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At Surathkal

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A Walk Down The Memory Lane!

on November 22, 2015

Diary India Karnataka Travel

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Le Côte Coloré - 2

on November 14, 2015

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Exploring A Tibetan Settlement

Have you ever got up one morning and thought of going anywhere far away from everything that you are part of and explore yourself on an unknown, unplanned journey to somewhere? Have you felt good about the thought of disappearing away from this chaotic city life and go somewhere more serene? Well if you ask me, I have always had this thought. I wanted to just tread on an unknown path, to a place where I do not know anybody and no one knows me. And this weekend that dream turned into reality. A few weekends of watching television, meeting friends and shopping made me wonder if I had nothing exciting to do out of these two days that I get. This was when I decided on going on this unplanned trip to somewhere. I always wanted to go to Bylekuppe, it’s one of the largest Tibetan settlement in India and here in Karnataka. Yes not in Nepal, Bhutan or any other north eastern part of India, but very much in my own state, Karnataka. Except this and directions to get there, I knew nothing else

Kumara Parvatha Trek - Day 01

For a traveler, the destination is never important, but what matters is the journey. What best than a trek could completely define this? So when Subbu and I discussed a plan, Kumara Parvatha was on the top of the list, it was one among the toughest trek in the state, it was interesting because we would take a different route to descend, into a different district. Within few days all was planned and 6 more joined our enthusiasm. We rented sleeping bags and 2 tents from Wildcraft, Marathhali. With our backpacks consisting of 80 chapati’s, 50 Mangalore buns, fruits, biscuits and other personal needs we assembled at Bangalore railway station at 8:30 PM on Nov 13th. The train to Mangalore arrived at 8:55PM, on time. After a few leisure talks we went to sleep, all excited about the day to come. Early morning, at 5:45 AM, we reached Subramanya. A jeep drive to the temple (12kms for Rs250), hunt for a descent room, negotiating one for Rs225, a quick freshening up, amazingly quick visit t

Meenakshi Temple & Bannerghatta Park

It was Mahesh's idea to go on a drive during the weekend. We decided on Meenakshi temple on Bannerghatta road. Sundar joined us. At 11:00 Am, three of us took off on two bikes. We reached the temple in just half an hour. The temple is constructed by the same trustee that runs the Madurai Meenakshi temple. Of course, this is a miniature version of the original master piece. But what pleased me the most about this place is its serene atmosphere. I loved the place for the divinity it generated in the midst of busy, hectic Bangalore life. For Bangaloreans, who want to spend some divine moments at a temple that provokes Bhakti, this place is a must go. After spending some time at the temple both Mahesh and I agreed that the journey had to continue, not back home but to some place, even further. So we decided on riding to Bannerghatta Biological Park. We had to convince Sundar, which wasn’t that difficult though. Soon, we set off on another ride. On our way to the

Soak No More!

Soak no more! says the boy, who sells bubble makers, that has seen no takers. These are no bubbles, but dreams in a crowd; thus he calls out loud. He gracefully pleads to let them all fly, into the winter sky. Dreams into reality, they shall spin, says he, with a grin. But before he leaves he gladly glances, at all the happy faces. “Bubbles they only are. Rest was all but lies.” Saying so, he smiles. And then he declares; appear they shall, immaterial, but joy hides in the trivial! PS: About the picture - I met this little boy who sells bubble makers at Lalbagh who was eager to empty the solution until i captured my best shot. In return I promise to give him some prints.

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