Coorg: As it Lives in my Memory, A Year Later

How do you start if you want to convey to someone an experience that has been intense, exceptional, amazing, extraordinary, mindblowing, hard, harsh, powerful, profound, exquisite, emotional and more for you?

Do you start with the title? Or do you start with describing the people who were part of it with you? Do you start at the start of the story? Am just gonna start with what comes to my mind first.

Rays of sunlight filtering through the trees creating a mosaic of shadow on the road, over which the wheels are turning, the engine singing its sweet song, the wind blowing through my hair, between my ears & the head, taking away with it the heaviness of world, the cares & worries of life, the tiredness of my soul, lifting the spirit way above & beyond.

This after a strenuous day of riding about 260km through biting cold & searing heat.

Monday 10/1/11 5:15pm - I see my bike for the first time. Am speechless. There's no one to talk to but i would have been speechless either way. I just look at it, staring, cant take my eyes away. 5:44pm i turn the ignition, the bike comes to life for the first time under me. The bond for life has been made. I fill her up and ride 54kms on the first night itself. My days, my dreams are filled with this Honda Dazzler, my Baby Hornet. Something which I have been wanting, waiting since that first night I rode a bike in my 11th standard, 2003.

I was at Ashwins place & there was talk of going for a trip to Coorg. Wait!! Trip? Is it by road? Yes? On our bikes? Yes! On My Bike? Am Game, period. This was all that registered in my mind. I said yes. Nothing else mattered.

The START:

Friday morning 0430 hrs I frantically tried calling Ashish wondering whether he had woken up or was still hitting snooze. I called up Kishya, he said Ashish had called. We coordinated, met in the basement, I warmed up the bike and we met Himanshu, Kishore, Pandu & Ashwin at the IISc ATM gate. It was damn cold & I didn't have any gloves. I knew my fingers were gonna be dead with pain with the engine screaming at 80kmph, but I didn't care at all!

I see the bike in the streetlight, illuminated by passing high beams, I cant stop myself from taking a pic. It just is looking so bloody sexy!! How can I not take this pic?? We get on our bikes, give a shout out to Ganapati Bappa to look out for us and head off into the night. I just know at this point that this one is going to be special. I assume this as this is my first road trip with MY bike. I only now realise how mistaken I was then.

We leave Bangalore. And that's how the most awesome experience I have ever had starts...

The Journey:

Mysore Road, 80kmph, fingers numb from the 10 deg cold, feels like freezing. I just don't F***ING care. We stopped for fuel. I couldn't feel my phone. But I had to. The bike was looking too good! I clicked a few pics of the gang. We got back on the road. First stop for Tea @ Ramanagara. No one wanted to drink the Tea. Holding it was enough for then. My Tea actually went cold from me holding it. I ordered another one after gulping that one down. We were laughing, eating, happy, it was almost as if this morning everyone in that small place was happy cause there was this group of 6 guys who were having a blast. We got back on the bikes. Next we covered a huge patch of almost 70-80 km. At the round about after Srirangapatnam we stopped for a small water break, where i again got back to clicking pics of my bike & Kishore clicked pics of random hoardings. He is crazy like that. From here on we took the Mysore Bypass.

Again we rode with the wind. On Hunsur road we stopped at a place called Hotel Annapoorna for Tea. The tiredness was creeping in by now. We kept it at bay with the strong tea. It had been 181.6km since morning. Coorg was still a healthy 70km from us. We hit the road averaging a healthy 70-80 kmph. But we took wrong turn somewhere and soon enough we were in the rural back roads of Karnataka. No signs, no vehicles, no people either. Just trees, our 3 bikes and the fields. This part actually turned out to be a refreshing change after the fast highway runs we had had since morning. Me and Ashish got down to discussing science and philosophy. I guess such roads have that kind of an effect on everyone.

