Sad and Mad

Sad and Mad are two friends busy planning their one-week holiday next week

Mad: Why don’t we go to Kashmir?

Sad: Are you Mad?

Mad: Yes, of course….

Sad: No, not that mad…I mean, the real mad, screwed up in the upper storey.

Mad: Oh c’mon…it’s a cool place and I’ve never been there

Sad: It is…but if you go there, you would never be to any other place.

Mad: Why not? If you are worried about that VISA thing, I have my uncle working in customs, he can smuggle us.

Sad: Are you mad? I mean, screwed up mad? We don’t need a VISA to visit Kashmir.

Mad: Oh is that…when did they change that?

Sad: Just before you turned Mad.

Mad: Forget it...That leaves us with Assam, Arunachal Pradesh

Sad: Dude…you really are psyching me out. You want me to be taken hostage by some Chinese or ULFAs? I don’t want to venture into that unknown North-East.

Mad: Then how about Gujarat?

Sad: You are a goner…don’t you want to live peacefully, at least trip peacefully.

Mad: If you are worried about the communal violence, my uncle is in the police. He would help us out.

Sad: Err…isn’t he in the customs a few minutes back.

Mad: This one’s that custom guy’s brother.

Sad: Whatever…would you call that a pleasure trip or a pressure trip? How about “Summer camp with the police force”

Mad: Wowww….sounds great

(Sad gives a totally weird look which gets Mad back on track)

Mad: Ok…I was just kidding. Then what are we left with?

Sad: Why not a trip to Tirupati? The most happening place in the whole of South India

Mad: (mocking) Oh yeah…and get your head tonsured and visit those lovely temples in and around that place

Sad: Stop it Mad…that’s Lord Balaji….ok fine… how about Kanchi?

Mad: Excuse me…

Sad: Ok…How about Poori, Mahabaleswar…

Mad: Oh my God!!! You were never sad!

Sad: What do you mean? I was always sad…by birth

Mad: Oh yeah…in a way you are true.

Sad: Whatever…so where are we heading to now?

Mad: We will go to Kerala. So many places to hang out; Munnar, Kozhikode, Wayanad, Allepey…and the Kerala babes…ooohhh…Rock on!

Sad: That’s great …and it’s a gay state…right?

Mad: Dude….I never knew that you were gay…Oh My God! And we were like….staying together.

Sad: Excuse me… am not mad, neither am I gay…. Okay, is Kerala on now?

Mad: I guess so….unless you bring up something better!

Sad: Thinking of it, what about a trip to Hyderabad? Charminar, old city, pearls….oooo..isn’t it wonderful?

Mad: You know what… you are sad

Sad: I know that; since birth!

Mad: Oh my God...you are freaking sad

(They ended up going nowhere!)

Wayanad trip photos

The Waterfalls


We couldnot get enough of it. It was awesome...

Wayanad is full of these!!!

There's only one color around there...yeah, green

Wayanad Trip - II

After our ‘head(light)-less’ journey heroics, we embarked on our search for a shelter. Wayanad is a place which doesn’t boast of too many hotels. Middlemen make money by doubling some guest houses as hotels. The middleman we settled with took us through many locations. One was a shabby small hotel; another was a scary lonely building (I couldn’t stop from thinking of its similarity with the building in a Telugu film Mantra including an unused car in front of the house!!!) and many more. Finally we settled with two double rooms in a decent looking hotel.

We planned to visit the waterfalls, lake and the peak the next day. However, considering Langda tyagi (read Varun)’s situation, we dropped the visit to the peak. A light breakfast started our day and we are off to the waterfalls.

Believe me, the place is a visual delight. There’s greenery everywhere and after every 100 metres we were stopping to click some photos. It was no wonder, this state is called God’s Own country. There was so much natural beauty on view and we couldn’t take our eyes off it.

Talking to hardcore mallus in English, Hindi and Tamil (Valli) we somehow made our way to the waterfalls. We had to park our bikes some 2 km before the steep route to the falls began.

We had to take a call now on Langda Tyagi and he decided not to risk his limbs. This meant it was left to the three of us, Yoki, Valli and me to continue the journey. The sight of the waterfalls brought a huge grin even on the face of Yoki (he uses it very very very sparingly). The next one hour was real fun. Water was cold and the flow was electrifying but the experience was enthralling. Even a minute spent directly under the flowing water was like a hot massage.



An hour in the water looked like a minute and all of us wanted more but Tyagi alone. So, we had to start again!

Next stop for us is the lake. The ride in the lake was pretty awesome; and tiresome too! Valli and I took the duty of peddling the boat and were enjoying it though can’t say the same about our legs. The scenic beauty had all of us spell bound. We started on our journey back to Kozhikode right after.

It was a weekend spent well. Though we missed Butcher (aka the usual suspect – Vimal) in the whole trip and Varun in some parts, it was memorable for many reasons- the bike ride, the waterfalls, lake trip, the visit to the scary guesthouse…everything was as memorable as the other. Tired bodies were carried back to the hostel with echoing words Yeh Dil maange more!!!