Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Haalu Hampi

Today, I just want to go back to Hampi. What a great trip it was.Absolutely smashing weather(In December)made the trip all the more memorable. Derelict, dilapidated, ruined, the many monuments stand testimony to the ravaging,rapacious act of the Muslim rulers as they wreaked havoc on almost every conceivable structure, which had been so painstakingly built, no, hewn out of stone with amazing intricacy, artisans who had the Midas touch. The Virupaksha Temple,where the pin-hole camera effect is to been, the saasve kaalu ganapathi,the Ugra Narasimha (a stunning monolithic),the Vijaya Vittala Temple and the musical pillars (what astonishing deeds), the inimitable Stone Chariot,the Mahanavami Dibba,where the courtesans used to gather in the evenings, Sita Serugu which shows a good resemblance to the trail left behind by an abducted woman,and a myriad of other small monuments, palaces, elephant stables etc are all to be savoured and to muse about the tyranny of those who destroyed it, possibly not even with a wee bit of regret. Why,Oh Why ..!


The Vijayanagar Empire was the richest, and it is said people never closed doors of their houses in fear anytime, such was the opulence abiding everywhere.And after the carnage, 6 months of looting with the help of thousands of elephants, only half the wealth or lesser could be taken away !


Quietly flows the Tungabhadra, but deceptively,for its taken many a prey through its whirlpools. The Puranadara Dasa Mantapa is on its banks, where the great Dasa sat and penned many a melodious song. What it must have been !


And as we glide along the river in the theppa( coricle) ride, the magnificient granite rock formations appear gigantic in front of you, standing witness over the centuries to all that unfolded. Hampi is a challenge to rappell and rock climb.

Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Yanthrodhaara MukhyaPraana Temple is a very sacred place on the river banks and as we sit on bank and enjoy the 'Baale Yelle' meal served right on the rocks, there's an unique feeling of the serene and the tranquil. One which I never quite had experienced, though I have travelled so many places. It must have something to do with the presence of the divine nearby, the sounds of silence and the merry gurgling of the river as it flows over many rocks and embankments and leaps into tiny crevices and the like. Too beautiful.

Picked up this quote abt it..
"If dreams were made out of stone, it would be Hampi"

Monday, April 25, 2005

My Seduction Ishtyle

Looks like I'm the Fall Guy, and am letting the fallen ones R.I.P. Hard to comprehend now, hard to find, not :)



Your Seduction Style: The Natural





You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.


Aiport Waits & Musings on Arrivals

By some quirk, people arriving from the West ( Europe, US) are always subject to landing in the wee hours of the morning, anywhere between the stroke of midnight to 5 am.. Maybe's it's a ruse after all, I feel, agreed upon by our wily-nily govt and the airlines and all other cahoots in the fray. For upon landing, the first timers to India would drive through quite deserted streets, wouldnt be accosted by the mendicants at the never -say- go traffic lights, not have to choke on the dangerously high level of pollution that would emanate unfailingly during peak business hours, stop and wait for cows to cross the street, not be subject to total chaos of the driving disorders that abide here and last but not least not to wait patiently as processions, protest marches, ministers and rath yatras of every religion hold sway over public streets, in brazen affrontery and callous disregard,devoid of even a modicum of civility even, and troop through like Hitler's cavalcade.

Lets bring it on them slowly, shall we, lest they never make it a mile out of the airport and decide to return !

It was time to pick a cuz bro from the Airport, the carrier being Air India. Notorious for its timings, a second thought call confirmed it as much.. "Sir, its coming at 215 AM only, yes we know its supposed to arrive at 255 AM sir, but it left Bombay early and will be here in the next 10 minutes !"

Now now, cheat us on time and go by IST, we can cop.. But to go backwards in time and launch off early and land even earlier ! Is the bedraggled govt airline trying to make a point here ? Hoodwinked, we make haste..

Blore Aiport sucks when it comes to waiting. Even buying a ticket and going inside to wait offers no solace as the mosquitoes get to work.. And there's jostling as usual by the free-loading cabbies, ever looking to call some lame guy's bluff and rip him off at the onset..It's all become commonplace now, it doesnt even evict a sigh or a sideward nod of the head.

