This photo story is inspired by my indomitable love that I have for nature. The power that it holds in healing our souls is what amazes the hell out of me. Wisely has John Muir said “Wilderness is a necessity”
This photo story is inspired by my indomitable love that I have for nature. The power that it holds in healing our souls is what amazes the hell out of me. Wisely has John Muir said “Wilderness is a necessity”
When the weather has been casting such magical spells you just can’t help but go out and shoot! It’s like the weather wearing the moodiest VSCO filters.
What’s your idea of a perfect monsoon day?
Do reply in the comment box below 🙂
The story of my close to a weird obsession with Russel Market. Read the complete blog on Russel Market here.
Russell Market, is one of Bangalore’s oldest markets and also the most comprehensive place to shop for everything fresh — vegetables, meat, flowers and fruit. It was started by the British in the early 1900s as the central grocery spot and hasn’t lost its color one bit, since then.
It has been over two years but the land of the Hippies, Goa still strikes a chord with me. That’s a big deal for an ardent mountain lover like me. Sometimes I even feel I am being disloyal to them :”D. Goa took me by awe with its hinterlands and the characteristic Portugal charm which is still unaltered. Although the mainstream beaches aren’t what I would be very keen on revisiting but the few chance discoveries which have managed to capture though my lenses are what always thrive on my travel plans. Long weekend? Goa it is !!!!
Needless to say, its the kind of place that keeps you longing for more. This blog is a few pictures that still give me an instant surge of adrenaline (the wanderlust kind).
Why don’t you take a look for yourself 🙂
Tell me what enticed you the most about Goa!
It’s been long that I had set my foot beyond the city limits and that didn’t quite go well with my itchy feet. I was desperately looking for some weekend treks on eventshigh.com and that’s when I found out about Nagarathpete Pettah Walk hosted by Bengaluru-by-foot. It wasn’t the first time I heard or read about them as I am constantly hunting for ways to explore more of this city. So with no second thought, I hit on ‘book’ option.
And hence the Saturday morning began on a happy note, all thanks to Mansoor Ali, the man who has been helping people like me to make some sense out of their weekends. An architect by profession and historian by choice, Mansoor holds heritage walks in Bengaluru every weekend. Mansoor was inspired by similar Heritage walks that he used to attend in Delhi. The agenda of this was to take a deeper look into the crumbling settlement of the silk dyers. Nagarathpete is predominantly occupied by the weaver, dyers, whole sellers, and testers of silk yarn.
This tiny hamlet in Bengaluru, majorly famous for the Karaga festival and the Dharamaraya Temple, bears more history to it than your eyes see, and I would have still been oblivious to if it wasn’t Mansoor.
He narrated the legends of the beheading of Sayed Muhib Shah and the tombless dargah, the tales of the martyrdom of thousands of Mysorain soldiers and of course the rise and fall of these tiny settlements who have survived the wrath of time.
We began our walk from the Baba Sharfuddin Dargah which took me by awe with its astoundingly intricate mirror work. Thanks to my habit of sleeping late, I missed out on the briefing of the history. Before this, I had never set for inside any Islamic religious place.
As we blindly followed Mansoor into the narrow rustic lanes of Nagarathpete, I got into some small talks with my fellow visitor who also was an artist and played with organic colours to dye fabric. Even small talks can reveal so much about the way one thinks. We finally reached what was supposed to be the focal point of the walk, the unit of the silk yarn dyers.
A tiny room tucked in a corner of one of the many narrow lanes there, this was a typical two roomed house with around ten odd men working at different stages of the tiresome process of reeling and dying the silk yarn. The entrance was used for drying and sorting the coloured yarn, but the adjoining room was where the real work happened. The room wore a blanket of dense fumes that rose from the steaming hot baths where the yarn was dipped for dyeing. The sight was as spectacular as it was straining. Spending just five minutes in that room left me sweating and burning. Needless to mention the hardships these craftsmen are subjected to. Going forward we had a chance to visit the weavers who constantly work amidst the noisy mechanical looms.
We visited the famous Dharamaraya Swami Temple and a few more dargahs which have some really interesting legends attached to them. And finally, the walk ended with a hearty meal and some catching up of facts from the past which I had missed at the beginning of the walk.
I am not a huge fan of the pub culture in Bangalore but these stories preserved in the bylanes of such hamlets are what give some solace to the explorer in me.
Hoping to explore more and share my stories with you soon.
