. Once I entered back in TN, as usual I sent a message to everyone as if I had achieved something great in life! I take pride in small things! I enjoy doing things! We were running quite early. As Sr.KK predicted after Ennore we had a tough time. We were stopping at many signals. The fun came at Korukkupet LC. The LC was closed and we saw a Santro car standing inside. How could that be forgiven?


Entrance to BZA Jn.

After reaching MAS, Sr.KK went to Saravana Bhavan for dinner. Vimal went towards Park to catch an EMU towards PZA. Sriram left in a bus to Royappetta wheareas Poochi and I boarded 21 till Luz and then changed to 29 C. I got down at Adyar signal and walked all the way to my house! I felt the power of the iron horses for another time! The world will soon feel the power of The Person who is going to come in horse.

-Krishna Kumar.S

Lord Parashuram-The warrior sage

Lord Parashuram, the warrior sage.

Lord Parashuram was the sixth avatar of Lord Vishnu. Parashuram was a revolutionary Brahmin sage who exhibited the qualities of a Brahmin as well as a Kshatriya. Parashuram was the grandson of Bhrugu Rishi. Bhrugu’s son Rucheek married Satyavati. Satyavati approached Bhrugu for a boon. As per that, she asked a child for herself and her mother. Satyavati was married to a Brahmin but her mother was married to a Kshatriya. As per that their sons would have the respective qualities of Brahmin and Kshatriya. But Satyavati followed rituals of her mother and her mother followed the rituals of Satyavati. This led to confusion. Satyavati pleaded with Bhrugu Rishi and asked her that this shouldn’t affect her son (Jamadagni), but would affect her grandson (Parashuram). Jamadagni had the qualities of Brahmin. Jamadagni married Renuka and they had four children’s. Their last child was Parashuram. When Kshatriya’s grew adamant, Mother Earth approached Lord Vishnu for help. Lord Vishnu descended to Earth as Parashuram.

Parashuram was believed to be an Avesha Avatar. It is believed that after fulfilling the purpose of Avatars, Lord Vishnu left the body of Parashuram and Parashuram lived as a normal human being thereafter. Parashuram was highly dedicated to his parents and extremely obedient. His courage, warfare tactics, valor denoted his character as Kshatriya. He knew the Vedas and underwent extreme penance to get various boons. Though He was an avatar of Lord Vishnu, Vishnu never exhibited his true powers, but instead lived a simple, ascetic life and set an example for the humans. If there is something good in anything, it should be followed and accepted. Let it be Christianity or Islam.


Lord Parashuram, a brahmin, an ascetic, a sage.

Jamadagni prayed to Lord Brahma and got a boon. Since he was living in poverty, he asked Brahma to grant food. Lord Brahma gave a cow called “Kamadhenu” which would give unlimited food and dish. Meanwhile, Parashuram underwent severe penance praying to Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva presented him an axe, “Parashu”. His name was Ram, but since then he became to be known as Parashuram, The Ram with Axe. Once King Kartivir Arjuna visited Parashuram’s ashram. He is believed to have 1000 hands. Jamadagni fed the entire army and the King with the help of the cow. Kartivir Arjuna was a greedy person and he demanded Jamadagni to give the cow in exchange for gold. Jamadagni refused as the cow was presented to him by Brahma himself. Kartivir Arjuna forcibly took the cow and devastated the Ashram. Parashuram was away from the Ashram at this time. When he returned and saw the mess, he grew extremely angry. Parashuram went to the kingdom and killed Kartivir Arjuna and his thousand hands and retrieved the cow.

Once Parashuram’s mother Renuka went to the pond for a bath. At that time, she saw a handsome youth. Though she was married, she desired for the youth. Jamadagni came to know of this and got extremely furious. He commanded his elder sons to behead their mom for having lost her purity of thoughts. The sons refused as it was their mother. In the end, Jamadagni asked Parashuram to kill all his brothers and his mother. Without any second thought, Parashuram obeyed his father’s orders and killed them. Jamadagni was extremely pleased with his son’s dedication and asked him what he wants in favour. Parashuram asked the lives of his brothers and his mothers. Jamadagni was amazed at Parashuram’s dedication and love for his siblings and parents. He granted his wish and Parashuram got his brothers and mother back alive.


A portrait of Parashuram.

