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Thursday, September 30, 2010

On the wall of an Indian restaurant in Kowloon


I understood the true meaning of  being "world famous " while looking at these posters in an Indian restaurant - Woodlands - Celebrity Rajinikanth is apparently big here too as tickets for Endhiran are sold here..Did I hear someone say Move over Bollywood  !

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hats off to Bali

Outside a temple in Bali ..

Chinese Lanterns in Kowloon

Nameri National Park

Here is another guest post by Arun Bhat , as he shares his experiences at Nameri National Park , located in  North East India.


The one thing that I will always remember about Nameri is the story that the manager at Nameri Eco Camp told me. �We had two birders from Europe who were keenly looking for some bird on a tree with binoculars glued to their eyes. I heard some sudden sound nearby. Just behind us, a python had caught hold of a goat and was wrapping itself around the poor animal. I was excited and called for the visitors� attention. The python had already started consuming the goat. These people who were searching deeply for some birds on the branches looked back once, said �oh! interesting!� and immediately returned to their search on the tree!�

I do not know if he made up the story. Perhaps he did, but the story gives an idea of avian richness that Nameri possesses. People come from all over the world to Nameri, looking for many rare species of birds. While White Winged Wood Duck and Ibisbill are two most famous residents of the park, there are about three hundred more types that entertain the naturalists. When I think about searching for these birds, I remember a friend�s effort to see the rare White Winged Wood Ducks that number less than a thousand worldwide today. They walked several kilometres deep into the forest that was occasionally marshy and painful to walk through. The ducks were in a remote marshy lake covered with thick vegetation all around it. These people had to be extremely careful not to make noise and not to scare the birds, and had to stand still in a leech infested territory to see the ducks.

I spent just one day in Nameri on the way from Tawang to Kaziranga, so no wonder I never saw these rare ducks. But Ibisbills, the other coveted species, allowed me their sighting. They were relatively easy to spot and were wandering happily along the bed of Jia Bhoroli River at a place where we set out on a raft.

Talking about rafting, the ride over Bhoroli�s waters was an easy one without any rapids. It was more a pleasure ride than an adventurous tumble. The river�s water was so pristine and the forest around it was so beautiful and untouched, it still comes in my dreams and wakes me up with longings to be there.

Besides rafting, the other memory of Nameri that haunts me often is the sighting of great hornbills. Once we were walking over a grassy open patch when a small flock of hornbills flew across to a nearby tree. While I looked at them for a while and decided to move on, another small bunch followed, and a little later an individual. In a few more seconds came another and another and many more, all of them entertaining us with their superbly graceful flight and the swooshing sound from their wings. We paused for next five minutes, counting hornbills that emerged from the forest and flew across slowly. They numbered about three dozens and all of them assembled in a tree somewhere faraway. Just before I was about to pack up and leave Nameri that morning, these hornbills had organized a send-off that I will never forget.

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

A day in Anegundi , Hampi

Anegundi lies across Hampi on the other side of the Tungabhadra. This village is older than Hampi and is said to be the other of the Vijaynagar empire and is believed to be the mythical Kishkinta or the monkey kingdom of the Ramayana

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Im going to be travelling for a week to Hong Kong with my family and may not be able to visit all your posts this week. I look forward to catching up with all of you when Im back...
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Eagle Nest National Park

Blogger and photographer Arun Bhat will be sharing some of his unique experiences in this post as he travels to the Eagle Nest National Park in Arunachal Pradesh

My introduction to Eaglenest National Park happened through a forwarded email. It was the first time I was hearing about this place, but since I had been contemplating a visit to North East India for some time, I decided to take another look. It was a park recently opened to tourists in the remote corner of the country, bordering Bhutan and China. Probing further revealed that the park had a biodiversity unheard of in rest of the country. I wasted no time in signing up for the tour and booking my tickets.

