Sunday, November 08, 2009

Gingee ஆங்கிலம்













I am not crazy about forts although I always wanted to visit Daulatabad. But guess I will end up enjoying Daulatabad thanks to Gingee. This fort takes the cake for defining the word impregnable

Well it is very accessible...just off the Tindivanam-Tiruvannamalai road some 160 km from Chennai. Easily reachable within 3 hours from Chennai.

The impregnable for the long gone warriors of yore whose physical fitness was far better than us urban cowboys. At least that is what the history of Gingee says.

Its history is rich contrary to its popularity within tourist circuits. Cholas, Hoysalas (Krishna Deva Raya), the Carnatic nawabs, Marathas led by Shivaji, Hyder Ali and then Tipu Sultan, the French, the British and finally, the Archaeological Survey of India...the ownership and care taking of the fort passed many hands.

The Gingee Fort complex is spread across three hills with each hill hosting a separate fort. The first hill is the biggest one called Rajagiri. As the name suggests, it was the Capital and most impregnable partly because it extends 300 metres high. The structure rests over and around a large rock. the citadel of the fort is isolated by a deep chasm that can only be crossed by a wooden draw bridge. The draw bridge of yore is now replaced by a permanent wooden bridge.

The other two hills are Krishnagiri and Chakkilya Giri. I could not visit them. Rajagiri, the biggest and grandest of the three took all my time and attention.

This fort culminates Hindu, Muslim and European influences with ample space for each.





































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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Lodi Gardens

It is ironical that the most peaceful place in Delhi is the garden that houses the tombs of the least prolific dynasty that ruled the land. Probably this was their claim to fame. They gave Delhi the best urban oasis in Asia.


The Lodis were not known much for their rule as much for losing their domain to pave way to the Mughals in India. But they did build some fine gardens that happened to be my object of interest in Delhi.

The Lodi gardens is a vast sprawling complex of tombs set amidst a pleasant garden such that the tombs become a part of the park rather than the park serving as a landscape beautification to the tombs.

My three day visit to Delhi culminated with a walk through the park.


















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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Appikonda అప్పికొండ

I lived not more than 6 km from this place for 10 years but never visited it.

Pity! I missed a great place to call my own.

Lone hill and clear sands...

...not to mention an ancient temple that froze time in itself.

2009 would have been a bad year for travel with me.


...but for a few good places to take my camera along.

One of them is Appikonda, some 25 km from Vizag.



Someswara temple on the sea shore at Appikonda. Believed to be around since the 12th century AD. Looks like the ASI never found it. The temple seemed as if it was never renovated in all these 700 years.



A lazy morning for the boats.




Wide beach and clean sands and shallow waters. The lone hill on the shore is the highlight.



A few metres away, the sea is rough



Local fisherman




A serene hidden beach
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Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Monsoon Ride to the Heart of India

Quite a few people asked my why was I picking this season to go there. Looks like nobody likes to travel during monsoon, especially to the heart of India! Why me? Because monsoon is like a car wash to India. Grime and dust gets cleaned off the landscape that gets covered in a wild splash of greenery. So why Central India? Because it is there...right there in the middle of everything!

Raghu messaged me one day asking me to plan a trip. I considered a few routes and discussed it with Raghu, Rajaram and Karthik. Finally, we chose the central India trip....because it was far away from home (Raghu- Hyderabad, the rest - Chennai). Raghu prepared his Mahindra Scorpio for the trip and the rest of us flew to Hyderabad with our back packs and cameras to join Raghu.

From there it was a drive for 5 days to Nagpur, Jabalpur, Chhindwara and Adilabad before returning to Hyderabad. The route map for the main circuit is given below:






Day 1: Hyderabad to Nagpur- National Highway 7
We started off early at 4.30 AM but lost way within Hyderabad delaying us by an hour.

Breakfast: Surprise!! Kamareddi had a superb original Udipi restaurant complete with Kannadiga waiters, crispy vadas, idlis and sweet sambhar.



NH7 was a mixed bag all the way to Jabalpur from Hyderabad, with the four-laning in progress. Parts of the road were ready but most of it was under repair.



Sriram Sagar dam near Pochampad as seenf rom NH7 over the river Godavari. The river here forms a border between Nizamabad and Adilabad districts.



