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Naldurg Fort

Riding between Bijapur and Bidar (I think some where after Solapur), Gulli and I stopped by to talk to these local kids. I think they were walking back home from school. We passed by this massive Naldurg fort... I regret we did not venture inside. Hope to visit this wonderful looking fort some time in the future.


That's my Hero Honda Splendor. Great bike it was. We got 70+ kilometers per litre of petrol riding mostly between 50 to 60kmph and occassionaly touching 80. My Spledor was smooth, effortless and efficient through out our 13 day trip circling Karnataka covering close to 3000km. Not even a flat tyre.


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Ghati Subramanya

Travelling back in our loaded Maruti Omni from Kurnool with Dad, Praveen and Anish, we decided to visit Ghati Subramanya while having tea at a dhaba at a fork on NH7 just after Penukonda. The national highway led to Bangalore, while the branch, a state highway went towards Hindupur, Gauribidnur, Doddaballapur and joined NH7 at Yelehanka. Somewhere between Gauribidnur and Doddaballapur, we left turned into a smaller road leading to Ghati Subramanya. After about 2km, we saw a group of boys lugging survey equipment, as we neared them they waved at us for a lift. I was not willing to stop but on Dad’s command we asked the civil engineering students to squeeze in along with their equipment. The loaded Omni was overloaded now… nine adults and lot of material. …the rear doors had to be left open.

As we crawled up the hilly section of the road in first and second gears, Dad went back to his engineering days at UVCE … told us how he and his classmates spent 5 days surveying the hills. Those days, 1960s, survey was a part of the 5 year course. He’s had one hell of a time! We dropped off the boys at the outskirts of the town close to a dormitory where they were put up and we went straight to the temple. I think we had to wait to for 30 minutes for the temple doors to open.

Inside the temple, close the sanctum sanatorium, we stood with other visitors. Dad and Praveen were in the front. Anish and I stood at the back behind a couple, the wife holding her 2-3 month baby looking at Anish with it’s cute little eyes. I was trying to be serious while Anish found the baby amusing. He started making faces at the baby and asking me look at it making faces in return. Serious! The baby would stick its pink little tongue out when Anish stuck his tongue out. I was little worried, what if the husband saw and mistook that we were trying something… The sound of bells during the Mangala-arathi finally distracted Anish from the baby.

The temple is not a very big structure but the mythological story behind it was quite interesting. The story revolved around the Garuda and snake; the reason for their enmity and all. Any time in the future, if I ever recall the story, I’ll post it. People would visit this temple to offer a silver snake idol to the temple, perform pooja and seek blessings to wash away the sin acquired by harming or killing snakes. Once out of the temple, we headed straight to a mobile cart shop, had bajji & tea and then started towards Bangalore.

During this trip, we had one helluva time. Our journey; Bangalore-Chilamkur-Kurnool-Ghatisubramanya-Bangalore. This was my first venture into the interiors of Andhra Pradesh and I was amazed at the state government’s effort into rain water harvesting… lakes after lakes. While travelling between Chilamkur and Kurnool, we took a small detour to visit a small dam and reservoir; sorry again, I cannot recall the river’s name. We saw hundreds of dead fish floating…

Andhra is beautiful, similar to Karnataka in more than one way.

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Sunsets at Bokyapur Lake

I was lucky to see these wonderful sunsets on three different evenings.






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One more sunset at Bokyapur Lake

This is on a different evening.




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Coracle ride in Kali river

December 31, 2006

My second ride in a coracle in a major river. Kali, the river is akin to the name. In this two kilometer ride, first we pass under an ancient bridge, pass by tiny islands on which people actually live, saw crocodiles, passed through mild rapids and finally reached the bank with lot of cover from trees with branches touching the waters.



You should try this once. Jungle Resorts, Dandeli, Karnataka.

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Chikkasiddarabetta



Satish, Anil and me came here some time 2003. We left Bangalore early morning by Satish's Santro, took NH4 towards Tumkur, stopped for idlis at one of the road-side restaurents and parked the car in one of the petrol bunks. We crossed the railway tracks and walked to the hill. Took few pictures of a tree with thick-petalled red flowers.



We talked about college days; adventures, mad driving, friends... As we climbed the hill we spoke more about the hill. What it was like some years ago. There's a small fort wall on the top. The path to the top was littered with discarded plastic bags and chicken feather. There's a tomb of a saint close to the summit. People of a particular community visit to pay respect and pray. These piligrims cook there.






It was not possible for us to reach the summit since we had to do circus... I mean climb steep faced rocks. This hill seemed to be a kind of a watch tower for Paleger soldiers. There's two a small stone structures; one within the huge rocks and another one built on one of the edges. The fall is a couple of hundred feet deep.







That's Anil kneeling a feet away from the edge and acting as though he's falling. Satish was screaming at both of us.

Check out this natural Bonsai on one of the structures.




Standing on the edge was fun!


We saw a passenger train pass by on the railway line and traffic was busy on NH4 which runs paralell to the railway line.





