The story of the hanging pillar of Lepakshi is definitely not a new one, but it still does not fail to intrigue. Of the 70 pillars in the dancing hall, one pillar was the chosen one. Hanging from the ceiling in a perfectly straight manner, this pillar balances the weight of all the other pillars around it. Such an immaculate calculation of the place, weight, angle and positioning of the pillar!!!
All over the ceiling in the dancing hall are colorful murals depicting various stories from mythology. Just walking around with head tilted upwards to see these paintings was a challenge enough. So how did the artisans of the bygone eras manage to achieve such incredible perfectionism in their ceiling paintings?
Also considering that their paints were entirely made of natural substances and have managed to survive almost five centuries, makes one wonder about the modern-day paints. It might be really interesting to paint our houses with veggies, fruits and leaves.
Climbing up a few steps from the entrance, we reached the dancing
hall. Interesting carvings beckoned us, but after we learnt the
story behind each carving we were more than enamored.
The center hall is beautifully spacious with a tall ceiling. The ceiling
is designed like a lotus with around 100 petals distributed in 4
whorls.
We were supposed to meet just for a pizza. Then we decided to maybe just go
for a long drive and have pizza on the way back. After a breakfast of crisp,
hot masala dosas and some piping hot coffee at the Bangalore Cafe, we set
off.
We had no idea where we were going, so we decided to go near Nandi hills and
explore some more places nearby. Just as we were nearing the toll, one of my
friends brought up this brilliant idea of going to the Lepakshi temple. So we
topped on the first breakfast with a second breakfast at 'Nandi Upachaar' at
the junction of Nandi Hills and we were on the way to Lepakshi temple in the
town of Lepakshi along the Karnataka-Andhra border.
- The Mighty And Magical Journey Across Eastern Himalayas
By Meera
As we drove down from Bagdogra in India to Phuentsholing, the gateway to
Bhutan, crossing Siliguri, Darjeeling and the eastern periphery of West
Bengal - dusty plains followed by terraced fields in the bordering
district, the journey did not seem laborious or difficult. On the
way, we passed through the beginning of the eastern Himalayas while it was
a pleasure to watch the meandering Teesta River, the Dooars forest and
innumerable tea estates.
‘The Moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to’ said Carl Sandburg and for many of us, this is a reality as also a stress buster. At night when it shines luminously, it makes my life bright and meaningful. With so many imperfections, it is still the most beautiful and the most fascinating natural satellite to watch from our planet with naked eyes. It was time for me to join many fellow enthusiasts and other curious people from around the world to watch the Moon.
I have always felt that when making celestial observations, it is always
better to respect one’s traditions, people’s cultural beliefs associated
with the moon. Since ages, man’s life has been intimately connected with
the Moon and their lives too are woven around it, in whatever form they
are. In fact, the earth’s satellite is represented sometimes as a male
deity or female goddess in different cultures.
The Tuesday morning was dull and cloudy, like most mornings in the recent months in Bangalore. The sun was sufficiently obscured and the sense of time was lost as the whole day looked uniformly grey. With great difficulty, I was trying to motivate myself to begin the day's chores. It has not been an easy task these days with both the weather and the covid scenario keeping most people closeted indoors.
Tucked away in the base of BR Hills is a quaint homestay. I first visited
this place around 2011 and have frequented there pretty often. In this new
'We recommend' section we are starting, I thought I could introduce this
place to all our readers in case a trip to BR hills is planned. This is the
Giridarshini homestay.
The Marle Hoysala temples stand like sentinels in the remote backyard of
Chikkamagaluru taluk in Karnataka. The age-old temples of Marle from the
10th century have stood the test of time despite its neglect. These
unknown temples are just 14 and 17 kilometers from the world famous
Belur and Halebid temples but nobody is aware of this.
Moving out of the tourist circuit, Tharangini and I decided to take
a peek at an ancient temple complex which is not on the map of any
pilgrims or tourists. But since our aim is to highlight unknown heritage
structures, we decided to visit. Making our way out of Chikkamagaluru town
after an afternoon siesta, we crossed many green fields that were basking
gloriously in the afternoon sun. Even as our glance moved from left
to right, it showed farmers were busy harvesting their crops while some
youngsters were loitering around in village corners.
Veeresh, our friend who had been talking about this ancient temple complex
in Marle village drove us to this place but it became a bit circuitous as
even he had forgotten the way. However, a few villagers guided us to this
beautiful complex standing in one corner adjoining a huge water tank. We
could not reach the temples as the road was cut and we had to take a
U-turn and crisscross many dozing cattle to reach the temple gate.
Just like Goa, the French styled city of Pondicherry too is known for its
pristine and crystal-clear beaches. But one does not see the same jostling
crowds on its golden white sands and beaches.
Therefore, a
visit to Paradise Island should not be missed if you want to forget the
world. The beach is in fact, located right at the mouth of the Chunnambar
backwaters. This place is considered a paradise as it is flanked by a
creek on one side and dark mangroves on the other side.