Over the years, I have been witness to a whole range of emotions that emanate on the sight of a near n dear one.. Shrieks of delight and disbelief, you have grown so much, oh is this the baby, choo chweet -come to me putti, welcome home bouquet, hugs and laughs, arriving students walking with a kinda swagger that is usually a concomitant of youth, a whole lot of questions asked in one shot, complains and grievances at the onset about the airlines/immigration/custom officials/food/toilets at Bbay International Airport/ weather enquiries and what not.Especially, if its been some time since the last trip.. India spells trouble !
On the other side are the sad ones, sobs n tears, consoling and solaces, quiet walk offs into the night and the waiting cars.. Just in Time or perhaps never could make it on time, the aftermath of whatever shocks slowly setting in..difficult to stomach..

And the mind almost always reels back to the personal experiences, 2 of them I was subject to, visiting once during June 2001 ,half way through school and returning for good in 2003 Aug.

June 2001, dad gets himself discharged out of the hospital just to receive me.. And the sight is a very difficult one to take in.. Where's the rest of you, Appa? Ravaged by a complicated surgery and subject to a lot of suffering, resembling a man much older than he actually is, dad stands at the arrival gate, a minnow of the man he was, staring thro his glasses, trying to spot me. And I have to blink hard and understand that it is actually him. The bags are dropped carelessly and a dash made to get to him.. Hugs, tears, laughs too.. How he must have waited ! Mom's greyed a bit and has held fort superbly.. Its a reluctant return at the end of the trip, what with doing the mistake of sitting with parents and watching America, America just a day before the return.. ! A Masters scroll needs to be got, thats all there is to it. A Jaggesh movie though, immediately after, changed the mood to cheer :)

Aug 2003 - 2 1/2 years later, this return is for good..Its been a fun trip though, timing and booking my flight from NY so I could join Viji in London as he returned from the India A Trip, thereby able to watch much of current India's cricket stars at close quarters and get to shake hands and make small talk with some of them on the long flight from London to Bbay.. Hemang Badani, S Sriram, Irfan Pathan, Balaji, Shiv Sundar Das etc, best of all Viji himself ...

And the arrival is much better this time at Blore, much of the Tinni's gang is there, we have 12 huge pieces of baggage between us ( mine 6 suitcases, i'm relocating sir ), his huge cricket kits..Again, dad stands at the gate, refusing to stay home inspite of the cold, and has shrunk further..Pheww, it must have been daunting, old and lonely.. and mom's again held fort awesomely.. Can't thank her enough.. there are 4 cars to choose from and everyone's hungry at 5 30 AM.. Parents are bundled off into unc's car and sent home.. We Boys take a different route, go through shankarpuram and park right in front of Brahmin's Coffee Bar on Ranga Rao Road, famous for its idli vade and eat Idli/Vade/Kharabath at 6 am, greeting the morning.. Mom can't believe it .. You landed and headed virtually straight to the idli hotel ! :))

And as we headed home, the kinda helpless, frustrated feeling that was on the flight back home was all gone. Sure, the return was decided long back, but as I left JFK that day, it was like I didnt make the grade.. the last frontier wasnt conquered..Visiting Boston and MIT/Harvard didnt help, watching students kayak on the St Charles River, getting drenched in torrential downpour in Times Square /Wall Street ( reminds me of a cold send off)and hence missing a visit to Central Park the day before departure .... All of them vanished in next to nothing as the new job and setting the house in order became the top priority...

I digressed, again.. Thnks for putting up if you got to this line !!

Absolutely Gutted at Tinni's

Yesterday was Sunday, April 24th.. Dr Rajkumar and Sachin Tendulkar's bday.. Towering Personalities, larger than life chars yet ? Just a passing thought..

And we took to the cricket with all fervour as usual, in the evening. Evenly matched teams and a competitive spirit..

First Match : Chasing 27 -odd, Viji is playing classily, but an uppish shot, he's gone...It boils down to a few of the last over, Johhny ol 'boy,wily, comes to turn his arm over, mua on strike.. We scramble thro for a couple of singles, Memu fumbles on an overthrow and I make a mad dash and get 2 more..! Manage to pick a slower one and hoick it away to two.. 2 of 3 required.. Surely, we can get it.. A slightly faster, fullish delivery down the leg, I go for the flick.. it flies off the leading edge and Memu makes no mistake..:( Should have waited, should have played it softer.. PHUK ! We lose by a run, its not fair ! We were in the chase.. and how. Nerves !

