A different view.

I pass by this road twice everyday.Once in the morning and once around 7.30 in the evening.I think it's called Devegowda road,but I am not sure.It's a short stretch of cobbled market street sandwiched between regular busy city roads.The moment I enter it,I always feel I have been transported into a different world.In a city famous for M.G.Road, Commercials, Brigade's, I would say this one quietly and proudly represents a whole different genre of lifestyle, needs, taste and noise levels.

I invariably slow down and take my time passing through this stretch.Ofcourse, the choking,disorganised traffic is one main cause for this,even so.It starts off with hardware stores,oil stained and very messy.I often see the owner sitting behind huge oil drums with a big smile on his face,wiping his fingers with a rag cloth in the feeble hope that they might look clean someday. I cross that to enter a zone of aromas of freshly baked bread and pastries.The bakery always seem to be surrounded by little kids,drooling dogs and even some adventurous horses who wouldn't mind trying a roll of bread or two,if thrown at them.

Grocery stores, stationers, dubious looking drug stores almost appear to nudge each other for some place.Every single crevice has been spotted and duly converted into one shop or another.As you inch into the traffic, a burning, pungent smell would greet you.That would be our chef of the kabab corner trying to master his recipe of chicken tikka,sacrificing a covey of those birds in the process before he gets it right.I pass through all the noise and crowd and suddenly out bursts a mosque shaking hands with a beautiful temple.The silence of the mosque and the clangorous noises from the temple are truly very symphonious.Secularism speaks!The fragrance of fresh flowers and camphor,of herbal oils,mystic powders and roots is very soothing.

Row upon row of vegetable vendors streak the road.Sometimes it gets so crowded one would have to take a U-turn at the pile of tomatoes ,a right turn near the potatoes and another right at the spinach to get back on track.In India,as we all know,the smallest roads have the biggest cows.No one does a better job at sentry duty than them.Quietly and patiently they stand,one beside every vegetable shop,unperturbed by the struggling,exasperated traffic.I see them mostly during the evening,swishing their tails,chewing their cud placidly without a worry in the world.My dear bovine buddhas!

To my left,I see a play ground that converts into a fair every other day.Giant wheels and cotton candy, corn cobs and gypsy women.It's a plethora of visual stimulus.There are garment stores with the gawdiest clothes I have ever seen.Yes ladies and gentlemen,there are people who wear golden dresses with bright shiny purple and green sequins on them.Jewelry stores that sparkle like Alladin's cave.

This whole realm lasts about 4-5 minutes.It's got it all.The flare of colors,the babble of voices,the volley of vendors,the permeating aromas,the throng of vehicles and pedestrians,dogs,cats,cows,sheep....a method and harmony in all the madness.

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Today, CUPA in Bangalore is synonymous with animal advocacy and welfare. There is an element of personalized care in the busy KVAFSU-CUPA Veterinary Animal Shelter at Hebbal campus that CUPA runs in the heart of Bangalore for all types of animals – stray, wounded, abused, owned or abandoned.
Due to inadequate education and large families, the owners of draught animals as per our Survey, has revealed very limited financial resources at their disposal. Hence, there is a lack of medical treatment, aid or advice on animal care. CUPA is witness to problems faced by the draught animals and farmers in remote villages who have minimal access to medical aid for their animals.
CUPA’s Out-Reach Programme, at present, organises free large animal monthly health camps reaching out to hundreds of animal of farmers, bullock carts and jutka owners. However, there is a crying need of a Sanctuary for large animals to provide the abandoned, the sick and aged large animals with proper medical aid and good care.
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Karthik skydiving

My brother karthik is a very lazy person.Having defined him so accurately I needn't go into indepth explanations as to why I am putting up his experiences on my blog.He went sky diving twice near Charlotte and he hasn't bothered to write about it on his blog. After several futile attempts of coaxing him to write I have taken the task upon myself.

Today I finally saw the video and boy am I ENVIOUS!!!!Just when I was comfortably settled in the thought that after having been to Ladakh, I have conquered the world...I see this video and it thoroughly blows me away.What a magnificant experience to have.