Meanwhile, the sons of Kartivir Arjuna were plotting revenge. Though Parashuram was their target, they wanted to kill Jamadagni, his father and make Parashuram realize the pain of being without his father. Since Parashuram had killed Kartivir Arjuna, a king he has done a sin. So he went on a pilgrimage to cleanse his sins. When he returned back he saw that his father has been killed by the evil Kshatriyas. His mother hit her chest 21 times and explained what had happened. This enraged Parashuram so much that he destroyed 21 generations of Kshatriyas and wiped out all evil monarchs and replaced righteousness and Dharma. Parashuram dedicated his entire life for the safety of Brahmins and sages fighting against all evil Kings. Parashuram was a brahmachari, an ascetic and a Chiranjeevin.

Parashuram is a popular God in Kerala. It is believed that he fought the advancing waters and saved the land, which is now called as Kerala. Parashuram built many temples dedicated to various Gods, Goddess and restored spiritual interests amongst people.


Parashuram.

Parashuram in Epics

Ramayana

Parashuram was a devotee of Shiva. Lord Vishnu incarnated as Ram in a Kshatriya family. He was to marry Sita. During the betrothal ceremony the suitors were to lift the bow and string it. Only Lord Ram was able to do it and in the process broke the bow into two producing a tremendous noise which reached the ears of Parashuram. Parashuram arrived at the scene. Vasishta Brahmarishi requested the Kshatriyas not to confront the sage. But Sita Devi approached the sage and seeked his blessings. Parashuram blessed her by saying, “Sow Bhagyavathi”. Then he turned towards Ram. He instantly recognized Ram as an avatar of Lord Vishnu and his superior. He couldn’t fight with Ram as he has just blessed Sita Devi.





Mahabharatha

Parashuram hated the Kshatriyas. He taught warfare only to Brahmins and not to Kshatriyas. For the sake of Duryodhana, Karna disguised himself as a Brahmin and learnt warfare and even to handle the greatest weapon the Brahmastara. Once Parashuram was sleeping on Karnan’s lap. At that time, a bee stung Karna. Karna didn’t move fearing that it might disturb his teacher’s sleep, so he withstood the pain. The blood came oozing out and the wetness of blood awoke Parashuram. Parashuram was shocked to see the blood. He inquired about the incident. Parashuram felt that only a Kshatriya could have withstood such a great pain and felt that Karnan could be Kshatriya. Karnan accepted the truth and apologized. Parashuram cursed Karnan saying that Brahmastara weapon would never be useful to him when it matters the most! Later on, Karnan is killed by Arjuna under the guidance of Lord Krishna who is none other Vishnu himself.

Of all avatars, Lord Krishna and Ram are the most popular ones. But there is a meaning in each and every other avatar too. Bhagwan Vishnu’s kindness, love for his devotees is felt when he comes to help his devotees in times of need and danger. Parashuram avatar has impressed me for many reasons. Parushuram’s love and affection for his parents, his courage, valour and warfare despite being a Brahmin has impressed me. Generally, Brahmins are highly noted for softness, innocence. As a result of which they are also often ridiculed for their rituals and practices. At one point it is said that Brahmins discriminated people and lower caste people by not allowing them into their houses and temples. Maybe true! A few people would have behaved like that. It is wrong. But is it right to ransack Agraharam and their houses and loot their property? Raping young Brahmin girls, women, cutting the hairs of Brahmins and their sacred thread? I believe there is a difference between humans and animals.

One of my friend told that there was a book published with the title, “Towards a No-Brahmin Millennium”. Just think if there was a book released in the name of “Towards a Non-Islamic Millennium”, just think what would have happened. Brahmins are so helpless that they are afraid even to fight for their basic rights. It’s not that a Religion is bad and other is good. Religions are a path to attain salvation. There are a few things in this world which cannot be reasoned and explained like how teachers teach pupils. Few things should be learnt through self-realization.

There has been a lot of criticism on the sacred thread the Brahmins use to wear after their Upanayanam. Each Religion has got its own principles and each set of people deserve some degree of freedom. Generally, everyone views India as a traditional Hindu country. But I view India as a land belonging to all people and all religions. India’s fate is to be diverse and unified and that it would be so with the blessings of God. There are even Muslims, Christians and Parsis living in India. That’s a good sign. As I told earlier, every Religion has got its own principles. India belongs to all Religions and everyone. The preamble of India defines India as a secular, socialist, sovereign, democratic Republic.

In Islam, circumcision is practiced in which during the neonatal period foreskin of the penis is removed. My view is that it should be painful. But that’s what Islam says. It is against Human Rights violations in one point of view as generally it is performed on a minor. As per Indian law, only a person above the age of 18 is considered is a major and can be independent. What does the Union Government have to say on this practice done on minors? But did anyone dare to raise that question?