Till then keep wandering 🙂
The second day of our trip dawned upon us, we thought Paradise beach would be the best way to welcome it. I am not an early morning person at all but amazingly I transform into one when I am travelling ( That’s why they say “Do what makes you wanna wake up in the morning”). Paradise Beach was one such time I was up before the crack of the dawn and it surely paid off well. The sun wore the shrouds of heavy clouds and we had the wide beach all to ourselves except a few fishermen who were still preparing for the day. Paradise beach lives up to its name as it is believed to be the cleanest and most peaceful beach in Pondicherry.
We grabbed a quick breakfast at the very talked-about Indian Coffee House on Mission street. Do try the Idli Vada there. Since we were too early dosas weren’t ready by then but they sure must have been as good as everything else they served. Let me tell you, Mission street is one of the most important streets in the main city of Pondicherry. You will also find the roots of the very famous Hidesign here. The factory outlet supposedly sells the products at fractions of the showroom prices. So make it a point to not miss this one
Next on the agenda was exploring Auroville and spend the evening at the Serenity Beach. Although the plan went haywire, we still managed to unearth a lot about Auroville that I was so curious about. Thanks to Radhika who has been living there as an Aurovillian for two years now. Meeting Radhika was a chapter in itself. When one of my friends said we would be meeting her, barely had I known I was about to meet one huge inspiration who chose a tough life just out of passion. Radhika is an architect and works in Auroville among all other foreign nationals who have come together to make that place what it is today.
Auroville that we see today is what Mirra Alfassa, also regarded as ‘The Mother’ by the world had envisioned back in the 1930s. She dreamt of a place which ran on the philosophy of “Vasudeva Kutumbakam”. The world which no country could claim as its own and citizens would freely live as world citizens, work towards the common goals of a sustainable growth. A land where art is the only weapon people would use. Where a person’s worth would be much more precious than money, power or any religion. In the very words of the Aurovillians, “Auroville is a universal town where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony above all creeds, all politics and all nationalities”. The purpose of Auroville is to realise human unity above any religion. In the words of The Mother herself:
“Humanity is not the last rung of the terrestrial creation.
Evolution continues and man will be surpassed.
It is for each individual to know whether he wants to participate in the advent of this new species.
For those who are satisfied with the world as it is, Auroville obviously has no reason to exist.”
— The Mother, 1966
People in Auroville live in a world where money isn’t the end all be all. Although the ground reality remains that there is no sustenance without money but you can manage to feed yourself by merely volunteering in the bakeries and shops. On the surface to me, living in Auroville was like going back to the times when people had a minimalistic approach to happiness, were self-sufficient and self-reliant. The work you do is meaningful and paid with as much as you would need to survive in the town which is every moment striving to be a moneyless economy. Life wouldn’t be as fancy as it appeared to me on a one-day visit but surely worth it if you are looking for an inner connection and striving to master your ego. You can go through the entire procedure of being an Ayurovillian at http://bit.ly/2msuDAH
If you are here for a while say a week or more, you can choose to volunteer with the Auroville farm group. A number of farms in Auroville accept volunteers. Hours and possibilities for accommodation depend greatly upon which time of year you are planning your stay . Guesthouses and homestays tend to get full and busy during the guests season—December to March—and it’s always wise to grab your bookings well ahead of time if you are wanting to volunteer. Some bakeries in Auroville also accept volunteers, you can get your hands dirty in the ground level baking activities. You can also choose to intern with the International House, a living space built with sustainable and environmental architectural ideals.
You can learn Permaculture to Tango, different forms of Yoga, Cooking to Tai chi, Tree-climbing to Clay classes, Sound therapy, Creative arts, in short, there is no end to learning in Auroville. Pick any workshop of your choice from their events list at their website.
Auroville is famous for its indigenous essential oils, perfumes, incense sticks, candles and clay items. I bumped across Auro kind store right opposite to the visitors centre run by an old woman along with her son. The quaint little shot exhibited beautifully decorates scented candles, and lame and other clay and ceramic ware everything very reasonably priced.
Save a day (not Sunday) to visit the handmade paper factory in Auroville. Bespoke, delicate, and individually handcrafted stationery products from Auroville are definitely worth your money. You can watch the makers adding their creative touches to the papers which are purely made from cotton rag pulp.
