Saturday, July 1, 2017

Drumroll, followed by depression?

Depression is becoming an increasingly prevalent condition, given the race for jobs, breaking relationships and rocketing levels of stress. In most cases, depression goes undiagnosed, and in some, there is not enough money for treating it clinically. According to the National Mental Health Survey 2015-16, this condition is most prevalent in urban metro areas and amongst widowed/separated women.

The most glaring numbers constitute the percentage of widowed/separated women who are under depression. 1 out of 20 of these women are victims, which obviously results from sudden death of spouse or abandonment, since an expected death or divorce has very less chances of leading to a depression. According to Census 2011, the number of divorced women in India is around 9,10,000. Of this, 5.2% or at least 47,202 women are under depression. The NMHS also states that 1% of the women are under the risk of suicide, which means that at least 9,100 women face this trauma at some point in their lives.

Considering the above numbers, at least around 56,000 women in India require treatment for depression resulting from divorce. The NMHS reveals that the cost of treatment for depression per individual is at least Rs. 1250 for one month, and it needs to be treated over a minimum period of 6 months. Therefore, the cost of treating depression per woman is around Rs. 7,500. The average annual Indian per capita income is Rs. 74,290; in which case, 10% of the annual income would go towards treatment. In several cases, such women might not be earning members and there might be only one breadwinner in a family of at least three members. How affordable is treatment in this case?
The government provides for abandoned women through a fund under the National Social Assistance Scheme. However, the accessibility of these funds is a million dollar question, since most women don’t have the resources or energy to prove the abandonment in courts. This raises a significant doubt – on whether courts are the supreme judges when it comes to a problem between a husband and a wife. How can an institution determine the truth of what has transpired between a couple inside a house? Or inside a bedroom? Circumstantial evidence might as well be reactive evidence, and there is no way to prove any provocation or action behind such a reaction. What, then, is the point of putting both parties through the trauma of contesting a case, the process of which itself is stress-inducing? None whatsoever.

Probably the best way to deal with such cases of abandonment and divorce is mediation outside the court atmosphere with the presence of both parties and an unbiased counsellor, with family members if required. There is a fair distribution of institutions which offer social work as a course for students, and the cream among these students could be well-employed through providing such services. Until reconciliation or amicable parting of ways, such repeated counselling sessions could save thousands of women from depression, and could also divert them into more lucrative areas such as taking up a job or setting up a business. Cost of treatment is one of the major reasons for not taking it up, and such counselling could well be the path towards preventing or at least mitigating long term effects of depression on women, and even suicides.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017


A number of people have shared a variety of experiences with me about their delivery and the process of labour. The truth is that how many ever experiences we hear out, each labour is unique, special, and shakes every mother up like nothing else does. Every record of delivery is hazy and vague, because it is true that the pain is a blur, especially after the child is born. In reality, the postnatal period is more challenging, nerve wracking, tiring, sleep deprived, but beautiful. Beautiful as the baby grows. More beautiful as we learn the significance of every move of the baby. Every pain, small or big, seems to fade as we look at the tiny round face. One thing is for sure - no lady will go through this for anyone else other than her child. By the time every mother crosses 40 days after delivery in one shape, she is ready to even go through one more round of delivery. 

Having said that, I personally feel that the baby puts in more effort and goes through much more, right from conception up until he/she is ready to face the world. Right from adjusting in the tiny space inside the womb, putting effort to come out through a tiny hole, trying to adjust to a different temperature, atmosphere and environment as soon as he/she is born, learning to suck, learning to cry, learning to play, learning to see, learning to hear, learning to smell, learning to pee, adjusting to the people around him/her, getting over the shock of bathing for the first time....I can keep going. The message here is that the baby goes through as much as, or probably more than the mother. However, I don't remember that process, and neither can I ask my baby about it because he probably won't remember it either. Digressing a little, how wonderful would it be if adults could forget things as easily as babies!

Anyway - In this article, I give a note of my experience as a mother who underwent labour. This will contain the raw, plain details of what actually the mother goes through. 