The video is available in google video under the name 'karthik skydiving'.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=120136719761652722&q=karthik+skydiving

This is the mail he sent me describing the whole thing:

"Yeah, the skydiving experience was something that has to be felt...I can't explain it to you. But this is the sequence of events. Its called a 'tandem jump', meaning you are strapped to a harness in front of a professional instructor. So, your life is in his hands! He has the parachute. You just have an altimeter on your wrist, so you know what height you are at. Once I got into the plane, I was like...Ok, this is it! The plane rose 2000 ft with the doors open! Then they closed it. Then there was some humour and stuff like that to lighten the situation. At 12000 ft, the doors open...there is an incredible wind blowing at 140 miles an hour. Its so noisy you have to shout to hear yourself. Then the photographer jumps out as if it means absolutely nothing. That moment when I was standing at the door and looking down...god, I had my heart in my mouth. And then the instructor behind me says..."Reasy, get set, JUMP"!!!

The first 10 seconds of free fall...when you are travelling at 140 miles an hour like a bullet was mind blowing. I thought I was going to die...seriously! Then there was this cool phase when we pierced a cloud and come out of the other side in a fraction of a second! At 14000 feet when you are flying through the air at 140 miles an hour, you feel the whole thing is an illusion...an incredible, unbelievable illusion. Free fall lasted for 1 minute! Think abt falling through the skies for 1 minute...just think...1 minute is eternity when you do things like this!

Then at 5500 feet, he opened the parachute. I didn't even realize it was open. What happened was this...one moment I am whizzing through the skies like a rocket...the next moment everything is still, like a picture. When you are descending from that height in a parachute, you can't feel that you are descending because you don't feel the ground coming closer to you. It just felt like I was sitting there in the sky in the harness...I could see the sun, the clouds and everything below. God, it was simply amazing! The parachute drop lasted 5 minutes...5 minutes of pure ecstacy! And the landing was smooth...landing can be hard you know? People can fracture their legs if they don't land properly. It took me half an hour after that to get back to my senses and reality.

Those 10 seconds after the jump were petrifying and every moment after that was pure bliss. Another cool thing is the silence. When you are free falling, its damn noisy because of the speed at which you are travelling. But when the chute opens, what you hear is pure, pure silence! There is absolutely NO sound at that altitude!
So, that was the essence of the whole thing. No roller coaster ride or anything else I have ever done can match this experience. And to think some people jump from an aeroplane all the time for a living!!
Would I do it again? Hell, yes! The next thing I plan to try is bungee jumping...that's going to be another terrifying experience! After that, I should probably do more "fun" stuff than these "thrill rides"...like scuba diving or something like that. But you never know...you can be a shark's breakfast...so even scuba diving is fraught with dangers!"

Since this comes from a family member, I take the liberty to waive those copyright issues and publish it.

Facts on HIV

As a microbiologist it pains me when people talk umm...rubbish about HIV. I have encountered similar situations when it comes to other perilous organisms like the rabies virus. I have seen educated mothers telling their children not to 'look' at dogs because they have rabies.How on earth do you combat such stupidity? I do not expect everyone to know everything about infections and microorganisms, but don't these people ever think to refer or verify before they confidently talk nonsense?!

These are our so called educated masses. They have access to literature and one hopes a reasonable amount of common sense. Lately rumors have spread that HIV can be transmitted by eating pani puri!! There is something wrong with the way people think in this country. When I was doing my masters in KMC, we did HIV testing on a regular basis and also took up counseling the masses about it. We would show people pictures, graphic ones if possible, so that they would understand. We would have qualified doctors laboring over HIV for hours on end clearing misconceptions and paranoia. Yet,I have seen people adamantly sticking to their senseless beliefs. In so many instances I've seen people retaliate with answers like "doc,we understand what you are saying but believe me HIV spread via towels.....Muniappa,next door got it that way". No matter how hard we tried to clear the poor man's notions, Muniappa's mode of infection always won. My frustration is that you can do wonders when it comes to spreading awareness, you can come up with slogans and pictures to drive the nail in but when some people take leave of their senses and stubbornly stick to their bizzare beliefs, its close to impossible to break that wall.

These are some points everyone should know about HIV :

* Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV) requires ONLY Blood or Semen as it's medium to transmit from one body to another.

* HIV cannot transmit through Saliva (mucous) i.e. even if a HIV-infected patient coughs or smooches and another person is exposed to his sputum (cough) or saliva, the virus still cannot transmit because the concentration of virus particles in sputum is almost NIL & exposure to air anyway kills the virus in fraction of seconds.

