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A sweet memory
“Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.”
- Mother Teresa
This was said about the patients she was serving. If you broaden that perception a bit, very close to "Aham Brahmasmi" - Everyone is Jesuses in disguise! We just need to have a wide perseverance to distinguish and experience God in all. God is not an entity, but a perception, a behaviour, a talent, simply a "ME"!
Merry Christmas.
@Mother Teresa was an Indian Christian missionary who ran "Missionaries of Charity" in Kolkata. She was an Albanian in birth, but embraced India as her Motherland; and won Nobel prize for peace as an Indian.
You can never understand one language until you understand at least two.
-Ronald Searle.
One should not kill a living being,
nor cause it to be killed,
nor should one incite another to kill.
Do not injure any being, either strong or weak, in the world.
- Bhagawan Buddha
Thru this quote Budha states that one should never incite another to kill, nor he indulge in killing. That is, dont kill any animal (Not only humans) directly or otherwise.
I am putting this up just when the killing of millions of sheep is in site on the eve of Bakra-eid. No amount of religious notes can justify this destruction. After all we are humane, and cultured! Dont kill them in the name of religion is what I want to tell thru this message.
Grow them to eat, and butcher them for the same reason, but dont add up 'God' factor to such a nonsensical tradition. For the same reason, I am putting this thought up here, a couple days in advance!
Please Note: I am not rediculing any belief or tradition, but only putting forth what I feel. I really dont know why this tradition is in place, and the history behind that. I would be interested to know further.
"So far as I am able to judge, nothing has been left undone, either by man or nature, to make India the most extraordinary country that the sun visits on his rounds. Nothing seems to have been forgotten, nothing overlooked."
- Mark Twain
Nothing more we need as an explanation, isn’t it? That great country, that most celebrated place on the planet is home to the historical, quintessential, living civilization. History of India is the history of humanity! From the vanaras(apes) of Threthayuga (Rama’s age) to the modern man, India has celebrated everyone; India has benifited from every one too.
India welcomed Islam, housed its most famous monuments, was ruled by its kings, most of them cruel in behaviour. India welcomed Christianity, and was made to be colonised under Christian rulers for centuries. Yet, the local culture was preserved; The country woke up after every of such physical, mental invasions.
The present day India is seeing invasions of Technically adept enemies who have waged a war on her in the name of a religious war (Jehad). Indian woes doesn’t end with the terrorists who are outsiders, but we have an internal terror organisation called Politics, which is breeding terror mongers called politicians who are equipped with good words and which is enough for them to divide us along the religious, and ideological lines.
India will wake up from that too… And when she does, we will see prosperity and peace, not only here, but all over the planet.
This thought is as a respect to that great country called India/Bharata, and also as a protest against the terrorists and politicians who vow to end her. I openly challenge these elements that they can never take the pride away from this extrordinary country.
Jai Hind
@Mark Twain : was an American author and a humourist. He is considered as the “Father of American Literature”. His work, The Adventures of a Huckleberry finn is called the Great American Novel.
"Keep your friends close. Your enemies, closer!"
- The Godfather.
ಮಾಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೆಟ್ಟರು ಮನವಿಲ್ಲದೆ I
ನೀಡಿ ನೀಡಿ ಕೆಟ್ಟರು ನಿಜವಿಲ್ಲದೆ II
ಮಾಡುವ ನೀಡುವ ನಿಜಗುಣವುಳ್ಳರ
ಕೂಡಿಕೊಂಡಿರ್ಪ I ನಮ್ಮ
ಕೂಡಲಸಂಗಮ ದೇವ II
- Jagajjyoti Basaveshwara
2007: Raju: Chacha kaise ho ???
Chacha: ab kya batau....
Bada beta share broker hai...
doosara beta Jet Airways mein hai
teesara software mein aur
sabse chhota ruk gaya PAN WALA banke...
2008:
Raju: Chacha kaise ho ???
Chacha: Ab kya bolu...
bus ab chhota hi ghar chala raha hai,
uske vajeh se toh hum zinda hai.... :)
Raju: @#$!#$#$@$$Well.. It is not uncommon now a days. Isn’t it? This 'joke' reflects what we see in papers everyday.