While I was walking down the streets of Adyar there was a CD shop. I went into it and purchased a few classic comedies of Vivek and Goudamani. I was shocked to see porn VCD’s available and a boy aged 15 was purchasing at least 5 of them. 15 year old is a minor. He is having free access to pornography in this traditional country. The girls acting in such porn movies are below the age of 18 and they are forced to act by giving sedations, tablets. Most movies are taken without their consent. If Government has got time to give Royal permits to such shops, why can’t they permit Brahmins to wear a simple thread and a kudimi (sikam)?

During the days of British Raj and after Independence, Brahmins generally took up posts as Priests and clerks in Government offices. Due to reservations/quotas, generally Brahmins were never allowed to climb the ladder in their career. Most of them took up Bank jobs doing CA, PUC. After sometime, they were slowly removed even from temple duties. All temple in charges appointed in all main temples in Tamilnadu are not Brahmins. Tamilnadu is the only state in the entire Republic of India in which the State Government has taken drastic actions on a community which is widely accepted for temple duties.

There has been a lot of criticism on Lord Ram, mythological stories; religious practice where a common lay man demands an explanation on the Engineering Degree of Lord Ram. In Mathematics, there is a concept called Axiom. It is statement which is not proven conclusively but it is believed to be self-evident and serves as a starting point for deducing and inferring other units. In Mathematics there is also a concept called Theorem which requires proofs and illustrations. Theorems are created by humans, Axioms are never created as they exist and they will continue to exist in life. They need to be discovered and not invented like Theorems! Axioms and Theorems constitute Geometry. Likewise, religious practices and rituals are like Theorems. Few needs to be proved and few are self-proven like Axioms and they can be understood only through self-realization. There are basic Axioms of life which serves as a base for Religions (Theorems). Love, non-violence, care, respect, understanding, patience are the basic Axioms of life. All theorems (Religions) are written on the above aspects. These constitute life. This is the Geometry of life. People might wonder why the need for Theorems (Religions) when Axioms (Love, respect) hold well? The answer comes here: Life is not a straight line and few problems can be solved only through with the help of Theorems.

India is destined to live as a Union of Religions, cultures, and traditions. India deserves a first world status for its unique lifestyle and people. There would be Churches for Christians, Mosques for Islam, Temples for Hindu’s, Fire-temples for Parsis. There is no pride in living as a separate state, but the real achievement is to live as a Union. All men, women and children are to be treated equal. There would be no abuse, human rights violations, rapes, forced prostitution, theft or robbery. After all, we are all humans and towards the end of the day, we should say to ourselves, “We did something good to someone” or at least we should say, “I am happy that I didn’t harm anyone today”. Living in India is all about accepting the similarities and respecting the differences.

-Krishna Kumar.S

Indian Railways-Steam Engine Ride

Madhan, Sridhar Joshi and Nishant. Pic taken by Sriram Karthik.

January 26th, 2009.

The day started off in a dull manner. My original plan was to see the Republic Day Parade in the Television. But I decided to join my friends on a visit to Royapuram to see the steam locomotive heritage run. Frankly speaking I am not much of a steam fan. It must be due to the fact that steams were stopped during my early days of childhood and I witnessed only diesels and electric action. But I admit that I got interest in trains only after getting impressed with chug-chug sounds and the steam whistle. I use to play with toys when I was a kid. I remember seeing Steam locomotives in action hauling Cholan Express but I have got faint memories of those days.

I purchased a ticket to Royapuram at Kasturibai Nagar and I walked to the MRTS platform at Kasturibai Nagar. Satya Narayanan was coming in the EMU and I was to join him in the same EMU. At Mylapore a.k.a Tirumailai, Sriram Karthik joined us and got into our coach. Our EMU ride was good. My EMU negotiated the curve before MSB. I saw the corpse of a dog lying on the sides. It must be at least a week! Poor thing. Reminded me of my present adopted dog Damien. Then we boarded a Gummidipondi bound EMU at Beach station and got down at Royapuram which was the next station.


Pic taken at Royapuram. Pic taken by Sriram Karthik.

The platforms at Royapuram were empty in my opinion. We decided to walk along the tracks. In the far distance, I could see the steam locomotive. The locomotive was majestic and that changed my mood slightly. I also became interested in steam engines, though I am much more of a electric fan. Immediately, I called up my house and commanded my father to quit all works at once and come to Saidapet "Lonely Express platform". Please note that "lonely express platform" in my house means the platform in Saidapet where Fast EMU’s, expresses pass without stopping. That's the fast line. The platform is lonely and no train stops there as EMU's use slow line. That's also the place where I study when I am free.