Bylakuppe:

Soon we rejoined the highway & after riding for a decent 40-45 kms we stopped again. This time to decide whether to go on to Coorg or to stop by a village called Bylakuppe. Since we had quite some time in hand we decided to go and visit the "Golden Temple" of Bylakuppe. We knew the Bylakuppe was some sort of Tibetan Town but the place really took us all by surprise. Out of nowhere it felt like you were right inside Tibet. It even had its own monastery & Buddhist University. The place was filled with monks but also with normal Tibetan people. There were very few kannadigas. We visited their Monastery. It was a serene and peaceful place. Clean & well maintained, everyone who came there just calmed down automatically. Even the Shrieking Indian Tourists. We spent a lot of time here. But evening was approaching and we needed to get to Coorg!

Coorg:

The road after Bylakuppe to Madikere is Biker's heaven hands down! The air is cool, the sun plays hide and seek with the leaves, clear blue skies above, smooth black tarmac below and the best ride ever in between.  I entered a trance!

And it was while I was in this trance that I saw the beauty of Coorg for the first time. A whole series of hills covered with lush green forests for miles around. It was ethereal.

The road is a grey ribbon flying beneath me as if in a zephyr, sometimes twisting gently, sometimes turning sharply. I am one with my bike. In my elements. The bike sways from side to side, tracing a clear arc of a hundred degrees. Am devouring the corners at insane speeds doing 60-70, never going below 40 on these mountain roads. This feels safe, like how it should be, like how it has always been. I see the trip meter, we are nearing our destination. The sun glints off the shiny tank extensions, the Armour Gold was created for just this kind of light. My mind feels light, there is nothing weighing it down. The tiredness of the 250km we did has already evaporated with the sweat. The sound of the engine is more than music to my ears. Its a symphony. I am in a dream. This is nirvana.


We reached Coorg and like every hill station consumed by commercialisation, this one also was filled with crowd, honking and chaos. We chanced upon a very sincere agent called Reena who showed us a couple of rooms in nearby hotels but we were really put off by the prospect of staying in a room overlooking traffic and smoke! Then she dropped a bomb of a deal on us. A home stay kind of arrangement inside the jungles of Coorg! No connection to the civilized world for 2 days. No traffic, no people, no newspaper, no cell phone network, absolutely nothing! It was 22km outside of the main Madikere town and we had to ride 9km into the jungles. Boy were we game for it.

From Hell:

By now we were dog tired. We had been riding the whole day, we were hungry, dirty but what the hell, it was only 22km more man! Unfortunately the last 9km turned out to be burning HELL for us. The moment we took a road to enter the jungles we realised this was no road. This was a trail! I was literally crying for putting my bike through this kind of torture. It took a lot of time. I was particularly slow with heavy Pandu behind me, but we managed it. Soon we were in Valley Due. The sun had set. It was pitch dark. Not a single light anywhere except our place. "Gentlemen", I thought, "We have made it!".

To Comfort:

Food was a simple affair. But it was made in authentic Coorgi style and for the record I have never ever tasted rasam better than what I had there. And this comes from a person who hates rasam! We played carrom, literature. Sat around the bonfire in freezing cold. It was paradise.

Next morning the plan was to trek up to the top of the highest mountain nearby. While coming down there was a water fall we could splash about in and plenty of pepper and coffee fields to see on the way.

Me, Ashwin, Ashish, Himanshu, Pandurang & Kishore. There was a plateau a little way below the actual peak. Getting up this peak was downright tiring and so only the six of us climbed all the way to the top. Me and Himanshu making a run for it and racing to see who reaches first! Sitting on the rocks with the wind picking up now and again just the 6 of us, all quite, all lost in thought.

I may not have believed in god then, m not sure i believe in the concept now either, but i realized then that I had been incredibly lucky. So much of good fortune had befallen me lately that I was kind of shocked by it all and scared by it, actually, a little bit. Its like, when you have everything you ever wanted, there's a risk of losing it all! But listening to the silence and looking into the distance I realized there is no point in sweating over it. The past really does not matter and the future is just an abstract concept since there are just too many variables involved. The only thing we can do is make sure the present we are living in, matters, that we make it count!