Bad roads and ghat sections after Nirmal took their toll on trucks.



Post Nirmal we hit a wonderful ghat section with forestry(fringes of the Kinwat and Kawal Sanctuaries) that lasted all the way till the border of AP and Maharashtra.



Stretches of good roads, ghats and a relaible vehicle made the drive a pleasure.



A peasant and his wife till the land using a pair of bullocks somewhere between Nirmal and Adilabad (close to Neredikonda). Adilabad district grows a lot of cotton and maize and the people are mostly poor farmers.



Rains caused catchments to overflow with water that spilled into rivulets.



Lot of monkeys all along National Highway 7.

Pochera Falls, Adilabad District, Andhra Pradesh


Pochera Falls was not on our agenda. This place is literally off every tourist map and a totally hidden monsoon jewel. Fortunately, AP Tourism put up enough signposts along the NH7 to attract our attention. The detour from the highway was short enough to digress from our ride for a brief while. The detour comes at Neredikonda between Nirmal and Adilabad towards left side en route Nagpur. The signpost says winter is the best time but mark my words, make it here just after monsoon!



Now you know why I insisted on monsoon? The sky was not Photoshopped!



A nice grand stand to view the falls. I was surprised to see the neat landscaping by the tourism folks at such an obscure place. Of course they do rob the aesthetics. One more thing. I have absolutely no idea which river is it. Someone at the venue told me it is the Godavari. But we crossed it way before Nirmal. This might be one of those monsoon rivulets that go dry in any other season.



A total surprise package for us. A good addition to my growing list of waterfalls trips.




Dusk - Somewhere between Hinganghat and Nagpur. We had plenty of tea all along. Dhabas in Vidharba specialise in good masala tea!



Big cities, big woes. A nasty traffic pile up broke our run just outside Nagpur. It took us two hours to clear it amidst pouring rain and rapidly failing light.

Night Halt:
Hotel Gokul, Hanuman Lane Sitabuldi, Nagpur
Phone: 0712-2548587, 2541182
Rs 1000/- per night for a A/C double bedroom
Pretty decent and good service. Front desk was very helpful.
Dinner: Haldiram's close to the hotel. A snazzy two floor affair with multicuisine pure vegetarian fare.



Day 2: Nagpur to Jabalpur NH7

Breakfast: Our first tryst with Kanda Poha at a thela right outside Hotel Gokul. We polished off two plates each.
Lunch: Hot Samosas and Mava Jalebi at Seoni Chappara and plenty of tea en route


We followed the Ring Road right upto Kamptee and continued further. After Mansar, the fun began with this rather unusual natural gateway to the Pench National Park lands.



Jungle engulfed us. We were on our way to Seoni in MP.



Road improved suddenly even as we were still in Maharashtra. The teak jungle thickened. We were doing 140 kmph! Our attempts to enter Pench park proved futile as the park was closed for monsoon and a big swing arm gate blocked us. The detour to Pench is at a place called Deolaphar. One has to go via Sillari to Totaladoh from here. A tourism office is situated at the entrance for any queries.



Someone told us to head to Mogarkasa and its lake on the opposite side of the highway. So we headed in that direction forgetting the name every now and then and somehow retrieving it along with tthe route from the locals. The jungle kept getting denser as we went deep into it.



We found the lake deep in the forest far away from the nearest sign of civilization. It was uncannily silent and eerie. Adding to our anxieties were these signs posted on all the trees !




We found a hut and an abandoned bungalow (Goldilocks?) beside the lake. It turned out that Mogarkasa is actually a small wildlife sanctuary around it. The lake itself was covered with hyacinth and lilly pads. P.S.: It stank! Nevertheless the place was very beautiful. If only those Beware of Bears signs were not posted....



For all those bear signs, the only life we found in these jungle were these langurs.



Somewhere between Khawasa and Seoni, we came across some really cool sights like this one.



After Seoni...what looked like a mosque was actually a temple.



3 most common things on NH7 : Pot holes, dead dogs and trailers loaded with new tractors!



Post Seoni we were blessed with such table tops!



After Chappara we chanced upon this terrific scene by the banks of the Wainganga. A Monsoon Moment!