I immediately called up a friend of mine who drives Auto Rickshaw and asked him to pick my father at my house. Then I called up my father and convinced him to board the auto to come to SP. My father being loyal to the Government was interested only in travelling in Government transport buses. I didn’t want my father to strain so asked him to come by auto. He is in his 60's and I don't want him to strain but he is more fit and energetic than anyone else. He still believes simplicity is the best!


WP#7200 Steam Locomotive. Pic taken by Sriram Karthik.

Sridhar, Chechu, Madhan, Suresh Babu, Dilip and Nishant were waiting near the locomotive. This was the first time I was meeting Madhan. Sridhar led us into a coach and asked us not to move here and there. Looks like Sridhar has got a lot of contacts. The coach was nicely decorated with balloons, color papers. It had speakers, music systems and some nice music. Chechu sir wasn’t much interested in music as he believed that it destroyed the natural ambience. He was right; the entire mood went for a toss as silly songs were played almost throughout the run.

It didn’t look like a Heritage Run, but some other thing which I don’t want to mention. The songs certainly destroyed everything. Apart from this, everything was perfect. We whistled and moved out of Royapuram. We did only 20kph. I never believed that I was behind a steam locomotive. Credits to Perambur Loco Works for the overhauling and repair works. In my opinion, the loco performed well more than I expected.


The Hero got resurrected. Pic taken by Sriram Karthik.

As we crossed Chennai Beach Jn, people stood in platforms to wave out to us. The entire crowd was amazed. The young ones were excited to see the steam train. It seems they already knew that we were coming. Few people had the national flag with them and waved out to us. We need to appreciate one thing in our country. Our country values Heritage more than anything else. Over these years, it is only the heritage and culture which has bonded us towards progress. During testing times, it’s only the heritage, culture, moral values, traditions which would save us and nuclear arms, weapons won’t really save us.


My steam train negotiates a curve. Pic taken by Krishna Kumar.S

As we crossed Fort, I could see Poochi Venkat taking snaps from the road. I tried to capture a photo of Poochi Venkat, but it wasn't possible as my camera mobile was incapable. People were standing in the roads and taking snaps through camera mobile. Even young couples stopped and took photos of the train. The MTC bus drivers also waved to us as they drove the buses. Meanwhile, one of my friends Viswanatha Srinivasa Prasad was also travelling parallel to us in an EMU. We were running parallel for sometime and VSP's EMU overtook us!! VSP is 50 year old. But I just couldn't believe that he is old. He was doorplating the EMU and waving out to us and his reflexes amazed me. If I was in his place, I wouldn have thought twice before standing at the door especially when the EMU was crowded.


A child gets interviewed by the media. Pic taken by Krishna Kumar.S

We were greeted with warmth in all stations. As we crossed Chetpet, people from houses, flats waved to us. Chechu sir also waved to the kids, crowd standing outside. I guess Chechu sir went highly nostalgic. I noticed that a person was having his shave. After hearing the whistle, he came and stood with his family in the balcony. He had soap all over his face and he waved out to the train. We had a halt at Mambalam. It was a long halt and it took nearly 40 minutes to start from there. Out of nowhere, suddenly AJJ WAP-4 entered into Mambalam with Pallavan Express at high speed. I wondered whether he would stop at Mambalam. Chechu sir got down at MBM itself. I guess he got fed up with the music. It was irritating, but we couldn't help it.


Details about Steam locomotive WP#7200. Pic taken by Sriram Karthik.

I informed my father that we are nearing Saidapet. Lots and lots of people were standing in the platform. I couldn’t spot my father. The train was nearing the Saidapet South Cabin. For those readers, who do not know about South Cabin-it is actually my friend Aravind's house which is located near the tracks. And since it is south of Saidapet it is nicknamed as South Cabin- similar to the term which is used in Railways. Almost the entire coach waved out to Aravind’s family. I could see Vimal with handkerchief tied to the head and Aravind was taking videos with his new camera.

I had the plan of getting down at Guindy if the train had stopped but it didn’t stop. My plan was to wave at Aravind from the train. I was in touch with Harish Kumar and Poochi Venkat through mobile and updating them through phone calls. The sad thing was due to some problem in my problem, I couldn’t send any messages. I didn’t even have time to troubleshoot. So all updates to interested friends/relatives was done through calls! I spent nearly Rs.50 in a span of 3 hours/Re. 1 per each call. As my train crossed Tirusoolam, I could see Poochi standing near the tracks taking snaps. Poochi was coming all the way in a bike with his friend to take photographs. As usual, I yelled out, "POOCHI". I could recollect that during the farewell to MG at Tambaram, Poochi was taking video.