Now read this 'real' story:
Once he 'settled' in his job, he took his parents to live with him in the city, deserting their village home. All was well, and his brother too joined them in city for higher education.
He was just back from a satisfyingly wonderful honeymoon at Bangkok, when he heard of a consultant who would help him find a job in the US. He was thrilled at his luck.
Initially it was tough for him since there was no satisfying offer he was getting. After some three months, and just when his savings were wearing out, he got an offer of job from his college time dream firm! His joy found no bounds.
In the meanwhile he was getting awards every quarter for being a superior performer in the company. His talents were widely appreciated; the way he handled a difficult project and lead the team to perfection in delivering it on time was hailed even by the CEO. He was a happy man.
He was immediately relieved, Sharath was given no option but to leave. He had ignored a few clauses in his employment offer, which was used against him now. He was not to be given any notice to terminate and he would not be entitled for any company benefits, what so ever! He was not even given a relieving letter, since he continued to be a consultant!
The families back home are unaware of what is happening there, and they are satisfied with their usual online chats and occasional calls with these NRIs. But back there, Sharath and Sumalini think a lot about what is in future for them.
One fine day, after a couple of months, families back home were treated with switched off cell phones, and full memory answering machines. Worried them, logged in to gtalk to see them off line.
A week later, the families got together and lodged a complaint at the police out there. When the Police barged in to their apartment, they recovered two decayed dead bodies, which had consumed poison, a week before!
The shocked parents, demanded justice, and the police were helpless too. The parents could not get hold of the dead bodies too since the un-American couple had commited suicide, and their EMIs and loans were unpaid for a long time then!
Parents could not accomodate such an astronomical sum of money to get the bodies. Their hopes of at least a respectable creamtion for the bodies was shattered; and they were left in a state of depression.
The bulging EMIs, overflowing credit card limits and eroding financial resources forced the couple to take this extreme step. A jobless punter couldnt return to India thinking of the shame he had to undergo at a crunch time in the global market. He was not sure of getting a job back home as well, for the same reasons. Meaning, all the doors were closed for him, and he had to take this extreme step.
Forget about money, think about the social implications of a 'loser' in such circumstances. Quiet depressing. What Sharath did, seems to be the only way for thousands of immigrants out there, in the midst of such a huge economic recession.
Every day we get news of Stock markets crashing, banks shutting down, insurance companies announsing bankruptcy, software companies reducing head counts.... what not!
And the implication of all these things on the tender minds of deleted employees is irrevocable. No one is safe now a days, and like Sharath, no one can bear a straight humiliation. Where is a way to escape from that? And how long would that stay?! How many more Sharaths be martyred in the game of a few rich investors and some directionless banks.
I think we will get an answer in a short time to come, and till then we need to be patient enough and remember that "Huttisida devaru hullu meyisodilla" (God will always be with us and he would not leave us hungry)!
Two legends of our times chose to end their illustrious cricketing careers this month, Anil Kumble and Sourav Ganguly.
Anil Kumble, older of the two and the most hardworking chap the Indian cricketing field has ever produced, bid adieu in a dramatic way on November 2nd. His passion for the game was awe inspiring, and a motivation for the whole of a generation. He would be remembered always for his Commitment, Grit, Passion, never-give-up kind of attitude. Personally he was a soft and gentle person, but on field, a “Jumbo”, a terror! I share a special bond with this fellow, yes; I went to the same college as Anil Kumble, though much later in times. That way, I will be very much proud of him, my senior in college!
His performances for the country….just tremendous! He is arguably the best bowler India has every produced. He has won more test matches than any other bowler in our times. When I started watching cricket, he had started his career. And went on inspiring the nation even to today… Today, he has ended his career as one of the games’ legends, the only one who shared the stage with the legendary likes of Shane Warne and Muralidharan! He spearheaded the Indian bowling attack for over 16 years, invented new ways to bowl, delivered occasional quicker flickers, the googlies, feasting the opposition batsmen for lunch tea and dinner. He was insatiable throughout. The fact that he once ran over all the ten batsmen of Pakistan stands as a testimony to that statement.