It was time go head back down. We came upon the waterfall. The water was so clean and sweet it was better than what we drink in Bangalore. But boy it was cold. 1 in the afternoon and the water was probably 10 degrees! I literally had to pool up my courage to enter it! We were just goofing around when a large group of girls come in! Bless the powers that be! Anyways since we were all in our undies, it was we who were shy rather than them! And infact Ashish forgot his undies at a place where the girls were playing around! Poor guy was so embarrassed we had a ball of making him get his undies back!

Chill Maadi:

Back at our rooms we had a filling whole lunch after which it was time for Literature. What followed was the definition of EPIC when it comes to any game. The sun was going to set and we decided to head off to a village called Mandalapatti which was famous for many movie scenes being shot there. In anycase the owner of the Valley Due, Manu ensured us that it really was the best place to see a sunset.

That EPIC Pic:

I was a bit apprehensive of taking my bike over the bad trail which we had ridden up while reaching here. But then we decided to see the sunset and so we got back on the bikes and started. But this time it was decidedly different. Sure it was the same road. But our bones weren't rattling. Sure it was bumpy in some places but hey this bike was really built to take all of it in its stride! And sure enough my eyes wandered from the road/trail onto the breathtaking views and scenes which were rolling by. This place was untouched! The sunlight coming in at an angle which illuminated every bush, every leaf and every blade of grass in such a way that it seemed they themselves were emitting light! Was this the same road really. I was shocked!

Our 3 bikes were the only thing rolling. The sun was rapidly setting and we were hurrying on our way. We were climbing the mountains but we had no idea how far Mandalapatti was. Reaching a place where we could just about see the sunset, we stopped. The sunset was nothing less than spectacular! Again the six of us drifted out into our own worlds, me, Himanshu and Ashish talking on the phone, updating our parents that all was good. Kishore and Ashwin clicking pictures and Pandu just staring off into the distance, looking at the colour transitions of the sky...

Here in the middle of nowhere, with not even a hint of civilization anywhere near or far, the light fading fast, just like that we all knew that this moment just needed to be captured in some way. The bikes were lined, the camera was set on the gravelly road, a stone propping it in place, timer set for 10 sec and CLICK! This one will remain special in all our hearts! There is nothing more that can be said, period.



It was time to head back and head back fast! In these jungles there wont be even a sliver of light from anywhere. Soon it was just our head lights illuminating the road in front of us. And boy my bike rocked when it came to this. With the light on dipper when I flashed the high beam the whole road in front of me was bathed in light so strong, I was crying tears of happiness thanking the Japanese for such fantastic engineering! But all said and done, the ride in pitch dark on the curvaceous, crooked, contoured mountain road was definitely challenging. But we reached our abode all right.

This was to be the last night of ours at this paradise untouched. As we freshened up and gathered in front of the bonfire, all of us were unusually quite. somehow this whole trip had affected each of our psyche in a profound yet undefined manner.

What is life if not but a series of experiences? What is the point in living in the same old rut and never really testing new grounds, seeing new light? But then again what is the point of living through experiences one after the other in a never ending line if there is no one to share them with. What then is the point of all the new experiences then? And that is what this life then boils down to. Yes new experiences are essential to keep the spirit soaring but happiness is meaningless if not shared with anyone.

We talked about what the last couple of days had been like. We all agreed that this trip had by far been the best trip any of us had ever had! :) But we couldn't quite pin point what it was that made it so. We all agreed that each of us would pen our account of this trip down. Only Ashish kept up his promise. And now me, finishing up what I had promised a year ago. The date on Ashish's log is 18th Jan 2011, and as I write this, its 18th Jan 2012. This trip was yet to end, but boy was it already EPIC!

Pack Up Time:

It was time to leave next morning. I warmed up my stone cold bike, cleaned it as best as I could. We bid adieu to our caretakers and hit the road! We had come to Coorg all the way from Bangalore, not seen a single conventional touristy type spot and yet had encountered Coorg's beauty in so direct and intimate way that we were frankly quite overwhelmed by it all.