More scenes followed....Lone Mango Tree



We were awfully late....thanks to the scenes that played each kilometer.




Need I say anymore? That is still NH7 somewhere close to Lakhnadon, by the way.


At Lakhnadon, the shops reminded me of Raksha Bandhan two days later



Somewhere between Sukri Mangela and Bargi we had a tryst with the NG Railway too. The same one I had covered here.



Bye bye little train...


Bhedaghat-Dhuadhar Falls-Marble Rocks

Bhedaghat is 20 km from Jabalpur on the banks of river Narmada. Here the river through a beautiful gorge of marble for about 3 km. Dhuadhar Falls is also situated here.


The Narmada flowing towards Marble Rocks




Dhuadhar Falls as seen from the cable car




Monsoon again proved to be the right season to check out the 'dhuan' at Dhuadhar.



Could not make out what this was. Looked more like the ramparts of a watchtower or view point



Narmada gushing through the canyons of marble



Failing light at dusk made it somewhat difficult to shoot.



I still prefer Chitrakote Falls :-)



Ah! Yes! The cable car runs right over the falls


Night Halt:Hotel Arihant Palace, Russel Chowk, Jabalpur
Ph: 0761-327311
Tariff: Rs 975 for a double A/C room per day
Again a decent and well maintained hotel with friendly front office and a good restaurant
Breakfast: Plates and plates of poha with rassa , jilebis, samosas and plenty of tea at Narmada Devi Dhaba , Kareli

Day 3: Jabalpur - Chhindwara NH12, NH26 & MP state roads
Surprisingly, the state roads of Madhya Pradesh were in good shape. The Congress state government somehow woke up to the realities and Uma Bharati's campaigns and turned around the condition of the roads. We were skceptical of paying the toll everywhere expecting the roads to worsen but they turned out to be neat. However the dampeners turned out to be NH12 and 26 which we took to get out of Jabalpur and from Kareli to Barhman respectively. Full marks to MP govt. None to NHAI!

Barhman Ghat
This was not merely a Hindustan ka Dil trip but also a Narmada Darshan. So we wanted to see the Narmada not just as a rapid on rocks state but asa staid river goddess at a holy bank. Hence Barhman Ghat which was about 12 km from Kareli.


We crossed the river to reach the major Barhman ghat. The chota Barhman ghat lay across the bigger ghat but was not as easily accessible as the major one. The monsoon scene played out fully here with heavily overcast skies and a muddy rough river in spate.



The river splits into two streams and rejoins again forming an island in the middle. A Shiva temple stands on the island. Boats ply from both banks to the island. In oter seasons, there are almost seven streams in between.



The copious amounts of inflows indundated the ghats greatly. Almost submerged is a marble Shivalingam and Nandi that stands on the ghats.


Small man made islands of faith form every monsoon.




The boat that plies the faithful.



Tamia and Patalkot


We returned back from Barhman to Kareli and resumed our journey to Chhindwara via Pipariya and Matkuli. Seen here is the wonderful road that winds all the way to Pachmarhi. We avoided Pachmarhi conspicuously as it would need at least two days. The good road lasted only till Matkuli. From there it was a torture all the way till Chhindwara.



We went through a wonderful forest as the road climbed almost 900 metres above sea level to Tamiya. A short detour off the Chhndwara road from here took us to a place that proved to be a wonderful alternative to Pachmarhi - Patalkot. Little Tamiya village has a 'foreign liquor shop' it seems :-)



The road to Patalkot promised a lot!




We had to keep stopping every now and then in the 20 minute detour as the vistas were too good to ignore.



Finally, Patalkot was more beautiful than what we anticipated. Nestled in a 1200 feet deep horse shoe shaped valley it had a cluster of villages some of whose tribal inmates remained cut off from civilaiztion for many years. Seen in the picture above is another valley even deeper at the bottom of Patalkot that is home to the almost pehistoric Bharia tribe. We were at the top of the hill where we met Dr. Deepak Acharya. He started a venture named Abhumka Herbal (Ahmedabad) that develops herbal remedies from the hitherto unknown and rare tribal herbal medicinal system of this region which in turn supports the tribals enabling them to continue living and cultivating the land here. Dr Acharya is on a mission to protect and preserve the herbal medicine system, the forestry and the quality of life of the tribals here. It is was a culmination of sorts for me in meeting and chatting with Dr. Acharya by chance at Patalkot as I was inspired to visit this place after checking out his website http://www.patalkot.com. Read the website to know more about Dr Acharya's initiatives and do provide him the moral support to his noble mission.