Sweet boxes, juice, water bottles were distributed to us. Sadly, I forgot to take it home and I left the sweet box in the coach itself. We had a long halt at Pallavaram. I wondered why? It was more than half an hour. I got down from the coach and got ready to take a snap of Vaigai. I could see a lot of crowd standing on the tracks watching the steam engine. As the signal turned yellow in B-line, the station master and the support staff requested the crowd to move away from the tracks. I knew 2635 Vaigai was on its way. The train was doing only 45kph in my opinion. I think that the train was given a caution order due to the heritage run. As the WAP-4 came into view, I waved out to the LP. The headlights were switched ON.


My train crosses Saidapet. Pic taken by Krishna Kumar.S

After Vaigai had passed, I informed Sriram Karthik and Dilip that I would be leaving. I went to the platform and saw a book stall. I thought of buying a few crime novels-Tamil crime novels. I purchased 5 Rajesh Kumar and 3 Pattukottai Prabhakar Crime Novels. I boarded an EMU back home. Since the solar eclipse was about to start I didn’t want to have anything. I had some food during the early morning hours. It’s a trivial issue. I don’t know whether to follow these rituals or not, but since my parents have requested me I have decided to follow the rules. I boarded an EMU back home and got down at Saidapet. I then boarded 5E to reach home. I went for a sleep. Once the solar eclipse was over, I had a bath and immediately had food! I was damn hungry at that time.


Vaigai Express walking through Pallavaram. Pic taken by Krishna Kumar.S

Wish you good luck,

-Krishna Kumar.S

How to solve Kashmir issue?

Since my childhood I had been wondering why India and Pakistan quarrel over Kashmir question and they aren't willing to compromise. So what shall we do with the state of Kashmir? Shall we give to Pakistan so it would get some income through Tourism and stabilize its economy? Or shall we retain it to have an strategic edge over Pakistan? What's the purpose of the sacrifices of the soldiers on both sides? Shall we add some meaning to the martyrs who died fighting for both Pakistan and India? We shall do onething. Let's give the land to the orphans, widows, rape victims, old people, mentally-affected disabled people living in both India and Pakistan. Let the state be jointly managed by the Republic of India and the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. It can also be monitored by U.N or W.H.O. Let's guard the unfortunate in an respectable manner. Don't say it's not possible. Anything is possible. This wouldn't take much money. Rather than investing it on arms and weapons in the idea of protecting citizens, why not protect the citizens directly?

Let's give the unfortunate people a paradise for themselves. Let the orphans realize that they have got brothers and sisters when they move with other childrens. Let the widows of fallen military soldiers feel accomplished that their husbands sacrifice was meaningful. Let the inter-caste, inter-religious rape victims realize that even soft hands can touch them so they can forget their mental trauma. Let the old people live their last days in life staying far away from busy city life. Let the mentally affected people be allowed to rejuvenate. Who knows, they might get cured by being in the serene environment like Kashmir. Wouldn't the respective Governments be happy if they get a well cured citizen back to serve their country?

For many readers this might be a joke, but for people without siblings like me this is a wish. I don't have brothers or sisters in my life. I am not crying nor depressed nor sad, but at one stage of life I would be alone. But I believe that my country won't let me down. It's sad to watch so many young women getting the Vir Chakra for their husbands sacrifice during the Indian Independance/Republic Day parades. Losing their husbands at such an young age. The society wouldn't allow them for a re-marriage neither in India nor in Pakistan as both are traditional countries. Is that mean that people who are near the border and those in Army should die just because its their destiny and fate? The rest of the citizens can enjoy and live in peace while there should be some people dying always on both sides? Let it be India or Pakistan, an human is an human. Something to think about! Just give it a thought.

-Krishna Kumar.S

Tirupati Trip with Jaikarthik

Lord Vishnu gives away his sister Goddess Parvati to Lord Shiva.

My cousin brother Jai Karthik decided to visit Tirupati. It was to be a one-day trip. The trip members were Shanmuga Ragavan, Venkatu mama, Hari Prasad, Jai Karthik and I. It was a bus trip UP and DOWN. We were to meet at CMBT at 1400hrs. Shanmuga Ragavan and I boarded 23M near my house. We reached CMBT on time. My cousin brother Jai Karthik came there in a Salem bus. Soon we were joined by Hari Prasad and Venkat Krishna. We boarded an ordinary bus to Tirupati. We thought of traveling in A/C, but we erased the idea.