* In case the HIV-infected person gets an injury and he is bleeding, the virus can transmit to another person only if the other person has a cut/wound in his body & that too when blood from both persons comes in contact with each other (this is also very very rare unless bleeding is very high) and not otherwise.

* HIV can never survive in any other liquid medium other than blood or semen (& please for God's sake ... never in Pani Puri wala pani).

* Even if one drinks an HIV infected blood (or semen) of someone (ingestion through Gastro Intestinal track), the virus cannot survive in the acidic pH of the stomach. Highest extent of acidity is 0 (practically impossible) so imagine 1 as the pH which is in our stomach. (This pH can burn your own fingers in less than a second if you dip them in that acid).

*Exposure of less than 1 second in AIR KILLS the HIV virus (hence the story of needle pricks in cinema theatres is complete crap). Even if blood from a wound (of infected person) dries up (blood clot), the virus dies and cannot infect anyone else.

* HIV transmission is ONLY an INFECTION i.e. entrance of virus in one's body. It DOES NOT MEAN AIDS.

* An HIV-infected person (after entrance of virus) can progress to a condition of AIDS only after 8 to 10 YEARS .It is not the HIV (virus) that kills a human ..... the virus attacks immune cells (cells that fight against foreign pathogens/antigens) and hence a person's ability to fight against infections & diseases slowly diminishes and the person ultimately dies of a disease which could be as simple as TB.

* Most importantly, HIV is no longer dreadful disease ... it is "CHRONIC MANAGEABLE DISEASE" just like Diabetes or Hypertension.If there is anything you need to know about, it is that prevention of HIV is by avoiding unsafe sex, unsafe blood transfusion (check before taking) / Blood donation (use sterilized needles only) and any blood contact during an accident or where the amount of bleeding is very high.HIV also spreads from the mother to the fetus.

Reply to the open letter addressed to me ;-)

Jellicles wrote this on August 6th.

Dear Jellicles,

I am feeling as fit as a fiddle. I really hope our little adventure wasn't too harsh on you. How do I ever thank you for carrying 30 kilos of my stuff including my make-up kit and portable TV?!But then recently it has come to my notice that a pair of tweezers and an antenna are missing.I sincerely hope you haven't dropped it on that 'little hillock' you 'trekked' up.Because if you have I know, having a clear conscience as you do, you would be climbing up there once again on a special search mission.

What haven't you done for me!!!Sigh!!Such devotion to my trekking interests.But I disticntly remember telling you that at your 'age' you would need 3 extra pair of lungs, 1 extra rib cage and several tubes of 'Move balm' to aid you arthritic joints. But my agility and vitality clouded your better senses on your fitness condition and you chose to huff and puff up a hillock that was.......ummmm.......LESS THAT 1000M HIGH!!!!!

Though I confer that the expidition was gory, it was quite an eye opener on the evil, irrational side of our religion. All those animal sacrifices have been brought to the notice of animal welfare organizations and one hopes to solve the problem as it is illegal.

But getting back to your bleeding soles, my dear tenderfoot, be of stout heart. Life is full of such err...jagged moments!!Also regarding your mother, I am sure she is thrilled that I gave her citified daughter a chance to enjoy some rustic charm and get out of her expensive leather boots.

Hope to enjoy many more of such memorable moments with you.

Love,

Anushya.

Ladakh - 3

Leh as I said is like a hill station at 3500 meters. It is open to tourists only for couple of months a year.It is a lazy town, everyone walks at a snail's pace, shops open towards the afternoon and close again in a few hours for a siesta. It is strewn with German cafe's,Tibetan restaurants,rows upon rows of shops selling jewelry and souvenirs,Tibetan open markets,Kashmiri stores selling carpets that are priced in lakhs.We started our tour in Leh on a very informative note. We saw this documentary on Ladakh and its culture, the changes that the land and people were going through under the influence of tourism.The dominating religions there are Buddhism and Islam. Ladakhi's are very friendly,laid back yet very very hard working people. There is a look of serenity on all their faces. I never saw an unhappy child in those 5 days I spent there.They looked like cherubs with rosy cheeks. The Ladakhi have such enviable happy wizened faces.

