
some weird signals the mind picks.
The auspicious time is near,
for it's gonna be THAT year!
The day has come for us to cheer:
30 30 30 30 30 30 30 30 30 30 30
LOUD AND CLEAR......................
My friends penned this ditty for me. It was ‘that’ time of my life; approaching like doomsday. The incessant leg-pulling (good-humoured though it was) started taking its toll. You know how there are times in your life when you behave irrationally? Well, this was one of them: my impending 30th birthday. The rational me would have said “Bah, it’s just another number, just another day. How is it going to change my life from today? It’s not the end of the world!” The irrational me said “Sigh….turning 30. There’re so many things that I wanted to do. So many things that I still want to do. Time’s running out. I’m turning old & grey…..Sigh!” Suffice to say that irrational me won the battle. I wanted to run away & not face this day.
To cheer me up, K planned a ‘surprise destination’ trip & decided to whisk me away for the weekend (luckily, it was a long weekend too). He knew that a trip would always cheer me up, no matter what. When he told me about the plans, it did make me look forward to the day quite a bit! And, after probing about my ‘surprise’ destination & discovering it, I was thrilled to bits. I had wanted to go there ever since I had read about it, 5 years ago. Yippee-yay! This is how I turned up at Red Hills.
The name ‘Red Hills’ is quite a misnomer. Nestled in the Nilgiris, the panoramic views with a predominantly blue hue do make you realise why the hills are called just that….the ‘Blue Mountains’. I arrived after a longish drive from Bangalore, to the most beautiful views of Emerald Lake; seen right from the home-stay. I spent the evening sitting on the bench at the edge of the lawn, looking at the lake as the sun set. We chatted with fellow-guests & our hosts, who suggested that we trek up to the top of ‘Red Hills’ behind their house, the next morning. That sounded like a nice way to begin my birthday so I agreed.
And so began my unusual birthday the next morning: no phone calls (my service provider had no network there), no e-mails wishing me, no lunch or dinner reservations at gourmet restaurants. Just whiffs of fresh air, a fabulous view with my morning cup of tea, orange cream biscuits to go with it (I’d forgotten what they taste like!) and Moby, the friendly German shepherd, wanting to play with me. Soon, with Vinod, our guide, we set off on the trek. We walked uphill, stopping to admire the view every now & then. Okay, I admit it…..it was also to catch our breath but the splendid views gave us an excuse to do so without feeling too ashamed. Moby had refused to let us go & had joined the three of us for the trek. His enthusiasm was infectious! He would run ahead of us, then pant & turn around to check where we were. Usually, we would be lagging behind so Moby would go & stand at the edge of the rocks & admire the view in silence. After we’d joined him, he’d do the same thing all over again. It was funny to see a dog so fond of views & that made me laugh.


We tore ourselves away after a while & began our descent. A hot lunch awaited us & we dug straight in. After a refreshing afternoon nap, it was time to assume my favourite perch on the bench; to watch the evening theatrics over Emerald Lake. That night, our host Banu baked me a yummy, hot pineapple cake…she’d found out that it was my birthday. The staff gave me a bouquet made with flowers from the garden. A fitting end to a lovely day!





To you seems to bring great joy.
You say: "Lo behold,
Raji's grown so old!"
My age you may mock.
But dahlings, let's face it, I rock!
Do I feel different? Nay!
Feels like any other day.
I'm still as fit & fine,
as I was at twenty-nine.
In the years to come you'll see,
how sprightly I can still be.
Now that I'm thirty this year,
There's nothing else to fear.
And as for my ticking clock,
It can go take a walk!
For information & tips:
http://nomadandabag-guides.blogspot.com/2013/01/red-hills-information-tips.html
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