tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458560680499230312024-03-04T20:30:17.065-08:00Musings of a Sentimental BeingPerspective, Sentimental, Inspiration, Love, and who knows what else.Naresh Ponnanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07164468873557021504noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845856068049923031.post-54837420579224097972013-08-10T01:32:00.000-07:002014-01-25T07:37:23.528-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being IITians we'd got used to the process of making impromptu plans. It was not long before one night we made a decision to go to </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chikmagalur">Chikmagalur</a> </i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">for the next couple of days. It was a long weekend owing to </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eid_al-Fitr">Eid </a></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and that came as a blessing. Of course, there was no plan as of on paper; just that we would drive down to Chikmagalur, visit a couple of places around (read </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mullayyanagiri">Mullayangiri</a></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">) , stay around for the night and leave the next evening after exploring nearby places. As the saying goes "nothing ever happens according to a plan"; so followed suit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />The group consisted of 4 people (Anirudh, Kushaal, Radhey and me); all of us from the same department at college. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The four of us, on the way to Mullayangiri Hills!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The plan of leaving Bangalore by 4 30 am didn't work owing to factors like sleeping at 3 am and not being early risers. So eventually left Bangalore by 7 am and picked up Radhey along. Reaching the first toll gate, we were greeted with the sight of hundreds of vehicles desperately trying to get out of Bangalore. The road was a paltry one, until we reached <i>Nelamangala</i>. It was then that we got on to the Bangalore-Mangalore highway and not long before we are already cruising away at the speeds of 100-120 kmph. </span><br />
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The highway was extremely nice. The roads were laid out beautifully, there were no humps whatsoever and it was a wonderful drive. Google Maps did try to throw us off the road once or twice, but we adhered to our judgments in the end. At around 11 am, we stopped by at a state run bus station and we let ourselves dwelve in the south indian delicacies. We'd loads of Idlis, Wada's and Sambar (Anirudh drank up to 1 litre almost :D). That was our breakfast!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We then decided to take a detour and then head towards <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shravanabelagola">Shravanabelagola</a>. We reached Shravanabelagola in around 2.5 hrs from Bangalore. The</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> scenery all around the road was filled with fields (rice, sugarcane etc) and somehow this felt serene and it was lovely. We stopped by for sometime to indulge in the peace that was all around :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shravanabelagola is famous for housing a giant monolith carving of Gommateshvara Bahubali. He's also referred to as "<i>The Naked Man</i>". Reaching this place takes ones toll. The climb initially is very step and it might be difficult to climb in rainy season. There is a Dholi service for old people who find it difficult to climb up and down. We spent around 2 hours here learning the history behind the statue, going around the place</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and trying to take snaps (esp the part where the focus was on the penis of the statue :P). There were many inscriptions dated back to the 1500 era. The view below from the hilltop was pretty amazing too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was not long before we were on the road again and we wanted to reach Chikmagalur fast. For the night was dawning upon us (it was around 2 PM) and we had almost more than 2 hours of journey before us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We reached Chikamagalur pretty fast (thanks to my over speeding</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> :P) by around 4 PM. And then we'd to expect something which we didn't come prepared for. <b>ACCOMMODATION! </b>We underestimated the very prime factor in a journey and were callous in booking in front for the same. We made numerous calls, and none of them seemed reasonable. Rs. 2000 per night, Rs. 3000 per night, Rs. 2500 with bonfire, some with breakfast, others with dinner and what not. This was for one person. Our budget was Rs 1000 max. Time was running out, as it was almost dark. Around 5:30 PM and this parts of the state, the night descends quickly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then a thought crossed our minds. <b>Let's camp in the Car! </b>This was not a bad idea at all. We had music, we shopped for some food, some toilet paper, tissues, some medicines, lots of water and lots of food (junk mostly). We decided, two of us would sleep and two would keep guard. Then we fixed on - one of us will keep guard, others sleep and we take turns. Good enough. Next major thing - Find a place to camp the Car! We asked around, but we were disappointed to not find anything. We got to know why, the next day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Luckily, one of the phone calls clicked and we found ourselves with a roof with a dinner :D. We had few scares in the dark night after following a wrong guy and being lost but were soon found. All for 850 bucks and it was situated on the hill amongst good greenery. Well within our budget and good place as well. I soon dozed off as I was very tired after driving the entire day. I heard the next morning that the dinner wasn't that great and it was as if someone dropped an entire bowl of chilly powder into the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rasam">rasam</a>. I was fortunate to skip it ;).