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The town of Rameshwaram, Tamil Nadu. An inexpensive but colorful and neat little hotel at the outskirts of the town.
People from Kerala are probably some of the neatest in all of India – they are personally clean and neat looking, and they keep their environment clean. Even the poorest Keralites are sensitive to cleanliness.
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The man and his boat - a view from the pamban bridge, Rameshwaram. #boat #boatsman #rameshwaram #sea #pamban #pambanbridge #bayofbengal #nikon #nikond7500
Over The Train ! 😍
Golden Rock (GOC) WDM-3A(R) #16850 in lead 16780 Rameshwaram - Tirupati Express (Meenakshi Express) is slowly passing through Pamban Railway Station towards the iconic Pamban Bridge.(SR)
Dhanushkodi is located on the tip of Pamban island separated by mainland by Palk strait. It shares the only land border between India and Sri Lanka, which is one of the smallest in the world at 45 metres (148 ft) in length on a shoal in Palk Strait.
The area around Rameswaram is prone to high-intensity cyclones and storms. A scientific study conducted by the Geological Survey of India indicated that the southern part of Dhanushkodi facing the Gulf of Mannar sank by almost 5 metres (16 ft) in 1948 and 1949, due to vertical tectonic movement of land parallel to the coastline. As a result of this, a patch of land of about 0.5 kilometres (0.31 mi) in width, stretching 7 kilometres (4.3 mi) from north to south, submerged in the sea.
On 17 December 1964, a depression formed at 5°N 93°E in the South Andaman Sea. On 19 December, it intensified into a cyclonic storm. After 21 December 1964, it moved westwards, almost in a straight line, at the rate of 400 to 550 kilometres (250 to 340 mi) per day. On 22 December, it crossed Vavunia in Sri Lanka and made landfall at Dhanushkodi on the night of 22–23 December 1964. Estimated wind velocity was 280 kilometres per hour (170 mph) and tidal waves were 7 metres (23 ft) high.
An estimated 1,800 people died in the cyclonic storm on 22 December including 115 passengers on board the Pamban-Dhanushkodi passenger train. The entire town was marooned and the Government of Madras declared Dhanushkodi as Ghost town, unfit for living.
In December 2004, the sea around Dhanushkodi receded about 500 metres (1,600 ft) from the coastline, exposing the submerged part of the town for a while followed by massive tsunami waves that struck the coast.
About 5000 houses and 700 fishing boats were destroyed in the Jaffna district of Ceylon. The district's paddy crop was also destroyed.
More than 3000 people, many of them tourists and pilgrims, were stranded on the island. The total damage to property was estimated at $150 million.
On December 23, an estimated 7.6 m (25 ft) storm surge struck the town of Dhanuskodi on the south-eastern edge of the island, submerging the town and overturning the Pamban-Dhanuskodi passenger train killing all 150 passengers on board. The town, an important transit point between India and Ceylon, was completely destroyed and has not been rebuilt since. Prior to the cyclone, the town had been an important commercial centre with a railway station, a customs office, post and telegraphs office, two medical institutions, one railway hospital, a panchayat union dispensary, a higher elementary school and port offices. A port had been functioning since 1 March 1914. At least 800 people were killed in Dhanushkodi alone.
Four radio operators remained in Dhanuskodi and risked their lives to continue broadcasting during the storm. They were ultimately caught up in the storm surge but survived by clinging to the Pamban Bridge for 12 hours. The government later honored and rewarded them for their dedication.
source: Wikipedia
A couple takes their kid for a walk in the longest corridor of the world in Rameshwaram temple of Tamilnadu, India. The corridor measures 690 feet in length !!
குன்றுபோல் தோளு டைய
குணமிலா அரக்கர் தம்மைக்
கொன்றுபோ ராழி யம்மால்
வேட்கையாற் செய்த கோயில்
நன்றுபோல் நெஞ்ச மேநீ
நன்மையை அறிதி யாயிற்
சென்றுநீ தொழுதுய் கண்டாய்
திருஇரா மேச்சு ரமே !!!
அப்பர் தேவாரம் 591
Village view and rameswaram sea,Tamil Nadu,India.
Rameshwaram :
Rameshwaram may be better known a as temple town courtesy its connection with the epic Ramayana.When you come into this little town, you realise that it blends leisure, history, culture and spirituality seamlessly to give you an experience like no other.
One of the Longest Running train in diesel locomotive end to End 3192 km
16733 Rameshwaram - Okha express with ED WDM3D 11222
Location : Melpatti
ED WDG-3A 13494 skipping Cavalry Barracks with 16734 Okha - Rameswaram weekly express, now in Utkrisht avatar...
Related video link : youtu.be/bhpjH6Wbw4M
ED WDM-3D 11106 cruising through mainline of Cavalry Barracks with 16734 Okha - Rameshwaram Express...
Brahminy kite In Flight Shot at Rameshwaram, Dhanushkodi TamilNadu India.
Commonly Known locally as Garuda
Location - Coimbatore, Tamilnadu.
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The SR train, red coach indication boards and yellow destination boards, their resemblance. Here, Coimbatore - Rameshwaram Express reversing from pit line to platform ...
A very narrow bridge rusted by the sea breeze connecting the mainland to a small island….no visible place to step aside if you see an engine behind pumping smoke and demanding the only space you hold….may be you need to run, but its not a running track….you miss a step, you may end up on the hands of the rescue team pulling you half dead or just a bloated remain.
Still ….life kicks….keep walking…you hope nothing happens….thats life! .. that the essense of life....and you dont need President Obama to tell that....thats what makes us wake up every day...thinking its gonna get better!!! Have a nice day!
If a woman supports, every man can pull the Sea to the Shore :)
Ariyaman Beach, Madurai - Rameshwaram Highway, Near Mandapam, Tamilnadu
Town
His home was called 'Silks' , such as written on the wall,
dozing waiting for the street-light to go out ...
I walked the damp temple cloisters
knowing the sounds: where the elephant’s chain
beat its hopeless rhythm on flag stones
and where voices of entrance hawkers echoed;
and where there was no sound
at all.
But then, what could I do there, write about it?
Draw it? Would that have given me a reason
for being there? Why was it so difficult
just to be still and silent? My mind’s eye
avoided an unforgiving mirror:
a void I might fall into. Just like
the wind through fir trees
when I was six.
Do people pray
to make a noise
to avoid that falling?
There was a sadhu, chubby with long matted
hair, wearing a toga of saffron shiny silk
and Shiva beads. Most sadhus frightened me;
but he sat and moved like a baby,
his eyes active, clear sighted. His face transparent.
I was so struck, I sat and stared at him,
not needing to talk, feeling he could see
whatever I was. He didn’t belong
to my world. I’d blundered into his.
He asked what I wanted.
I had no answer - it could
only be the truth and what
was the truth, about anything?
I muttered “I don’t know”. He laughed,
seeing me as a stammering idiot.
A stiff grinning Colonel Blimp. On that,
he left me to it, lumbered over
to a hand-cart and lay down,
legs apart, arm swinging,
like a small child.
So I was a joke. But no – that void
was mine. It’s me, I. And he
was just another
annoying
cleric.
Farnham May 2024 from my 1972 travel journal