We started at around 1500hrs from CMBT. Our bus took the route via Puzhal, Red Hills, Kavaraipettai, Gummidipoondi, Arambakkam, Tada, and Sri Kalahasti. While nearing Arambakkam I saw Coromandel Express with a Lallaguda WAP-4 running towards Chennai Central at a good speed. What a strange life! 22 years of existence in this mortal world. These steel machines have stood with me seeing my life's greatest moments, sad moments and betrayals. What and how am I going to repay to them?


A photo depicting brother and sister.

My bus crossed the TN-AP border at Arambakkam. Again, I was in one of my beloved states in my country. I could see some private plots here and there. Hotels were found here and there with a lot of lorry drivers taking rest. The rural landscape was excellent. I could see the Eastern Ghats. Very soon as the bus negotiated to forest-like areas. There wasn't many buses running and it was a typical village like scenario. I felt bad that I didn't have the camera with me. My bus reached Kalahasti. I could see bakeries having some excellent snacks. Pakkodas, Samosas, Puffs. Yummy! My mouth was watering. But we didn't get down. We reached Renigunta at around 1800hrs. After Renigunta, my bus took its own time. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Drr, Grrrrrrr. Praang! I knew it was a WDM-2 on its way. It was an 8-coach train and I guess it was a passenger. The tracks were on right and I guess that the engine just had its transition from series-series to series-parallel to parallel-parallel. It was coasting for a second to accelerate. My predictions. We reached Tirupati before 7PM.


Lord of the Seven Hills.

We went to a nearby hotel to have food. It was excellent. Very soon I was munching parottas and chappatis. Then came the fun. We were suppose to climb the hill overnight. Since we hadn't booked for darshan or accommodations we were to do it on that day. We booked a small room for Rs.400. Then we started to climb the hill. Jai Karthik went up in bus while the rest started to climb the Tirupati Hill.


High-Resolution Image of Lord Vishnu and his consorts.

The plan was like this. JK was to go up and inquire about tickets. The rest would climb the hill. We started climbing the hill. I made a mistake of climbing fast. Within 500 steps I was running out of energy. Then Shanu suggested an excellent idea! Walk for 150 meters and take rest. This method worked out well. Very soon, JK called up and said that the tickets for darshan are given only down and not in the hill. Plans went for a toss again. We didn't want to climb up and go in free darshan as it would take at least a day. We had no choice than to climb down, stand in long queue, book tickets and then board a bus.


Ezhumalayaan with flute.

We returned back to our room, left our luggages and took half an hour rest. We then went to the counter to stand in the queue. It was an endless wait. Soon the queue grew in size. We went there at 0030hrs and we were in queue till 0600hrs. Shanu and I were to tonsure our heads. What to do for the remaining hours? I was to narrate the story of Dasavatharam. The narration went on for two hours till 0230hrs. After that, I went to sleep as I don’t generally stay awake for more than 22 hours at a stretch. However, later on in my life, I stayed awake for more than a day continuosly, something which I don’t authorize.


My desktop wall paper.

To our horror we saw the darshan timings as 0830hrs. Where’s the time for walk? Where’s the time for tonsure? The time was now 0700hrs. Immediately we boarded the bus! The bus driver took his own time to climb. It was 0815hrs when we reached the top! 1 hour and 15 minutes! Generally it takes only 40 minutes. We had no time to tonsure. We went for darshan straight way. We saw the deity in some 20minutes! Jai Karthik commented that he felt like having played a T20 match. We boarded our bus back to Chennai. I was feeling sleepy and I dozed up. I woke up near Sri Venkata Narasimha Rajuvaripeta. There was a hotel here and the drivers got down and declared a 15 min break. Twin WAG-5's cruised with a goods train towards Renigunta. It was an awesome sight. Chennai Central-Renigunta section has got a lot of freight traffic!


A wall-paper for you!


I reached home by evening. I was slightly upset because my plans to tonsure went for a toss. I lost interest in the trip. Venkat intervened at the right time and counseled me that it wasn’t a big mistake. He assured that it won’t be a mistake. I was content only after Venkat’s words. If Venkat hadn’t counseled I would have been in a state of depression. My dog Damien was waiting for me at the gates when I reached home.

-Krishna Kumar.S

Trip Report posted after 6 months. Sorry for the delay!

Arokkonam trip with Sriram and Ramki

Sriram Karthik and Ramki capturing WAG-7 in action.

December 25th, 2008.