As we set out, the plan was to visit Dubare an elephant park on our way back. Unfortunately, and what proved to be the only lemon in our whole trip, it was closed! Plus there were too many people, and the crowd just shocked all of our sensibilities. I for one was just not acclimatised for so many people! So we made a hasty retreat from there. Unfortunately the sun was up and burning down on us. I had crossed 500km and was ripping the engine up. I got a top speed of 115kmph and it was insane! And this with Pandu behind me!

Saved by a Hair's Breadth:

I was doing probably 95kmph on a wide, downhill road when all of a sudden an old cripple of a man in a rickshaw just came on bang in the middle of the road out of nowhere and stopped! On a direct collision course with the rick, I braked hard. The rear wheel locked and I lost all traction. The bike skidded almost 60 meter, I had lost traction, but not control. By releasing the rear brake I regained balance and then again braked hard. Again the bike skidded but then this time everything was in control and I knew I would miss the rick barely but safely. That is what happened and when I stopped, we had actually missed the rick by just about half a feet. Pandu was livid and I thought he would start beating the man. Even the onlookers agreed that it was the old man's fault. But then the man himself was apologising in Kannada, so I asked Pandu to let it go. There was absolutely no damage done to the bike or us. And thankfully none to the rick or the man either. So then all's well that ends well. Pandu was a little shaken up but somehow I was feeling quite all right and in my element so we hit the road again in all the glory of 80-90kmph. We stopped for lunch at Hotel Annapoorna, same place where we all had become addicted to Literature in the first place!

Crazy Traffic:

By evening we had reached just Mysore. There was still 190km to go. And the sunday crowd returning to Banglore from Mysore made riding crazy. The three of us were anyways separated. Plus all the riding had taken its toll on our butts. Me and Ashwin stopped for our Tannin and its structural analogue break. Soon enough Himanshu and Ashish came in. We had regrouped but then with the crazy traffic we decided to push off independently since it was futile to stick together.

The Race:

Me & Ashwin relaxed a bit more as the other two left. The sun was still up. After getting totally refreshed, we got back onto the road. The traffic was fast and rolling with no discipline at all. People were changing lanes like crazy. I decided that the only way to actually make progress and ride safely was to ride faster than everyone else! I told Ashwin to hold tight cause this may be scary and gunned the throttle. Soon the traffic seemed slow as I was flying at 90kmph overtaking everything that came in my way. That is untill the large KSRTC Volvo came up in front. I had seen it go by when we had stopped for tea! After tailing a bit I found an opening and went for it. The Volvo was over taken. But I knew this wont be for long. So i used the agility of my bike to its advantage while the Volvo used its power. On an empty stretch I would give way & the Volvo would gun and overtake me like a mountain flying by at 120kmph. The moment it slowed down I would find a gap & overtake it at 100kmph! Soon it was evident for the driver of the Volvo as well as its passengers that me and them were racing! I would wait up if I got too ahead for the Volvo to catch up and surprisingly, or that's what I felt, I thought the Volvo slowing down on long empty stretches to wait for me to catch up. This exciting cat and mouse game kept up for a good 20-25 min and I think we must have covered almost 40km this way  when we reached the town of Mandya with a proper traffic jam. I of course went up ahead. And anyway stressing my engine for extended periods of time wasn't a good thing so I decided to let the Volvo go if it overtook me again.

It had gotten dark by then and some way beyond Mandya I was doing a steady 80-90kmph on a relatively empty road when the Volvo came up behind me and flashed its head lights! :) But since I had decided not to race I waved my hands and signalled him to go ahead. The Volvo surged ahead leaving Me and Ashwin behind...

The Last Leg:

With paining butts we stopped at Bidadi for another tea and some respite from the pain. It was just 40km to Bangalore now and we decided to finish off no matter what. That was it then, the last leg of our fantabulous journey.

Bangalore greeted us with a crazy traffic jam but really I was not bothered. Nor was Ashwin I guess. We were both quite, lost in our own thoughts. We had come back to our daily life of grind and rut. Mundane, routine, same old, same old. But our spirits were refreshed! Alive again. We had brought back with us something from Coorg that couldn't be quite pinned or named. But whatever it was would fuel our spirits, would pump our engines for quite some time to come.

