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Unhurried

“What’s there to see in Karnataka, apart from Hampi and Mysore?”, asked a friend earnestly. Too True. The most obvious choices for a weekend trip would be to a jungle retreat or to a Coorg home-stay. A day trip would either be Srirangapatna or Nandi hills.The culture lovers would pay a visit to Mysore or Hampi.  Moreover, though I was born and brought up in Bangalore, I could not give a better answer than a feeble, “I’ll send an email”. This was a decade back and it set me thinking.

Do we really know our state well? The Western Ghats, its people, their way of life, the long Konkan coast, the green Mysore & Coorg belt, the eastern and northern parts where rainfall is much lesser and life’s much tougher and of course the colourful history of Bangalore – we are lucky to have all this diversity. The question that instigated me to know much more about the region, also made me want to share the same with others and that’s how Unhurried started.

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2012 in bangalore, culture & heritage, india, travel

 

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Camping in the Ghats

I’m always charmed by the Western Ghats, the Sahyadri Mountain range that separates the sea coast from the south Indian plateau. Blame it on the eco-diversity of this area, the wildlife sightings, the enchanting valleys, the coffee plantations or the sprawling bungalows now waking up to tourism; a region tailor made for the typical traveller who loves to click and capture the ambience into digital bytes.

I always loved Coorg and Nilgiri regions but never had been up north, rather north-west of Bangalore – to the Sharavathy valley.  So in this summer, when a friend suggested camping in this region, I was keen to explore. Going to the Ghats has the uplifting feeling and this time to an unexplored part was like the icing on the cake.

The region lies between Shimoga and North Kanara (Uttara Kannada) districts; Sagara or Sagar is the nearest town to the famous Jog water falls. Like the coffee plantations in the Coorg belt, this region is famous for its acacia plantations (betelnut).

It’s a six hour journey from Bangalore to Sagar ; one can reach by an overnight bus or car. From here, our camping site was another half an hour away at Nandigodu; next to this is Heggodu which is home to the popular travelling theatre, Ninasam.

We were to camp in the fields of Ganganna(Gangadharappa), a farmer who owns land in Nandigodu.

Ganganna, like hundreds of other farmers, lost his land when the Linganamakki Dam was built. However, he has been quite resourceful and has shared his traditional home with tourists who use the facilities at this home and camp on his fields. Of course the monsoon is an added attraction for the travellers as the sowing season begins.

This eco escape is the brainchild of Nidhi Tiwari, an avid traveller and writer who wanted to give something back to the community she belonged to. She started a couple of eco tourism projects that promotes the ecology and culture of the local region. With a trained team picked from the local community, she aims at building awareness of the local communities and the travellers.

Ganganna’s home

His century old home reminds one of old Mysorean and Manglorean style of housing with low tiled roofs and small wooden doors.

Sitting in his ancestral village home, one can observe a small flower garden, beyond which is open fields dry during the summer. Far beyond that are acres of green betelnut trees. Life is hard here but for an urban visitor, the greens and the fields paint a soothing contrast to the urban chaos of Indian cities.

Some customs were familiar; I could relate to the Ganganna’s mother collecting flowers from the garden for her daily puja. It reminded me of my paati (grandmother) who went through the same routine everyday albeit in our tiny urban home in the 80s.

Activities

The main attraction of this place is the Sharavathy backwaters. A few kilometres from the camping site  is a huge water body. Our guide, Ganapathy, enlightened us that this is the Sharavathy backwaters released from the Dam. To our surprise the water is very sweet and warm.

We were given life jackets. “It can hold a hundred kilos” informed our guide. So with the jackets on we floated, swam, played all under the watchful eye of our guide. For a person who has never swum, I was able to manage thanks to Ganapathy. The feeling of being in water is that of elation; it was only during the return three hours later that our limbs started to ache.

The simple home cooked food that awaited us was simply delicious. Rice, chapathi, kosambari, palya rasam , sweets and the inevitable banana freshly cut from the trees in the nearby thotas were delicious from start  to finish. Needless to say that we did a full justice to it.

Heritage

There are two historical towns in the vicinity of Sagar – Keladi & Ikkeri. Once a powerful kingdom that ruled the coastal & central Karnataka, it became a vassal to Mysore Kingdom during Hyder Ali’s reign. Today, these towns are famous for the centuries old temples built during the reign of Keladi chieftains. Keladi has a museum next to the temple that is home to many inscriptions and statues that were found around the region. An auto ride from Nandigodu to these towns can cost around Rs 300-400.

