Indian Hindu mythology has it that Lord Rama built a bridge some 50 kilometres long connecting India with Lanka (now Sri Lanka) off the coast of Tamil Nadu in South India to rescue his wife Sita from the evil clutches of the demon king Ravana. And he pulled off this engineering marvel with the help of his million-strong Vanara (Ape men) army along with magical ‘floating rocks’ and named it Rama Setu. (Rama’s Bridge)
Valmiki further goes on to narrate in his epic Ramayana on how Rama on his successful return, destroyed this bridge with the tip of his arrow on the request of Vibishan, the new king of Lanka, thus immortalizing the town’s name, Dhanushkodi -meaning the end of a bow.
Turns out this mythological bridge between India and Sri Lanka, despite its questionable origins was actually a thing and even passable on foot up to the 15th century until storms eventually deepened the channel. Don’t believe what I say, check out this Google maps screenshot for yourself.
The association with the Ramayana along with its proximity to Rameswaram, where Rama is said to have prayed to Lord Shiva before embarking on his journey to Lanka vest the town of Dhanushkodi with much divinity.
But unfortunately all the divinity in the world couldn’t spare this coastal town on the night of 22nd December 1964, when a cyclonic storm regarded as one of Bay of Bengal’s fiercest in the 20th century ravaged through it with waves estimated to be several meters high destroying and wiping away everything in its path including the Pamban-Dhanushkodi Passenger train along with all 115 passengers on board.
In total, around 2000 people lost their lives that night following which Dhanushkodi was officially declared by the Government of Madras to be a Ghost Town, unfit for living.
All that remains today of the once-bustling town are ruins of a few prominent buildings and remains of what once was a railway track, a grim reminder of that tragic night. A handful of fishing families have dared to continue living here despite the obvious threats, making a living off the tourists visiting the place.
But rather than the mythology and its ill-fated history, what drew me to this place was the idea of a ‘mini cross-country road trip across the southern tip of the country on a motorcycle’. As ordinary, as it may sound, there was something about that statement that had me hooked.
So in June 2015, I and my friend Arun set off on our three-day ‘mini-adventure’ to the tip of the country. The only plan we had was to make sure we got back within the said three days. Everything else was to be decided along the way, including a pit stop at Kodaikanal for the first night of the journey.
The entire 300 odd kilometres from Cochin to Munnar and then to Kodai via Theni was scenic beyond measure and every biker’s dream come true with hills, hairpins, plains and everything in between.
Our brief stop at Kodai included a short trek to Bear Shola Falls and a night stroll around the Kodai Lake before bargaining our way to the cheapest room for the night. Even though the place screamed touristy much to our dislike, its weather made our visit worthwhile.
The next day, we bid adieu to the land of magic mushrooms at the break of dawn and started our descend downhill, taking in all the beauty these magnificent hills had to offer and turned out to be quiet the posers ourselves along the way.
The following journey towards Rameshwaram via Madurai remained uneventful apart from the scorching afternoon sun relentlessly following us for all the 150 plus kilometres from Madurai as we made our way through the dry and unforgiving plains of Tamilnadu with nothing but shrubs and bushes for company. Men and machines were tested to their limits.
But the sheer beauty of two magnificent oceans welcoming you on either side all the way from the Pamban Bridge as you enter Rameshwaram makes all the effort and heat strokes worthwhile.
The raging Indian ocean on the right in contrast to the calmer waters of the Bay of Bengal on the left until they finally conjoin as one at the tip of Dhanushkodi aptly called as the ‘Sangam’ literally meaning ‘confluence’.
And it is at this meeting point barely 50 kms from our neighbouring island nation, you may even be fortunate to get Sri Lankan reception on your mobile (Depending on the quality of your phone’s network). It is said that on a clear night one could even catch a glimpse of the lights from Thalaimannar in Sri Lanka.
A late and much-deserved lunch and a short stroll around the Rameshwaram Temple later, we made our way towards the final leg of our journey, Dhanushkodi.
This short ride from the temple town to the tip was personally my favourite bit, with oceans barely a few feet on either side of the narrow two-lane road and with hardly any vehicles or civilization around, I couldn’t help race through this stretch of fine tarmac. The strong just add to this crazy adrenaline rush.
It was almost 6 pm by the time we reached the barricade at Muhuntharayar Chathiram from where one had to take a jeep or mini-tempo to the tip which was otherwise inaccessible by other vehicles as you’d most definitely get stuck in the sand and slush.
Unfortunately, what we also didn’t know was that the tempo drivers would stop service by 6 pm which meant the only way to get to the tip was by a half-hour trek on foot. But trekking after dark along a narrow shoreline with oceans on either side and with the tides coming in didn’t seem to be the best of ideas.
But we had made it this far and were in no mood to let that bring us down. So setting aside the journey to the tip for another time, we made ourselves comfortable for the show that followed. After all, we did have the best seats in town.
As the fiery sun submerged into the raging waters of the Indian Ocean scattering several hues of blue, green and orange across the twilight sky, it was by far one of the most dramatic sunsets I’d seen in a while.
We managed to find a room back at Ramanathapuram for the night. A long ride back home awaited us on the last day of our journey for which we decided we’d take the Madurai-Dindigul-Pollachi highway to save on time and to avoid going back the same route we had come.
Even though our stop at Dhanushkodi was barely for a couple of hours, we were able to gain a whole new level of appreciation for this sombre town, its people and its bitter past.
Emanating an almost alluring aura, this place had the ability to lull even the most disturbed minds to ease as it represents both sides of the same coin, one turbulent and engulfed in rage and the other more tranquil side that seems almost melancholic epitomizing life in itself, which is nothing but a grand balancing act of the two.
Don’t get me wrong, this underrated destination on the tip of the sub-continent is nothing more than a beach. That is until you dig a little deeper and let loose your senses to its astounding array of hues, aura and history. That is when you experience Dhanushkodi to its fullest and that is when you truly take back home a small piece of its history.
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