The entire area is full of rock covered hills. We could capture a hazy shot of Shivagange which is close to this hill.



We explored the top and found that lot of rocls had a peculiar shape on the bottom side. We wondered if it was the effect of the wind... Later, during my visit to Thenginkalbetta I learnt that this is the effect of soldiers rubbing their swords on the rock to sharpen them.




The sun was up getting warm. As we explored, we stood at an edge and could see the shadows formed on a rock below. It was fun to shoot it. The three of us in shadow...



and in real...



It was a nice little trip to mark our other trips and wild adventures.

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A day at Sathodi Falls

Dharwad
Sunday, February 10, 2008

A trip planned by - Archana, Haseena, Ajay, Mahesh, Preeti, Roopa, Shilpa, Shweta, Ushalata, Vani, Vidya, Vijayalaxmi, Yasmeen and me.
We assembled at my uncle Prof. A R Desai’s (Hangarki) place. For such a group, everybody was on time, even the vehicle (Trax Cruiser). We started off on our journey at 6.15AM. Everybody in good spirits.
On the highway connecting Hubli and Ankola, heading towards Yellapura, we saw the sun rise to our left, painting the sky around it with crimson and gold. Haseena and Vani started singing (which is a must for journeys)... followed by Anthyakshari – more and more songs. We reached Yellapur and then realized that we over-shot the turn to Sathodi Falls. (Vidya was grumbling that we are not paying attention to the road and we might end up else where)
We turned off the highway towards Sathodi Falls. A narrow road with trees on both sides. As we drove further, the jungle was getting thicker... We passed through a hamlet. Here ends the good roads. Now it was a narrow, winding, dusty dirt track through the jungle.
According to the information from people with whom we had inquired, we were supposed to trek 6 kilometers, one way, with bags laden with food & water. We were prepared for the walk.
At one point, I felt we might be close to the falls, may be within 6kms. I was hungry and asked to stop for breakfast. As usual, ladies opposed... one of the ladies. But I insisted that we stop and have breakfast. At the next turn, we stopped... of course against few ladies' will. As we got off the Cruiser, we realized that we had stopped a very nice spot indeed.
Bed-sheets spread out on the ground, Vidya, Shilpa and Haseena got to make sandwiches while I helped them get things from the bags. I could not find the tomatoes! I was really worried about facing the ladies wrath for being careless! Later we got the tomatoes. What a relief! But I got fired for not getting enough bread!!
By now the four cameras (two digital and two mobile phones) had got busy.

We went on a short adventure climb... all of us. These girls were quite brave to climb through a narrow, slippery dirt path on the edge... one wrong step or slip, the next point of contact with the ground would be 25 feet below.
We decided to move on... packed and stuffed everything into the Cruiser. We decided to trek down to the falls. Talking, cracking jokes, singing, shouting, shooting pictures, throwing stones... most of us had become kids for the day.
We saw tall trees, wonderful flowers, a buffalo (some girls thought it was a wild one), dry stream beds, young tender leaves, bright red wild berries, a beam of sun light through a gap in a tree, bamboo... We picked up stones, pebbles, fallen leaves, sticks, flowers...

As we walked through the jungle, we saw a huge water body just next to our path... a reservoir formed by the dam across Kali river. We climbed down slope and spent some time next to the water. Started pitching stones on the water. That was new to so many! Shot few group pictures.

The weather was humid and getting warmer. We reached a point beyond which no vehicle could pass... Cruiser waiting for us. The falls was just another kilometer from here. We could hear it. We took our bags now and headed to the waters and falls. Vidya, Shilpa and I were the last ones to reach the falls.
The clear fresh water felt cool on the feet. I washed my face and wet my hair. It felt great! The girls had found a good place in the stream to sit in the water. They looked so relaxed. The stream bed was scattered with huge rocks and boulders.
I saw Ajay and Mahesh exploring their way to the falls... trying to get as close as possible. Finding a way through the rocks and water was fun. Hungry!!!

Lunch; so many types of food!! Chapathi, salad, peas, brinjal, lady's finger, a sweet, fried rice, curd rice... the list goes on. I had a heavy meal. And slept off.
This time round, except for Shilpa, all of us went real close to the falls. We spent some time admiring the beauty of the falls, the pond at the foot of the falls, rock formation... We pitched more stones on the water. Vani learned to pitch and was excited about it.

On the walk back, we stopped for tea. As we waited for tea to be prepared, I was attracted by the beach like look of the stream bank and I decided to go down take a look at the place. Shilpa joined me.
We walked on the dry, cracked stream bed... it was still wet and spongy at spots. A little further towards the stream, the bed looked like quick sand. I took few pictures. Ajay and Mahesh joined us. We found some paw prints... belonging to the cat family.
The sun was going down, giving us long shadows. That gave me an idea to shoot pictures of Shilpa, Ajay and Mahesh with their shadows. It was fun!!

Except for Haseena, everybody joined us on the stream bed. More shadows...
What a wonderful day!!!