The highest point at Patalkot where the road ends. Monsoon is the best time to visit Patalkot. Dr Acharya tells me that the state government plans to build a golf course and a resort here and he is trying to prevent that. It will be a disaster to the lives of the tribals who are already tasting modern civilization and abandoning their usual way of life for small handouts. Already forest mafias made inroads into the valley. They have negotiated rather cheaply with the unsuspecting tribals and robbing them of the green cover and the rare herbal medicines. Some tribals already stopped cultivating grains in Patalkot thanks to the populisitc 2 rupee a kilo rice scheme. Patalkot falls within the constituency of Chhindwara, a long time traditional stronghold of Kamal Nath, Union Minister of Commerce. I wonder if he knows anything about these tribals and their way of life and the immense herbal wealth.





A legend says that Meghnath, son of Ravana entered Patal Lok from here and hence the place is called Patalkot. The Gond tribals here settled during Shivaji's rule and it is believed that there is a subterrenean tunnel somewhere in the nether regions of this valley that goes all the way to Pachmarhi


It was 6.30 PM at the top of the valley. Finally, we 4 were the only people around and were rendered speechless for quite sometime thanks to the sheer beauty of the place.



I would love to come back here the next year around the same time. This time I would also like to meet the tribals and learn about them.

Night Halt: Hotel Puja. Nothing great to write about. Totally avoidable. But then it is the best you can get in Chhindwara
Breakfast: Poha poha and poha at Sri Harihar Tea Stall opposite our hotel


Day 4 & 5: Chhindwara - Adilabad - Hyderabad - NH7

We had a last hurrah as we returned back to Hyderabad. Close to the spot where we took a detour to Pochera falls three days ago, we found another short detour towards the Kawal Wildlife Sanctuary. A few km from NH7 took us to a thick forest with yet another wonderful waterfall.


Kuntaala Falls
Kuntaala is popular amongst the locals at Adilabad who came in droves on the cool Sunday morning for picnics. The place is not maintaned by AP Tourism like Pochera. Since it falls within the fringes of the reserve forest of Kawal Sanctuary, the Forests Department maintains the infrastructure as a part of their Eco Tourism.



The falls is bigger and more spaced out than Pochera. There is a shallow slide first (seen above) followed by a quick and frothy rapid and finally big fall. Again I could not figure out which river is it. Someone again told me it is thw Godavari. There cannot be three Godavari rivers within 20 km of each other can they?


The roar was more pronounced than even Dhuandhar Falls!



Kuntaala had some nice rock formations



Beautiful forest downstream for treks and picnics


That culminates our week-long drive. Another day, probably another road...less travelled I hope.


The travellers: Scorpio, Me, Raghu, Karthik, Rajaram
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Destiny's Child

They call it the City of Destiny. I spent a good 15 years there before heading out to less greener pastures. Vizag however retained its beauty through all these years. This year too, I came to Vizag to visit my parents but became a tourist for a brief while. Just check out what I saw:



Unnamed beach along the coastal road to Bhimli



Toy vendors at RK Beach



A Snake God keeps vigil over the choppy waters of the Bay of Bengal at Rushikonda


A little girl watches the waves at Rushikonda



Bay of Bengal as seen from the Tenneti Park



Dolphin's Nose



Monolith at RK Beach



RK Beach



Beach Road and RK Beach, Vizag
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Monday, May 05, 2008

West Coast Wonders

On May 2, 2008, Sridhar Joshi and I boarded the Mangalore Mail at Chennai Central. We intended to travel on the Mangalore -Yeshwanthpur Express the next evening. This train uses the newly converted line that passes through the wonderful Shirali - Subrahmanya ghats dead at night. Unfortunately there was no day train through this wonderful section that climbs high into the mountains and lush green forests before descending to Sakleshpur and thence to Hassan. But a night journey through this section is equally interesting. We could have travelled the route in reverse direction (Bangalore City to Mangalore Central) but we also wanted to experience the wonderful North Kerala and Konkan Karnataka section too. So we first went to Mangalore. I could not take any pictures of the ghats in Subrahmanya due to the darkness but I have some wonderful memories of the West Coast that I reproduce here. With this trip, I have practically covered all the railway in Kerala except for a small spur line to Guruvayoor.



