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She Is Who She Is

Posted: March 8, 2018 in My Silly thoughts, POEM

She is compassionate, loveable, powerful

She is a home maker, developer and pace maker

She visits space and flies jumbo jets

She fights for justice and helps the needy

She is an author, baker and singer

She is a hostess in air, on water and on soil

She is who she is

She is a mother, a sister, a wife

She is a woman

Wish you happy women’s day today and every day

I was very small when I watched Ikala Kambala years back with my dad, I was his tail back then. This time when I pleaded my dad to accompany me he said no saying “girls dont go to watch it, anyways I am busy I cant come”. Direct “NO”, didnt stop me from visiting the Kambala. I booked a auto and went on my own, listening to my mom rapping “girls dont  go, cant you listen to your father, …”. I wasn’t surprise to see many women sitting and enjoying the sunny Sunday watching the Kambala. Lairs!

Slushy paddy filed track in which buffaloes run with their handler.

Getting ready for their race

The race is always intense. The buffaloes which compete in Kambala are taken care like babies. The food they eat, the bath take is always monitored carefully. Those buffaloes sole purpose is to run in this slushy muddy water and win the race.

The race is always intense till the nth minute

The handler who runs with buffaloes apparently runs barefoot, by the end of the day the skin peels off from his feet.

Many people will be there to help the buffaloes and the handler. They try to calm the buffaloes and get them ready for the race

One minute their are calm and second minute they are restless

They are focused and dont have time to look at a silly and smile for the photo

On my request they posed like a family.

Its goes on and on. Sometimes one pait is ready while other is not, by the time both the pairs are ready 2o minutes would have passed

And the great photo bomber.

Buffaloes are oiled, bathed like bride grooms before the race. One cant stop envying seeing their shiny skin. Dont even ask about the muscles, its just perfect. And those handlers, they have 6 packs without even seeing the face of GYM:)

Buffaloes with their handler. I am sure all three of them have a nice understanding after all its a team work

White, orange or pink anything for the big day, no one gives a rats ass about stains.

For the special day their are decorated with all fancy ornaments

Its always a chaos before the race back there, one need lots of patience and zeal to watch the race

When the buffaloes run people forget everything and just watch the beauty of the race

I was holding the breath, seeing them run.

Isn’t he a cutie. I was almost tempted to take him home with me.

It was exciting to sleep in a tent but not in the coop of loud snores. It looked like there is competition in snoring, literally. Except for the tents occupied by women almost all tents had snoring source, loud, louder and loudest. I was so tempted to get up and throw a shoe on the adjacent tent. Boy of Boy, even Kumbakarna wouldn’t have snored like that dude.

“What did you tell about the girl dude, say again. I know that girl from long time”

“Tell me, what did you tell about the girl”, he was demanding for an answer now, followed by rattling sound inside the tent. In the pin drop silent night, definitely except for the snores, even moths were silent, when I could hear two guys, definitely college kids, having a argument over a girl.

“I know her better than you macha, are you gonna hit me, go ahead, hit me” and then rattling sound from inside the tent. It was 2 AM in the morning, even sun wouldn’t have woke up from his deep slumber, to be ready for his early chores. Given a chance those guys would have started a war, torn each others chest, just to show their ego. Creatures with bells!!

Darn, how i wanted to get up from my sleeping bag, go there and whack those boys. Those bozoes were still arguing, telecasting from their radio station. It went on and on.

“Hit me, go ahead hit me”, It sounded intense, I almost put on specs, pushed my bedsheet, enough is enough, when a stud firm male voice, which would have rocked whole Sandlewood Industry said “What is this guys, in middle of the night, you have girls companion with you, be responsible, there are so many people who are trying to sleep…” It sounded like gyan but I like the stability in his voice

“sorry sir, we will go to sleep” a weak, guilty voice assured

The firm voice continued “Learn to be responsible, it is not only you who are on the trek..”, defiantly gyan. If I would have gone to talk this tent, there would have been a sea of laughter for my gyan would have started “In midst of  this snores, when we are trying to sleep, what problem you having sir……”

“Sorry sir, Sorry Sir, we will go back to sleep” guilty voice sounded more guilty by then.

When everything went silent the guy in adjacent tent started his varieties of snores, some point like boiling water and some point like the bubble traversing to the top of water surface. I have heard only my dad’s and dog’s snoring which are almost similar. But this guy was different, , must tell he had talent. Finally when I was able to sleep It was dawn

Early sun rays when kissing the earth

Try to start the trek to the peak as soon as possible. Once the sun is up its bit difficult.