The days before the visit were spent browsing through bird book and remembering names of bird species that I had never heard of, and reading about a landscape that varied so much across the park that you would barely need a sweater in one corner of the park in a season when it snows at the other corner. While the southern edge of Eaglenest was less than 1000 feet in altitude, the other end was more than ten thousand feet high. There was tropical rainforest in one end while the other end sported conifers. No wonder Eaglenest boasted of so much diversity.

Walking the park from end to end and looking for birds in the forest, I was surprised to see absence of any kind of birds I have seen before, except the ubiquitous crows. They came in all shapes and colours, though most of them were small and had bright plumage. The cutias, as the name indicates, were so beautiful that I lost track and nearly fell into a gorge when I kept my eyes craned on one of them and walked behind it. 

The yellow-bellied fantails with their lemon-yellow colour fanned their tails and moved quickly from branch to branch, never stopping to post for a picture. Mrs. Gould�s sunbirds revealed so many hues on its back that I had to stop counting after sometime. It was like being in a bird-heaven full of avian apsaras.

The forest itself was as beautiful as the birds. I walked through paths littered with bright red rhododendrons, bunch of purple wildflowers and trees full of drooping lichens. The thick trees never revealed all the animal life hidden in their depths, but we knew Eaglenest was home to a large number of elephants and an existing population of large cats. They could wait for another visit, but the birds surely kept me occupied and entertained in the seven days I spent at the park.

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Lakshmi Sharath and her three bears

This is no fairy tale, but the setting definitely is like one . I was staying at the Sloth Bear Resort in Hampi-Kamalapur run by Jungle Lodges and Resorts last weekend. And I spent three hours in Daroji,Wildlife Sanctuary watching the bears fight each other while a  mother protects her cub . Here are three bears out of the eight that we saw at very close quarters






Friday, September 17, 2010

My weekend destination - Hampi-Daroji



I am heading out for the weekend , thanks to Jungle Lodges and Resorts who have opened a new property in the heritage town of Hampi , close to the sloth bear sanctuary of Daroji. Have a great weekend folks !

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Some local flavour..


Radha, my friend calls it my eating marathon , but then she knows that I am no foodie. But what probably happened yesterday is a case of taste buds taking over my senses as I relished more than 25 different varieties of dishes, The fact that most of these dishes would never find their way into a regular restaurant's menu made the experience even more delicious.


A journalist friend, Aruna dragged me to South Bangalore yesterday to an event called Aromas of Karnataka where an entire local spread of vegetarian cuisine , representing  every region of Karnataka was spread out for the foodie. I lost count of the many vadas ,  dosas and the rotis I tried as I munched into sweets and savouries..There was Davangere dosa, akki roti , dharwad peda, neer dosa , mysore masala, maddur vada, Mangalore bonda, guliappa and I tasted specialities from Malnad, Karavalli, Mysore, Kolar, Bijapur, Hubli-Dharvad besides the regular dishes.

Chatting with the cooks who got excited as I started clicking photographs, I heard that most of them had moved from interior Karanataka to Bangalore.  One of them shyly posed for me, while preparing fresh sabakki vada. I learnt that he was originally from Udupi and he has learnt many dishes from almost every part of Karnataka..

As I was getting heady with food, musician Shivamani started rehearsing for his concert as a part of the Bengaluru Ganesh Utsav. . Here are the details  for those who want to listen to some music while savouring hot pakoras. Mandolin Srinivas , Pandit Jasraj ,Ustad Amjad Ali Khan, Sonu Nigam and many more are part of this utsav 

As a traveller, Ive always avoided overeating as it creates problems for my sensitive stomach. But local cuisine is something that excites me. It forms part of the fabric of local cultures and most of these dishes, prepared from a simple leaf or a spice tastes heavenly. And sadly, one needs to search for some of these dishes in Bangalore which is known for its cosmopolitan cuisines , but seems to have forgotten its own local flavour ..

