A walk to re-member
I trekked, again, yesterday
Basic sketch of the trek? Bangalore Trekking Club (BTC) organisers,
Dinesh Yadav and Subha Sundaram, chose the train route as the fastest means to get to
Rayakotti with 2 meeting point stations from which to join together as a team
in the train. From Majestic the train was delayed by half hour and started at
7:35 and we were joined from Byappanahalli by the rest of the team. After an
enjoyable train ride, eventually getting to know each other better en route, we
alighted at Rayakottai, Tamil Nadu, station at about 9:45. After a
pack-your-lunch stop at a local restaurant, we walked to Rayakottai hills. We
climbed for the up stretch of 2 km in xx:xx time (I did not note the time we
took because I had so much to look around and be awed/stress-and-refind
strength/discover by!). We got to the top, explored the different view spots,
clicked a lot of photos, teased each other and had fun,
prodded/admonished/tricked/encouraged each other to stretch our limits,
had lunch there and then descended to a cool cove amidst the rocks for some
interesting games and then further descended to have some cool drinks and then
catch a bus to Majestic so that we could all be in Bangalore by 7:30 max.
The above is the rough sketch. I love the details. The following is my
learning-journal cum savor-as-much-flavors-from-remembered retrospection.
Please feel free to dismiss if you have no patience for a long read as mine
tends to be when I am all excited and digging into the opportunity of a
thorough re-examination. Why miss an opportunity when there is so much to learn
from retrospection, from examining and reliving an experience so that I can be
amazed from retrieved info (and always be surprised by what my brain has been
picking up while I was not consciously aware of its workings) and then pour the
learnings thus retrieved into the blank timespace that is the present from
where the future comes to be? This is my space and this is how I think I make
the best out of the time and effort I would put/invest in doing this activity!
(I hope the Reader enjoys/finds something to enjoy in/inspite of my, umm,
rambling, back-and-forth style of doing so).
Following rhythms. (For those who don’t know me, I am a Body
Intelligence Facilitator, and I study/observe rhythms in and of life to
facilitate health). I had lots of rhythms to follow and explore and be
surprised with as you would (hopefully) come to see in the following.
Yesterday, I trekked again. Rayakottai, the place is called.
Historically, it was one of the favorites of the Tippu sultanate and that of
his father, Hyder Ali. It has marks of its strategic build of structures in
choice places and then marks of it being destroyed later, and now there are
plants of interesting poignant silence growing everywhere around the crumbling structures and igneous rocks that stand witness to the passage of time.
We were 15 of us this time; 15 unknown people (2 of which I apparently
knew – ‘apparently’ because we hardly really know even our own near and dear
ones, very so often with our eyes clouded with prejudice, marring the chance to
see their change through moments of time that is the present that changes the
next moment. So, it was a walk to remember and re-member, at least for me, what
lies beneath under the dust of Rayakottai and what we call as our known selves.
The journey started when I applied for it. ‘One-day trek’ said the
invite, and I went (!). Then the difficulty status said ‘easy’ and I went (!!)
and applied. Besides I had been getting crabby cloistered in the known almost
hamster-in-the-wheel’ish and this in spite of my very varied
Alice-in-wonderland explorative thinking-imagining mind, but it is mostly in my
own space. I needed fresh material and fresh ground for my ‘rubber to meet the
road.’ (I did not think exactly this way but perhaps my brain was doing that in
the unconscious. You are what you think and you do even unconsciously what you
think and have been thinking. Watch what you think has been the wiseman’s
advice. I did not/don’t know how good/robust is my thinking and where/what I don’t
know that I need to work on so that I don’t end up being pushy in my enthusiasm
while there are miles to be covered in having the Planet be a humane place to
live in. I certainly have work to do in this regard and am certainly ‘work in
progress’ unto perfection, AND Rome was not built in a day but was certainly
built with consistent everyday work). A trek is good enough. And then came what
would it be worth the while for me at this point in time that would get the
hamster-me out of the wheel. Exertibility, I decided. Muscle-power, but then I
do have a pretty multifaceted brain, and so do we all, and mine added more to
the list of want-to-have-wons en route and the following ensued.