Sourav Ganguly, aggression personified; a brilliant off-side player, and a gritty captain, has called his day today. He was a champion, named fondly and rightly by fans as the Prince of Kolkata! He had that royal spine which crafted the Indian team to be a superpower in the sport. His constant encouragement saw the advent of younger players into the team, and his aggression on field saw records being fumbled and created for India on home turf, and foreign land alike. He took the Indian team from a mediocre 7th position on ODI charts to too close to the world cup in 2003. For being the most favourite and most successful Indian captain, he was fondly called “Dada” (Elder Brother) of Indian cricket.
I’d tribute with my “Hats off” to these legends at our most depressive cricketing moment; Depressive because, we wanted them for more time, but as they say… all good things come to an end, and Yes.
To see both going away from International arena at the same time is something cricket lovers of India can not digest easily. Yet, it is our duty to thank them for every single joy they gave us, for every moment they made us proud, for every smile they created on all the faces of this lovely country.
We say Good Bye with our utmost heartfelt contention. Wish you luck and glory in your life after cricket. Thanks for all the glorious moments; those were enough for this lifetime!
Great quotes on these two legends:
"To become another Anil Kumble one will have to work really, really hard," - Sachin Tendulkar
“On the off side, first there is God and then Saurav Ganguly." - Rahul Dravid.
@To be aired shortly: Wait for a series of articles, writeups on my favourite test and one day moments from the era gone by, here on the backbencher's page!
If you can not do any of these, don’t worry; Don't lose heart yet. You still have a bright chance to be a true "Secular". There is another easy and fascinating way!!
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10. Blame Narendra Modi for everything that happens in India.
On and on towards disasterMan makes compromises with life so much that he forgets he is a social being and often ends up as a solo warrier. To live powerfully is not to live alone, and when we understand this, we live as a team, we'll then live for ourselves. Our prosperity is in others' joy! Thats a simple motto of leading a powerful life. The message of this movie is straight and that.
We have to live until we die
However, Let the music Rock On!!Now you know
That I stood outside your window
Just a little too long.What you're gonna do
When the hours pass away
And you know that I'm gone.
Well, it may be a week, It may be a day, I'm six blocks over
And I don't know what to say to you.
Trip was fantastic :-).
We visited the very tip of India from where Srilanka was at just about 13miles distance. Here, at Dhanushkoti, the actual Ramasetu starts, and also it is here that the Indian Ocean grabs Bay of Bengal in its strife! Another beach we visited, which doesn’t have waves at all. Obviously, this must be the safest beach in India which looked like a river with salty water. The Bay of Bengal is silent only at this place, which is gigantic elsewhere. The sand here is of unique black colour, that you won’t find anywhere else across the globe. This strange phenomenon is attributed to Rama’s anger against the King of Sea who did not help Rama initially, but later he succumbed when Rama threatened to dry him off. Thus the sea became silent and the sand got its colour as a representation of anger of Rama. Quiet mysterious and belief has no bounds. Rameshwaram is a small island connected to Dhanushkoti by land. Initially they had a railway connection between these two villages and a shipyard situated at Dhanushkoti from where local ships used to ply between India and Srilanka! And in 1965, a great cyclone swept the whole village of Dhanushkoti. The rail bearings stand as a testimony to the ‘gata vaibhava’ of this place. At that juncture, people from Dhanushkoti moved to Rameshwaram, I mean whoever survived. Today, a gory town of Dhanushkoti with fallen churches, dharmashalas, railway stations and houses, stands affirm. Half the town is buried in the sand that swept it then. A few fishermen still make a living here, and they are not bothered about the visitors who come there. It is said that the Srilankan refugees and drug peddlers, smugglers from the island nation land in India here, stealthily and without anyone stopping them. Crime starts after it is dark. A jeep ride on the sands is a fantastic thing to experience here! After 1965, people realized they can not rely on the ships to reach Rameshwaram and then they built a railway bridge across the Sea, to