hiccup blues

Here I am......again...well its the middle of a pretty tricky state actually....trickybecause you never know whats in the store for you the next day....while couple of mid-nightsback I was mumbling the ten-millionth reason to feel vindicated at work.....the last few days have been quite fun.....to say the least.....in an old school sort of a way.
The trouble with these MNCs is their gandeur imposes a sense of falsified well-being thatmore often than not, tends to think on more financially-improbable-highly-palatable filmygrounds.....while there have been serious thoughts about a New Year in Bankok or Goa, all I could manage was a 150 KM ride to a shack of a place that I am sure would not incur the imagination of a single imaginative soul.....infact I am not sure how I fell into the decision of going there.....I believe it was mostly due to the omnipresent financial strikeout...anyways, this place has a few protrusion of powdery red lumps that people of this part of the country call a 'Hill'.....a stream of water flowing through the 'Hill'...few red faced sickly evil looking monkeys.....a large slimy dam,and a larger water body as a by product of the large slimy dam.....and an island with 2nd Century rockfaces of Budhdha....I am frankly more than bemused at the sadludicrity of the combination.....and incidentally we chose to 'scale the hill'....mainlybecause everything else was closed at that point in the morning.....till that point I was not sure if at all there is a waterfall sustainable by this 'Hill'....."snanum kadu"....an old fool withbones coming out from every part of his body said..I presumed that means "no bathing"....and got surprised and re-assured and went ahead
I trust a simple law of mountainering, I always judge the height of a land by the amountof trash littered over it....the more trash it carries,the less is the height of the land...and the trash this land carried was certainly not the maximum but ofcourse dangerously close to it.....but we did have our moments within the prickly wilds
and the rugged rocks and the close proximity of the waterfall....."snanum kadu".....so no fooling around in water.
There wasnt much descriptive about the dam....infact I always think, once you get over thesheer size of it, there is hardly anything more non-descriptive than an old dam.....but the water body was huge and it was a pretty 45 minutes steam launch ride to the island....in an old movie, the rugged cliffs of the island could have been passed
on as some secret nook in Greece, albeit at a significantly lesser height.......but of course on a closer glimpse there will be no second thoughts about the utter realization of its origin.

I do not know what Budhdha did here......or for that matter any of his cool disciples in this part of the country......but I saw some statues that I remember
seeing them in my junior school history books. Honestly it was almost surreal......as I always had this vision that these sculptures are either stolen or
locked up in a glass chamber with multiple key combinations. I do not regret of not having pursued a major in history.....and I could not manage anything
more than few appreciative nods and shrugs.....but it was nice by all means.....Oh I almost forgot,the island was where one of my friend was mercifully relieved of an excruciating unruly bowel malfunctionI guess Budhdha had a good sense of humor.
So that was my new year....On a strictly tourism scale, this trip would not even pass a meagre one, but I guess it did a good job!