Conquering the Crest: A Walk on the Edge of Sholayar

 10.10.2026 Saturday 

The journey began early in the morning at the Government Polytechnic College campus, where ten staff members from the Tool & Die department revved up their motorcycles. Our route took us past the roaring Athirappilly Waterfalls, through the dense rainforests of Malakkappara, and up into the misty Anamalai Hills. By 1:00 PM, we arrived at Evergreen Resort near Sholayar Dam, freshened up, had a hearty Kerala lunch, and bought supplies at the local market for our night function.

Back at the resort, curiosity drew me and Justin Sir toward the colossal concrete structure towering in the distance. Approaching the upper section, we came across a stark sign reading "ENTRY RESTRICTED." Wanting a better view of the reservoir, I stepped onto the wide sloping compound wall, which immediately drew the attention of the security guard, Kalidasan Sir. Though initially stern and scolding us for the breach, his attitude completely changed when he learned we were technical teachers. What began as a reprimand turned into a warm chat about local affairs and state politics, ending with him secretly welcoming us past the gates for an off-limits tour.

Kalidasan Sir guided us along the 430.6-meter crest walk, pointing out the 1960s Kamaraj-era history and the technical grouting and drainage boreholes running deep into the 66-meter structure. The real test came when he invited us down a narrow steel maintenance staircase mounted right on the face of the dam wall. Looking down at the dizzying 66-meter drop and the rusted bolts holding the frame, severe acrophobia froze me in my tracks. I initially refused, but after Justin Sir completed a walk, an internal voice told me I would never get this chance again.

I asked Justin Sir to hold my hand, and together we descended onto the gangway. At the landing, terror gripped me, and thoughts of my wife and sons rushed through my mind. Seeing my panic, Justin Sir calmly advised me to look out at the depth and face the fear head-on. His words echoed a grammar lesson on fear I had taught my own son just the week before. Forcing myself to pause and gaze outward, the panic slowly dissolved into calm, and with trembling hands, we captured a triumphant selfie suspended high above the gorge.

Reaching the top, an overwhelming sense of relief and accomplishment washed over me. We hugged Kalidasan Sir, thanked him deeply for an experience money couldn't buy, and handed him a small token of gratitude before taking a final photo together. As we rode back to the resort to join our colleagues, the breathtaking image of the dam remained etched in my mind—an unforgettable journey where curiosity met brotherhood, and fear turned into triumph.