Rameshwaram. Eventually, a drivable road was constructed as well. So, the experience of driving on a bridge with water surrounding you is again a uniqueness of Rameshwaram, at least in the Indian context. The railway bridge is named Pamban Bridge, named after a neighbouring village. Specialty of this bridge is, it used to act like a gateway for the ships to cross this part of sea in that era. I mean, the bridge has a gate that used to be opened so as the ships passed thru and closed when the trains would pass! Anyways, now, no ship passes here, so, the bridge is an antique piece that is used only as a train bridge. One can experience this bridge today by taking this fantastic drive from Madurai. The religious Importance of Rameshwaram is visible in every turn and corner of the place. This has a huge temple with the longest corridor in the world. That corridor makes an amazing 1.3KMs walk in total. The temple complex has 22 sacred wells; those get the water generated as much you remove it from. Each pilgrim goes around the temple and bathes in each of these 22 wells. An extraordinary phenomenon that is unique only to Rameshwaram. The water in each of these wells tastes different and most of the times sweet, though these are situated barely 100 meters away from the sea! The main deity, Ramanatha Linga, is made of sand, but that has become rock solid. Each and every day hundreds of pilgrims get Ganges water from Kashi and does the abhisheka to this linga. Tough it is sand made it sustains the abhisheka and stays intact, even after ages of existence! Srik.
The alarm was harsh and not welcome.
It seemed as if I went to bed just a moment ago; but, there was no scope for more delays since we had to be back in Bangalore before it is night.
We had a few different routes to choose from, and we chose the Shiradi ghat road. We were worried since we didn’t know if they allowed any traffic there since the developmental work was underway according to the newspaper reports. Uncle was sure that the two-wheeler traffic was allowed, but not the bigger ones.
We started by 7 AM, on that pleasant morning, after stuffing ourselves with a good breakfast. It was chilling outside, and as we dented further on the National Highway, the visibility was dimmer! We could hardly see a 50 yard ahead of us. This prompted us to slow down in pace, nevertheless, a wonderful experience to be riding in the morning mist on a National Highway. Traffic was not much at that hour.
Our first stop was on the banks of the Kumaradhara River. The river was flowing with its majestic norm; we had a good break from the chilling environs with the young rays of Sun kissing us.
We started again after some 15 mins, and soon we entered the Shiradi ghat road. There was a deviation for bigger vehicles from there, but for the two-wheelers, there was no stopping. We ventured ahead on that road which seemed highly mysterious.
The Shiradi ghat has been prettily immortalized by the popular Kannada writer Poorna Chandra Tejaswi. His stories depicting the lives here are amazing, and so we had the interest to experience it ourselves.
We next stopped at a small stream that was descending slowly on a boulder. The road condition was bad all thru the ghat, but of course… the contractors were busy building it afresh.
We had tea at a petty shop on the roadside almost at the end of the ghat road. Here, we saw a huge venomous snake that was green in color. He was busy hunting for food, I guess. He took a note of the curious eyes and hid inside the bush! Huh!
We continued our journey and stopped at Sakaleshapura for a quick visit to the temple there. Here, I received a call from my office. The Manager wanted me to rush back to work in the evening when I was expected to demo a part of my project to the clients!!
The call ruined my joy and made our next leg of the journey a run-of-the-mill kind of ride. We stopped at a few places on the way for lunch and gave a break to the butts. But, the thought of office horrified me, and I hated myself for picking the call at that moment!
We managed to reach Bangalore by 4:45 in the evening; pretty fast ride considering our initial plans. We initially thought of stopping at some more places on the way, but for the call!!
As soon as I reached home, Mother gave me coffee, I gulped the whole cup in a moment and virtually ran to take an auto-rickshaw to the office. I didn't want to ride anymore that day!
So, a Four-day long ride turned to be a pleasure ride at the beginning, a tense one in the middle, and a teasing one in the end for a perfect anticlimax.
What I got from this long ride was… an education about taking care of myself, handling any situation with patience and peace of mind.
