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Originally Posted by Gannu_1 Will be traveling to Palakkad from Chennai tomorrow early morn |
Apologies for a late response! Let me detail my trip and a day's experience in a govt. quarantine facility.
So on the previous day, I realised my PayTM Fastag has been
CLOSED for no apparent reason!
I checked out the in-app FAQ/help section and could not find a reason why this should have happened and spoke to the customer care personnel. He pointed out that although I had not submitted any request for Fastag closure, this has happened and well, it has happened and that the tag cannot be re-activated. The only solution is to apply for a new tag. Sigh! So much for a cash-less trip I thought.
Anyways, I woke up around 3:30 AM the next day, quickly prepared sambar, loaded all the luggage, took a shower and a tea and, I started from my apartment around 4:10 AM. Picked up my colleague's relatives from a corner of Chennai, approx. 22 km from where I stay in Porur and decided to take the Vellore - Krishnagiri route. I usually don't take the Ulunderpet route since it has a mix of 2 and 4 lane roads which keeps merging in and out. Some 40 km into the journey, we come across the first check-post setup by the cops. It takes us almost 10 minutes to clear the barricade and cops stop us noticing the KL registration number of the car. They ask us for the relevant pass, where are we headed to, where are we coming from and notice the senior gentleman, the lady and her 3 y.o. daughter seated at the rear. They ask us to park the car and make an entry in the register at the booth operated by volunteers.
I parked the car, took the pass and the Aadhar card along and, stood in the queue at the booth. The queue appeared to be progressing slowly as the volunteers seem to be making manual entries of each traveler in a book. There is a QR code on both the KL and TN passes which could have been quickly scanned with a QR code scanner app on the phone but nevermind. No one is following any social distancing on the queue either. So my turn comes up after 10 minutes, I show him the pass and a volunteer casually asks for the same details - where are we headed to, where are we coming from and which car.
Alright you may go! He did not enter any details and casually asked me to proceed. No temperature checks either!
We resume the journey and stop around 7:30 AM after the second toll, for a quick breakfast. We had carried some home-made food, plenty of drinking water and disposable plates, spoons, old newspaper etc. Had some idli-sambar and we resumed the trip. En route, we keep crossing several police check-posts and they were all pretty useless - no thermal scanning, a casual verification of passes and we're let go. Such a waste of time!
As far as toll booths go, contrary to what I had expected, the cash-only booths at the tolls were relatively empty compared to the Fastag-only booths. There was the risk of getting infected however. Hand sanitizers FTW! The staffs manning the booths had masks and some had a complete transparent shield covering their face!
Around 2 PM, we finally reached the much awaited Walayar border where the first round of checks were being done. They check for a valid pass right at the border. We proceed and 2 km ahead, the main road is barricaded and all the vehicles enter through the service lane towards the erstwhile sales tax post. Here's where the queue starts.
All the vehicles proceed slowly and here's where one traveller alights the vehicle and has to stand in the queue at one of the several counters; there were around 15-20 of them. As the queue progresses, the vehicle is expected to reach the sales tax parking lot and the driver has to park the car, get off and accompany the person standing in the queue. It was all very confusing in the beginning. Luckily, I managed to find a parking spot right next to the special queue which were meant for pregnant women and parents accompanying young children. I stood in the queue for barely 2 mins before our turn came up. Produced the pass, they did a temperature check on the fist (!), noted down all the details manually, tore off a piece of paper from the register and handed it over:
I had known beforehand that the 14-day institutional quarantine mandated by the govt. is a must for people travelling from red zones and not just containment zones. i.e. guys like me have to stay in a lodge whereas senior citizens over 60 years of age, children less than 14 years and their guardians can be home quarantined. The paper indicated
'Chembai Music College' and I had to go to the college for further instructions. We were out of the dreaded Walayar check-post in 2 hours thanks to the 3 y.o. kid.
So here's where I bid bye to my co-travellers who were headed to Cochin. Their cab had come to pick them up from Cochin with an inter-district travel pass. Transferred their luggage to the cab and I set off to the Chembai College. Not quite the
music-to-my-ears kind of news! But boy, was I glad I was finally in my hometown! I reached the college, parked the car besides the main road and I see a sizeable crowd there. The Revenue Department (Tahsildars, Dy. Tahsildars) is in charge of allotting quarantine institutions.
This was a quite a tiring day, having woken up at 3:30 AM and driving 600+ km, I felt like a log of wood. I just wanted a place to take a shower and crash; food be damned. After waiting for over 4 hours, I was given a lodge near Palakkad railway station - Breeze Lodge; that's about 6 km from my home. Palakkad folks would know - anything in Palakkad is never far. It's a small place.
As I drove to the lodge, I painted a picture of the place I was about to move in for my quarantine. No parking lot for such a small lodge obviously so I park the car besides the road (most establishments and shops are closed anyway). The room wasn't really clean so to say, it had a dark ambience, unclean bathroom the floors and WC which hasn't seen Lizol since ages.
There was a balcony with bird poop and tree leaves all over. It did have quite the view though overlooking Palakkad Junction.
I ordered food from Swiggy (porotta and beef baby; we're in God's own Country!), took a quick shower and ate the food (I was bloody famished!). Parents had come for a quick visit at the lodge along with some linen; man, I hate bed bugs! We stood on the road and spoke maintaining a good deal of distance but not before the caretaker shooed them off. It felt as if the relatives were visiting a convict in prison! I reached my room and crashed.
Finally, after a good sleep, the caretaker knocked at 8 AM for breakfast - upma and sambar. Tasted good. And it was hygienic too. Freshened up and I had it. Stepped out of the room and I met a co-traveller who was in quarantine. We sat besides the common balcony, started chatting and quickly became friends. Turned out to be a nice guy. You can see his Tiago parked besides the road.
Couple of hours in, dad went to the municipality office to see if something can be done to bring me home. He had already spoken to an IAS officer who's posted as the panchayat secretary at Trivandrum. She had spoken to a few officers in charge at the Palakkad Municipality. They asked us to give a written declaration, signed by the 3 of us - parents and I, that I shall not flout any norms whilst under home quarantine and that I have a dedicated room with an attached washroom. Finally gave it to the authorities and got home quarantine approved. Quite a relief! But by then, the KL govt too had relaxed the norms and they were permitting home quarantine for folks coming from the red zone.
Before I end, I must thank all the people who're posted in the line of duty - volunteers, cops, healthcare workers, revenue dept officials, municipal staff, cleaning staff etc. who are risking their lives, toiling day and night to keep things under control in the state during these trying times. Stay safe guys! I was blessed with a baby boy today morn. I cannot wait for the quarantine to end on May 22! He was the reason I drove down last week.