My experience was slightly different. During the ante-natal period, I hardly vomited, went through rounds of hyperacidity, and started having mild contractions since two months before delivery. I slept like a log every day, hardly helped out at home and went around like a zombie in a sleepy state. Ten days before I delivered, the contractions started getting more sharp and frequent, and I became a short-tempered shrew. I started snapping at everyone within speaking range and only my mother could manage the mood swings resulting from undergoing the pain and hormonal change. 3 days before delivery, my water broke. We rushed to the hospital. After a vaginal examination, the duty doctor declared that this was only a case of liquid discharge due to a probable small tear near the top of the uterus. I was scared, but took the risk of coming back home. I went back the very next day for a consultation, and the doctor with whom I was consulting (Dr. Uma Ram) checked me. During the course of a day's gap, I had actually lost some amniotic fluid. She asked me to get admitted immediately, and told me that she would induce labour. The process started on Thursday night. The first time labour was induced, I started getting contractions - but they subsided after a while. On Friday, a second attempt was made, and this pattern repeated. My hope started wavering, but Dr. Uma Ram examined my fluid levels once more, and they had miraculously increased, allowing for pain induction for the third time. The resulting contractions seemed strong, but irregular. "You aren't getting enough pain", said the nurses, whereas I felt like a truck was rolling over me again and again. Finally, on Saturday morning, Dr. Uma Ram unleashed the final attempt at induction. Meanwhile, the loss of fluid was happening intermittently. I swallowed my fear about the welfare of the baby without enough fluid, and the nurses also helped by checking my baby's hearbeat from time to time - this was literally the only thing making me hold up. My mother stood next to me like a rock, and looking at her face, I saw how much it cost her to see her daughter go through so much pain. Seeing that, I decided that I would not make a single sound, and carried of labour without shouting even once. I resorted to taking deep breaths as suggested by the doctors, and found to my amazement that it helps to no end. I had also attended pregnancy yoga classes, which helped me relax. Thanks to my instructor, Mrs. Lakshmi, for helping me out. 

On Saturday, once I was shifted to the labour room, I made my mother do what very few mothers could have done. She watched the entire process of delivery, and it is no mean feat. She was focused entirely on my delivery, and gave me the best moral and physical support that anyone can get. My sister (studying in the UK), who was facing her most important exams at that time, swallowed all her worry and tension about my delivery to offer words of encouragement alone, and compromised on the moral support from my mother at this important juncture. The last leg of pain induction began at 6.30 am on Saturday morning, and the effect was instantaneous. The pain was blinding and unbearable - as if a thousand hands were forcibly contracting my back, abdomen and legs. But I was still not dilating enough. My contractions were still being labelled "mild", at least according to the machine which was monitoring them. Amidst all this, the induction had started affecting my baby's heartbeat. It was withdrawn and replaced again, and in this gap, I placed all my trust on the doctors and my positive thinking even though this news made me extremely anxious. By the end of mid morning, all doctors had started giving up hope about normal delivery and were contemplating a C-section. But I refused to give up. It went on like this, when Dr. Uma Ram walked in and said that the pain was unique to every mother and that I should alert them immediately if I felt that the contractions were unbearable. I told her that I would wait for some more time, and by this time, over those two days, I was sick of the necessary but uncomfortable intrusions which were the vaginal examinations - they happened over ten times. I knew that these were necessary for a normal delivery, but they were difficult! The last but one examination revealed a huge difference - I had dilated 3 cm! By this time, I had asked for an epidural to manage the pain. My mother watched every single thing without batting an eyelid, but I recognised how difficult it was for her. At 3 pm, the last examination happened. The doctor told me something that excited me to no end - that she could see the baby's hair!

The next hour was a blur. I was taught how to push, and Dr. Uma walked in with a victorious smile, because she was confident that I would achieve a normal delivery even when my hopes started sliding. My mother held my head like a baby's , while I pushed with all my effort. Dr. Uma started uttering words of encouragement, and in half an hour, my baby was out! After pulling him out, she said "It's a boy" and placed the little one on my chest. He gave a tiny cry which was the best music to my ears, and in that moment, all the happiness we had lost when my dad passed away due to a heart attack in January 2016 seemed to come back in one stroke. In that second, my baby looked exactly like my dad and the happiness and contentment on seeing this was exquisite. My sister in the UK saw him first, and he gave a little smile which made all this - delivery, labour, pain induction, water breaking, etc. etc., - all worth it.