Epilogue:

As I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, scenes from the couple of days gone by flashing, it struck me like a blow. Yes this trip had always been about me and my bike. MY bike. Mine. Paid for by MY money. Registered in MY name. Not my dads. This was MY love! And this trip was OUR honeymoon. Me and My Baby Hornet. And sure beyond all the images i was seeing, the most clear of them all was that of my Baby Hornet. But this trip will forever remain etched in my memory because along with a beautiful destination and the most awesome bike were some of the best people I have had the good fortune of being with. Ashwin, Ashish, Himanshu, Pandu & Kishore. And that's what our lives are all about ain't it!

Corruption

Anna is again on a fast unto death to fight corruption. Protests across the country are flying thick throughout and even though people mostly not much bothered by things are talking about it on social networks and amongst themselves.

I am writing this post for my own self, because in all of this I myself am not sure what my stand is. And it is important that I have a well defined and clear stand on this issue.

Corruption is rampant in our country. Everyone knows that, everyone has taken part in it. Almost everyone I know who has a drivers license or PAN card or Passport or a Vehicle has been a part of it. They have paid bribes, asked for favours, broken laws and then tried to pay their way out of trouble. And I have been no different. This is base level corruption which every citizen faces. And the scams that were unearthed in the recent past, money bamboozled to the tune of tens of thousands of CRORES are the other end of this wide spectrum.

The Lokpal bill demanded by Anna has been there on the table since the 70s. The govt. version is absolutely impotent, no doubt. But Anna's version is all powerfull and with too much teeth. Can't there be a compromise? No Anna is not having any of it. Nor are the people.

And what about me? So here is my take on it. Why does the govt shiver in its boots when someone talks of going on a fast unto death? I mean that's a peaceful protest! What's the harm in it. Can't the govt even give some public land for an old man to fast as sign of protest? What if the govt acquiesce? And what if Anna dies of hunger then? Mark my words there will be pandemonium, riots everywhere. Oh and hell this is India, the riots are not just gonna be general good natured looting and burning stuff, this is India, its going to be gruesome, there WILL be murder, there WILL be rape and the communal sentiments WILL get churned and this country is all too familiar with communal riots, which WILL happen. Riots on a country wide scale is exactly what our country cannot afford. The London Riots were a fucked up joke as compared to what we have had in our country in the past. No wonder the govt, scared shitless, arrested Anna. But of course the people are not going to think this far into the future, for them the only prominent fact visible is that the tyrant govt. did not even fulfil such a simple request of an old man. This is what the media is showing and this is what the people see and then agitate against. But they are not realising that in effect Anna IS holding the whole democratic process at ransom. There are ways to bring in change. Yes they are slow. Yes people who try to get things changed get kicked out in due time since the process is too slow thanks to corrupt people slowing it further. But taking the speedier way out by figuratively holding the govt at gun point is absolutely undemocratic. Its a wrong way to bring in change even if the change itself is essential and badly required.

In any case the govt has agreed now to let Anna fast, albeit for 2 weeks. Enough time for the movement to build momentum and strength so that the govt has to bow and accept the Jan Lokpal which Anna is touting.

Which brings us to the bill per se. Its a law against corrupt politicians, how can it be bad? A powerful law against politicians will ensure that they not get corrupted by the power that they get when they step into office. The problem with powerful laws are that they can be very very easily misused. POTA, MCOCA and the Armed Forces Act have been used many times in the past for cover up encounters etc. This law will get misused and a lot at that. The finer details have more subtle coarseness related to the statistics and feasibility of implementation. Just because a law has been drafted and a suitable body made to see that corrupt leaders are nailed does not mean they will. The corruption in the top brass will only get eradicated when we have Leaders with integrity and conscience. Bending a corrupt powerful politician so that he toes the line is not going to work in the long run. This WILL fail eventually. Electing honest Leaders will not. Damn right that's going to take a lifetime, but this bill won't be as effective as we all are thinking. Call me an idealist, but corruption will only stop when every citizen of this country lives with integrity. No one wants to pay bribes and no one would have if people in govt institutions would have worked with a conscience. An office worker would not have bent and accepted bribes hadn't he seen that his/her colleagues do the same work only after taking a bribe. Yes its easier to support Anna than to lead this kind of an ideal life. But there is just a threshold we need to cross, beyond that herd mentality will take care of corruption at ground level. Honest Leaders at the top, which we have to elect, and an honest citizenry is the only way corruption is going to stop.