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

India through my eyes - colours of sanctity


Selling like hot cakes - mountains of colourful vermillion in an Indian bazaar

Monday, September 13, 2010

Ganesha in Bali - The Goa Gajah cave and more

Last night I had a dream - I dreamt that I was in Bali, journeying under water , looking for an ancient cave. The dream was very vivid - from the clothes I wore, to the colours of the sea, the forests , the waters and the wonderful old cave itself. I woke up , thinking I was in a world of fantasy and realised that the dream was triggered by the  many memories of  my Bali trip.I had just then downloaded 400 pics  and had uploaded a few of them in Facebook.


The memories brought back the rush of my first scuba diving experience , especially for a non swimmer like me .And the first ever monument I set foot in was the mystical Goa Gajah cave temple, built in the 11th century , but excavated only recently. I guess the dream was incepted by these two memories and the many emotions that resulted in seeing the pictures.

" Indian ? Are you a Hindu ? Im a Hindu too ?"This is a line that frequently opened all conversations and also ended in negotiations. We were at the  Goa Gajah temple , near Ubud where my driver mentioned that its a 11th century cave shrine dedicated to the Ganesha and the trinity - Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva , all represented in the form of lingas.


I always thought " Goa " was pronounced like the state, Goa. Later my driver said it meant cave and its pronounced as " Guha" and " Gajah " is elephant. I told him that in many Indian languages - Guha means cave and gajah - elephant and ganesha was indeed the Elephant God of the Indian Hindus as well.

The excavated site has many interesting monuments - tanks, shrines, statues..and suddenly one old Indonesian walks up to me and says " See Buddha..see " ..Im not sure if he is referring to the diety Buddha as this was a Hindu site, but later I understand that he is actually pointing out to the faces carved on the rocks , which is believed to be a diety - Buddha or not, Im not sure though.

I saw quite a few depictions of Ganesha in Bali - the one I remember is a warrior like deity, like this statue that was atop a house. As we walked in and out of several temples in Bali, I was struck by the similarity and yet the difference..We hear a version of the gayatri mantra , while a local vendor tries hard to sell us the Om Nama Shivaya.

Bali Tourism is not just about caves and temples. There are performing arts, local cultural festivals besides adventure activities. If you are planning to drive around Bali like we did, I would suggest that you get yourself a map of Bali before heading out so that you can cover many sites on the way. 

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembering September 11 - New York City



I happen to visit the St Paul's Chapel in NYC, situated very close to the World Trade Centre Site.

I was told the chapel miraculously survived the destruction and was a refuge of survivors and rescuers. I saw a lot of people breaking down as I sat in the chapel for a while and looked around the memorials and the small symbols of peace and sacrifice exhibited there


The Ganesha comes home - India celebrates Ganesh Chaturthi

Frenzied drum beats as towering Ganeshas are paraded in autos ,crowds beating the rains and shopping for their puja paraphernalia , chaos wearing the cloak of a celebration - this is Ganesh Chaturthi , according to me the most frenzied festival . 


And this is just the beginning as the loud pandals, the processions and the immersions are yet to happen. Today however Bangaloreans forgot the slush and the rains and flooded the market, looking for their Gowri and Ganesha.I was in Malleswaram, where the action happens . A  newly constructed building was rented to house the ganeshas that had arrived from Bombay and they landed in hundreds , some of them as tall as 8-10 feet. As mayhem set in, I walked down the market, where the finishing touches were given to some clay ganeshas . 

 




I love festivals in general, as there is so much of energy and colour around. But with all due reverence given to Gods , I am not very excited with the chaos this festival begins. At home in Madras, we used to buy a small clay Ganesha and once we finish with the festivities , the Ganesha is left under a tree and slowly the clay blends with the environment. 


But many others immerse their  Ganeshas - some in buckets and wells in their houses, while many in the seas and lakes around . unfortunately unmindful of the damage they bring to their own habitat. 


Friday, September 10, 2010

Anegundi - Hop on Hop off on an autorickshaw - The Prologue


I know this is a cliche in the travellers circle  - that the journey is far more exciting than the destination itself . However, Ive found this rather true in many cases - especially during my journeys in rural India when  I often dont know what Im looking for or what I will find.