It was the birthday of Jesus Christ. I decided to rail fan after a long time (almost a month). I was feeling drowsy even before the trip started. I boarded the MRTS to reach Chennai Park and then walked to Chennai Central. 111SR MAS-AJJ Passenger was to start at 1450hrs and I reached there by 1350hrs. I started “sight-seeing” engines and started observing their numbers/shed details. My train was in the 4th platform and to my surprise it had an Erode WAG-7#27486 at the helm. I was surprised to see a goods dedicated locomotive hauling a passenger. There was also a Barbie WAM-4#21339 of Arokkonam Shed with pantographs down behind the WAG-7. I got excited, as I was very eager to travel behind a goods engine. My friend Sriram Karthik turned up at around 1410hrs. Ramki didn’t get any permission from his parents so I thought he might not turn up. Suddenly I got a message from Ramki when the time was 1448hrs. Ramki came to our coach at 1449hrs! The train started at 1451hrs. I was very impressed with the pickup and the initial start. We crossed Basin Bridge at 40kph+.

Ramki and I got busy with Masala Poori. Whenever buying such foods in trains, I use to give a second thought. Is it safe? But since we were three people, I decided to go for it. I am a great fan of spicy foods eating one such thing every week. Onions! Yummy. To my dismay this lady gave fewer onions and more of bhel poori. I thought of asking for more, but erased the idea soon. I later realized that I have forgotten to bring my handkerchief. Oh my God! The spicy food was hot. Tears came out of my eyes and water came out of nose. No water to drink. I rushed to the washbasin. Damn it! I would have accepted if water hasn’t come. But the blessed basin didn’t have a tap. Blowing puffs of air out like a steam engine and with WAG-7 accelerating with my train I decided to rail fan by standing at the door.


WAG-7#27486 was very clean.

For some unknown reason we crossed Vyasarpadi at a slow speed. We had halts at Perambur and Villivakkam. I felt boring and uninterested. Something was wrong with me. Very rarely I am confused/preoccupied with thoughts during train journeys. What’s wrong with me on this Christmas day?

After Villivakkam, my train simply blasted through sub-urbs. I never thought that this WAG-7 was capable so much. While crossing Korattur, Ambattur and Avadi dust was sprayed on people standing near the tracks. I was in the 6th coach, as usual standing near the door in the left. WAG-7 really made a meal of the puny 8-coach load. Some great soul was having his lunch in the next coach near towards the loco. He washed his hands in the 5th coach and water came splashing on my face. Then had sambar and curd rice. My guess! As he threw the paper out, it came flying past me and I could sense it by the smell. The sambar packet with some sambar still left was thrown out and it went past my face. I expected him to throw some rice next so that I can also finish my lunch!

Hindu College, Pattabiram, Veppambattu was crossed in a flash. Sevvapet Road was crossed at around 60kph with blaring horns reminding me of the RF session with Dilip at the Sevvapet Road on June 17th, 2007. Putlur was crossed at 40kph. By this time the person has finished his lunch and washed his hands and hence washing my face. Funny!


Passenger train getting goods locomotive. The pickup was good.

After Tiruvallur, my train did normal speed and I didn’t observe anything extra ordinary. I was slightly proud that I was able to know sub-urban names and at the same time I was ashamed that I didn’t know it in order. We had a halt at Kadambattur. This halt is not mentioned in the timetable for this train. Egattur, Senjipanambakkam, Manur, Tiruvalangadu went by in a jiffy. As we were crossing Mosur, Ramki said that he would buy a plot over here and build a house to watch trains. Whether Ramki knew it or not, it’s also my wish. This is any rail fan’s wish I guess.

Who knows what would happen in future? I am not much into the current way of living. It’s not that I want to be different; I want to retain my originality. I don’t want to live a fake life imitating others. Whether it’s simply, humble or funny it’s my life and I am the Hero of my story and God is my story-writer/screenplay and director.

Ramki got excited seeing the board “Arokkonam Electric Loco Shed”. I could see WAG-5’s, WAM-4’s, WAP-1’s and WAP-4’s having afternoon nap. We stopped at the outer for a few seconds and then entered into the 3rd platform. As Ramki and Sriram Karthik spent sometime near the engine, I walked away for a drink. Pineapple juice was very tasty. I then purchased a Rajesh Kumar Tamil Crime Novel, one of my favorites since childhood. I had been reading them since my sixth grade. The announcement came that Kochuveli Special was on its way. When we started at Chennai Central I remember seeing this train on platform 1. Kochuveli special came with a WAG-7#28025 of Erode Shed. The engine was new and it belonged to the 28xxx series. The Assistant Loco-Pilot and Loco-Pilot were dressed in blue shirt and black pant and the engine was also in blue in color.