Nidhi’s team has other activities too – trekking, rope climbing, culture and heritage tours. However the main attraction of this place is certainly the backwaters.  With the monsoons coming up (June-July), it would be just the right time to travel up there. There is another camping site that’s much more remote & pristine. Maybe it’s time for a second visit.

 
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Posted by on May 24, 2011 in adventure, ecology, india, travel

 

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And Bangalore was put on the map

The usual misconception is that it is the IT(computer software) industry which put Bangalore on the global map. The fact is Bangalore was officially known to the western world much before the first mainframes were invented. Here’s the history behind how this small town was first, literally, put on the map. The article has been published in Deccan Herald, Spectrum edition today.

You could also read it at here (epaper) or here(text)

 
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Posted by on March 29, 2011 in bangalore, cities, culture & heritage, india

 

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Pavagadh – Let the mountain sink!

This is a sequel to the Vadodara post.

Around 45 km from Vadodara stands a huge hillock – Pavagadh. Standing at a height of 822 meters,it is home to a Kali temple that draws thousands of devotees. There are also remains of a fort settlement on the hill.
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Posted by on February 10, 2011 in cities, culture & heritage, india, travel

 

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Vadodara or Baroda – apart from its famous university

My travelogue on Vadodara aka Baroda, Of the regal past, was recently published in Deccan Herald’s Sunday Supplement.

Here’s the unedited version.

The Queen Regent Jamna Bai was relieved. The terror reign of Malhar Rao was finally over. That he had tried to poison the Resident was the final nail in the coffin. Now, she had one more task –of choosing a worthy successor who would rule the Gaekwad Kingdom wisely. Among all the boyschosen to become the next Maharaja of Gaekwad, she found young Gopal Rao very promising. Andshe had made the right choice. Gopal Rao became Sayaji Rao Gaekwad III, the Maharaja of GaekwadKingdom. Under his rule, the region at large and its capital, Vadodara (Baroda) thrived.

(Image Courtesy: Google maps)

Baroda or Vadodara lies in Western India, 120 km from Ahmedabad. It is also the former capital ofGaekwad State.
The city’s progress can be divided into two segments – before Sayaji Rao III and after. Sayaji’s reignin Baroda was during 1863 to 1939.
Lakshmi Vilas Palace


Hence my first stop was at the majestic Lakshmi Vilas Palace in the heart of the city. The Palace wascommissioned by Sayaji Rao and was architected by an Englishman, Major Charles Mant. It wascompleted in 1890. The Hindi speaking guide narrated the story of the dynasty in the flattering tone that spoke of loyaltyfor his royal employers. The Palace though open for public, is privately owned and maintained by theroyal family.
Built in Indo Sarcenic Style, the heritage structure reflects an Indo European amalgamation ofarchitecture. The paintings that adorn the entrance to the ornate Diwan –e-Khaas hall, the Italianfountain, the main staircase built with no extended support, the busts of royal family all reflect thesame feeling.


As the guide led the group from one room to another, I mentally drifted to those days when theMaharajas ruled in all their pomp and splendour. The Maharajas in full Regalia in the court, thecrystal chandeliers, the marble and granite statues, the paintings with an Italian feel to them, theportrait of the successive Kings and Regents, the various arms and ammunition used in those days.

The palace from the outside just like the city reflects the cultural amity through a combination ofdome, turrets and towers; with respect to the different religious symbols of architecture – Christian,Jain, Muslim and Hindu.
Predictably, our guide spoke highly about Maharaja Sayaji Rao III who did much to the bettermentof the city.

A Maratha King to a Gujarati township he ensured the strong cosmopolitan culturewhich the city holds is maintained. He made primary education compulsory in his state. He foundedthe Bank of Baroda in 1908 and was instrumental in setting up the first inter city railway in India,between Bombay and Baroda. He also initiated the idea of a University in Baroda accessible toall; the task however was completed by his grandson, Pratap Singh Rao Gaekwad. He gifted theKomati Baug now called as Sayaji Baug to the Baroda City. He put Baroda on the Industrial map bypromoting Textile industry.
As I heard his achievements narrated quite emotionally by the guide, it reminded me of our ownNalvadi Krishnaraja Wodeyar who reigned Mysore State around the same time(1884 to 1940).
In fact there are a lot of similarities in their rule and hence their cities – encouragement for arts andculture, importance to education, promoting economic and industrial growth in their respectiveKingdoms. In fact, the main thoroughfare in Mysore is named after Sayaji Rao Gaekwad!

