Karnala Fort Trek

Karnala fort is located 12kms from Panvel on Mumbai-Goa highway. My sis Akki, Deeku, Their friend Ganesh preethi and I left Panvel at around 8:45 AM on 8th May. In just half an hour we were at the base. The place opens at around 7:00 AM so ideally the trek should start then to avoid the sun. Adults pay Rs 20 and children half of that to enter the bird sanctuary. 

Yes, Karnal is also a bird sanctuary that boasts of drango's, owls, Indian grey horn bill and oriole of which I only saw the last. The trek was very moderate and was very nice. 

 

Of course the place would look very lush full after the rains however this was a dry look that has its own charm.

The trek was fun with Deeku around. She kept the atmosphere light by her talks. She would enact TV serials like CID and other Saas-Bahu types that kept us laughing and allowed us to forget the hot sun. 

On the top, are caves and ponds that. We did not try to climb the rock as it seemed a little difficult to get down. Ganesh informed me that this place was popular for the bee hives. In olden days villagers would come to gather honey from here. He also spoke of a Marathi movie that has been filmed here on the same subject. We had our packed lunch and relaxed for a while before returning. 

At the base is another place worth visiting. Yusuf Meher Ali Centre a cottage industry started by freedom fighter by the same name. The centre has 8 to 9 types of cottage industry right from carpentry; pottery; wormy culture; soap industry; oil extraction; bakery; agriculture etc. The place has helped several people from nearby villages to get employment and self-reliance.

Since we were dehydrated on the way back without sufficient water, the first thing we did was bought several bottles of water there. When we did not find any kokum juice an idea occurred to me that we could buy the essence and make some right there. So we did just that. Added cold water and ice and some sugar from the shop and made instant kokum juice.

We drove around the place and visited the industries like - soap, carpentry, pottery; oil etc. However most of the industries are not working on a Tuesday due to power cut.

With some great trekking experience and a ride back to pre-independence time, we returned back home enlightened a little more than before.

100 Years Of Dance

Alliance francaise celebrated the month of April with several dance shows. Especially on April 29^th the campus was filled with music and dance for 100 years of Dance – An exhibition. As I walked into the campus at around 9:20 AM, unlike other days the place was crowded and kids were performing Bharathnatyam, Yakshagana and Katak at the entrance. It was a very beautiful sight. Many artists dressed richly in tradition, gracefully walked around the premises. The music and dance on that lovely morning created a beautiful ambiance.

All students, including our teacher were so attracted to the music that we wanted to be seeing the performance than sitting in the class.  After the class, I stayed back and my friend Seb joined me there to view rest of the performances. All forms of dance were performed there – Bharathnatayam, Odissi, Kuchupudi, Katak, Kathakali and contemporary dance forms.

 Credits for Photography – Sebastian John.

On 5^th of May, I got to view Hip hop dance called Temps d'arret by Miguel Nosibor….As this was the first time that I was watching the dance form, I was totally blank on expectations. So the flexibility and graceful movements really kept me glued to his philosophical theme (title translates as “arrested time”)

 

Credits for Photography – Sebastian John.

Humour!

Author E.B. White once said, "Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind." 

Good humour always interests me. Many movies and stories have jokes that are often very descriptive, but very few of them have good humour. I was speaking to an amateur playwright friend from my French class other day and I mentioned about my desire to act in a play someday, as an old man. I always find them extremely humourous; especially in the plays. There is a look of “that’s obvious” or “that’s irrelevant.” Or “I knew that.” on their face that turns any serious and complex situation into nothing but a repeating history. 

We were discussing creative drama and modern art one day in class; of its intent being not clear to the audience and that the improvisational style driving the story towards multiple interpretations left to the viewer to conclude, serves no purpose. Then, a friend of mine narrated a true story of a playwright. The author wrote several and most famous plays that were conventional in all sense. One day he dies leaving an unpublished play; the play, very different from his previous ones and driving several perspectives. His admirers perform the play. Two shows later when the reviews were out, the critics bragged about their interpretations only to find out later, from the makers that it was a satire on creative drama. 

Recently I watched a play called “The Pillowman”, a Tony award winning black comedy. The drama narrates the troubled childhood of a writer, his stories and coincidental events of its execution, that puts him under the police radar. The play kept us engaged till the end with it’s humourous narration of subjects that can otherwise be very gory. The story neatly knits several  stories by the writer and thus making it not one but a communion of several small stories but with one soul, that of the writer. One of the several good dialogues that I recollect is when a detective narrates to the writer, the story that he has written and gives it a long title, something like - "A little Chinese boy walking on a railway track....." and asks for the writers opinion on the title. "This is the worst title i have ever heard. It needs two commas and a full stop." the writer replies.