Probably its all too idealistic for many. And this is not going to happen any time soon, so should I, for the time being, support Anna and the stronger bill? Maybe I should and see where it all goes. Because even though its always better to learn from other's mistake, this seems to me, to be a time when we will have to make this mistake. 'Cause seems like there's no other way to learn. If all this talk of going against corruption would persuade people to have more integrity, not offer or accept bribes, be honest and carry out their Fundamental Duties while enjoying their Fundamental Rights, even then a huge good would have been done to the people of this country. That's what I am going to hope. That's why I am going to support Anna.

Times are Changing

Scam after scam being unearthed, money totalling into billions known to be swindled. Money which people like our fathers and mothers pay as taxes to this government, money like that paid by you every time you watch a movie or every time you eat a pizza. It seemed like there wasn't even one avenue which wasn't dug up by these corrupt machines.

And then came Anna. Like a shining beacon, guiding that energy, that dissatisfaction of the people towards their politicians, into something constructive. Something called CHANGE. Few people understood this change, me included, but almost all wanted it. The status quo was so bad that it seemed better was the only way things could move. People rallied with Anna. Me included. We said down with the hubris of politicians. We want a body who can investigate independently. We want the Jan Lokpal. To attack this cancer of a government Anna went on a fast unto Death. We all believed in Mahatma, still do, have always abused him, still did. Fasts, silent marches, candle light vigils, the works. The results were splendid. The government baulked. People were ecstatic. Time passed, the government evaded the bill and is now trying to make it impotent. Anna has understood this. He says he is going on a fast again if by Aug 15th nothing is done about this. But that's besides the point.

All this while people were being vocal of their support for Anna. There were some who disagreed with his tactics. They were countered by saying: "COME ON now..!! This is the Gandhian way. If we don't do this the politicians will never listen to us". I thought so too. And I said so too. On facebook, on Twitter, with people during coffees and lunches. I too went and lit candles.

And then Baba Ramdev happened.

And everything changed.

Baba Ramdev, scantily clad in saffron, showing his hirsute body on TV, encouraging people to do Yoga. Yoga is good for the body, proven. Millions follow him. Take his "Ayurvedic" medicines in the hope that their diabetes, their failing kidneys will get better than new. But is his bhasma, churan really going to cure 3rd stage cancer? Some quantity of ash curing terminal patients with GENETIC diseases? I am a student of Science and these claims are just hogwash for me.

This self proclaimed godman with a business empire worth hundreds of crores wanted to open a political party some time back. We should have been alerted then itself that the power this person holds has already corrupted him.

This man now resurfaced, in style, walking down a private jet, meeting none other than the PM of this country. Threatening he will go on a hunger strike if all the black money hoarded outside is not brought back. Good cause. Would have been better if the cause hadn't been about money but any cause out of about the 100 other equally important issues, but whatever, good cause, seemingly. In short the demand wasn't met, he went on a hunger strike, didn't have to wait too long, 'cause the police broke this peace protest in the dead of the night and caused absolute mayhem.

Ramdev is now hogging as much of the 'limelight' media time as possible in print, tv, news, whatever. When the media did not follow him to Haridwar, he went to them to Noida. He now addresses 'his brothers' in the media rather than the people in his rallies.

Godman? Yoga Guru? Or a powerful man with an agenda? You decide, because you can decide now, since its a democracy, tomorrow if someone holds a fast unto death against your decision then you wont even be able to decide anything then. Like our flaccid government cant decide anything now. Its besides the point that it couldn't decide anything anyway, either because of the coalition threats or because of some other reasons.