Very serendipitously, the journey started by train; you know the cliche
‘we are all fellow-travellers in the train of life, we all aboard the train at
some point and travel together in this train-compartment, spend some time
together, and alight when our stations come to continue on in our own
journeys.’ Well, we boarded at 2 pickup stations – Majestic and Byappanahalli –
and alighted together at Rayakottai, Tamil Nadu. Crowded train with the inflow
and outflow of every-age-group people, each with their concerns and
aspirations, sometimes catching an eye over the expanse of the compartment,
sometimes jostling by on their way in or out. Nice variety of currents in the
flow of people en route. We boarded the train at 7:10, but the train-people had
a mind of their own and started the train chugging at 7:35. I was so engrossed
in the goings on, I did not note the time we reached Rayakottai; I was in the
‘live in the infinite present moment’ mindframe! We halted for a
pack-a-potluck lunch briefly and then walked our way to Rayakottai – the hill
proper.
She loomed ahead of us, with boulders of different sizes, a majestic big
rock for her head, green shrubbery promising interesting nooks and crevices,
and for decoration she had the trident symbol of the Tirumala temple fame
painted across several of her rocks. A religious trek?! Well, I hadn’t planned
on what to expect so, surprise! This was turning out to be a mystical trek as
well. Well, that is what a journey is, ay? A determination, a road to traverse,
a destination, and whatever serendipitous there could be en route. I
purposefully did not checkout pictures or historical details or anything about
this place as I also wanted it to be a journey to discover. Bangalore
Trekking Club would prove to be contained space in which to explore new
grounds this time too, I was about to discover.
The trek was supposedly short – about a 45 minute climb up and about
same down – 2 KM each way. For me, with all the sights to take in and the
mostly-sitting lifestyle with moderate physical exertion, the boulders
challenged my physical exertibility. I huffed and puffed my way a few distance,
then rest and find more stream and strength to go the next stretch. I don’t
know how the body manages to get stronger with brief rests! For sure, rest is
the secret to exertibility, if not performance? or at least, there is some of
the magic in it. There were steps all over the place, afterall it was a fort of
yore. I could not help sensing a sort of yearning or sadness or desolation in
the serene, expansive, quiet air. The hill was certainly alive waiting for
those who would come and attempt to know her better. She also had a little
green pool amidst the rocks and I met a crab there, and another cove amidst the
rocks where some one thought it beautiful enough to build a little brick and
mortar structure – the roof is destroyed now but I cannot but wonder at the
sense of beauty that someone or some people wanted to be a part of by living in
there, I imagine (coz’ I have no idea what that structure was built there for).
I degressed into reverie. You, dear Reader, should visit this place and then
you would forgive me for degressing every so often here. It is so full of
wonder! Good for exercising the imagination-muscle, so important to keep the
ability to dream alive, for in dreaming is hope and the impetus to live a
better life!
Interestingly, one way or the other, people seemed to be teasing each
other about their names – some were okay about their names being called anyhow,
some almost dismissively pronounced their last names, some did not have a last
name. I happen to have trained in Systemic Constellations and had no plans of
exercising my curricular interests during the trek but here inadvertently was
names on focus, and we were on a trek to a historical spot, which basically is
tradition (the fort has come about from people having lived there, which is why
it is his-story’cal). How rooted are we in our ancestoral line, I had to
wonder, for we were named by people who live now whose genes came from people
who lived before them; our lives today came to be because there were people
with genes that is in us today who lived such that they could survive what they
had to live/survive through so that life could come to us that we enjoy by
being able to be alive. Our names encapsulate that history – the story that has
moved through the genes – encapsulated in our second names; our first names
label you/I (we call a chair ‘chair’ to identify the structure; we call a
person by name because that Name is the phonetic signature identifying only
that one person and no one else). How can a name be allowed to be taken lightly
or mispronounced even by the person whose name it is and if allowed to, what
does that say about our own relationship with our identifying signature – our
name? A walk to re-member, in deed.
“As you travel more, you start finding joy in small small things and you
discover you dont need much to survive.” “You start relying more on yourself.”
We had some profound conversations with some very interesting people. This is
my second trek and I found the rich variety this time too. It is really
interesting who embarks on a trek and why, and then with a club where the
unknown variables are more. A responsible club accounts for variables in tried
and tested ‘knowns’ as the structure by which the unknown is explored. I
continue to wonder at the variety and the spirit that chooses such trails. The
grit and gumption by which such trails are pursued and the verve it takes to
conquer the unknown peak. This thought, of course, is a known for the regular trekkers for they are now dyed in the wool, imbued with what becomes
possible through trekking, but for a second-timer this is a thought I am
writing about and perhaps a thought that non-trekkers do not have available to
think about.