I have always wondered how and from where a good humour originates. I knew it had to be situational yet spontaneous; just like it has to be understood by the listener. And one day it came to me; again during my french class when our teacher asked us to complete a few sentences; I got humourous specially on this one - Si tu ne sais pas nager….and I completed it thus – pas de problem, prends ce pont! (If you do not know how to swim….don’t worry take the bridge) :-)

Fête de la Francophonie

During the month of March, at AFB, the French festival was celebrated very nicely. All the students and professors were provided a platform to present their talents. Among many events such as theatre, films, dance, music, wine and exhibits few contests designed specifically for the students, got us all so involved in the festival. And it united our class in a very different level.

Our prof encouraged us to participate in most of the contests and we did – In cuisine, slogan and singing contest. While our classmate N prepared excellent Quiche, she made sure to cook one big vegetarian Quiche as well for some of the classmates who were there to cheer for her. I must say that the dish was much better than the one we had had at Café Noir.

Several of us submitted slogans. When I framed my slogan, Jenn, (my writer friend from the US) who has studied French as well, suggested some improvements. So I call it - “The Indo–US collaboration wins a fourth prize in the French slogan contest”. One could quote this example for globalization, I guess. :-) In my acceptance speech, I took the liberty of being handed over the mike for announcing my slogan and thanked my three teachers I have had so far. The visual media i choose for my slogan was different shades of coloured papers glued to a black background and painted text.

But as always, individual participation does not unite people as much as the team participation does and for us the two songs that we had decided to sing did that magic. We choose one romantic song called – La Semaine Prochaine by Marc Lavoine and a rap song called “Les Mots” by La Rue Ketanou. We had several practice sessions at end of every class which brought out the zeal and enthusiasm in us like we had had perhaps during our college time. So what if we did not win a prize, nostalgia of fun and togetherness before and during the performance shall remain forever. While all other classes had 4-5 participants in their songs, almost 80% of our class was present to participate in spite of it being a weekday. 

Fête de la Francophonie and the classe de Français take me to a world of my choice filled with creativity; with its population that is diverse, both in age and nature; but most importantly who are sensible.

Belur & Halebidu

Jenn, a friend of mine from the US had an assignment at her creative writing course, which she decided o take up in India. Her project required her to be in Delhi mostly and may be in Mumbai and involved working closely with some NGO’s to get to know the subject. But when we invited her over to Bangalore she was very excited and quickly booked her direct flight from Mumbai to Bangalore. 

Jenn arrived on the 8^th after several years of wanting to come to India. It is always interesting how we get to see our city from a point of view of a foreigner and we both become ambassadors of our countries. There are several things to be worried about when one travel abroad and one of the first things that comes to my mind is food. But with Jenn it was not an issue. She loves Dosa’s and other Indian food.We visited Bull temple, Gandhi bazaar and Bangalore palace.

On 10^th we planned a trip to Belur. I first visited Belur 15 years back and then I was a budding artist. The moment we entered the main entrance I saw a foreign artist sketching the temple. That moment stays with me forever. As we hired a guide, he explained us every beautiful sculptures (Called Shilla balike) and the beauty of its intricate carving. One could spend hours looking at them. This was my third visit but the brilliance of this artwork dazzled me like it did to me during the first visit.

Every sculpture of women had a detailed story. It is poetry by itself which one could interpret in their own way. The Guide choose to explain us the most famous interpretation of all. And the beautifully carved Mohini is magnificent.

The temple is one of the finest examples of Hoysala architecture. It was built by king Vishnuvardhana in commemoration of his victory over the Cholas at Talakad in 1117 CE. Legend has it that it took 103 years to complete and Vishnuvardhana's grandson Veera Ballala II completed the task.

We also visited the old city – Halebidu which is now in ruins. Both these temples are masterpiece built by the creative architects of Hoysala Empire.

Belur is around 4.5 hours drive from Bangalore and is a one day trip back in time to the world of great artists whose work can dazzle one for years to come.

A Quick Update!

It is very surprising to look back and notice that almost three months are nearing completion in this year. What has kept me busy apart from editing my blog posts on the North-East trip, are my French classes and DELF exams.

In January I finished my A1P2 of French studies and decided to appear for the DELF exam which are the official French proficiency tests. Thanks to our teacher for encouraging us to take the exam that most of us in the class appeared for the test. She believed in us more than we did in ourselves I guess. J During one of the last few days of class we treated our teacher at Café noir. The cafe owner was happy to speak with us in French. I gifted this painting for our teacher whom I consider is one of those best teachers I have had.

After our classes we had two weeks of break to prepare for the exam which was very easy.

Our A2P1 batch started on 25^th of Feb. New class came with new teacher and new friends. The class strength is 23 and is very diverse in nature. Age varies from 10^th grade school goers to middle aged home makers. The class is full of many interesting people with interesting hobbies like wannabe iron man to designers and musicians.

Six of us who had continued from previous class found this class to be larger in size – 23 v/s 8 previously. But as weekends passed by we all got to know each other very well. Thanks to the Fete de francophonie happening at AFB which is bringing us all together with several group activities lined up.

In-between the classes, the Oscars kept introduced me to some good cinema. The Descendants, Midnight in Paris, Hugo, The ides of march, Margin call and Extremely loud and incredibly close are my favorites. Meryl streep deserved the award for a brilliant performance.