Anna unfortunately supports Ramdev and so they are now anna and ramdev. These are the leaders of the revolution people want.

I wonder was it like this during independence? Which leader of the 1900s was even remotely similar to any of our present leaders? If the present leaders lead us into a revolution then what will be the purpose of that revolution? Is anyone clear about that? Do not say corruption, because the present leaders are ALREADY corrupt, like our hairy baba.

Real change cannot be brought about by changing people, but by replacing people. Replacing a corrupt leader with an honest leader is change. Forcing corrupt leaders to not be corrupt via a Jan Lokpal is not change, its calibration, manipulation, adjustment. Replacement of leaders in our democracy occurs every 5 years. Unless leaders who are not corrupt, have integrity, are honest and do care about this country stand up for elections, and we elect them, there's going to be no change. Currently no such leader stands up, but then we all don't vote either. Saying there's no good leader. And I don't blame you. I don't vote either.

What is happening now, people following blindly, as they always do, some man who has set out to 'blackmail' (sic) the government, will only result in the destruction of our democracy.

We desperately NEED real leaders, not the ones who will eventually turn corrupt but the ones who will have the integrity to see this country through whatever comes its way during their tenure. We NEED to elect them, we NEED to Vote. I now realise that holding candles is really not going to help at all.

Change can be for the good but it may as well be for the bad. Be Aware.

Is it worth the effort?

I am asking this question to myself in particular and to everyone in general.

Is it worth finding cures for rare genetic diseases which affect just 100s or 1000s out of the 7 billion of the worlds population?

In nature, say in a population of wild bison, such rare genetic disorders would just manifest themselves and soon the individual will die, if the disease is terminal that is. Or else it will just maintain the low gene frequency. Not altering the robustness of the gene pool in general.

But what about Humans?

Finding a cure to ANY disease involves millions if not billions of dollars. Pharmaceuticals do not invest in such diseases primarily cause they will never recover the cost of finding the cure due to the limited market. Such diseases rely on academic research for possible cures.

Looking at it from the larger gene pool point of view, is it beneficial to just let these individuals die before they procreate? Sooner or later the faulty gene will be extinct. And 100s of people is not a large number, after all that many have died in terrorists attacks in Mumbai alone. Many many more have died in natural disasters in the past year alone.

But what about diseases which are not terminal? They will be passed on in the children of the patients. Should the patient be responsible and not procreate by their own will?

And what about the patients themselves? They will ask me : What if you had this disease instead of me? Would you be writing this blog?

However less be their numbers, they do have a right to life. And if the bigger whole is being examined, then they are fighting for their survival just as so many others in nature do. Despite their illness. If they survive and procreate then they have won. Despite their illness. Who am I to decide whether a cure should be found or not?

This is a sensitive issue no doubt. And I don't have an answer to this question. I don't even know if I am aware of all the factors which affect this issue. And I am the least qualified person to declare what should and should not be done.

All I can ask of you is to give this question some thought.