There are over twenty eateries in Auroville my favourite being the Auroville bakery. The chocolate croissants are to die for and you literally don’t them you earn them because they are available early in the morning and are the first to go off the rack. For a lazy ass like me, it’s definitely a great deal of hard work. Right opposite there is Farm Fresh Cafe which serves serving freshly made dosa, burgers, pasta and pizzas. also, do visit Tanto’s pizza for your pizza cravings which is on the way to the visitors centre from the Pondicherry town. Options are many all you need is a lot of time to do proper justice to the “City of Dawn”.
I was overwhelmed listening to stories o Randika and looking at the ways people lived in this quaint little village in the corner of Puducherry. It got me nostalgic as I was thrown back to the memories of visiting my grandma’s back in Orissa. Everything looked pretty much similar except that there were a lot of foreign nationals here. If quitting my comfortable city life to settle in the countryside of Auroville and work for a more holistic aim is too much, I’ll at least try adopting a the minimalistic lifestyle and spread some of the goodness her in my city. This was my awakening in the land of spiritually.
Hope you find your’s soon too
The city of French Villas and Bouganvillas did win over me but not for its beauty and charm this time but for the crazy stories that me and my friends Cannica and Pallavi will narrate to our grand children. The two day trip was a rollercoaster ride of weird twists and turns but at the end of the day it only left us laughing at the mishaps and of course a little bit of skin tan. Pondicherry happened to us in a much clichéd way when all three of us had reached the threshold of our 9 to 5 life pressure. We gave the trip a two weeks window time, meanwhile which we booked our stay and the transport. When we met at the majestic station the Friday night barely did we know that the two days ahead had in their bags for us.
Day 1 – White Town and Promenade Beach
A comfy overnight journey in the Greenline Bus and we were in Pondy before the crack of the dawn. Here comes the lesson one – bargaining with auto drivers when you are tourists is a waste of time because you will be overcharged anyway. Nine kms away was the beautiful Airbnb property we had booked purely out of impulse, by just looking at the pictures of the beach-side huts by the pristinely blue sea. Well it’s a perfect budget hide out in a natgeo like set up incase you are looking for some insanely tranquil getaway. The cottage overlooks the blue waters of the Auroville Beach situated in remotest corner of the village. Although it’s not safe to hang around by the beach but you can have a gala time sitting in your room staring at the vast sea sipping over your coffee. To help you guys out I have attached the link to the property here. Samprutha Beachside Hut- Ganga Up, Bommapalayam.
It would have been too gutsy of three girls who had only carried the shortest of their outfits from their wardrobe for their much awaited beachside getaway, to stay at such a secluded place. With a heavy heart we cancelled our booking there and headed towards the main city.The obvious lesson no 2- Never rely on an auto drivers to get you to a decent hotel with a liveable room. Our drivers helped us witness the worst hotels existing in the city. After some 7 odd bad hotels we finally rested our tired bums in Hotel Vijayantra. Rented our scooters and headed towards the white town.
The enchanting White Town
P.S it’s extremely easy to rent bikes in Pondicherry, I neither did I have a licence nor did I knew anything about a scooty except for how to start one. And about traffic rules? Well let’s keep that for some other time. Although I successfully made it back to Bangalore alive without killing anyone 😉 We rode through the Promenade Beach to the White Town, also famous as the French Colony. Beautiful eateries, vibrant colours, jaw dropping architecture and lots of Bouganvillas. White Town is the food for a vintage lover’s soul. We sat by the side of the streets whiling away our time, clicking probably thousands of random pictures of the walls, the doors, the cafes, the streets our faces and what not.
Cafe Des Arts
Like every other visitor we clicked our mandatory heavily directed and posed pictures against the quirky yellow walls of Cafe Des Arts. But there was much more to it than just good food and quirky decor. If you are a lover of vintage clothing you will find some lovely dresses in the store tucked in a corner if the cafe. The collection was truly vintage and pretty reasonably priced so you don’t have to worry about your shopping burning a hole in your pockets.
Delhiwala 6 is that happy emotion that a North Indians feel when they find ‘good’ North Indian food in South India. Quirky decor in a heritage building teamed with Chole bhature, Pav Bhaji; what more an insta-addict could ask from a beachy holiday.
Happy face and happy tummies walked out of Delhiwala-6 knowing not what to do and where to go. So we decided to spend some time by the rock beach and then wander in some random direction. I loved how the Promenade beach has made arrangements for tourists. Every road leading to the beach from the White Town is barricaded at 8 at night. So you only fond pedestrians strolling around the concrete pathway beautifully embedded with palm trees and elegant street lights lighting up the area.