This one is for Ashwanth(WAM-4 loco lover)

You would have seen me many times wearing a blue shirt and black pant. Formals! I don’t wear it just because it suits me or everyone likes to see me in it. I wear it to honor the occupation, which I desired very much and I wear it with pride. 22 years of living alone without brothers and sisters. These steel machines have stood with me during my toughest moments in life! These machines have shared my happiness when I succeeded in many things. I shared my miserable depressed moments sitting in platforms watching trains. My wounded heart was healed every time I did that. As on date, I have never considered engines as my best friend neither I have told to anyone. I don’t want to give the honor. The reason is if I give the honor, I fear that my bondage and relationship with locomotives would come to an end abruptly like it happens with humans. That’s the reason why I don’t honor these machines openly. These machines have won my heart, as they are humble.


WAG-5 of Arokkonam Shed.

Ramki got a call from one of his friends asking him to do a top up for Rs.100. The fun started here. Ramki said, “I am out of town and I am in Bangalore”. Ada cha! I was amused. I thought of yelling, “Reel sutharaan, he is in Puliyamangalam”.


WAP-4 with Lalbagh Express was late on that day.

Announcement came that Bangalore bound Lalbagh was on its way. It came with LGD WAP-4#22595 at around 1645hrs. After that we searched for a stall to grab something to eat. To my amazement there was none open except fruit juice stall. I had Sweet Lime juice. Have they gone for lunch? Amusing! 2695 TVC Express came majestically and had a halt of 3-4minutes and then went. Then immediately Darbhanga-Bangalore Express followed. The UR was packed and I could see a lot of North Indians. Even the reserved sleeper class coaches were filled with open ticket holders sitting at the door. The power was this train was AJJ WAP-4#22649. I felt that this train deserved only a WAP-1 or a WAM-4 (sorry Ashwanth, nothing personal please).

Surprisingly, I was very tired. I couldn’t stand for a long time and I was often sitting in the benches as Sriram Karthik and Ramki went for rail hopping! I felt sleepy and was yawning incessantly. We waited for our EMU and it took its own sweet time to come. The return journey was dull even though we saw a lot of goods, evening trains in action. I was listening to songs like Pretty Boy, Cotton-Eye Joe and BSB-“Show me the meaning of being lonely” and also Suprabatham remix. We halted at all stations. Dadar-Chennai Superfast Express ran parallel to us and overtook us near Villivakkam. We reached Chennai at around 2000hrs. Bidding good-bye to everyone I walked up to Chennai Park. For some dumb reason, there was no train for 25 minutes. I got a call from Poochi Venkat and the conversation lasted for 10 minutes. Then I boarded the MRTS to start the last leg of my journey. I took the window seat. There was a love couple sitting next to me. They were out for Christmas I guess. The girl was demanding a jewel for Rs. 25,000 and the guy was lamenting that his salary itself was only Rs.20, 000. Little do girls realize that their smile is more beautiful than jewels? Lip sticks, cosmetics, perfumes are fake. They represent beauty, which don’t exist in real. Kungumam replaced by stickers, nose rings slowly disappearing, no flowers in the hair, no bangles. Saree and Churidhar being replaced by jeans, funny skirts and T-shirts with stupid letterings. Horrible!

Whenever a train is inaugurated in Indian Railways, the engine/locomotive stands like a lamp (kuthu vilakku as in Tamil) representing Indian culture. Flowers decorated and with lamps lit, it stands like a bride. The reflection of the lamp’s light falls on its face. It appears as if it is blushing, as there are lots of people around to witness the ceremony and she is the center of attraction. Banana leaf (Vazhai Maram in Tamil) tied up in front to signify the ceremony. Kungumam to add divinity. Sandalwood paste to add more beauty. Now how come a locomotive appears so beautiful? Any cosmetic, jewels, perfumes? Nothing. Simplicity and culture plays a role. Indian Railway Locomotives are the only iconic surviving symbols of Indian culture. I guess the present generation girls have got something to learn from the engines. LOL!

Back to the MRTS ride…

I could see a guy being interrogated for ticket less travel by a Railway Policemen. A husband and wife were discussing family expenses loudly. Two old pensioners were talking of cricket and Dhoni’s recent successes. A small schoolboy was returning from tuition I guess and was busy with a video game. How many different people do these trains see everyday?

I got down at Kasturibai Nagar Railway station and walked straight to Krishna Sweets. I was very eager to have a chat item. But the sad news was there was no chat item available! I walked up to the near grocery store to buy some biscuits for my dog and I reached home at 2100hrs. My dog Damien was already having biscuits purchased by my father.

-Krishna Kumar.S

Trip Report published on February 1st, 2009.