My aunt’s neighbors warned it seems, “When two riders on different bikes, they tend to overtake each other and that could be dangerous.”
What my answer for it would be, “Prashanth and I complement each other, we don’t run a competition, but work as a team”!
Here ends my epic West Coast Ride story.
Thanks for being with me all thru, and be prepared for more breathtaking stories in the future too :-)
Day I:
Bengalooru -> Nelamangala -> Kunigal -> Chennarayapattana -> Hassana -> Belur -> Yagachi -> Chikkamagalooru -> Balehonnuru -> Sringeri -> Agumbe -> Hebri -> Seethanadi -> Udupi
Day II:
Udupi -> Malpe -> Bengre -> Udupi -> Udyavara -> Kunjarugiri -> Pajaka -> Katapadi -> KuLayi
Day III:
Kulayi -> Mangalooru -> Manjeshwara -> Ananthapura -> Madhur -> Kasaragodu -> Bekal fort -> Kasaragodu -> Manjeshwara -> Someshwara -> Mangalooru -> Kudupu -> Polali -> MRPL -> Ganeshapura -> Kulayi
Day IV:
Kulayi -> Mangalooru -> B C Road -> Uppinangadi -> Dundya Check Post -> Shiradi -> Sakaleshapura -> Hasana -> Chennarayapattana -> Kunigal -> Nelamangala -> Peenya -> NICE Road -> Kengeri -> Bengalooru
A christian, native of America, born and brought up there, fell in Love with an Indian girl hailing from a conservative family. He met her at work.
He followed her all the way to India, and was successful in convincing her parents to get her hand in marriage. Only condition of her parents was that the marriage happens in the Indian style!
He went back to USA, got his parents to India, and the marriage preperations were started.
Meanwhile his friends, wellwishers and neighbours got interested in this strange tie of cultures and booked their flights directly to India. All in all 17 families discented in Bangalore for this extravaganza.
The curiosity they all had for the culture of this land finally turned to Love, looking at the affection locals showered on them. They prepared for the wedding as if it is a celebration of this new found affection.
The Hindu bride was busy shopping sarees for not only her, but also to her in laws and their friends. Her to be husband was to be coronated to brahminism officially with the thread ceremony just before the marriage.
All went well, the groom and his party had a definitive plans to attend the marriage with utmost interest and were fully prepared to patiently follow each and every aspect of the Indian marriage.
The bride's family was nervous on the other hand; this was not only a question of the prestige of the family at stake, but also that of the country at stake! They took cautious steps in arranging for everything related to the marriage. They contacted a host of vedic exponents to learn about what sorts of procedures to be followed, what was the plan in place in sacred texts etc. And every thing was set right in time and the marriage was perfectly organised.
Right from the brilliant fusion of Nadaswara orchestra to the vedic chants mesmerised the visitors. The luncheon contained carefully chosen menu prepared by the best in the business. But not sure how much it appaled the visitors, since they came from a differnt fooding culture. Yet, they all praised the quality of food to be the best.
And the wedding contained all the ceremonies that is performed in a usual south indian marriage; the visitors participating in every thing patiently, and smilingly of course.
Now coming to the point... the "moral of the story" is, the Hindu community is changing, and changing to open itself to that dawn which never sets.
What makes me say so:
Such a community waking up to accepting and allowing 'others' to have a feel of its divine practices....is something miraculous. The good thing about the whole stuff here is that it happened in the Brahman community which is the most conservative of all the internal communities in Hinduism!
I totally appreciate the brave initiative by the groom and her family to honour the real essence of the Vedic living, the "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam"!
Could this well be a beginning of a change that was in waiting for a long time to take place or are the people gaining proper senses to live life like its sacred texts, finally?
Only one?This was the first question that arose in all minds of Bangalore last Friday. Some sounding relieved some disappointed; some more with disgust, and some with disregard!
"Addressing the UN senate, a 15 year old girl speaks her heart out inspiring everyone to act immediately!" |
Should I add anything to it?!