Carry only the essentials, water, a hat, snickers(chocolates), dates, lots of energy and a attitude that “You can Do It’

Trek looks easy but it isn’t. There was this one guy who had to go back because of the blisters he got on his feet.

We met few girls on the trek, who said “they couldn’t make it to the peak so they are going back”. I felt sorry for them. Life might give you second chance but you have to make it most of it when its first.

Sun was up early, happily welcoming us with wide open itchy rays.

Vishwa Nayaka

We met a group of men who were trekking bare feet, its never been about fancy things for them.

She followed us till the top. I tried to bribe her feeding the biscuits to be by my side but she kept on changing her companions. She knew the ways better than everyone,later i got to know she treks to the peak every day, following the trekkers.

And I give you “The Lion King”

Guys I tell you!

I dont know why I felt it like Ashok Vatika(Where Kidnapped Sita was kept). It was hot, shady and kind of magical.

Climbing was easy but not the descend.

Even it looked tempting no one had the guts to  pluck one and eat:)

Finally the peak!!.

God has to be there everywhere, even on the top of KP.

Humans are the only one living intelligent but stupid creature who can ruin anything, even the environment. We tried our level best to give something back to the nature by picking the plastics, tissue papers, biscuit wrappers.

She knows her way too well.

The trek was mixture of everything, we had sloppy trails, rocky trails and then the trail through the sheltering forest, trail filled with sharp stones. When our bottles ran out of drinking water, we drank fresh, icy cold water rushed through the mountain. There wasn’t a sad or dull moment on the trek. When it was silent somebody fell or somebody picked interesting topic to discuss

While descending I fell many times that I started to slide holding the grass for support saying “Where There Is A Will, There Is  a Way”

The trek back to Subramanya was crazy. we were at Bhattara manae, it was already 5 and  getting dark. Imagine carrying your heavy bag, sleeping bags and descending. It was freaking me out and driving me crazy. Some one gave a wooden stick and then the descend began or you say the race. That was one crazy stretch I walked , without taking a break, sweating head to toe. While moon laughed at me when I stumbled every minute, I still kept walking.When you walk 20KM’s in a day you can see the magic of your feet saying “stop” in its own way. Still I walked. I was thirsty, tired but nothing could stop me. To add to the cart my bad was calling me like super crazy as if I have to send him the OTP or else his bank transaction will fail.

I  met some college kids on my descend, who were nice enough to illuminate the trail with their torch and wait for me until I complete one step followed by one Hail Mary.

There was a moment I felt I cant make it without breaking my bones but when I finally reached the location I was over the same mocking moon drinking cokum back to back while sweat poured down my face. When I removed my shoes there were blisters on my feet smiling at me. Some souvenir’s will become part of you on your journey. My dad had the beat the record by his 21 missed calls.

That night we had dinner in Kukkae subramanya temple, it was different, tasty.

When we reached Bangalore, next morning, most of them were limping. My legs were screaming with every step I took, so definitely it was a sick leave. F*** the trek I screamed for 3 to 4 days, but when the pain finally said bye i was a happy person. KP was stroked out of the list

Some handy Tips:

-Carry only the essentials:No one is going to see your teddy bear print night dress.  Try to pack minimal because we have to carry all that stuff like a donkey till Bhattara Manae.

-Try not to eat Green Gram, ladies finger, dal, chickpea or any other kind of thunder causing veggies. If you are not so “poop-anywhere-anytime” person, think before you eat.

-You can bath but considering the queues and surroundings its best you keep your dust for yourself for two days.

-Carry nuts, dates, snickers and any instant energy boosting snacks.

-Pain killers, sprays and necessary tablets

-Its better you carry chapathi’s and jam will be handy if you want to start the trek to the peak early in the morning. If you are dependent on Bhattara breakfast sun will be risen and dancing on the top of your head by the time you start your trek.

-Make sure you pick the right shoes, they are going to be closer than your sweetheart for the next couple of days.

-If you find any walking stick, grab it and dont lose it until you complete your trek.

-Be responsible and dont litter, if you cant clean the nature you dont have the right to spoil it, keep you hancy-fancy garbage to yourself. We know you like plastic but nature doesn’t

-Bhattara mane food is cheap but doesnt mean that you can waste it. His maintenance is poor but dont take it for granted.

-Try to minimise your snores for couple of days, remember there are people who dont snore around.

