The
summer holidays saw us working hard at home to ensure that all the preparations
for facing the rainy season which would start from the last week of May. Our
whole aim was to ensure that our parents could carry on in our absence once our
classes started in July. I have, in an earlier episode, covered the type of
work we had to complete during this particular period in our part of Malnad. My
elder brother (AVL) had somehow settled down in Bangalore with the meagre support from home.
From our Malnad region hardly anybody had gone for the B.Com degree till then.
I came to know that one could learn a lot in the matter of business through the
commerce education. He had developed a big friends’ circle in Bangalore . Both of us used to exchange our
experiences – the struggle we had to carry on to remain afloat and somehow
continue our education.
I
used to receive a good number of letters from my hostelmates in that summer. Most
of them would write a lot praising my efforts in guiding them. They would also
invariably write that they felt lucky to have a rank student as their friend.
Some of these letters used to look rather funny! My younger brothers used to
read them loudly and make fun! My earlier roommate Nanjundaswami wanted me to
visit his house in a place called Lingadahalli in Tarikere taluk. He had also
written that from there both of us could visit Birur and Kadur to meet our
other hostel mates. The Kadur, Birur and Tarikere areas in our Chickmagalore
district were known as ‘bayalu seeme’ (Plains) areas as against our Malnad
areas.
I
started my journey one fine morning and reached Chickmagalore on my way. It was
my second visit to the town after my first visit with my father in my childhood
days. Actually not much had changed in this sleepy town. In fact it was very
difficult to say that it was the district headquarters. I took another bus from
here and reached Lingadahalli, a small typical village in the plains. I was
glad to see Nanjundaswami waiting for me at the bus stand. Having been brought
up in a typical Malnad village, this place looked rather strange to me.
Nanjundaswami’s parents were very kind to me; they said they had heard a lot
about me from their son. I was served their typical food-jowar roti and bhaji.
In the evening we went round the place. The village had only a few sweet water
wells. Every home had to collect the sweet water only from those wells which
were far away from their homes. When I saw this I felt how lucky we were at our
village to get sweet natural water flowing into our houses. I stayed overnight
in the place. We decided to visit the hill station Kemmannugundi next morning.
In
the morning we took a bus and reached the bottom of the famous hills. We learnt
that there were only one or two busses which were going to the top of the hill.
We had missed the morning bus!
We
both felt that there was no point in waiting for the bus till afternoon. Hence
we started our upward journey on our feet! Initially we both were in full
spirits and found it easy to climb the hill through the road. The stream of
water flowing down from the top of the hill by the side of the road was indeed
a pleasure to see. But as the sun
started shining over our heads sharply, we started to get tired. Our efforts to
stop one or two coffee plantation jeeps were not successful.
We
continued our journey and reached a point from which a deviation road took us
to the beautiful Kallathi water falls. We were very much relieved to reach this
pleasant place and took our bath in the beautiful water falls. The temple here
belongs to the times of the Vijayanagar Empire. The water cascades from a
height of 122 metres. According to a legend, this place is associated with the
great Hindu sage Agastya. We spent a good amount of time here and started our
journey again. We learnt that the hill station was another 10 kms from this
place.
We
were in for luck now. A passing Jeep stopped by and a nice gentleman was kind
enough to enquire whether we wanted a lift. We simply got in, thanking him
profusely. Now we were really pleased to enjoy the scenery around and down
below. Within a short time we were at the top of the hill station. But we were
in for really some bad luck here. There was only a single canteen and no other
hotel. The canteen had prepared a limited number of meals which had been sold
out. No amount of request and persuasion by us could help in making the owner
to prepare some food for us. He told us point blank that we had to wait till 8
pm in the night to have our evening meals. He also gave us another warning.
Right then there were no tourists on the hills.
He told us that unless a minimum of five tourists arrived by night, he
would not even cook the dinner!
We
were damn hungry by that time. We were just crazy for food. We went around and
managed to get some bananas to get some relief. But the threat by the canteen
owner was looming large over us!