Almost two decades ago, when I was still a college student, I was introduced to Hampi and Badami . And what I do remember about these destinations is the journey . I hardly remember the monuments, but I remember going through the streets, looking for one of those bells that are tied around the cows which I had wanted to  buy. Today , when I visit Hampi , the monuments form a part of my itinerary, but I hardly have the time to enjoy the journey . However what I couldnt do in Hampi, I was able to explore in Anegundi.

I didnt have an agenda when I reached Anegundi. We hired an auto rickshaw and Virupaksha, my guide  took me under his wing. This was his hometown and he seemed to know where to go. This was the first time that I explored a town on an autorickshaw and boy was it a whirlwind tour.. I had a couple of hours before a luncheon meeting with Shama Pawar, a conservationist .

Virupaksha took it upon himself to show me the old gates of the empire, ruins of fort and the village with restored monuments. But the journey on an autorickshaw is what I remember - stopping by to admire the green fields against the boulders, craning my neck to take a picture of a mahal inside the village, sighting half a dozen blue tailed bee eaters on a wire .

We stopped by a small shop to have kitchen , where the woman was cooking on firewood and charcoal. Making conversation with some old women there, we continued to see the saffron side of Anegundi. My story appeared in the Deccan Herald today and although, it was an abridged version, I will be posting the original in the next post.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Lakes of Ladakh - Skywatch Friday



One of the main reasons I wanted to go to Ladakh was to camp at these high altitude lakes. Nestled at heights of 15000 feet and more, Ladakh's lakes - Pangongtso, Tsomoriri and Tsokar are completely secluded from human habitation, but for a few villages like Spangmik and Korzuk near Pangong and Tsomoriri respectively.


The other attraction was of course, the birds that breed here- black necked crane included. The three lakes are completely different from each other, in terms of landscape and you cant be satisfied with seeing just one.

Sharath and I camped in Pangong , where we took our own tents and had a cook along with us, who prepared some of the best momos Ive ever had.

In Tsomoriri , we were less adventurous, where we stayed in a camp , but it soon touched -2 and we were freezing .



We had a very brief glimpse of Tsokar, which looked completely different from the other two lakes. But there were several wildasses here . You can see my post on them here. 


There was a fourth lake that we encountered on the way to Tsomoriri and  it looked like a mystery lake - greenish blue , with absolutely no one around. '
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Old Dwarasamudra - Look beyond the Halebeed temple

A riot of colours interrupted my  journey. The golden sunflowers nudged each other as they carelessly tossed their heads in the breeze. A montage of lush fields bordered by hills with rotating windmills on their summits rushed past . The simplicity lent  a certain charm as I leaned against the trees and took in the silence. This was not a pleasure trip, but  a journey that took me down eons of history .  I was driving through  Malenadu or the hilly regions of Karnataka, in search of a capital town that remained lost amidst the huddled hamlets. 

More than 1000 years ago, sometime in the middle of 10th century, a dynasty was born in the Malenadu regions of modern day Karnataka. They were called the Hoysalas. They were not born kings, but were tribal chiefs who rebelled against the then rulers Chalukyas and went on to establish their own kingdom. There were 14 rulers who ruled for more than 300 years and their reign spread as far as Madurai  in South to Lakkundi in the north . Their capital was initially Velapuri and then it moved on to Dwarasamudra . Today, we know the two towns as Belur and Halebeed. My destination however was the  ancient town of Dwarasamudra, where I was  looking for the remains of this dynasty .

My driver brought me to the 12th century Hoysaleshwar temple in modern day Halebeedu  built by the aristocratic merchants, Ketamalla and Kesarasetti .The star shaped temple, a masterpiece of the Hoysala style of architecture was thronged by tourists who had probably just returned from the visit to the Chennakesava temple in Belur. Dedicated to Shiva and his pantheon of Gods and Goddesses, the main shrine here is named after  the Hoysala king, Hoysaleshwara, who commissioned the temple. 