Arriving at Leh is like suddenly entering an oasis after hours of travel through never-never land. The greenery and sudden burst of life splashed amidst the barren desert is a quenching and refreshing sight. The roads are narrow and lined by ancient houses made of mud and bricks. Strewn all over are Stupas and colorful Gompas. Stupas are globus structures which represent the basic principle of Buddism, i.e. interdependence of everything to everything else and the harmony that exsists between them.
Gompas are monasteries.

The shanti stupa meaning world peace in Japanese was inaugarated by the Dalai lama in 1985. It stands on top of Changspa overlooking a panoramic veiw of distant snow capped mountains cosseting an indolent,ancient town.

Hemis Monastery is one of the richest, biggest and most famous gompa in Ladakh.The monastery houses silver chortens studded with precious and semi precious stones, an impressive library of Tibetan style books, large number of thankas, various images of Buddha and frescoes including the famous "Wheel of Life".To me the monastery signified silence and comfort.

Thiksey is an imposing monastery and one of the finest example of Ladakhi architecture. It contains numerous stupas, statues, wall paintings, swords and a large pillar engraved with the Buddha's teachings. The main prayer hall has a 15 mt high seated Buddha figure.It was getting hotter as the afternoon wore on. Th silence in this monastery was so strong ,it started to ring in my ears. All of us were feeling sleepy and having climbed several steps to get there, we all settled in one tired heap in front of the huge Buddha.One of the monks was sitting reading his scriptures.The windows behind him were open and I just couldn't imagine a more beautiful place for a monastery to be. The tall Buddha seemed to be overlooking all those bare mountains reaching far upto the horizon.

Pangong lake(14000+ft).....This lake had every shade of blue, violet, green and purples I had ever seen.Beyond this point words fail me so I shall let the pictures speak for themselves.

Then there was the cultural show we saw on our last day in Leh. I was really wondering why on earth their dances were so slow until I joined in and realised...at that altitude and with those heavy torquoise studded costumes moving a couple of steps in snychrony is a big feat.

11 days,14 friends, 1 unimaginably great trip.So many memories and momets flit by me.To end this I would really want to come up with some famous last lines but in all honesty the only thing that makes perfect sense and is the truth is......'Some experiences in life are too big or too complex that it just cannot be expressed by words or contained by even the choicest of adjectives.'

Ladakh - 2

Day 2 of our journey to Leh was dominated by 3 colors.Brown,blue and white.Piercing blue skies,puffy white clouds and more mountains in every shade of brown.Occasionally we would pass a military check post where a handful of army men wearing green uniforms would provide the only contrast to an otherwise uninhabited land.We were climbing higher and higher to the world's second highest motorable pass at 17852ft called Tanglangla.Suddenly all around us were snow capped mountains.The ones at a distance looked darker and very much like a black forest cake with all the icing. The clouds were so dense and so close to the mountain tops that their shadows were cast on them.









I don't think I can really explain the feel of that day.The smell of the barren mountains,the feel of the dust on our faces,the cold breeze layering our skin and the sun blazing at a distance trying to permeate some warmth. Many of the glaciers were melting because of which several mountains had lovely waterfalls at every other crevice.From a distance they looked like thin white ribbons.

I guess all that sand hardened over the years and the wind and erosion chiselled out wierd projections and formations on the rocks.It was interesting because we spent long hours in the car discussing and interpreting our prespectives of those formations.The journey to Tanglangla was one straight vertical road up a mountain.An ascent to almost 18000ft is a bizzare experience.The lack of sufficient oxygen to the brain disorients the person, the simple task of inhalation becomes tiresome.For some people. Here I shall proudly claim that I would have put a mountain goat to shame with my agility. I belonged there. The world is different at that height, thoughts are different, strange emotions seep in. The body feels lighter even though breathing is difficult. This was one of my favorite part of the vacation.

We reached Leh that evening caked with dust, hungry and very very happy.After having crossed 7 towering mountains and spanned 500 kms,it felt amazing to arrive.
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Ladakh - 1

Some experiences in life are too big or too complex that it just cannot be expressed by words or contained by even the choicest of adjectives.I had been on a road trip to Ladakh 3 weeks ago and it occured to me on my way back that a whole bunch of people I know would want to hear all about it.What would I tell them?Should I take on the Herculean task of giving them a close description or should I just leave it at "oh! it was a wonderful trip,I had a great time.You should go there someday"?