Thank you, Seethapathy Clinic and Hospital, Unit - II. Thank you to the very able team of doctors, sisters and anaesthesists. And welcome, Hrudhaiy. I hope I can help you handle the world as it is today, because even I find that difficult. Delivery seems easier! :D

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Popular misconceptions which Tamil cinema has given us

“Kalyana Maalai” is an interesting series of debates which discusses social issues which have infested the society. This particular episode drove a clear point on why Tamil cinema has become an illusionary space. In this speech, the orator was quite indignant about repeated representations in movies that there is always a hero to the rescue to bash up villains, save the heroine, take up her goal as his own, and basically risk his life for her. This is not what happens in real life – but young, na├»ve girls with rose-tinted glasses place their trust in one of the common men they fall in love with, when only 1 in 100 of who have the kind of commitment showed in such scenes. There is no clear distinction between cinema and real life. In those times, cinema was strictly fictitious with dance, drama, historical stories, and that kind of fare. Following that, movies like Salangai Oli, Sankarabharanam and Mouna Raagam showed the harsh realities of life. But now, cinema seems to have mixed reality with fiction to deliver a product which constantly traverses boundaries just when we marvel at the truth of the scenes showed onscreen.

A link to the speech is provided here:

This makes us wonder on the number of misconceptions which Tamil cinema has offered, and the number of minds polluted by such false beliefs. The line between childhood and adulthood seems to have blurred when it comes to visual content, and just being 18 years old doesn’t provide the licence to watch adult cinema with copious amounts of violence, sex, disturbing scenes or bloodshe-d. Cinema equally influences children and adults. All of them are exposed to a very small word within office and home. Social gatherings are either thin on the ground or under the influence of alcohol; therefore, pointers for social etiquette are picked up from this medium, since there is no real life example to emulate. Here are a few of those ideas, which the society is rapidly picking up but is showing no signs of shedding:

1)      A girl must deny being in love with a guy even though she likes him (Raja Rani)

This is a typical trait which every heroine (at least those in South Indian movies) must possess. Even though she likes the hero, she has to make him follow her around for ages before she admits to being in love with him too. (After which, of course the guy can relax and take her for granted).

2)      The heroine must fall in love with the hero (Oru Kal Oru Kannadi)

 This is borderline harassment – the hero, with no kind of background, qualification, earning, or behaviour chases the heroine until she is forced to love him through threats and humiliation. The poor girl must finally give in to save a life, leave her home and parents or convince her educated parents to accept him as her husband, and after marriage, work both at office and at home (wearing only sarees) because the hero is too busy being a man and not doing anything with his life (this was not shown in the movie but would have probably been part of the sequel).

3) The heroine keeps smiling as the hero flirts and dances with multiple girls

Be it Suriya in S3, Vijay in Bairavaa, or Prabhas in Baahubali, they are free to dance around with girls and even flirt “harmlessly” with random girls while the heroine watches on without a trace of possessiveness or jealousy. She keeps smiling and waiting for the hero to come home and show displays of affection in spite of the boiling lava pit of anger in her stomach which the hero laughs off calling her a “silly girl”.

4) The only identity of the heroine is that she is the lover (or wife) of the hero

Read “Kabaali”. The heroine is an independent woman, who abandons her family to live with Kabaali who in turn abandons her when she is pregnant (which is not justified, whatever may have been the given circumstances). The heroine in turn gives birth to a baby with a bullet inside her and survives after that to wait 25 years as a servant and helper until her husband returns. She then tells the villain that she is “Kabaali oda pondaati”(Kabaali’s wife) in the climax scene. Imagine the girl’s potential if she weren’t just someone’s wife.

5) Hero saves heroine from rape even though he doesn’t know where she is until the last minute (Pokiri)

The hero has a sixth sense or intuition which leads him to save the heroine from being raped/molested just before she turns victim. Ladies, NO ONE is going to save us in real life except half an hour of exercise everyday (so that we can run fast) and pepper spray in our bags.