A guide gathered his group of tourists and announced that there are more than 500 relief sculptures on the outer wall of the temple. I paused by to see the miniature friezes of elephants, horses and the mythical yalis .Stories from the Hindu epics and puranas were carved in stone here. As the tourists posed against the Nandi mantapas, I made my way inside into the temple, where another guide explained the importance of a Garuda pillar. There were carvings of soldiers with swords cutting their own heads.

� These are not just dedicated to Garuda, the vehicle of Vishnu, but to loyal subordinates of kings who faithfully served them. The pillars are memorials  to those who were like garudas to the kings.� Narrating a story from the pillar, he referred  to the sacrifice of a devoted aide Kuvara Lakshma who along with his wife Suggala and thousand followers  ended their lives  after the death of the king, Veera Ballalla II.


The Hoysala kings are known for their style of  temple architecture, but most of the temples  today are either in ruins or  in an obscure village waiting to be discovered .Historical records say 1521 temples were built  while today 434 temples survive across 238 centres. My search for Dwarasamudra took me to some of them. There were ruins of old temples, Jain basadis and even the remnants of an old fort and a palace.

Halebeedu means ancient abode and I found myself in the old village which was once the  mighty Dwarasamudra . The Benneguda hill is a witness to the once powerful empire which ruled from the 11th century capital. An ancient inscription in the village speaks of a battle fought here against the Kalachuriyas by Veera Ballalla II. A few tourists went boating on the lake. Interestingly that seemed to be the foundation of Dwarasamudra, which probably means Entry by Ocean.

The ancient Hoysala kings were ruling from Velapuri or Belur which was on the banks of the Yagachi river. When Vinayaditya decided to move to Dwarasamudra in the 11th century ,he decided to build a canal to channelize water from Yagachi to the new capital. A tank was built and the Hoysaleshwar  temple was later constructed on the banks of the tank. An inscription on the tank gives away the name , Dwarasamudra which later became known as Halebeedu.� It means the old abode and we call it the old residence of Dwarasamudra, � echoed the voice of the guide as I walked away from the throes of tourist into the bylanes of the ancient capital.

Hardly a stone�s throw away but cut off from the tourist circuit is a nonchalant hamlet Basadihalli with three Jinalayas . Dating to the period of king Vishnuvardhan, who was earlier a Jain called Bittideva , the basadis or Jinalayas are enclosed in the old Dwarsamudra town. A family enjoyed their picnic lunch as the watchman conversed with them .I walked inside amidst the rows of ornate pillars and realized the basadis have become the abode of bats.

The ASI board gave us some information. Dedicated to Parshwanatha, Shantinatha and Adinatha, these Jinalayas were built in memory of Ganga Raja, the army commander by his son, Boppadeva and to celebrate the victory of the king in the battle of Bankapura .The 16 feet tall sculpture of Parshwanatha with the four teerthankaras was a highlight of this basadi while the ornate pillars reminded you of the glory of the Hoysalas. Another tall pillar with a sculpture of Brahma stood outside one of them while the ancient well here was almost dry.

The afternoon breeze lifted my spirits as I followed the empty road in front of me .  It ended in a much smaller temple called Kedareshwar constructed by Vira Ballalla II in the 13th century .Ironically, just a stone�s throw from the Hoysaleshwar temple, this shrine was devoid of tourists. An Indian grey hornbill perched on a branch overlooking a water body.

I took a detour and walked past a small hamlet. The Pushpagiri hill looked down upon me hidden by a cluster of small village homes. A gentle breeze led me down a small lane covered by a canopy of trees. As I strolled aimlessly, I stumbled upon an ancient kalyani, or pushkarni or a step well. A bunch of kids played on the steps and looked at me with a tinge of curiosity. The village was called Hulikere.

