Wednesday, May 28, 2008
This article was written on a winter morning and hence refernce to teh blore winter :) Just in case u feel, that am crazy to imagine Blore being cool in this summer ;)
Here we go....
The day was as perfect as always… Morning in Bangalore s too gud in winter… with the mist covered everywhere….
As usual my dream starts when I am sitting alone in the office cab, next to the window….
I wonder how my imaginations and thoughts moved towards a flying kite.
I could imagine the kites in different colors and shapes…( I think this was the effect of seeing a clip about kite festival in Mangalore)
The very thought of flying a kite made me feel light, as if I was flying high….
It brought in the memories of my childhood, when we used to wait for the exams to get over.
Once the exams finish, the last day would be as if we completed some Ashwamedha.
We would collect all our class notebooks and run to the terrace.
The first book to be torn was always Math, not because it was tough, but mostly because of my brother’s math teacher whom he hated the most in the school.
We would have the wicked smile as we tore each leaf of the notebook and made a paper rocket out of it and flew it….
I think we were good engineers in childhood than are we now, with little or no bugs in our engineering (of rockets, book binding techniques and many such things).
And the neighbors were with all curses for us for bombarding their terraces with papers.” Why do these monsters get holidays?” was the usual words we used to get which hardly mattered for us.
Kite flying would be after launching the rockets, when all the papers of the notebooks would be exhausted and the newspapers are adorned in our hands.
Running around in the street with newspaper, sticks , thread and gum to make a very good kite. And usually there existed a good competition between us to attach the longest tail to our kite.
Once the kites were ready we again would run to the terrace to fly it high…
Each one wanted his/hers to be the highest to fly and be proud of their kite….
It was such a fun to be together and spend our time in the creative and fun filled work.
As soon as I got this thought, I shot a mail to all my old frenz to gather again and fly the kite…
Those who were in town and who were not busy joined me and tried to fly the kite…
I must say that I had almost forgotten the art of flying it and every time was holding the kite in hand and running around the terrace to make it fly a little so that then I could get hold of the art.
But the wind was also playing hard game with us..
Then came our hero Charan and thought us the knack of how to make it fly vertically high, to manage it when the wind blows with force…
We enjoyed like the kids for the whole evening and what if we can’t go to our childhood, we have the same friends still around us who can recreate the same happiness again for us…
And yes I must say, this time I had to struggle a lot to find a kite in the shops….
Each one threw a weird look when asked for it…. As if I asked for some narcotics….
Well if happiness is what I am addicted to and sounds crazy, I shall be that….
wanna fly the kite...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
After a long discussion over which places to be visited we stuck to Coorg and Himavad gopalaswamy betta (hills) as our destination point for a two day trip. Waiting eagerly for the Friday to strike 4 PM every one of us sat in front of the comp faking busy at work. Knowing that the Manager was in meeting, we decided to come out of our cubicle by 4.15 pm, and sent a message to him saying that we intended to inform him but he was in meeting. As planned, we stayed back in Nanjanagudu in a lodge that night, very tired and weary… yes just after the first 6 hrs.Since all the rest were from other states or knew less about places of Karnataka, I played the role of guide and ordered everyone to be ready before 4.30 in the morning to leave to gopalaswamy hills otherwise which, we would miss the beauty of the place. We spoke a lil on the way to hill, as many were drowsy and still in sleepy mood. When the tempo traveler started ascending up the hill we moved towards the window to see the scenery. I got a little scared for suggesting this place as one of the beautiful place as I saw nothing very great except for ups and downs of the hills, which you can find in every other place. We reached the hill top and everyone became silent seeing that it looked nothing great All the eyes turned towards me as if asking me “Is this all?” Since it was my first visit too I felt very sad that the view looked nothing great. I ran towards the temple to see if anything s there…. To the left of the temple was a hidden treasure of beauty which thrilled the eyes and filled heart with ecstasy. I came running to the rest to stop them from clicking the boring photos of the other side of the hill and cried out to them to see on across the temple. We climbed up the hill and went toward the hills as temple was still closed. I have seen many mountain ranges, but this one stood different in the way it looked. Not too steep or not too low, a range of hills one after the other which invited to climb up each of it. As we stood their awestruck, we saw the mist just raising from the hills and moving towards the temple and covering it. The lush green grass covered hills invited us to sit, roll, dance and sleep on it. The silence which made us listen the chimes of wind, the fresh smell, the distant view of two deer playing and the temple standing alone there, as if guarding the pristine beauty all made me and of course everyone feel we were somewhere next to heaven. We had lots of photos session and the view was a feast for the eyes. Never miss a chance to sit behind the small rocks there and to speak to your inner” self” whom you can hardly do in your busy routine life. Checkout the video to gift Ur eyes a beauty worth watching Location: In Chamarajnagar district, Gundlupet taluk. 10 kms before Bandipur Time from Bangalore: 3 hrs to Mysore >max of 1 hr towards Nanjanagudu > max of 1 hr towards the betta. Please make sure that you don’t carry any eatables/packed food/drinks and dirty the place cos I would like to see it the same way the next time I take someone else there or suggest the place to any Cheers, Soumya
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