6) Smile remains unfazed on hero’s face even though heroine’s father displays cold behaviour (Theri)

The heroine’s father remains mute throughout the movie, expressing no opinion on his daughter’s marriage but remaining cold towards the hero, who patiently tolerates him and keeps smiling. But that’s probably why the father didn’t appear in the movie at all even when his daughter died. Ha. Who can cold-shoulder his/her groom in South India and get away with it?

These are just a few examples. The reality of life is that none of these scenes is what happens in everyday lives. But movies play a large role in influencing people, especially youngsters, in terms of behaviour, habits and sometimes even decisions. It is probably time to start thinking about more responsible cinema, and learn from some of the more practical movies like “Papanasam”, “Pink”, and “Dangal”. It is important to educate the audience that normal people do get caught in crime rackets, girls do get objectified and molested and have nobody to help them, and that sometimes parents do impose their dreams on children because in a few cases, they know what’s best for their children. One rule cannot be applied to all. One movie doesn’t depict life.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Links to my work on external forums

Under the name "Neharika Rajagopalan", I write several articles on public and external forums other than my blog, including The Hindu and The Deccan Herald. Have a look at the links referred below to access these articles! (I will keep updating the page as articles appear on such forums).

1) Places of Worship or Banks? : The Aftermath of Demonetisation in India (Warwick Economics Exchange blog)

2) The dynamics of universal basic income (Business Line on Campus)

3) Why a play school like KCIT is the need of the hour for children of this era (Facebook page, Kids Campus International, Triplicane)

4) Rupee: Show of strength (Business Line)

5) A wake up call for the education sector (Business Line on Campus)

6) Dear Sasikala: Please Hear What Tamilians Expect From the New TN Government (The Better India; opinion as a common citizen)

7) How Arranged Marriages Work (The We are Tambrahm blog)

8) The Iyengar Vocabulary (The We are Tambrahm blog)

9) Incubators and Corporate Social Responsibility in India (Sattva)

10) Green Mechanisms for Sustainable Development (AP Vision 2029 - Swarnandhra; Co-Author)

11) More than just a dream (The Hindu and University of Warwick)

12) The Warwick Economics Research Lounge Blog

13) Website Editor-in-Chief, Warwick Economics Exchange & Dissertation Colloquium (2012-13)

14) Indian flavour abroad (The Sunday Herald)

15) A summer in snow (The Sunday Herald)

16) Battling the heat - the science way (Education Plus)

17) Marina Musings: Bajjis on the Beach (The Hindu, Internet version; Co-author)

18) Jottings from a daily diary (Metro Plus; Co-author)

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

When love stories became fables

Recent news has revealed that reasons for separation have shifted dramatically from infidelity to filthy reasons like "lack of tolerance", "not enough money", or "it didn't work out". It is utterly shocking to see such reasons - I recently came across a case where a husband wants to divorce a wife because she ate chicken after visiting the temple! (One more reason he stated was that she fought with him because he didn't take her out for ice cream). In such an era, it is extremely gratifying to come across stories of commitment which make us believe in the strength of true love. In this write-up, I present a few stories which I personally came across in different walks of life which reinstate our belief in the Indian institution of marriage.

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Tale 1: Until death did them apart

A bank manager with a plump figure works endlessly, with a smile on her face always. At times, she does lose patience and snipe a little. But very little. I have been associated with her for the past one year. When I met her just a few days ago, she was laughing and talking jovially with everyone. During the course of our conversation, she told me that her husband had passed away just three months ago, without anyone expecting it. She told me that he had been ailing for 17 years, but the death was supposed to be slow deterioration, and therefore was a shock to everyone. She doesn't have children because of her husband's health condition. She lived with him despite all that, treated him without her smile vanishing one single time, cooked his favourite things for him everyday before coming to the bank, supported him financially and co-habited with her in-laws. She continues to stay with her in-laws for now, and says "I have to live alone now. What to do? I will prepare myself". She smiles merrily, but I saw the pain of her loss in her eyes. When we see all this, we think "To hell with the stupid clause in the marriage act that the presence of a disease is a reason for divorce!"