There was so much hide and seek going on en route. Not literally but
then in the persona of people. This is not new, of course, and one does not
need to go on a trek to discover this. Personas in a person playing hide and
seek is an everyday phenomenon. The little inner child exploring a line of
thought or movement while having an everyday conversation, or a home maker
trying a little extra of a spice in a regular dish or less and that ‘I dont
know how that happened’ look is not really feigned but the dynamism of the
conscious, subconscious and unconscious minds within the currents of the same
person. The question is does one care to look? Does one care enough? Does one
care. Period. And then, what does one do with the quantity/magnitude of care of
what they care about. Is it just left as an insight? With a group of unknown
people, that is another ‘variety’ I had to observe in this
so-many-layers-of-variety trek.
The organizers, Subha Sundaram and Dinesh Yadav, did a beautiful job of
syncing and coordinating between each other to hold the space together in which
we participant trekkers could explore so much variety. Kudos to whatever they
did to pull that off the way they did. They even managed to have a
muscle-exertion reluctant me (read, resistent to climb up versus the easy
descent) to climb up the same incline twice and I think I did it faster. Were
they focusing also on increasing our cardiovascular efficiency or
musculoskeletal strengthening? They may be coz’ the game of Ping-Pong involved
pushups as a penalty for the wrong move. Improving athletic prowess must be part
of the plan. Well, nevertheless, they did it well. (We reascended to eate lunch
at the peak after we descended a little distance thinking of eating at the cove
and then after the lunch, we redescended to also enjoy the shade and serentity
of the cove for the game. We got what we wanted and they managed to get us
exercise-stretch our limits too. Nicely done!
We had 3 youngsters amongst us – students. They brought an energy and a
dash of modernity that is fresh and not the suave/polished kind that comes about
with refinement but of a brand of its own. The new and of a spirit that is yet
to dazzle but is in the making. It is kind of endearing to see this spirit in
flittering hide-and-seek but also going through the motions of growing up – the
doubts and trials and tribulations that is part and parcel of growing up. Only
someone who is going through the motions of deliberate effort to grow in a
desired manner would know when the actions or outcomes are not according to
expectation and in those moments is where doubts and all those things mentioned
in Kubler-Ross’ change curve comes alive and one needs to go through them
before emerging better than before. It is beautiful and yet sort of
heart-wrenching, much like you would perhaps when you see a caterpillar attempting
to come out of its pupa in its attempt to become a butterfly and you want to
help it but the caterpillar needs to go through what it needs to go through TO
become the butterfly. How does one do it right when you dont know how to do it
right though you know something needs to be done and you learn how to do it
right only by paying attention to the feedback and the feedback only comes
after you do it?! Do it, then rinse and repeat, I guess. I am sure the Sistine
Chapel came about after many not-to-right compositions and those compositions
were done for real on real canvas and then some feedback and criticism. The
best is yet to be and the best is in the making, in the doing and in the
constructive adjustment/accommodation of meted out criticism/feedback.
They did it again! Was it planned or is it in their ‘organizers’ manual’
if there is one on how to organize a trek that there be people of many levels
of experience in a trek? I think most likely, considering there was so much
lookout for first-timers. It feels like a well-watched-out for, watched-over
learning, learning to be, and becoming space. It is humane microculture
movement. It feels nice to be seeing this in retrospection. I dont think I
would have really thought about this, spending so much time on it if I had just
had an ‘aha’ moment of ‘this is probably what BTC is doing’ than with writing
about it where I need to deliberate on what I did not know my mind was
noticing. Yup, retrospection has multiple benefits, especially writing about
the experience. I guess this is how ‘writing therapy’ emerged, where someone
writes about difficult experiences and then the good and bad bits get sorted
out and learnings emerge, so that a person is not stuck in the difficult bits
of the experience but become stronger for it and better, and healthier.
For all of this good rich experience, I paid Rs. 130/- and that was calculated end of the day to include the travel expenses and food whatever may have been consumed as a group foraged en route. And I thought good ol’ altruism for better stronger human spirit was diminishing?! What was I thinking?!
Written By : Bitha
Original Blog : A Walk to Remember
Date of event : Jan 21, 2018
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