Thursday, August 25, 2011

Mesmerizing Malnad


A weekend getaway from Bangalore's chaotic pace and the the hum drum of everyday life.
All we wanted was a peaceful place to spend a relaxing weekend. We zeroed down on a date in the month of monsoon. Destination = Malnad region of Karnataka. 

Malnad region has tropical climate, the ground is like an old Indian bathroom. (Sloppy! Eeeks)

We had booked Ammadi homestay in Koppa. That place had an old world charm. The traditional 'Totti mane' as we call it in Kannada. (which means a wide shallow tank in the middle of the house.) Check out the pictures to get an idea. 




The enthralling mountains are so beautifully clad in green that even clouds cannot hold back the temptation to kiss them in public!  


Streams, brooks and rivers come alive in the monsoon. It is divine to see water flowing by the road side. 


If you are into bird watching, this region provides you with myriad species of birds which thrive in this region. 



We did not want to travel much, so visited only Mandagadde bird sanctuary and Sirimane falls. 
Mandagadde bird Sanctuary

Sirimane falls.
Now, coming to the details for those who want to visit this region.

Place: Koppa, Shimoga.
Distance: 350 Km from Bangalore. It will take roughly 7 hours on road.
Route: Bangalore – Hassan – Chickmagalur – Aldur – Balehonnur – Jayapura – Koppa
Where to stay: You can experience the traditional cuisine in homestays. You can check from various options here. If you are planning on a budget trip, you can look out for some lodges.
Places to see: Gajanur dam, Bhadra wildlife reserve, Mandagadde, Sakkare Bayalu Elephant Camp, Chikmagalur and many many more.

Things to remember


1. Carry an umbrella.
2. If you are very sensitive to the cold weather, please carry warm clothing.
3. Trek through the estates might leave you hooked up with leaches. Shoes recommended.
4. Many insects around. I honestly do not know what to do. :-D

On the last point I remember an incident..  I asked BH to 'shoo' the flies while I slept. He had drowned himself in the twitter app of his phone. He said 'we are not so rich to 
provide all them that luxury. Let them be barefoot'

Arrggghhhh!!




Friday, August 19, 2011

Ooops.. ! Arguments




WEEKENDS

BH: Weekends are for catching up on sleep. Wake up, eat, browse channels.. Sleep.

ME: Do laundry. Press. Dust. Arrange clothes in the cupboard. Clean bathroom.

Conclusion: He thinks I don’t know how to be free on holidays. And I think he is one lazy bone who cannot use his free-time productively.
(Oh.. Finally we kenned!)



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MOMENTOUS PLACE
We are at a spot where he had held me for the first time, dates back to 4 years ago.

BH: **Expressionless** Walks into the place and sits. ( Present is a 'present') 

ME: The ends of the curve of my smile had touched my ears. I thought that would drop a hint. (Press-errant)

Conclusion: He thinks, it is a nice place to spend some memorable time with your loved one. She thinks, he is absolutely unromantic for not remembering the significance of the place.

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PERCEPTION
We were leaving for my friend’s reception party. He was all dressed up and he was downstairs watching something on TV. I wear one superb awesome dress with vibrant colors and I model walked, down the stairs.

BH: A smirk

ME: A winner smile

Conclusion: He thinks, Wow! Timed entry. Good that I did not miss that wicket. I think, he thinks he is lucky to have me as his wife.


ON ROAD



When BF is driving and some guy on the road takes a heedless right turn.

BH: Hey you Loser! *&#*@&*@   (off-loaded frustration)

ME: What if he comes back and picks up a fight. Hushed. (uploaded apprehension)    

Conclusion: He thinks all people who do not follow traffic rules, who drive nastily are morons. I think, he should raise his tolerance limits.




All these situations are potentially HOT! I mean, if any one of us chooses to talk about it we may end up in a boiling argument and eventually we will be leading a cat and dog life.( Then Bunni would be a hybrid specie :-D ) We just knew when to remain silent and that avoids most arguments. But, we don’t. We just accept the differences.





To know the differences, you have to fight. I agree.  But the basic question is why do we fight? Because our need/ expectation is not met. Fair enough.

What can be done?


  1. Don’t take things personally. Be an objective thinker.
  2. Try concentrating on the issue. Many a times, we give importance to the words used in a sentence than the meaning of the sentence.
  3. If you feel that you are getting emotional. Remain silent. Take a time-out. Because, when you are emotional, you may end up saying things which you did not mean. ( quoting from experience)
  4. Try to walk a mile in his shoes, through his thoughts. If you have something to say, consider him as another human like you; who might also have his perspective to convey.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

A farmer's bride


In the billowing green paddy fields, my daughter was jumping with joy. I climbed up a coconut tree to pluck tender coconuts for her. She was eagerly waiting with her mother. When I got down, she pounced upon me. My wife was laughing. I saw her face, there was contentment and joy. Right then, it started raining. I took the sickle lying on the ground and carried my daughter on my shoulder held my wife’s beautiful hand…. 

This was my morning dream I was reminiscing as I walked through the dusty dirt road. The sky was displaying its fury post sunset.

‘I am a better than average looking guy. I have a B.Sc degree in agriculture. My mother has worked her fingers to bones to bring me up after my father’s death. Our land holdings are neither too great nor too meager. 
They are enough to lead a comfortable life. We may not have a lot of liquid cash flowing in all the time, but we grow our own food, we get milk products in the purest form. We own a beautiful ancestral home with all modern facilities. We lay emphasis on human values and we have a loving warm heart. What more does a girl need?’ A trundling bullock cart made me realize that I was lost in thoughts.



I walked past a leafless tamarind tree, the sky had turned grey. I reached home. My mother was busy heaping the cow dung. After freshening up, I stood next to her, cursing my fate. ‘She has to deal with all these chores in her old age. She doesn’t complain about her blurring vision or about her health which is on its last legs. She is not too old, but the decades of hard slog has taken a toll on her body’   I touched her head lovingly. She smiled.

‘Go and rest for a while. I will get coffee.’ she said.

I sat on a bench attached to the house. Staring at the unstained moon, the leaves from the Beech tree stirred a light breeze which was caressing my hair. Mother came out with coffee. Sat next to me and spoke;


Mother: Son, you work really hard.

Me: Learnt that from you mother.  

Mother: The marriage broker had come today.


Me: He said the same thing? Nowadays girls don’t want to make a life in villages…

Mother: (with a gloomy face) I had been to an orphanage today as well, to look for a bride.

Me: (My eyes lightened up because I felt girls in orphanages would not have  experienced relationships like us. They may value emotions of people like us.) And?

Mother: Girls there say that they want don’t want to live in villages. They want to get drenched in the colors of city life. They want to marry a software engineer. It seems some rich people from the city, who want house-wives, come to orphanages and pick them.


Me: (frustrated) I don’t understand these girls. They want to sit and eat what we grow here. At times, they even throw the food. We break our bones in growing it. All village girls want to go to city and all city girls want to go out of the country.

Mother: (identifying with my emotions) They don’t understand, though there is hardship, there is contentment. We know how much mortal effort goes behind every morsel. But don’t worry Son. It’s not that all girls are shallow. There will be someone who will love to live here with a man such as you.

Me: (resigning myself to hope) Hopefully.

This was a brief insight into a farmer life of an Indian village. 
Do let me know your opinions. 





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