Tale 2: Reliving a bitter past everyday

I know of a couple who got married in very troubled circumstances. They were not intended to be married at all! The bride was slated to marry another guy, whom the police whisked away in the last minute because he had already made another girl pregnant. Our guy here was pleaded by elders to marry the bride, lest she stood alone without being able to get married at all in the future. The guy did not ask the bride for her consent, and neither did the bride open her mouth in that occasion. Thirty years later, the woman still blames her husband for marrying her without asking and forcing her to live a middle class life which she never wanted. The man maintains that he did a favour to her by saving her from an embarrassing situation. They relive this bitter incident everyday and fight every minute of the day. But at the end of the day, they're still together. If she is unwell, he takes over the cooking, shopping and administration. If he feels down, she makes the best dishes she can to cheer him up. They never let each other down. Where in the world now has the word "mental cruelty" come into the picture for initiating a divorce? 

Tale 3: In sickness and in health

I heard of a young couple living in the US who got married just a few years ago. The girl got affected by some neurological problem, which made her hysterical, difficult to deal with, and also incapable of consummation of the marriage. The husband didn't get wary of her shivering, or her mood swings, or wasn't bothered one bit that he couldn't consummate. He took her to the best doctors he knew, put her on tablets, took care of her like his own child and treated her for two years non-stop. They're now living happily together. Where now, are the clauses "lack of consummation", or "neurological/mental disease" which are valid reasons for divorce, according to the so-called "law"?

I know many other such tales, all similar in nature to the above three. None of the clauses for divorce or separation in legal terms is valid to separate two people really in love. No person can come between two people who really want to live together. Such tales which I see in everyday life inspire me to no end. When I saw these people, I realised the true meaning of commitment - thousands may play villian, hundreds of reasons may lead to differences, words may lead to havoc, the couple might be staying away from each other, or even be divorced. But real commitment is truly loving each other no matter what comes between them, and holding that last shred of hope, lasting memories, and living on with the sweetest of moments which led to their love in the first place. If those moments weigh more than all the unpleasantness even if the former is visibly lesser than the latter, it is true love. It is not being able to find a reason to hate the person we loved so intensely at some point. Even if there are a thousand reasons for separation, true love is finding at least one reason to hold on. And true love is, after realising all this, letting go of the other person if he or she has somehow lost that last shred of hope, all those memories, and has exhausted every reason to stay back.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Ahoy, Pregnancy!

To all the blushing brides who have become blushing moms-to-be, congratulations!

*Celebration dance*

Once we get beyond the happy realisation and the unbelievable feeling of wonder at hosting another life, the reality sets in – which is both overwhelming and a little scary. To all grandmothers and mothers who have sailed through the period without as much as a little fuss, hats off! I remember talking to my grandmother and asking her how she dealt with it. She said, “I was doing house work as usual, then realised that my water broke, and went to the nursing home. Before the nurses could get their equipment ready, the baby was born”.

Sigh. I just wish it was as easy as they said it in this era, both mentally and physically.

Stage 1: Mouth popping at the realisation

After the “Oh my goodness! My period is delayed”, stage, the first reaction is disbelief. Every single day is filled with voices in the head saying, “Okay, I am going to get my period today”, and the visits to the bathroom only to find, with a mingled feeling of happiness (if you want the baby), nervousness and excitement.

Stage 2: The first trimester

The first visit to the gynaecologist is quite a unique experience, and the sight of round bellied women and some mothers clutching new born babies with raw, pink faces to their bosoms causes a shiver of anticipation coupled with a warm feeling. I have to say that the number of husbands accompanying their wives to every doctor visit has indeed increased in this era – which is a gratifying development. Unless you are a very strong person, the presence of your life partner during this stage is a definite bonus – like a confirmation that your partner will be a participant in the child’s life throughout, instead of saying “Women are best at raising children, we should leave it to them”. Hmph. Then why do you even call yourself a father? Just earning money is not a contribution to raise the child – sharing responsibilities, showering care on the wife and child are necessary aspects of a happy and healthy pregnancy. Some other men are wimps – “I can’t handle seeing her suffer/in pain”. Well, men, just learn to do it – you can’t send somebody else in your place to face this period with your wife, can you? In some cases, mothers accompany their daughters, but I feel sorry for them. They look so tired and exhausted, but neither party has a choice since the pregnant woman needs the best support she can get – which is obviously from her mother, who understands her inside out. Even if the life partner is present, mothers are the best source of comfort at this stage.

