From here left to Antar Ganga, also referred to as Dakhsina Kashi. A natural spring on top of the hill is the main attraction here. Our ancestors were so brilliant I thought, they identified such pure forms of water and built a temple around and named it sacred so that people did not miss use it but the so called modern Generation like us, who are more confused about our own cultural heritage have failed to recognize these criticalities. People were washing clothes, taking shower and even collecting this water and selling them down at the city.
We left to Bangarpet in the very next bus. Unable to find any good hotel we tried to enquire with localities. A gentleman looked at us in surprise for a while and said – “See, Bangarpet as far as I know is very bad when it comes to food, you will not find any good hotels here.” And he was right; we could not spot a single descent hotel in the main city. We finally bought some buns and biscuits and went to the railway station. We booked the tickets to Bangalore.
During these journeys through remote places of my country, I am realizing more and more the importance of our culture , our tradition and I have realized one thing that our ancestors were great, they have created every rule, every thought, every ritual with a motive that we so called younger & so called modern generation fail to understand and instead enjoy questioning them. Well this topic will be an entire post on its own to follow soon.
The train journey back to Bangalore was uneventful, except that we did not get a seat through out the trip.
This trip to Kolar has opened my eyes towards several emotions of our people. Through out the trip it was people and only people who have guided us, helped us and advised us with as much enthusiasm as was in us. I salute the villagers of our country for their innocence, their unbiased attitude, their respect for tradition and culture and their kindness and rawness which I hope shall never fade.