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Yana AND Gokarna- Day2

Posted: November 17, 2017 in My Silly thoughts

Dubansisi Beach, where we stayed

Did I tell, we slept by the sea in a tent listening to the waves fighting

“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”

Model:Fellow traveller, photographer and pose direction by: ME , Me, Me

Gokarna main BeachLook I capture dragon fly:)

Anyone for fresh,live fishJelly Fish

That’s Squid and sardine

The more I saw the sea the more I was tempted to buy land and settle there. May be fishing on every alternative days and a dip in the sea every freaking day

Village people are always hard working

Nothing can stop me, I am unstoppable(If you want awesome, natural picture of yours ping me, I am cool photographer)

Some people dont have the privilage of retirement life, they have to work till their last breath

Kudle beach

Smile

I felt really sorry for clicking this picture without their dads permission. But then he clicked ours , so now we are even.

Pub hopping is fun when you are drunk on the alcohol, breach hopping is more fun drunk in the beauty of nature

Om beach

Om Beach, If you see closely you can see the OM

Beach hopping/beach trek wasnt that easy

Half moon beach

“Ajji, can we take your picture”

“Hey boy, you give me 100rs and take a pic.”

Who knew it was difficult to find old women in their regular clothes else I would have paid 100 rs and clicked several pics in all angels.

A boy from the tour: “Dont worry Lobo, I will show you her husband and you can click his pictures, as much as you want”. And When I saw her husband I almost fainted, he was dressed in loose old tshirt and just a cloth around his sagging waist.On the tiring trek, those little colors were encouraging us to keep moving and never to stop

The tiger from Punyakoti story jumped from this rock and gave his life away(I was telling this to the city kids:))

Ladies your Stilettos  doesn’t work here.

Definitely not for the weak hearted

Paradise beach

I just wonder what my dad has to say if I decorate our chikku tree with the beer bottles. might pat my back or whack my butt?

Deep thick jungle where I was the crowing crow along with other crow.

Belekaan, our last beach

Except Blacky(black lab mic in red belt) all are strays. They may not have owner but sea provides them the shelter. In the cool night they sleep by the sea shore under the blue open sky.

Breach trek route:Dubansisi beach-Gokarna Main beach-Kudle beach-Om beach-half moon beach-Paradise beach-Belekaan beach

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Continuation of: https://snlworld.wordpress.com/2017/11/15/yana-and-gokarna-day1/

you lift your leg and I will lift mine

This is the first trip I was travelling with all strangers except one. I wasn’t hesitant(totally not me) but as I was dying to see Yana I packed my bags, keeping a open mind and empty pocket to be filled with memories

Old though, inst he darling by the sea

That is the washroom. Who said Indians are’nt creativeYana. Always wanted to visit after watching the Kannada movie “Nammura Mandara Hoove”. Might be just rock but the caves are so huge and cold. According to the Brahmin who serves in the temple, water flows all 365 days to the small temple outside the cave.

Surrounded by lush green, Yana was a remote place

Camp Fire and tents by the beach, Fancy! right. Follow the nomadic Kaadboys and strike out all places from your chembu list(bucket-list).

I slept like a hog. No mosquito, no bugs but only the melodies song sang by the sea

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He might be lone but not sad. He is hopeful for better future enjoying Bangalore’s(Richmond Road) semi hot weather .

Where It Belongs

Posted: July 25, 2017 in My Silly thoughts
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I had picked “To Kill a Mocking Bird” from library. Old book with the edges turned brown I didn’t bother to check the book thoroughly. It was later that day when I was turning the pages something caught my attention

As long as I watched the pic I was drawn to it like bug fascinated by the burning lamp. I should have thrown the picture when I found it but I couldn’t. Three kids, aged between 8 to 14 sleeping next to their father on an old bed; which is spread on the bare floor probably in the hall. “Where is your bed cover?”,”pillow without cover don’t even think about it”, “Where is the mat” my mother’s shouting boomeranged in my ears when I saw their bed’s condition. Men are ignorant (known fact). While father was proving my point I wondered about their mother. Was she alive? Was she busy washing the utensils after a heavy meal or she is the one who captured the picture? I would like to consider the later part, at least she enjoyed a little bit being a woman. Slippers and footwear’s near the wall which was stripped of its dignity; the paint, multicolor defiantly not matching door curtains, old flooring made me wonder about their financial condition.  Is their own house or were they visiting their relatives place somewhere far away in village. When my mind was turmoil I consoled it “They were just visiting their dead granny’s house, which was locked after her death else why footwear in the hall”. “May be they had footwear biting dogs like mine” sometimes reality justifies itself. “Their mother is real beauty” I said seeing the kids. “As no one resembles their father”.

Outstanding factor of the picture is the bond the kids shared with their father, trying to get the closest spot next to him still makes me smile. Their father is their super hero, you can see it on their twinkling eyes.

It been almost three years, the photo still rest in the book where it belongs. Occasionally when I see the book I take a minute or two to see the photo, it never fails to enthrall me