Stage 3: The second trimester

This is the stage where we notice a definite bulge in the stomach – and walk around flaunting it happily, with some people thinking that we just maintain our figure badly, and other, more experienced pookaara ammas and paatis realising that it is because of a “visesham”. How they can understand this from one look at the face of the pregnant woman is just a mystery to me. My helper, for instance, spotted the pregnancy symptoms in just 27 days. Coupled with this are the usual symptoms of nausea (ugh, ugh, ugh), heartburn (which makes us want to yell in frustration as we brush our teeth every morning and almost feel the raw red flesh from the chest all the way to the stomach), and sleepiness (“Yeah, you were sayin-zzzzzzzzz”). We can’t sleep on our stomach, and neither can we lift weights. Yes, we feel quite like the damsel in distress. Towards the end of the second trimester, one of the best parts comes in – we can feel movements inside our tummy! Kicks, punches, grabbing, pushing, and what not. But, the baby is shrewd enough to stop kicking whenever someone else places a hand on the mother’s stomach. Movements in this time are reserved specially only for the mother – so enjoy them as much as possible! Also, we can no longer lie down straight on our backs as well, unless we need to be overcome by bouts of breathlessness and an uncomfortable feeling in our stomachs. Leg cramps, aches from sleeping on one side, and small flutters of fear of delivery start setting in. Then there are, of course the mood swings. Sometimes, the very sound of somebody calling for you can even be irritating – when we are in a half-drowsy, half-grumpy state. There is also a curiosity about the gender of the baby – not that it matters, but there is a burning desire to know when the doctor shows us the baby moving his/her little hands and legs in the scan. Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God soooooo cute.

Stage 4: Final Trimester

Well, I haven’t reached it yet, but the early signs are sure starting! That suffocating feeling in your sleep when we realise we have to go through the pain which is touted to be the highest ever in a lifetime, like bones breaking, and worse than cancer? I think social media websites should really stop sharing posts like this:

We know, we know. Please don’t rub it in! It is a natural process which every mother chooses to undergo. Why create so much hype around something which millions of women have undergone over eons, which in turn creates an unnecessary fear in the minds of mothers-to-be in this era? As Dumbledore says in the Harry Potter series, “Fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself”. Of course it is not to be taken lightly. There should be almost zero stress in the mother’s mind and tons of support from her family – both her mother’s family and her in-laws. One has to be very sensitive with the emotions of a pregnant woman (thanks to the hormones playing havoc inside her) and give her as much company as possible. This should help her get through the delivery – that is always something to hold on to – the knowledge that the ones we love are there for us! Plus, times have changed. Doctors perform miracles and there is always the C-section if there is no choice left. Instead of sharing posts like the above and scaring the woman, just be as supportive as possible! Also, my aim in life is to never share this labour pain with my child unless absolutely necessary – all mothers have to compulsorily go through this natural process, and most of them willingly do it to get the child, and of course that creates copious amounts of affection on the child. But telling the child that we had to go through so much pain to deliver him/her is just like a business deal, like we expect something from the child just because we have delivered him/her! Mentioning it to a daughter to prepare her or to a son to help him be supportive of his spouse is what is required from our end. Like Sadhguru of Isha Yoga says, we are only the media for the child to reach this world, not the source. Anyway, lots of time left for that, and let’s see if I can live up to my aim.

Having said all that, here is a message to all moms-to-be out there: Relax, breathe, and enjoy the pregnancy. Even the pain. It is not that easy to bring a life to this world, and once we have chosen to do that, we have to go through all the natural processes which our body takes us through. Of course, the mood swings, mind monsters and hormones need to be handled with the support of the surrounding environment and people. It is important to enjoy life to the maximum in this period, and take one day at a time. As our grandmothers say, it will all probably be worth it when we see the baby’s face.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Obata Stutiyi, Sri Lanka!