P. Kalinga Rao
P.ಕಾಳಿಂಗ ರಾವ್ |
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Born
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1914
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Died
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September 21, 1981
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We
could not imagine going to bed without having our meals! We started praying for
the arrival of tourists. Meanwhile we contacted the Horticulture office
and managed to get a cottage for our stay. It was a nice cottage with a
beautiful view of the hill. We also went
around the Raj Bhavan built by the famous Krishna Raja Wodeyar IV of Mysore . It was being
managed by the horticulture department. By that time it was getting dark all
over the hills and we could get a beautiful view of the places below. But we
were slowly getting perturbed by the total absence of the arrival of any
tourists. It appeared that we were destined to spend a very hungry night on the
famous hills! We started praying Dattatreya and the saint Baba Budan
alternatively requesting them to make some tourists arrive and let the canteen
owner cook some food for us! We were totally secular when it came to our basic
need- the food!
We
were not quite sure who obliged us in the end! As against the minimum five
tourists prescribed by the canteen owner, a van full of tourists arrived
suddenly as if from nowhere! In fact they ordered a special dinner including sweets for their troupe.
Naturally we were also to get the same special dinner! Just a few minutes ago
we were not guaranteed even some rice and rasam. But we were now preparing to
eat the special dinner! Oh God! The Gracious!
We
were actually destined for more! We suddenly realised that the troupe was
headed by none other than the nightingale of Karnataka- the famous Kannada
singing star, P. Kalinga Rao. I had seen him singing earlier in a Kannada film.
I had heard a good number of his gramophone records also. Hence I was thrilled
to see him with his two well-known accomplices-Mohan Kumari and Sohan kumari.
We got a hunch that the troupe would conduct a music programme in the night.
With
the famous troupe in mind, the canteen owner prepared the best dinner possible.
We two were virtually on empty stomachs since our early breakfast in
Lingadahalli. Under the circumstances we enjoyed the food thoroughly. Thanks to
Dattatreya and Baba Budan!
Immediately
after the dinner the troupe started its performance in the hall at the Raj
Bhavan. I was thrilled to hear the famous songs-Barayya beladingale, Brahma
ninage Jodistheeni, Moodal Kunigal kere, Anthintha hennu neenalla. When I look
back on this particular event in my life I feel it was one of the most
memorable moments. The memory lingers on even to this day!
In
the morning we went to see the iron ore mines. We could see the iron ore being
loaded and transported to a place called Tanigebail on the rope-way. From there
the ore was being transported to Bhadravathi factory by lorries. After having
our breakfast we went to see another water falls called Hebbe Falls
at distance of about 8 kms. Here the
water streams down from a height of 168 meters in two stages to form Dodda
Hebbe and chikka Hebbe falls. It was a pleasant sight to see the water falling
from great heights.
We
started our return journey and reached Lingadahalli in the afternoon. An
adventurous trip had come to an end.
The
next morning we left for Birur to meet my friend Shivashankar and his family.
Shivashankar was very happy to receive us. The Margada family was a very
well known super rich family in the Birur and Kadur area. The family had vast
lands and many business ventures in the two towns including a petrol pump.
Shivashankar’s father Margada Mallappa, a practicing advocate and MLA, was the
head of the family. He was a thorough gentleman with impeccable manners. As
mentioned by me earlier, he later rose to become the Health minister of Karnataka.
He treated us with great humility and asked us to stay for sometime with them.
The family stayed in a vast bungalow.
We
had a nice time in the place for two days enjoying the courtesies of the
family. We also visited Kadur and met another hostel mate by name Kantha Raj.
Kantha Raj was a dark handsome boy who excelled in the NCC in our college. We
were gladly received by his family.
The
next day we departed from the place. Nanjundaswami left for Lingadahalli and I
caught a bus to Chickmagalore on my way back to my village. My trip to my
friends’ places had come to a successful end.
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(To be continued)
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