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We were all ready and geared up for the interesting thing. We were going to trek the Mullayangiri hill. So what's the big thing about trekking a hill, anyone can do it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Right, It was interesting and risk taking as it was the following:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Consisted of drive uphill and then trek on foot. (So what?!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The width of the road hardly fits 2 cars at one go. This reminded us of the 2 goats one bridge scenario. (Hmm.. Go on!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The visibility was less than 10 mts (You said what?)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was drizzling and muddy (For fucks sake!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And lastly, one side of your road is thin air without any bottom. So don't bother turning even an extra inch as that will take you down to the bottom of the hill. (Phew!)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Owing to all the challenges above, we decided that the best driver amongst us take the responsibility of keeping us alive. So Kushaal, undeterred took the mantle. We even posted my phone as a video recorder to record the entire journey (or bits of it) and also serve as evidence in case something happened. (luckily it didn't as I'm writing this post). The video came out pretty well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Radhey was scared all along. He was cursing us left right center for doing this to him :P. But eventually, we reached the parking area pretty safely. We had a scare or two but then we moved on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The trek was absolutely amazing. We were high up in the clouds and there were water droplets everywhere. It was cold, it was windy, it was not easy but above all it was Happiness! It was so much windy that we couldn't even dare open the shutters of our cameras. Meanwhile Radhey took the opportunity to dance around topless :). We were in such a place, where one would leave behind everything. It felt like heaven.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We climbed even further to a small temple on the cliff and I that is where I felt the true effect of breathing as the altitude increased. This was something which I'd always studied but never experienced it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eventually, we came down the hill after a long time and were still surprised to see sunlight below. It was almost dark at the top. It took us a while to get down as we heeded to random directions (Google doesn't work there as there is no signal) and got headed the dreadful way which would have broken the poor car. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So it was almost evening by when we reached </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belur">Belur</a></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. This town is famous for its temples. They all pre-date to the Hoysala Empire. And trust me when I say this - I have never seen such brilliant piece of workmanship in all the parts that I've roamed yet. We spent some time here and started the drive back home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We reached Bangalore around 10:30 PM and had a quick dinner to end it all and then take a deep sigh of relief and fade away into the darkness of the night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In all, an impromptu trip turned out to be one of the most memorable ones. One that I will cherish for years to come. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><u>Oct 18, 2011:</u> </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>She</b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><b>:</b> I was never happy because of you!</i></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> In fact, whatever happiness was transpired
because of you was always short-lived!</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>Me:</b> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Good to
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>She:</b>
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bye forever. I hate you!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">******
signed out of the chat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Indeed, that was the last time I ever heard
from her. It's funny the way some things in life control our emotions and we have
no way but to look at them dragging us along with them. Looking back, I
wonder if all the time spent together meant anything to her! What if she never
loved me? What if there was someone else whom she always loved more than me?
Things; when you try to look in your perspective always end up making u the
king and you start correlating “facts” which mostly are not true and as one of
my close friend had once said to me “Do not ever try to think what the other
person is thinking; you’ll be wrong 99.5% of the times”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Do I regret the time ever spent with her?
No; the late night talks, the early morning calls even before the rooster could
crow early in the morning, the lengthy chats and what not; all have been
memorable in their own way and are still cherished in my not so intelligent brain.
The question to ask is whether she regrets it or not? The conversation above
might suggest that she does regret every minute spent with me and as well might
have been with someone else. But I cannot be the judge of it as I’ll be looking
at my point of view and not hers. This is something which only she can answer.
As I said earlier I cannot answer for her but the least I can do is try to be
in her shoes and try to understand the path she is trying to walk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"> I sometimes wonder if the world would be a better place to live if each one of us took that little time of our so called busy schedule and try stepping in others shoes when it matters the most.</span></div>
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</div>Naresh Ponnanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07164468873557021504noreply@blogger.com5Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.724026199999999 77.2787057 13.2191712 77.910419699999991