There is something magical when one goes on a winding journey from a
river to the endless expanse of a sea. Traveling in a steamer and enjoying the
windy, choppy journey, I ask you to visualize my thrilling experience in just
three minutes. It is not just the Arabian Sea but even on the Bay of Bengal
and the eastern coast of India, one gets such moments to take up such
escapades once in a while.
As we were winding up our visit to Pondicherry, Loganathan, our
guide-cum-driver who took us to most of the sights in this old French colonial
town, was insistent that we should not miss this incredible experience.
Although we had hardly any time at our disposal since we were taking the night
bus back to Bengaluru, he dropped us off at the Chunnambar Boat office by 3
pm. I was already exhausted as it was a hot Tuesday afternoon and pretty
sticky and sweltering even in the month of January.
A couple of young guys announced that the boat was ready. I looked around
and did not see anything. Then they asked us to leave our footwear and walk
up to the boat. It was just getting more and more curious.
As we walked, the ground looked deceptively dry and cracked from the lack of
moisture. One step in and the underlying clay announced its presence in the
most slippery way. Slipping and sliding along we reached the boat. This was
no place to make a splash in life.
The multipurpose boat was used for both fishing and birding. I was not even
remotely mentally prepared for this kind of ride. As five of us sat balanced
on the rim, hanging on to the boat and the camera was quite a challenge.
There were no life jackets and while others boasted about their swimming
skills, I held on tighter to the rim. Even as flocks and flocks of
spoonbills, openbills, ibis, terns and ducks flew by, there was little I
could do other than gawk.
Earlier in the Otter story, I had spoken about the morning adventure in
Tungabhadra backwaters.This, in an attempt to see the long-legged beauties
that come to these backwaters for some lodging and boarding during the
winter months.Yes, the flamingos.
I had been harping about seeing these birds forever. Pompayya Sir had
put together a fine little itinerary for the day to ensure that I would not
have to leave without seeing them during this visit.The day started pretty
early, still not bright outside as we drove towards Ankasamudra for a brief
stop. Any bird lover in and around Karnataka would be well aware of the
haven this place is for birds from all over.
We were there to
meet Vijay Ittigi and Raju, who were among the key players in getting this
place declared as a bird sanctuary. Since most newspapers have that story,
I'll just stick to my experience here. Most of which was fascinating enough
for me to keep scooping my jaw off the floor.
Their sounds and numbers make their distinctive presence and lifts the
very mood of a person visiting Prayagraj. If people throng and crowd the
Triveni Sangam every year from across the world - not to be left behind,
the gusty seagulls from Siberia come calling for their winter halt in
Prayagraj, the holiest city of India.
For once in my life, I was pretty excited as I was going with a group of
friends and relatives to one of the holiest cities in India, Prayagraj.
Although my visit had nothing to do with anything holy, I had always
wanted to see the Yamuna as she is here a major partner compared to the
Ganga. Although everyone dissuaded me not to travel during the Ardh Kumb
time, my mind was made up and I was pretty curious to see the biggest
gathering of humans in one city, therefore, nothing could stop me, cholera
or the crowds.
As we visit temples in South Asia or South East Asia, one thing that stands
out are the various forms of Lord Ganesh . Most of them are rock cut and
either in standing or sitting posture. Since he is considered as the remover
of obstacles and a harbinger of wisdom and success in life, one can find his
image in every known form in temples across the world. You can even find him
atop volcanoes, in the middle of dense forest, near seaside, on hill tops and
any place that one can think of.
He is one god who has reached the foreign shores and one can see Ganesh’s
various forms in which he is worshiped. Rock cut carvings of Ganesha can be
seen in many temples which are built at the base of the volcanoes. In
Bali, his images in stone and wood are so common that children sell the
idols to tourists on the highway road to Denpasar.
My first view of the Painted Spurfowl was after we had huffed and puffed all
the way to the top of the Mathanga hill to see the sunrise, which
conveniently got obscured by the clouds. But just before we began our
descent we saw the Painted Spurfowl pair effortlessly sauntering
around the top, oblivious to the inhuman efforts needed by a human carrying
a giant camera bag on the back. The male is true to the name with the most
spectacular plumage while the female tends to merge into the background more
effortlessly. Almost always seen together, they are like an epitome of
compatibility. What is their secret?
For over eight years Hampi has enticed and woven its web of magic,
mysteries and enchantment spellbindingly around me. The addiction has me
craving for more and more, as each year I find myself yet again in this
place, to be intoxicated with its never ending surprises.
As much as the ruins have me under their inescapable spell, equally
enthralling is the variety of life that hides, breeds and thrives on these
walls. The walls that protected empires centuries ago continue to
diligently carry on their duties of protecting and safe-guarding various
life forms that now call these walls a home.
Generations of men, beasts, flora and fauna have come and gone, yet
the timeless wall remains - a silent spectator to the stories from
across time.
As a tribute, here are just a few fleeting glances at the walls that are
very much alive even today with the very different kinds of lives within
them.