Shopping in Pondicherry
In the evening we stepped out for a ride across the city and stumbled across a lane that was a boulevard of tiny stalls that sold earthen clay artefacts, handmade paper lamps and ceramic items. Colorful lamps put for display lit the streets and we managed to pick some for ourselves too.
After a not so happy meal at Dis Dis & Co. the rest of evening was again spent sitting at the sores of the promenade beach watching the ocean crashing against the rocks, listening to the roars of the waves. Someone has very wisely said some experiences can neither be expressed in words nor through pictures. Sitting by the Rock Beach was what made me believe that authenticity of that statement. Summing up, Day 1 was picture perfect till we made our way back home. What followed wasn’t as pleasant an experience but worth sharing. Obviously who wouldn’t be proud of dodging a group of almost 30 drunk men on an empty street at around 12 in the night. 😛 Well! I’d rather keep the story untold but then yeah! I made it alive again 😀
The next day greeted us with another set of sweet surprises and shocks which i am gonna tell you on my second blog on Pondicherry. On the next blog I’ll be talking about everything you need to know about Auroville.
Till then keep wandering.
I have often read that travelling with your friends can either break it or make it. So when two female friends cum colleagues travel to a new land, what are the odds of the latter happening?
It was 10:30 at night and we were still waiting for our bus to pick us up from Marathalli. All hell burst when the agent asked us to reach Madiwala by 11. That’s where the bus was supposed to leave from. Thanks to the excellent services of Uber, we were on time and successfully boarded our bus to Kochi. There began a journey which we two ladies will remember for years to come and probably feel as proud while narrating it to others. After all, no matter how small an adventure, the first ones are always special.
After an overnight journey, leaving behind all the confusion and mishaps behind we woke up to the daylight in Edapally, which was the last stoppage and where we got our cab for Fort Kochi. Mr.Roy our driver was a really kind human and helped us find our pre-booked budget homestay successfully which wouldn’t have been possible without a local person help. Beautiful smiles and an undeniable inclination to help, this is what maybe pulls thousands of tourists and travellers to the state every year.
Since there wasn’t much to explore in our budget homestay. We without wasting a moment rushed to the washrooms to freshen up. And to our dismay, there was no water. And again Sophie our host kindly fetched us some water from the well in her backyard. We left from our rooms all dressed up totally unknown to what the scorching heat was gonna do to us. But what good is a budget trip without some crazy struggle?
We rented our bicycles from Arafat- Rent a bike on Princess Street. This is a cozy cafe cum rental store for bikes and scooters. We hired two Lady Birds at Rs 100/- a day
In the hunt for a place that accepts cards, we finally reached Cafe Quissa. I must say the cafe culture in Fort Kochi is the rarest; or should I say the finest? We had the best Pancakes of our lives and thus Quissa made a made a place in our food-loving hearts forever. But that isn’t all! The ambience itself was drool worthy.
We headed straight to Jew Town in Mattancherry where we visited the Jewish synagogue and shopped in the antiques. The place is way too remarkable to be accommodated in a small section of a blog post. You can read about Jew Town in details in my previous post. As the sun began to sink we made our way back towards Fort Kochi, hung around the beach for a while looking at the distant flickering lights of the harbours.
The sight around the beaches in Fort Kochi is downright spectacular. Christmas lights everywhere your eyes can see and vendors selling lip-smacking fish fry and Iddiapams. Tiny shacks trying to attract customers in their best efforts. You don’t really feel the humidity and heat amidst all that liveliness and chaos.
After a satisfying meal with the final touch of a refreshing glass of lime soda we called it a day and were back to our den to give our backs some rest.
Next day was spent in the backwaters of Aluva. Kerala Tourism Departments hold these day tours to backwaters on daily basis. All the packages are categories into three. Starting from Rs 400 for the most economic to Rs 900 for the full day package. Ours included a visit to the backwaters and the Chinese Fishing nets for Sunsets. It was heavenly to watch the sky being crimson by the setting sun at the mouth of the Arabian Sea.
You can reach the reception centre of Kerala Tourism Dept. by taking a ferry from Fort Kochi boat jetty. A ticket to Ernakulam wouldn’t cost you more than Rs 8.
The day ended and we began hunting for Chicken Stew and Appams, our latest food crush. After going around and checking with some eight odd restaurants if they served any, we finally ended up eating at Fusion Bay.