Ladakh is an experience that can never be described to anyone.It's really like being in love;noone can explain it for you,you just have to experience it yourself.But that kind of sublime logic really doesn't go down well with people who are giving you the expectant glare and the respectful silence for you to launch off into a long embellished narrative.That is why I decided that I would take the midpoint.For those of you interested,I am putting up some photos and describing only those bits.

Before I start off I wish to make this clear to all aspiring vacationers to Ladakh.Never ever fly to Leh.Those Chinese chappies who came up with some proverb that a travel was about the journey and not the destination were very right.Leh is like a hill station amidst a desert at around 12000ft.It has steep roads,lots of winding,confusing lanes filled with tourists from all over the world,framed by a panoramic veiw of snow capped mountains.But it's that road trip of 500kms from Manali to Leh that really changes a person forever.It's those 20 odd hours of journey through monstrous mountains,through the ever changing landscapes,through endless,meandering,purple roads that really alters one's outlook on life.

Manali started off with luscious mountains covered with pine trees at the foot of which rivers,streams and brooks gushed over pebbles and under bridges.Manali would always remind me of lazy streets lined with Chinese and Indian restaurants,Kashmiri shops bursting with shawls and precious gems,100's of honey-mooners (some of whom had to prove that point to themselves and others by wearing same colored clothes and walking so close to each other that they could easily have been accomodated in just one set of clothes).The mountains there were hidden by thick fog and burly branches of all those trees.

As we drove higher and higher past Rathong pass,Keylong and Darcha the greenery kept getting scarce until it just wrapped the mountains like a thin veil.As the temperatures dipped slowly,this feeble attempt of nature to keep the mountains green was dying out.The pebbles and boulders emerged between the blades of grass,almost in protest.


14 of us set off on 2 Qualis on a long and wonderful journey.Somewhere along the way we realised we had left the whole of civilisation behind.For miles and miles ours were the only 2 cars inching slowly into the heart of those barren mountains, raising a cloud of dust in it's wake.For long stretches there were no clear roads.The rubble from the landslides were roughly thrown to a side,leaving a thin strip for vehicles to pass through.We jolted,lurched and were shaken to our bones.But I would say,the only thing noisier than the drive were our laughter and shrieks everytime we were thrown off our seats in the car.

The winds were blowing strong and uncontrolled.The chill in the air was a complete novelty to us.Cold winters are one thing, but this raw,biting climate of the desert was ruthless and unbidden.Halfway to Leh,we stopped for the night at a transit camp called Sarchu.We reached there around 9, half frozen and starving.Sarchu defines middle of nowhere.It's simply another planet.On a vast stretch of barren land between imposing, dark mountains people have pitched tents and they run hotels.There are rows of small white tents to sleep in,one large tent for the dining hall,and one tent for the staff to snuggle in.That night's dinner was unforgettable.In the freezing cold,the food was brought hot and appetizing.We had countless glasses of hot lemon tea to keep us warm.We huddled in a group to trap all that body heat.We had one chant going repeatdly...."Mind over matter".

I was awake till 2 in the night.The temperatures were hovering around 2 and 3.I watched the moon rise through those mountains, the looming shadows recede as the moon beamed on.The skies were a white sheet, studded with a zillion stars. I felt for a moment that the entire universe was looking down at me and twinkling.Shooting stars whizzed by in a frenzy.The winds squalled noisily threatening to blow away all the tents.Everything looked bigger and stronger in that silvery hue.It was so overwhelming and powerful.We slept on beds that were blocks of ice.The blankets were no better.The heat from our bodies would dissipate in seconds and so the body would go into spasms to produce more heat.We all shivered through the night,our bones and teeth rattling.

Sarchu was what really changed us all.There are people who live in this harsh climate throughout the year.The Indian army camps here even in winters when the temperature touches -20.They live on rationed food,for it has to be brought on trucks from far cities. The depleted levels of oxygen or heat means nothing to them.They live normal lives like we do in the city. What were we thinking?There was so much more to life than we could ever imagine. There is always so much more to us than we think we are capable of.In that silence,under naked skies we discovered volumes about ourselves.

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