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Tungabhadra at Hampi

A lonely Basava watching Tungabadhra


Part of the river flowing very slow


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Byadgi Chilly Market

I used to frequent Byadgi APMC (Agricultural Produce Market Committee) during 1999 - 2000 to install an electronic weigh bridge. The work dragged on... staff had real bad attitude to work.




Anyway, we managed to get the weighbridge working.


We saw different seasons of the market, peak and slack. During the peak season, I saw red everywhere; massive heaps of red chilly, women sitting around cleaning & sorting and men filling and weighing sacks and loading trucks.


The place, not just the market, the entire town buzzes with activity; trucks, bullock-carts, material, people, dogs, pigs... The air in the market is strong with the aroma of chilly.

This where I first saw how tough a farmer's life can be. They toil and sweat in the fields for months to get a good yield and bring their produce to the market to be harassed by the heartless APMC staff. Everyone of us, should know what a farmer goes through to feed the country and learn to value food. Never ever take food and water for granted.

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Kelur Fort ~ ಕೆಲೂರ್ ಕೋಟೆ

Kelur fort is the fifth hill fort of the day. The ones visited earlier are- Belur, Wakandurga, Chikanal and Gudur -in this order. In all five cases villages are the bases of the hills.

We drove off Gudur-Aihole road towards Kelur village. We got directions to reach the hill. Motorable road ended near the government school. We parked and I started looking out for a guide. I finally managed to get few reluctant kids to agree. Just outside the village, we walked across a almost dry stream. Five minute walk we reached a pond right next to the hill and very close to the pond is a group of four ancient temples.

Google Map image of the fort and pond. Kelur village is north-east of the fort.


A - Lake
B - Temples
C - Bastion
D - Hollow Bastion
E - Temple

That's Kelur fort


and the temples surrounded by tall trees. Village folk use this pond to wash clothes, bathe themselves and their cattle. Opposite the temples is a small open field, a hang out for village boys. A game of cricket was in progress.


Closer look at the temples. The one farthest seems to be the oldest.


From here we trekked uphill through a dusty cattle trod path embedded with mud-coated slippery rocks. It was still hot. We paused for a quick rest. I wondered how this place would be after a good rainy season ...place would be alive with streams flowing down the slopes into the pond below. Perhaps a waterfall here and there. Back to reality, this region barely received rainfall this season.


One of the four bastions. This is similar to the one at Belur fort. From the architecture this seems to be built during Chatrapathi Shivaji's time. Two of my four guides take a break from the Sun. The boys are standing in a space barely 5 feet wide. One wrong step ...it would be a 30 feet fall.


The other side of the bastion and a rampart wall going up the slope. The bastion is hollow just like the one at Belur fort.


A narrow entry-exit point at the top. Through the opening a horizontal beam can be seen.


The space enclosed with the walls of the fort. Let me introduce my guides; Shivaraj is the one in red and the kid in yellow is Yellappa. Having worked at construction sites in Poona, Shivaraj considers himself street-smart and leader of sorts. Yellappa is his side-kick.


Condition of this bastion is not as good as the earlier one. Some how the boys seem to be impatient to move on.


This is supposed to be a temple of some sort. One of them mentioned that a tunnel from inside connects to the village below.


The boys were eager to take me to the plateau above to show a cleft... Phadi nod-barri. Half a kilometer walk from the fort we ran into shepherds With a good rainy season, a stream would be cascading down this rocky valley.


My other two guides- the one in red-white shirt is Suresh aka Surya and to his left is Basavraj aka Basu in navy blue shorts. These two were the friendly ones. Just below the rock Surya and Basu are standing on is a water-hole in the rocks, a source of drinking water in this rocky hill. Shepherd's use this water all the time. Water is available even in summer.


The shepherds. The man to the left is Shekappa Gadgyappa Chaluri. The goat is drinking water from the steel box.


We take a different path back to the fort. On the way I could see agricultural plots.


Kelur fort ruins. The fort gives a good view of the surrounding hills. No doubt a strategic point for a fort.


I zoomed into the bastion trying to get a look inside the bastion. Its a multipurpose structure; store-house for food grains & weapons, a watch tower, shelter for sentries...


We walk down the slope back towards the pond.


A cactus commonly seen in these hills.


Surya badly wanted me to take his picture with this bunch of flowers. I asked him if it was for a girl-friend. He said he wanted to keep it at home but the boys did nto believe him. They teased him some girl's name. Shivaraj suggested he should be giving either roses or marigold. Marigold!?


One last looks at the fort.


Back at the village, I noted an address to post their pictures which I did.

Back home, one afternoon I got a call from Chikanal postman to confirm the shepherd's identity. Also he was skeptical about the content of the envelope addressed to the one of the boys ...he said its unusual for minors to be receiving letters. When I told the envelopes contained pictures taken during my visit, he was OK.

Next destination for the day was Siddhankolla known as Sidhankal in archaeological circles. Siddanakolla is about 10km from Kelur.


Kelur Fort co-ordinates: 15°58'30"N 75°54'23"E

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