The Final day had come and we would have to bid goodbye to this whole new world of colours cultures and throbbing exuberance. So we decided to end it at The Teapot Cafe followed by a visit to the Biennale 2017. And we’re glad we did so. The teapot is a tiny cafe on Princess Street. Step into the world of teapots. I mean literally! Remember me talking about the cafe culture some time back? This place has teapots in all shapes and sizes in the display. Never seen a place living up to their name to such an extent.
They say travelling places liberates your soul and then there are some who believe travelling is the game of the escapists. Regardless I feel, it a way to feed your soul. And when it’s your first independent travel it has to be life changing. Doesn’t it? So was this trip to Fort Kochi.
Kochi gave us tanned faces and gallons of cheery memories that we both can equally share and cherish years after we have lost touch with each other. The memories of our rondom encounters with people will be ours even when we’re old stuck in the routines of our respective lives ahead. I believe that’s what travelling does to people. It binds you to your counterparts at a level that’s impossible to separate.
My indomitable love for antiques landed me in the narrow lanes of Mattancherry in Kochin, what is popular among the locals as the Jew Town. Jew town is adjacent to the port and is a narrow lane adjoining the Dutch palace and the Jewish Synagogue. The place owes its name to the Jews who landed in this port of Kochi in search of refuge under the protection of the Hindu Raja of Kochi. The Raja with a great liberty granted them a site by the side of his palace and thus was built the Jew Town of Kochi. The age old buildings and a beautiful medley of cultures speak volumes of its fascinating history .
We began walking through the lane that led to the Synagogue. The road is a boulevard of shops that overwhelm you with their antiquity. The most interesting was the one which featured the giant cooking vessel of 14 ft. Known as uruli in local language this vessel weighs over 3000 kilos and is a major tourist attraction. The craftsmanship and the detailing is sure to take you by awe.
I am a sucker of ancientness and walking thorough the streets of Jew town made me feel like home. Starting from post cards, croceries with Portuguese art to homedecor, this place has every thing lined to treat your eyes and teleport you to the era bygone. Visit this place at your own risk if you aren’t carrying enough cash. I wouldn’t say things here are expensive but you would be tempted to forego your budget and buy everything that comes on your way.
The Jewish Synagogue was first built in the year 1568 an year after the Jew town was established. But after the invasion of the Portuguese in 1600 the Synagogue was partially destroyed only to be rebuilt in 1664. The beautiful structure flaunts an aesthetic architecture with beautiful Portuguese tiles and glass chandeliers.
Mattancherry is also a house to a variety of spices. A ride towards Fort Kochi will take you through a shabby lane of wholesale market for spices, and the entire lane smells just heavenly.
When you are tired shopping you can grab a sip of Ginger lime soda at the Ginger House. Sit by the sea and sip on your chiller. Sounds heavenly? It indeed is. And guess what they also give you a free Ginger with your bill.
Amidst all the chaos of the city life of Ernakulam, Fort Kochi still preserves this jwel that narrates the story of the true spirit of Kerala and it’s glorious history. If you have landed in God’s own country then this spot is a must see because you don’t really see this place you live it.
It sort of inspires me to read through the blogs of women solo travelling, hiking, biking and what not. Although I haven’t been able to muster up enough courage to tell this to you but this is what has always been there at the back of my head. Don’t you remember how only one threatening from you worked magic on me “if you don’t listen to me I will never again take out on a trip”. That scared me indeed, and it still does. Not being able to go where I want, when I want, and how I want. Don’t mistake it yo be a retaliation of a new born rebel in me. It is only to tell you how much it pains to satiate your over protectiveness shielded in the vial of concern at the cost of my wishes to explore.
I am sure that I am not the only one who has to catch hold of her restless mind and feet just because her father or mother thinks “it isn’t safe”. We know you love us and considering the current scenario It’s legit enough on your part to be protective or even overprotective. But chopping the feathers of your most loved bird, only in the fear of her flying away will never make sense to me.
All we need is a little trust that we are capable and grown up enough to take care of ourselves. That is where we get our strength from, your trust. All these years you might not have realized but your little daughters have outgrown your protective oyster for good. I am a cat parent myself now and I know how much it worries to have them out of my sight but that’s the only way they can prepare for the world outside. I know at the end of the day they will come home, may be with some minor bruises. But you know how to fix that, don’t you ?