5:30 AM and we had already cleared Shoranur Jn and chugging towards Kozhikode. This is the first station where I woke up. A cheerful little town called Pattambi.





Kuttipuram station was on a wonderful curve.





No idea which river is this but the scene of such serene waters dotted by palms early in the morning made my day.





Preparing for his catch. He and his boat are surely a good catch for my camera from the speeding and jerking train.





Short of Kozhikode, our train came to a grinding halt after crossing the home signal of a small station ahead. The linesman by the tracks was waving a red flag to inform the driver of a rail fracture he had noticed. Soon a big curious crowd materialised by the locomotive wondering if there was an accident. The crowd was dangerously blocking the down line.





It took a big and nasty honk from this diesel loco to scatter the onlookers. It was hauling a train of oil tankers in the opposite direction. Soon the section engineer arrived and cleared our train with a 5kmph speed restriction over the fractured portion of the tracks. The guard stayed behind until all the coaches safely cleared the portion, observing the troubled spot closely. A few trains are going to be delayed today before the fracture is repaired.





Kozhikode! We had a breakfast of bland dosas and blander sambhar here.





Post Kozhikode the scenery continued. But this is the scene before Kozhikode of the Kadalundi river. It was the same river into which four coaches of the same train I was travelling (Mangalore Mail towards Chennai) had derailed and fallen in 2001. The river is a beautiful one with all those palms and little boats.






Kerala is one heck of a ride by a train. It never fails to grab the continuous attention of anyone throughout its length.





The sea!!! As we were approaching the borders of Kerala and Karnataka the lush coconut plantations on the left side suddenly gave way to these lagoons by the sea. I had never imagined that our train would run so close to the sea shore! West coast is truly amazing and I have just started to see it.






Bekal fort built more than 300 years ago juts out into the sea. Our train is closest to the sea here. The fort annexed by Tipu Sultan's father Hyder Ali in the 18th century has no palaces. This impressive fort was purely meant for defence. It was made famous with Manirathnam's 'Bombay' which contained a song picturised here. A small station also named Bekal serves as its rail head.



Closer to Bekal we could hear the roar of the waves above the clatter of the train's wheels. Looks like someone is hell bent on killing the aesthetics of the fort with those resort huts. There are a couple of other resorts close to the railway here.





An esturarine river just before it met the sea.





Kerala- Karnataka border (Kasargod) and we could barely miss the gay psychedelic coloured buses moving around.







The Arabian Sea gave us company all along till Mangalore. Backwaters like these were appearing along our way.







We were again back into the backwater plus coconut lagoon territory every now and then.







Scenes played out along the tracks including neat and tiled houses like this one. Every house along the tracks in Kerala seemed to have these mangalore tiles and each house was aesthetically designed like an independent cottage or bungalow with its own orchard. I was amazed at the respect for space and privacy in these parts after living in the ghettos of Chennai and Bangalore!








Finally we are close to Mangalore. But before that we had a small treat of the Nethravati river across which lay a railway bridge that brought us into Mangalore.







A motorised fishing boat in the Nethravati is busy catching the main course of lunch and dinner menu of these parts.








Chimneys of the "Mangalore "tile factories of the old days.








Mangalore is promising to be a beautiful city.






There could not be a better sight than this upon entering a city. The English styled building of the Commonwealth Tile Factory of Mangalore.






One last look at those wonderful chimneys.






Timber yard within the factory. Wonder what they do with this floating timber.





Mangalore at last!






Early morning between Mysore and Bangalore. Our train halts at Hannakere for a crossing.The opposite way is already cleared for the incoming train Look at the undulating terrain., The tracks dip and rise so sharply.





A patient vigil for the incoming train in the quiet early morning hour.





Ajmer- Mysore express crossing us with great speed from the oppositer direction.The twin diesel locomotives are working furiously to maintain speed on this undulating set of tracks.
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