� Huli means tiger and kere refers to a pond,� explained the watchman there.� This is Queen Shantala Devi �s private pond,� he added with a tinge of flourish. �You know, the security was so steep that even a tiger could not walk in to see her- that�s why its called Hulikere.� I took in the irony of security guards protecting the queen and her maids from tigers while bathing and pottered around. Small shrines adorned the steps of the well, while the fluffy clouds reflected in the waters . Frogs hopped around with the fish swimming blissfully in this heritage pond. Historians feel the shrines probably represent the cosmos with the zodiac signs and constellations.

An ASI guide book referred to a Bhuvanabhurana Catteshwara temple built at Hulikere by Cattaya, a subordinate of King Narasimha , one of the Hoysala rulers. When the king was going to Belur from Dwarasamudra , his carriage driver , Bittideva noticed a desolate temple and asked the ruler to give grants and renovate it. The king gave away dry and wet lands, a tank, oil mills for supply of oil to burn lamps and established a Saivite settlement with two rows of houses . Bittideva also received grants and built the Maideshwara temple and Bittideshwara temple in the vicinity. The area is today identified around Hulikere and Pushpagiri at the periphery of the Dwarasamudra.

A shrill cry of parakeets interrupted my reverie. The children  got over their shyness and were all willing to pose for pictures in return for chocolates .I continued my quest until I see the ruins . With the Bennegudda hill looking down on them, the remnants of the old city stood silently. Around it a strong fort was probably built. The fragments indicated that there seemed to have been a palace here as well, The Archaeology Survey Site also mentioned there were three temples in this complex, of which some friezes still remained.

 A few pedestals, including one with a Linga is in the centre surrounded by carved stones, while a few headless sculptures lay strewn around. This was the capital of a dynasty that once defeated the  Chola,  subdued the Chalukyas , overthrew the Kadambas and Pandyas and controlled the Kalachuryas before being destroyed by internal strile and finally ravaged by the Muslim invaders in the 14th century.

The sky changed colours as dusk set in lending a purple glow. I sat on the steps of the ruined temple and ruminated over the dynasty�s end. Somewhere in the middle of the 13th  century, the Hoysala kingdom was divided between two brothers, Narasimha III who ruled from Dwarasamudra ,and Ramanatha from Kannanur. The brothers fought over Dwarasamudra even as Narasimha III�s son Veera Ballalla III came to the throne. He eventually became the last king of the dynasty. Although he defended his capital , fought his uncle and kept the neighbouring rulers at bay, the final blow came in the form of Malik kafur, a general of Alauddin Khilji who invaded south in the 14th century.

The invaders forced Ballalla III to submit and looted him of 312 elephants, 20,000 horses besides jewellery of gold and pearls.  Dwarasamudra was plundered and the temples destroyed as Ballalla fled to Belur and further south. A few years later, the king returned and attempted to rebuild Dwarsamudra , but the Muslim onslaught continued. As Dwarasamudra was further destroyed, the king fled to Tiruvannamalai , but died in Madurai while fighting the invaders. It is said the cruel blow came when � the captured king was slain and skinned , his skin was stuffed with straw and hung from the top of the walls from Madurai. � Ibn Battuta, the Morroccon traveler who was in the court of Muhammad bin Tughluq, the reigning Sultan at the time records this as I put the history book down  with a heavy heart.

Outside the air became solemn as twilight set in. As the dynasty ended , Dwarasamudra disappeared into the dusty annals of history . Halebeedu took over from  Dwarasamudra and found its place in another map � the tourist�s agenda. The lights came up at the Hoysaleswara temple as the last set of tourists posed for a picture against the monument  and grabbed a piece of history unknowingly with them. The sun may have set on the dynasty a 1000 years ago, but they made sure they left their glory behind in the temples they have built. 

This story was published in Windows and Aisles, the inflight magazine of Paramount Airlines. If you would like to be a part of the Hoysala trail, leave a comment here , with your email ID and we will let you know when we plan the trail. If you would like to go on your own and need a help in planning an itinerary, do let me know as well.