Bleary-eyed from our all-night journey, we crashed into bed as soon as we reached our hovel for the week – Cinnamon Bey, Beruwala. Salty air wafted across our faces, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted us in the wee hours of the morning. We checked into our high-ceilinged, wood-panelled room with the backyard open to the sea. A few hours later, breakfast greeted us with a medley of foods – continental, regional, Indian, and, of course, Sri Lankan. The island country has a charm of its own, and, for Indians, feels like an infusion of Kerala and Tamilnadu, with the sweet sound of Sinhalese in the atmosphere.

A spot of local shopping awaited us on our first day there, and we encountered quaint shops, with row after row of souvenirs, clothes, jewellery and food, throwing up vibrant colours which is a treat for the eyes. The next day saw us hit the road to Colombo, a city which is a cross between regional flavour on one side and more urbane life on the other. Chain stores, food joints, and other elements of a typical market furnish one part of the city, while the other part beckons us invitingly with lush green fields. Perhaps the most breathtaking of what the city has to offer is the area around the Parliament building, its most charming feature being the calm, rippling body of water (the Diyawanna lake) surrounding it. The Asokaramaya Buddhist temple is a magnificent monument, with regal statues of Buddha which grace the main hall. A small but awe-inspiring temple, there is something about this place which emanates an infinite calm. A delightful inclusion in our day trip to Colombo was a visit to the Rio Ice Cream Parlour located on the sea shore, with a delicious collection of over fifty flavours and combinations. The ice cream was a treat for our taste buds and was the perfect end to our tiring, but eventful day.

The highlight of our trip was the journey to Nuwara Eliya, the place which is believed to be where Goddess Sita was held captive by Raavan. Changing landscapes zipped past as we traversed plains to reach the mountains, where a pleasant silence filled our ears, interrupted only by the chirping of birds and the sounds of occasional vehicles passing by. Accompanying us was a driver who spoke Sri Lankan Tamil, which was a welcome change to the Tamil which our ears were accustomed to. We ascended the mountain slowly, stopping at a quaint little restaurant for tea. Hotels were characterised by large steeples and towers, nestled amongst eucalyptus trees and fading slowly in and out of sight amongst the speeding clouds. We finally reached Seetha Eliya, a quiet little temple with shrines of Lord Rama, Goddess Seetha and Lakshman, and also Hanuman. It was raining softly, and through the curtain of raindrops, we saw the dents in the rock behind the temple, believed to be the footprints of Lord Hanuman when he landed to see Goddess Seetha for the first time. We watched, enraptured, as rain filled the cavity caused by those footprints, beyond which there were endless trees and silence. There is not much else to see in this town, unless you count the beautiful scenery and the peace of mind which is attained on visiting this temple. Another long, winding journey back later, we were ready for a day full of rest and toying around in the swimming pool in our resort, which overlooked the sea. 

Our last trip was to Galle and Mathara, both of which are laid back little towns with gaiety and a lot of activity by the beach. Mathara is the southern tip of Sri Lanka, and is no different from other towns, except for maybe the more treacherous sea and a number of snack shops dotting the sea shore. The highlight of this town is a swaying bridge which leads to a small Buddha Temple, where a constant, pleasant spray of water gently caresses our faces as we stand there. Galle is home to one of the most beautiful stone forts we had ever seen, which looks down on the town and is an ideal place to unwind, with breeze from different directions creating a cool and pleasant atmosphere on the top of the fort.

The last part of our trip was a small boating expedition on the Bentota River, which is habituated by a number of species like crocodiles, snakes and birds. At one point, we met an old, regal man sitting on a small wooden jetty, stroking a baby crocodile on his shoulder. The creature was as cute as it was also menacing, when it opened its mouth to reveal pointy, but not sharp teeth. On the very same day, after a sumptuous lunch at Kandoori, the only Indian restaurant at Beruwala, we headed back to Colombo. We boarded the return flight from Colombo to India on the same day, with a lot of memories to remember and nurture, and also lessons on almost impeccable waste management, which was obvious from the minimal litter on the roads of Sri Lanka. The most important lesson was to learn, from our experience, that it is important to embrace the beauty of cultures across the world while attempting to preserve our own. Every town, every place, and every person we meet has a lesson to teach us, and by incorporating the positive aspects of any culture into our own, we only enrich it, and do not embellish it.