Life – Simple but Complex – Episode 3
Maruthamala and Walayar – Part 1
(Translation of the article published on 2026 July 6 in Taniniram daily)
The experiences we
encounter during our journeys are remarkably diverse. The narrow-mindedness
that ordinary people often face while trying to move forward in life, and the
overwhelming kindness that strangers sometimes extend, remind us that everyone
has a story to tell—sometimes simple, sometimes complex.
My journey to
Coimbatore was one such story.
I reached the railway
station late at night and booked an auto through the Uber app. The driver asked
me what fare the app showed. I told him it was ₹90.
"Then you have to
pay me ₹135," he said.
At eleven o'clock at
night, I did not feel like refusing such a request. My only concern was to
reach my accommodation, get a room, and have a good night's sleep. So, without
any argument, I agreed.
Thus, I reached the
Tamil Nadu Government Circuit House in the Coimbatore Military Area. Although
the main gate was open, the reception door was locked from inside because the
receptionist was asleep. I called him on his mobile phone. After a while, a staff
member came downstairs and opened the door. After making an entry in the
register, I was allotted a room. It was clean and comfortable. I settled in and
quickly fell asleep.
My plan was to wake up
early the next morning, take a bath, and visit Maruthamala.
The receptionist
informed me that six IAS officers were expected to arrive in connection with
the SIR process before the elections. If they came, I might have to vacate the
room. I told him that I would be leaving for Palakkad in the afternoon and that
I could simply leave my luggage at the reception if necessary.
After packing my
belongings and bringing them downstairs, I booked another Uber auto to go to
Maruthamala. Before the ride began, I called the driver and asked how much the
fare would be.
"It will be
₹500," he replied.
I immediately told him
that he could simply drop me at the bus stand instead. He dropped me at
Gandhipuram Bus Stand, charging ₹250 for the short trip—again, almost double
the fare shown on the app.
Although I knew it was
not right, I did not feel like arguing with the drivers. I did not want to
spoil the pleasant mood of the morning.
From Gandhipuram, I
boarded a bus to Maruthamala for just ₹40. It was a comfortable bus ride—far
more pleasant than travelling by auto—and much cheaper too.
After reaching
Maruthamala, I had breakfast at a small shop near the temple. The place was
crowded with devotees. I also bought a bottle of drinking water before
beginning my walk.
Visitors can reach the
hilltop in the temple's shuttle vehicle by paying just ₹10. However, that did
not appeal to me. I enjoy trekking, so I decided to climb the hill on foot.
Although there are 851
steps, the climb was not very strenuous. It was a pleasant morning, with
neither excessive heat nor humidity. The mountain scenery, the shade of the
trees, the stream of devotees, and the presence of numerous beggars together
created a striking picture of life's many contradictions. It was a blend of
beauty and hardship, joy and suffering.
On the way, I noticed
two women performing madipichai. They were moving forward on their
knees, using the ends of their sarees as begging bowls. They were doing this
either to fulfil a vow made to God or to seek relief from some deep sorrow. It
was the first time I had witnessed such a practice.
Faith often gives
people a kind of psychological comfort that counselling or even psychiatric
medicines sometimes cannot provide.
Inside the temple, the
queue for darshan was extremely long. Having fulfilled my objective of climbing
the hill, I decided to skip the darshan and began my descent.
At the foot of the
hill, I refreshed myself with a tender coconut before boarding a bus back to
Gandhipuram. From there, I took an auto to the Circuit House.
On the way, one
thought kept returning to my mind. Does Uber know that many auto drivers here
collect much more than the fare displayed on the app?
When I returned, the
receptionist informed me that the IAS officers had still not arrived and asked
me to relax in my room. I spent some time there and, at around one o'clock in
the afternoon, decided to leave for Palakkad.
After paying the room
rent and checking out, I asked one of the employees where I could catch a bus
to Palakkad.
"Ukkadam Bus
Stand would be better, sir. I'll drop you there," he said.
Some people are like
that. They offer help even before you ask for it.
I got on the back of
his scooter, and we headed towards Ukkadam. Traffic was heavy because of
ongoing road construction, but he skilfully navigated through the congestion,
and soon we reached the bus station.
(To be continued...)






