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Since it was my first field assignment my father thought it
               better to keep company with me for a few days. He was happy
               to spend time in the camp, strike friendship with neighbours
               and generally discuss politics if they were educated. I had a
               cook also named Srinivasan whose main weakness was his
               allegiance to Bacchus! For keeping in touch with world affairs I
               had with me a National transistor music from which was a great
               source of relaxation. Around this time Superintending

               Geologist, Mr.K.K.Dhar from Head quarters visited Shimoga
               camp in P.W.D inspection bungalow. I took him to a rock
               outcrop containing what I could identify as mineral danite,  a
               variety of silicate. I learned to display hospitality to the visiting
               dignitary and with the help of the inspection bungalow
               attendant who was also a good non-veg cook served Mr.Dhar
               chicken ,etc non-veg dish even though I myself was a strict
               vgetarian.

               It occurred to me that my father may like to see the Jog
               waterfalls some 60 miles away from Tarikere.So we two took
               the Talaguppa express which halted at the Talaguppa  station.
               The morning was very pleasant and around 9 AM we started
               descending on the side opposite the falls.  In about two hours
               time we reached a slope from where we can take a comfortable
               view. This waterfall is the highest in India comprising four
               sections –Rja,Roarer,Rocket  and Rani.We enjoyed the fast
               falling water throwing to long distances  water spray and the
               multicoloured rainbow. The problem started only on the return
               journey as the climb up the hill didn’t go well with my father.
               Now I was at the receiving end. My father showed his
               resentment at being made to climb as he frequently went out of
               breath. I was praying all the way that the ordeal would soon
               end.

               In the next field season 1960-61 I was allotted the tract of hills
               north of Bhadravathi.It had thick forest cover and the sky was
               hidden from view by the tall teak plantations and other trees.

               The bus  route from Shimoga to Sagara on the North
               Karnataka border provided exciting view of the extensive rain




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