The year that Was... The Most Awesome Year yet

On a High after giving the Dec2009 CSIR when we all got back to Pune in Jan, all the whole of bioinfo batch wanted to do was: Masti. January seemed to be dedicated to it. The batch went to an overnight trip to Vasota. Considered by far the best by many, not me though. The guys next went to Purandar Fort. One of the cheapest and definitely the most spontaneous of our treks. Not satisfied yet, our next trek was to Dhak Bhairi. The most toughest trek ever and that is a unanimous opinion. By now we all had got our guides and projects. Buried somewhere within the GBs of Pics that we took, was our Literature Review which we were supposed to be doing. But hell May was far off, who cared about the project anyways? :)
Next came Feb. We took the first Sunday off from trekking. Bad decision: in the evening we guys got robbed at gunpoint by Somya at Chatuhshrungi. What a start to the month. Bloody ended every damn plan prematurely, before we even thought of it. It was a bad bad experience. Well in any case it put an end to all our masti. Everyone came right back to their ground states, I infact went into an underground state not being able to bear the loss of my Corby!! Feb went off with rounds of police stations, people, contacts, hell we even got to talk to Somya through a contact in a desi bar. Said he had sold our phones coz he needed 2 laks.
March came and i applied for my passport. On Holi the good news came that Somya had been caught by the police and they had recovered our phones. Man the joy and happiness of it all. That was a gr8 holi! Like the first Fri of every month, this one had already been taken up by Wangikar Sir. I had a lot of preliminary data processing to do. On top of this the police tells us to get orders from the courts to get back the phones. March went in courts and coding.
April started and i started to actually code on the real algorithm of my project. I thought I could finish it in 2 weeks. The rounds of the courts and police stations continued. I kept on coding. I took a whole month to write down 750 lines of code and it ran terribly. It was slow, it was buggy, it was bad coding. By mid april i was supposed to get my passport. But Hell it had gotten stuck in the Police Stn! More rounds of Police Stn then. But we got our cell phones back finally :)
With May the temperatures started getting really oppressive in the Lab. I Optimized my code so that it ran like a sports-car. It was lighter - 450 lines and faster. Time had come to run it on my whole dataset. This was also the time when all my interviews were gonna take place and the sem end theory and practical exams were scheduled as well with the Project presentations. Unfortunately the class performance was so bad that the project presentations were shifted to Jun end. Which was good :) May was a crazy crazy month. I literally jet setted my way about Mumbai Pune and Bangalore for PhD interviews. Whats worse is that i failed in all of them :(
June: I finished up whatever was my project. The results turned out to be bad unfortunately. Next scheduled was a trip to Bangalore for IISc interviews. This was a do or die moment for me. The story of how i did it is for another time and place but point is i DID it :) After that when i came back to Pune for the Project Presentations there was just no looking back. I had gotten the passport cleared as well by "donating" stationary to the police stn passport office. But atleast i did not have to pay money upfront in this corrupt country of mine! June ended MSc ended, a chapter of my life closed, a part of me remained back in Pune, the rest of me walked on.
July was the Month of Meeting Everyone. Met all the old friends. Relaxed at home cause the future was secured in IISc. July 28th touched Bangalore! New chapter started!
August. New place, new people, new food, heck even new clothes thnx to mums insistence. Pankaj was the only thing I already knew about IISc and am glad he was there. Made new Friends. Realised that again I had got a gr8 batch. Went for trips. Weekends at Ashwins. Exploring Bangalore. Meeting up with long lost childhood friends in a city stranger to all of us. The best Freshers ever!
September, broke the shell completely, lost control completely, exams came, i failed completely! On top of that personal complaints against me by A**HOLE profs with bloated egos coz of plugged A**HOLES. Was a bad time towards the end. To the rescue came Friends from Pune. It was time to go back to my roots. Go to a place where i could just be me. Turned out the name of that place was Urli Kanchan, a small village 35km from Pune off the Pune-Solapur Highway.
October: thats how it started, In Urli Kanchan. One of the most unforgettable nights ever. The night was crazy. No other word for it. 7 bikes, a field, more than 6 kilos of food, liters of a potent drink, 5 deg Cel, one small bonfire and 11 guys. After I came back from Pune I knew everything was gonna be just about fine.
November came and with that exams. Ones which I couldn't fail, infact a few in which I had to do exceptionally well. A month of some cold calculations and hard work regarding exams. A month also of the One Plunge taken with the eyes closed without gauging how high the fall was, how deep and cold the water was. And mid Nov! a gamble which paid off. Probably an event which has already changed my life forever ahead! Exams came in, I just gave em. And the ones in which i needed to, I just DID. Again!
Dec: This month had FAMILY written all over it and that too in BOLD! Came back home. Drove to Ahemdabad in the brand new SX4. The best car i have driven till date surely! Came back drove to Mahabaleshwar. Relieved some of the FYBSc Botany memories. This was the most offbeat vacations with the family. And now in the wee hours of the last day of this great great year, this blogpost.

Next Year: Jan is gonna start with a Bang called Honda Dazzler! Life is gonna be sweet. And like Calvin says: The Days are Just Packed!