à bientôt

PS – I passed my Delf A1 with great scores. :-)

Guwahati

I continue from here...Kaziranga National Park

3o^th & 31^st Dec 2011

Episode 8 – People Of Faith

Moment the bus approached Guwahati outskirts there was a heavy traffic jam which delayed us by an hour. India is experiencing a drastic change in its infrastructure. A four lane plan from Guwahati to Shillong just beginning and another to Johrat close to completion. I saw construction work everywhere I visited in the past 3 years – Sikkim, Kinnaur and now Assam. So it is, back home too, in Bangalore.

The city looked very lively when we arrived there at 2 pm. Our hotel was at paltan bazaar which is a very noisy place. Hotel Mahalaxmi that I had booked looked much overpriced with grim faced people at reception. A friend of mine had suggested a ferry cum restaurant in the Bhramaputra River. We took buses to reach there and found that we were late and the ferry had just taken off. But it seemed like a discotheque so we lost interest and instead stopped by a nice hotel by name Jb’s which was so similar to Anand Bhavan. They had all of Indian cuisine.

We headed back to Paltan bazaar which looked so pretty with road side shops and lot of food stores. We went to an interesting sweet store that served tasty AssamiPeeta, Rasamalai and many other sweet dishes along with chats.

31^st December

Kamakya temple is one of the most famous temples in Guwahati and we decided to visit the temple. The hotel front desk foolishly tried to trick us by saying that there were no buses to the temple, as though we would not find out and ask them to book taxi. But at Paltan bazaar we got some guidance from localities and we took a bus till the base of the hill on which the temple is. Here on gets a lot of shared taxi. On top of the hill is the beautiful temple carved out of stone. But what we did not know was the time it would take for the darshan here. There are four types you could get to the deity – Free, pay Rs101, Pay Rs500 or be on the queue for army quote. But anyway once you are in the queue there is no difference as each one moves alike. We were there at 8 and by the time we got in it was 11:30 AM, which is horrible and very frustrating.

Fancy dress for Dogs - Some drunkard must have got creative :-)

Meanwhile we watched the devotees praying, offering coconuts by hitting it on a rock and also some priests carrying goat heads. We learnt that these priests are called Pandas. Inside the temple there is a small idol of goddess which was decked with flowers and red or vermilion colored cloths. Four goat heads rested at the base along with other sweet dishes as prasada. Behind the main shrine is a small passage that leads to a cave were a natural spring originates and as you go there the pandas drag you and apply lot of vermilion on your forehead and start demanding money. His eyes kept following me until I offered him and he kept demanding.

This is one horrible experience I always have as a south Indian traveling to a temple in north. Starting from Maharastra the story is same. Priests demand money for everything. Down south it is not so and temple visits are far more peaceful than this and of course no animal offerings down south.

As it was already late we took a shared taxi back to Kacheri and from there, a bus till hotel.

Now we meet a very interesting man. Meet mister Taxi driver; let’s call him Mr. N and N for Natwarlal. N demands Rs550 for Airport, I bargain for Rs400 and we settle at Rs450. N is unhappy and on the way wants to make up his Rs100 he lost from me by adding another passenger. If people did not agree to his price he scolded them and if I asked him to move fast he would demand the other Rs100. In the busy streets of Paltan bazaar he hits a motorcycle and instead of apologizing fires curse words at the biker and then looks at us and say- “I scared him away.” He also prays to the God idol in his car. He makes several stops to gather passengers but finds no luck. I allow him to do so after he ignores my request to drive fast.

At the airport he is stopped by traffic police who noticing the window with tinted guard darker than approved, scratches them all with a pen. He pleads them no to but they just continue their task and finish it within minutes. He scolds them too and drives sadly to the airport. As I gathered my baggage from trunk I expected some drama but he simply took the money from me and left. This was an eventful 30 minutes.

The flight luckily was on time. It was Preethi’s birthday that we celebrated at airport by slicing a black forest. My co-passenger in the flight was a nice gentleman called Mr. Goswami who was basically from Kolkata but works currently in Mysore. He was on duty to Guwahati and would be traveling with us till Kolkata. He admires Bangalore and Mysore weather and considers the weather to be the best in India. But he is concerned about the heavy traffic in Bangalore and the only Kannada speaking crowd in Mysore. It is interesting to receive opinions about other cities from people across India, just like I would have one on every city that I visit and as I compare them with Bangalore. He mentioned that he normally carries bottles of rasagoolas for his friends in Mysore and every time he has to open the container at security check. The man was so kind that he wanted to offer tea to us. But unfortunately the airhostess had no coffee or tea. We reached Bangalore back at around 8 pm.

While driving back home on a taxi I recollected the journey and how diverse this trip has been in terms of travel, experience and people we have met; from trekking to remote villages to safari in a jungle; from Rhinos to kind people of Meghalaya; from living root bridges to bazaars; from forests to cities. I will always cherish this trip and however much I want to return here again I know that there are so many other places I still need to see but memories of this trip I shall carry everywhere else I go.