A taxi came in front of the house the next day morning exactly at 7:45 so that we leave by 8, as planned. And so we did. Our plan was to experience the Kasaragod district of Kerala.
My aunt was against us riding again that day, and so the taxi program had to be put in. Our bikes had got a nice day’s rest amidst the hectic schedules of run for them, though reluctantly. Aunt and cousin joined us in this expedition.
We drove past the bridges and under-construction flyovers of Mangalooru to reach the Kerala border. And so we entered Kasaragodu, a district in the neighboring state.
Originally, Kasaragodu, Dakshina Kannada, and Udupi were three districts of Tulunadu. But when the states were carved on a linguistic base, Kasaragodu was put under Kerala while the rest two went to Karnataka. Even today, there is a cry to unite these three sister districts.
Kasaragod has given Kannada its first Rashtrakavi. A poet who has written widely appreciated classic poems that could be compared with any of the best in the country would be conferred this title. One such was Manjeshwara Govinda Pai. Such is the legacy of this tiny district. Many laureates, social activists, dramatists, artists, and musicians have emerged from this land over the ages. And even today, Kasaragodu’s destiny with Kannada and its culture is not done with. People there speak Kannada, Tulu and Malayalam alternatively, and cleverly.
So, we never felt that we were out of Karnataka that day, though we were about 100KMs away from the borders.
Such mysterious visuals before us, and how can not we be left mesmerized, and we did! Let me write about Ananthapura in detail some other time.
We moved on to have the Darshana of another astounding temple of a huge size called Madhur Anantheshwara temple. Madhur is another small but beautiful village on the banks of the Madhuvahini river.
This fort has all the majestic features of a structure like a tank right at its entrance, an underground tunnel, an interior storage house, the highland viewpoint from where one can get a total view of the surrounding area.
This fort was built in 16th Century by the Nayaka rulers. And was put under the rule of different dynasties over the ages like the Wodeyars of Mysore, and lastly under the British.
Today, it is a well-maintained fort that serves the visitor with a scenic visual of the Arabian Sea on one side and the coconut grove on the other, with the town of Bekal. The fort has a temple of Hanuman at the entrance, and a wide area to walk on in its foray.
A respite from the hot Sun was of course the time spent on the Seashore. The Arabian Sea was in full foray with its wild and menacing waves on the fore. It was fun though. The view from the fort was splendid, and the beach experience, marvelous!
Coming out of here, we drank enough water each one of us to fight the humid heat. And we decided to rush to the Kasaragodu town for our lunch. By then it was around 3PM.
After a lazy lunch at Kasaragodu, we had ample time more to explore this dry Seaside district more. As a part of it, we stopped at Manjeshwar. This has a huge Anantha Padmanabha temple, which is particularly known for its Nagaraadhane (snake worship). Though the temple was closed, we spent some time researching the uniqueness of temples in this part of the country.
We moved on…and reached back Karnataka. We had a good time searching the Someshwara beach. As in any other beach in Mangalore, this also had a temple of Shiva on top of a hill that opens into the Sea in its backyard. Though we didn’t explore the temple, we had a walk on the famed beach at this evening hour.
We could have stayed there for the Sunset, but with a sudden change of plans put into effect, we drove off Mangalore to the other side of it, to Polali.
Polali is a village with a wonderful temple of Sri Rajarajeshwari. Goddess statue is made of sand, and its huge statue is a pleasant experience. One prostrate before the Goddess will ease you off all your worries! The temple here makes you believe that the supreme Mother is watching us, who will relieve us of all the evils, and provide us with anything that we seek at her lotus feet.
This one temple impressed me so much that I sat there for some time, not knowing how much time I spent there! High with spiritual vibrations, this temple is a must-visit for any devotee of the divine Mother.
A post specifically on this temple, some other time.
Moving on, we went past the illuminated MRPL and Bajpe airport to reach back Kulayi. It was 9PM by then.
Before calling it quits, my uncle treated us to a nice dinner at a hotel nearby.
We came back walking past the bus stop where we had met Venu Vinod the previous day. Remembering that meet, tried reaching him. Since he was busy at work, he was working till late that night; we returned home.
