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My Pal - Manipal

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You ought to savour  this extra dosage of "Manipal" from my every cell of memoir. Evidently, a very  wink before a sleep, connects my nerve cells to those photographic memory of a Manipal street that brought me up for years. Unending noise on that street seemed music to ears, an unpleasant odour, specially the open road side fish market was part of the routine. A typical scenario of the late 90's. A stretch of a kilo metre that exclusively presented odours of the- hospital stuff, masala dosa, fish curry, or the dust swayed by zooming local buses. 
A Bus and a bus stop:- Roads, full of bikes, autos and those road runner busses. A shrill whistle  by that nasty bus conductor as the bus pulled off the station happened every other second. The bus-stops predominantly share a intricate history, meant for the  stray dogs and cows for gods sake. "Who would ever wait in there?" was the fashion. What a shame it was if guys scattered not on road for a bus but in the bus stop! Few groups/pairs of people seen assembled around the place as if, for a champagne party, were true signs they actually waited for a bus. Velocity of an approaching bus, could often confuse one about the timings and placing of its halt. Vivid types of, sized and coloured buses decorated the local town. The typical Madhuri Dixit in Yash Chopra films running through greens with hands wide open is precisely the style how conductor wafts out of the bus...singing his plastic whistle. At times an silent audience can note gravity observations, if the bus almost collapsed on one side of it, or was just ready to take off in the sky. Buses zooming on the street at super sonic speed and few careless walkers at lesser than the "2G" speed confused each other of their destiny. An mindlessly walking pedestrian would thoroughly be threatened by the  noisily zooming bus, to run over him!
Healthy street is what you must call it...At very step you find either a pharmacy store or a restaurant. Occasionally  a supermarket showed a presence promising you of domestic needs too. Manipal Drug House, Manipal Stores, Manipal Canteen, that's how all these were named. An newly opened Manipal Studio or Manipal supermarket adds on. If this sounds so synchronous to you, for me it adds an touch of home.

Main street of Manipal bubbled more with young generation. The stretch between the medical college and the engineering college collided with young students. One side saw multi coloured jeans and T's other side came less coloured, hair well done one with white coats on! The ones with heavy  books in their arms and  were those with white coats and, the other side matched them loaded with big wooden rectangular boards (used for engineering drawing) or monstrous sized measuring scales tucked under their arms.  The scanty population in the crowd were often the uncles and aunts. A few were either teachers or some of them managing the banks there. Manipal streets did not commonly see families walking together except for temple, park or residential colonial area. The major crowd that filled the streets almost 24X7 were the whole set of people/patients of all ages, visiting the main hospital. People from the neighbouring states poured in, paying religious visits here, owing to the technology that popularised the Manipal hospital.
Reminds me of my grandfather tales. As he was engrossed in priestly activities in a temple few kilo metres away from Manipal town, how his friend in his "Munna Bhai MBBS" outfit, with his rifle, actually hunted tigers in the jungles of Manipal in "his" times. Perhaps in the 60's is what we are talking of or little before that too. And the popular "Tiger Circle" was that area christened so with it's history of finding the tigers commonly. Our present scene of the 90's often saw hyena's, foxes or wild monkeys from the leftover existent bunch of trees.

My words building that image formation in your mind apparently, is what precisely am trying to narrate. That busy Manipal street, that my eyes saw in my growing years, has grown too now and changed in shape and looks. But I bet, someone tell me those buses have mended their ways or used the bus stations at least once a day! Now it hardly means the buses are not a great experience. They are a part of best adventures for one, in Manipal. A good pal that promise your every visit around the town on or before time!
Every visit to this place today, loads these scenes onto my memory though my eyes view the newer scenes of newer Manipal. My pal.

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  1. Typical Indian street memories!!

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  2. I have never been to Manipal.But,through your blog posts I can almost find my way through should need arise.

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  3. I was in Manipal for my son in 2006. The Mangalore to Manipal drive was beautiful and so was the beach near Manipal. I am forgetting the name.

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    1. There are quite number of beaches- The entire coast has several points including two light house points like "kaup" and "Surathkal".

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  4. Manipal
    ..wow ...feels like I just visited that place through your post...splendid

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    1. Replying to an comment two years later is a crime and I commit it.

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