Second Match : Chasing 24 ,Viji is anchoring the chase, but falls again... Again,it boils down to a few of the last couple of overs, Sanji and me pick up a few more singles, run them hard.. Been sweating, didnt realize.. Surely, we can get it this time ?? .. But wait.. Budan sends in a fast full toss, I instinctively go for the flick, it races off like a bullet..Straight to Raghu though and he catches it at neck level.. Done in again by the only shot I play decently here ! Should have waited, should have played it straigher... PHUK, PHUK ! We again lose by a run or 2 ! Absolutely shattering for our team..

Manage to win the next game, still lost the series 1-3.

So Near and Yet so far.. as is often the case at Tini's.. Terrific sessions, closely fought games,frayed tempers, matches not won till the last ball is bowled/last run scored/last wicket taken..It's not over till the Fat Lady Sings, says Ravi Shastri.. Which Fat Lady ? Crappy Cliches..

There's none greater than the Game ! That everyone will vouch for.. and head to SLV to gorge as usual.. :)

My Brain Gender - I need Love Potion No 9

Ya, I took the darned quiz, a dangling carrot, curiousity killed the cat.. and my grey cells were rated feminine.. Take it if you dare and be honest in letting the world know.. :) But I'm a tough cookie.. !! Over baked and tempered..

I'll retake this quiz though.. ! Mondays are always clouded vision and hang over , hang dog types ... WTH, i've been nitrogen contaminated as well, I was diving in Goa just 2 days back !

http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Searchers_The/Miscellaneous/Love_Potion_No_9/234416.html



Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male



Your brain leans female

You think with your heart, not your head

Sweet and considerate, you are a giver

But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!


Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Vidyarthi Bhavan - An ATG

Vidyarthi Bhavan lies in the heart of Gandhi Bazaar, one of Bangalore's better known market places, and which bustles with life from dawn till the late hours of the evening.
There wouldnt be too many in the local populace of the surrounding areas or even many parts of Bangalore who wouldn't have heard of Vidyarthi Bhavan, such is the fame associated with the place. For the uninitiated, lest they think otherwise, lemme first say it a small hotel
that is famous for its Masala Dosaes ' and only that. And how famous !
Not for nothing is it called an ATG ( All Time Great).

Inconspicuous it may seem for the first timer and also make-believe what the brouhaha is all about and, surely,unwarranted. For it's got no decor, let alone any ambience that can be inviting and surely there's no music being played at any given time. There are no plush interiors or
cushioned seats to ensconce oneself into. Why, the tables and the bench seats have been the same since as long as I can date back and all they have probably got is a new coat of paint.
The air inside is either damp /hot/stuffy, there are no vents to the outside and the few fans that whir away from the ceiling do little to alleviate anything. Space is always/or mostly at a premium in this long and narrow place, which is just a few feet wide wall- to - wall and runs long like an alley into the interior. People jostle for space in this little area, trying to find a seat as quickly as possible, prying on the tables /plates of those eating, doing their best to figure out who is close to finishing and vacating their seats ! And its located in the midst of the thriving market, between so many shops plying their wares and the fruit and veggie vendors always crying for attention, that one can just walk past it without noticing.

So whats it that draws people to this place time and again, unmindful of what all little
discomforts they have to put up with.. Its the Masala Dosae, as kannadigas would call it.
And eating is believing here ! Folks, I 'm no mean connoisseur of MDs and have sampled them at various places across the country and outside, including the ubiquitous Davangere Benne Masalae, whose franchisees seem to mushroom all over the place(Blore) of late and ppl throng
its small self service joints to binge on the DBMD. Vidyarthi Bhavan though, in my opinion, stands out from the rest and though the difference between it and the others might not be as clear as daylight, there's only a distant second and none too close. I'm sounding really partisan here, ain't I !

Vidyarthi Bhavan is/has been a favourite haunt when the rains come. What the heck, the streets have just been awash with the downpour, the whiff of the rain drenched mud is one to savour and as the rainbow breaks out, you should have no misgivings about wanting to gorge on hot pakoras or Kaali Dosae at Dwaraka( another vintage place), but best of all the Rave Vade and the Dosae at Vidyarthi. Its the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.. :)

And so it was when it poured last Sunday and we were deprived of our cricket session at Tini's ,
Katte, Gunda, Viji and me made a unanimous call that we had to satiate our craving at VB and
set out among the puddles and the ceasing rain and squelched through all the filth washed up by the rain and entered VB. The showers had brought about a change in blowing some cool air thro the hotel and surprisingly the place wasn't too crowded, most folks still waiting for the rains to abate. The only thing we can order besides a MD is a Rava Vade, so the orders are pretty obvious and while we wait for the Dosae we nibble on the Vade.