Ooops…. I dint tell you about our meeting with this exciting young journalist the previous day. Yeah. Venu, whom we knew by his blog, was before us in real. He was rushing back home from work pretty late at night. And we had a brief meeting with him at a bus stop (!) Thanks to the fact that he stayed in the same locality as my aunt’s place. We had discussed his work, experience in traveling, more on blogging, etc in that little time we got to spend there.
It is a nice feeling when we meet bloggers of all the people. It is like we know them, and we don’t know them. We know their half-real face; but the face behind those words, we get to see only when we end up meeting thus! BTW, Prashanth and I met thru blogs of course!!
Thanks to Rajesh, Srikanth, and Venu for making this trip an amazing one.
To be continued……….Day I:
Bengalooru -> Nelamangala -> Kunigal -> Chennarayapattana -> Hassana -> Belur -> Yagachi -> Chikkamagalooru -> Balehonnuru -> Sringeri -> Agumbe -> Hebri -> Seethanadi -> Udupi
Day II:
Udupi -> Malpe -> Bengre -> Udupi -> Udyavara -> Kunjarugiri -> Pajaka -> Katapadi -> KuLayi
Day III:
Kulayi -> Mangalooru -> Manjeshwara -> Ananthapura -> Madhur -> Kasaragodu -> Bekal fort -> Kasaragodu -> Manjeshwara -> Someshwara -> Mangalooru -> Kudupu -> Polali -> MRPL -> Ganeshapura -> Kulayi
l The green valley l Agumbe l Udupi l Malpe l Udyavara l Kasaragodu l Shiradi l
In a day, when you don’t come across any problems – You can be sure that you are- Swami Vivekananda
traveling in a wrong path.
Hampi brings back a bunch of memories, memories of great pride, and some, of sadness. Happy memories of a thought that such a huge celebration of life ever existed; sad memories of inhibited imperial brains destroying such a wonder, both run in our minds when we think back about Hampi.
Today, Hampi is a graveyard of an infinite energy that hides more than what it displays. The huge perpetuation of the stony marvels here are a testimony to our greatly famed heritage.
The monuments that are available to us are a treasure for researchers, history enthusiasts from across the globe. They provide an open museum to the enthusiasts and teach about an interesting and one of the most important phases in Indian history. These monuments are no more 'Hindu' monuments, but are more of National in nature.
Such precious and priceless monuments are today orphaned and are being vandalised. Last weekend there was a disturbing report of a few idols being fractured by some idiotic degage rascals. There were reports of young visitors roaming around the streets of Hampi drenched in the shall of drugs, alcohol and open sex.
Hampi’s sanctity is at a high risk today. The world heritage sites at Hampi are under a threat of losing out again to the carnal pleasures of its fancied visitors. Any attack on Hampi is an attack on the integrity of the country; it’s a direct attack on the virtues of Hinduism.
Today, young men from Kashmir are said to be involved in drug peddling, secretive terrorist activities, cases of infidelity among others. There were arrests also of a few of them in the regard.
Today, some of the Hindu temple monuments have been occupied and turned into dargahs off late. The popular ‘Purandhara mantapa’, from where Sri Purandhara Dasa contributed immensely to Karnataka classical music, is today used for cooking the beef!
The history will never forgive us if we lose out these ancient, priceless monuments for the heck of a small money, pleasure or pride. We need a mechanism to safeguard them and feel proud of at least having them in our history.
A visit to Hampi is like reading a huge history book; is like traveling to the past in a time machine. I sure hope we, as a community come to our senses fast and educate ourselves of the pristine value each of these monuments, idols hold. And I also wish and hope that we do preserve them to gift our next generations this enormous beauty of heritage value.
I stronly urge the respective departments to take corrective and preventive measures to ensure these monuments are practically protected.
JAI HIND
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1. My Hampi experience.
೨. ಹಂಪಿಯ ಕುರಿತ ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಲೇಖನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಕಿಸಿ.