A sight that catches your gaze is the ingenuity of the waiters as they scurry in and out of the kitchen, pulling of balancing acts of 10-12 plates of Dosaes stacked on on top of the other and never slipping anytime. There's a perfect 10 balance, if you can say so !
The dosaes are finally laid out before us, piping hot and the roast simply perfect to the last crumb. Surely, this kinda resembles the perfect bread toast one can ever wish for, dabbed with butter which is melting by the minute ! The crust too is just the right thickness, a far cry from the pretentious stuff we get at other places, where its so powdery / sharp, that as Gunda says, we end up with bleeding gums by the time we are half through it. Else, they are of the soft n soggy and sour dough combination type.. Thats the pits !

The first dosaes are devoured without much ado and small talk and the only sound is the murmur of appreciation from all of us and the shaking of the head as if to say there's no beating this.. no other place would serve dosae that would break just the way we want it,
or has just the right amt of potato palya inside.. The second helpings too are ordered without much afterthought and they vanish at a slower rate this time, helping out each other ..
Easy does it brothers, we are catching on in years, and this might yet come out of our ears !

And the clintele are there to vouch for all this..Vidyarthi Bhavan dates back years in time and is seemingly ageless. Yes, they have been coming from years for the vade - Dosae tiffin and to exchange news, gossip and pleasantries over coffee. From, the college crowd who pool whatever small change they have and delight in sharing the spoils, the burgeoned well to do middle class (much of it thro sware), the pensioners who enter in lil motley groups and reminisce about their younger days at VB , while deploring the current state of affairs of the govt and the spoilt youth and anything else under the sun, the from- out-of-state junta who leave in nearby apartments /Guest houses to Bawari Lal, whose job as a chief sales guy/distributor for a well known pharma company fetches him a monthly profit of 75 Lakh, all of them flock to VB for the gastronomic adventures that can be so luring. Never mind the wait inside or outside, rain or sunshine, or all the pricking health clips in the the newspapers crying themselves out hoarse about calories,cholestrol, LDL, HDL and the walk- water -diet formula.. Whose bluff are they calling now ! Surely we do all that so that we can partake of a VB special once a while..
All for a price as they say.

The formalities dispensed with, Viji and me trudge back to katte's house near A.P.S College, walking through D.V.G Road and then deciding on whim to go through Bugle Rock..
It's been made beautiful now by ex -Mayor Chandrashekar who revamped the whole Hanumanthanagara Ward and spruced up other places as well during his tenure..
Lush green abides in many places and the air is filled with the sounds of the cricket and the croaking of the frogs and the gay chirping of the many birds that have made this park their home. Works of art have resulted in an impressive display of Karnataka's literary giants
like D.V.G, Da Ra Bendre, Kuvempu, Sir M.V to name few, all of which run around the circumference of the base of the water tank, elucidating the achievements of each, perhaps implicitly goading the onlookers to try and emulate them, or atleast instill a sense of pride that such people once lived in Karnataka and contributed in no small means to its heritage.

Bugle Rock rekindles memories of many a childhood summer, where we caught tadpoles in the ponds and brought them home in small plastic covers filled with water, played hide n seek, where we clambered to the top of a sloping rock and slithered down its smooth surface or simply gathered the cork fallen from trees to pound them and make 'cork' balls for cricket.. Sigh, those were utopian days.. :(

A cool feature is the music system and the many speakers that have been installed around the walkways and other strategic places in the park, not immediately visible, but as you walk by
you notice music wafting out of the ground and take a closer look. We get to hear Michael Bolton crooning "Said I loved you, but I lied, Said I loved you but I was wrong...." Its the local FM station. Better off for the venture, we trudge out of the other gate and go and take to carrom at katte's place.. Ashwath Katte, who wife Kavitha is India No 1 in carrom and whacks us pretty bad in the championship board she has :)

Its been just another day in Paradise, sans the cricket.. No one's complaining, VB filled in the breach and rest assured I would be an ardent Vidyarthi of it .. I am caught in its vice !