Our next destination was my aunt’s place in Mangalooru (ಮಂಗಳೂರು). But as described earlier, Rajesh had given us route maps to a few exciting places on the way; we, deciding to get beached more, took a right at Udyavara (ಉದ್ಯಾವರ) to reach Pithrody (ಪಿತ್ರೋಡಿ).
@image: the riverside of Udyavara Padukere.
If one enquires about Udyavara beach at locals, no one would actually help. This is because nobody visits Udyavara beach and the beach is on the wrong side of it. Udyavara Padukere (ಪಡುಕೆರೆ) is its actual name. Padu in Kannada means west and kere a water body. In Bangalore, kere means a lake, but what that means here….a Sea!!
We have to cross an overflowing river to reach the majestic beach. How do you cross the river? With a rower, rowed by a kind old man.
@image: Crossing the river in a boat.
The river Udyavara is inhabited by varieties of birds ranging from billed ones to ducks. The thrill is when you see not many people around, but only these chirps and a river. A tar road is nicely laid in between the river and the beach. How good that looks can’t be explained here! The joy of exploring a lonely beach, with the Arabian Sea roaring high, and a river rushing for its holy maté. We heard that the river met see at about 3KMs distance from this place.
The place was joyful, enchanting, exhilarating. The Arabian Sea looked excitingly royal here than at Malpe.
@image: A distant island on the river at Pithrody.
We spent a lot of time on the riverside than on the Seashore. Seashore looked monotonously the same, but the river gives life a new meaning altogether. Rivers are the lifelines of humanity, whereas Seas, meaning for the lives of these rivers! The river was huge in width, it flew surpassing a couple of islands and it rushed pretty fast too.
Maravanthe (ಮರವಂತೆ) is another such place that is located on the National Highway with Sea on one side and the river on the other. People flock there to witness this beauty where a National Highway dissects both the water bodies. A similar scene was available to us that day, though only a country road distinguished the river with its huge partner; the whole visual belonged to us, just the two of us! Our joy found no bounds.
Spending about an hour in this brilliant deafening encounter with nature, we moved ahead. The rower waited for his lonely passengers of mid-day, and we made our inroads into the river again to reach our parking area.
@image: Kunjarugiri Darshana.
We then rode to Kunjarugiri (ಕುಂಜಾರುಗಿರಿ), a small hillock amidst dense forest range, where an age-old temple of Sri. Durga Parameshwari exists. Temple was open for darshan, and we had a good time with monkeys checking on our luggage curiously until we drove them off.
The temple is a simple structure, built in the trademark Dakshina Kannada style, decorated with Mangalore tiles for roofing. Sunset visuals are a treat from here, they said.
@image: Sree Pajaka Kshetra.
We then rode to Pajaka (ಪಾಜಕ), the place where Sri Madhvacharya was born. So, a Vedic school exists at this very place, with a temple-like structure built around the main house. The caretaker took us around the place explaining what happened when and where, when Sri Acharya was studying there. It is a nicely maintained spiritual place, where one can feel the divine vibrations making this place really a special one.
On our way back to the main road, we visited another temple called Parashurama (ಪರಶುರಾಮ) Kshetra, which is on another hillock opposite Kunjarugiri. Though the temple was closed, we felt good at this place and continued with our journey not waiting for the priest to come.
Our next halt was my aunt’s place at Kulayi (ಕುಳಾಯಿ), a few KMs before Mangalooru. And as we reached her place, it was dark and all were waiting for us there.
They had a different plan for us, to take us to Panambur (ಪಣಂಬೂರು) beach to witness the sunset. But since we reached there after sunset, we missed the chance of getting beached again!
Day I:
Bengalooru -> Nelamangala -> Kunigal -> Chennarayapattana -> Hassana -> Belur -> Yagachi -> Chikkamagalooru -> Balehonnuru -> Sringeri -> Agumbe -> Hebri -> Seethanadi -> Udupi
Day II:
Udupi -> Malpe -> Bengre -> Udupi -> Udyavara -> Kunjarugiri -> Pajaka -> Katapadi -> KuLayi
To be continued……….