(Image Courtesy: Wikipedia)
Mulling over such similarities, I walked along with the group out of the building and stood facing the Palace. It looked magnificent and somehow reminded me of Rajasthan. “You are right in a way”,replied our Guide. “The entire palace has been built using Sandstone, imported from Jodhpur”, he explained.

The Lakshmi Vilas Palace reminded me of the Amba Vilas Palace of Mysore. Sadly, thereis no write up about the place and one has to rely on the guide’s accented Hindi. The only one audioguide instrument is slow with the music fillers more than the description.

The greens around the Palace are now converted into a golf course. An outdoor auditorium is rentedout for weddings. The Fateh Singh Museum next door, once the school for Princes, consists of anexcellent collection of Ravi Verma’s paintings, much of them are portraits of the royal family. Theone that caught my eye was a couple of horses with two princes that looked different from differentangles.
That the Gaekwads loved the railways is evident by the fact that Maharaja Pratap Rao Gaekwadhad a three km long mini railway track around the Palace grounds to ferry the young Princes andPrincesses from the palace to their school. Built by Mr Bullock the owner of Survey Border andCamberley Railway in 1936, it made its maiden run in 1941 on the third birthday of Maharaja RanjitSingh Gaekwad. A scaled down model of the train stands proudly in front of the Museum.

History before Gaekwads

However, the history of the city dates even further back. The city was supposed to be created on thebanks of Vishwamitri river, named after the famous Sage Vishwamitra. Today however the town’smain water source is Ajwa lake.
The region’s documented history dates as far back as 812 AD when traders settled in this region. Theregion was ruled by Hindu Kings until 1297 and then it was ruled by Independent Muslim rulers untilthe Mughals conquered them. It finally fell into the hands of the Marathas who reigned from 1732until Independence when the Kingdom acceded to Indian Union.
Baroda Today

(Image Courtesy: Wikipedia)

Baroda is better known to day for its University. Its huge dome looms large inside the city. The day I was in the city, Venki, the Nobel laureate was giving a lecture in its premises. The Universityhas a number of courses ranging from performing arts to sciences. Predictably the areas where itsstudents’ hang around have a very lively ambience.


The old city area is very crowded and thrives as a busy shopping place. The streets are extremely narrow and many old houses are built in the typical old Maratha architecture, snugly fit, complete with narrow wooden staircases and a rope to hang on to! The busy area can be compared to Bangalore’s pete (Chikka pete) where every house has a shop andvehicles are driven through the narrowest of lanes.
The main language of the city is Gujarati; however the cosmopolitan group also speak Hindi. As is the case of every town or city, the bungalows in the new city are being replaced by set of apartments.

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2011 in cities, culture & heritage, general, india, travel

 

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Mt Abu – A Gujju Picnic Spot in Rajasthan

Mt Abu (Arbuda) is as popular to Rajasthanis & Gujaratis as Nandi Hills is to Bangaloreans. Just 58 kms from the neighbouring state of Gujarat, this mountain and the surrounding Aravalli range are home to some of the highest peaks in Rajasthan. The nearby Guru Shikar stands tall at 1722 metres above sea leavel. There is a small Dattatreya temple on the peak.

It is also home to the famous and most intricately carved Dilwara Jain temples. The temples were built during different periods from 11th to 13th centuries  and dedicated to Jain Tirthankaras.  There are 5 temples inside the Jain complex. The oldest one, Vimal Vasahi, was built during the 10th century by Vimal Shah, a minister in the Chalukya period. On the left as one enters is a Hastishala, featuring a row of elephants sculpted in 11th century by a descendent of Vimal Shah.

The carvings inside each temple are simply mind blowing. The work has spanned across decades in each of these temples. Jain Tirthankara statues, Jain stories, Lotus petals – each inch of the white marble is so intricately carved that the Lonely Planet India writer describes – “it looks like you could break it off and eat it”. Unfortunately camera is not allowed inside.  The temple opens at noon! and yes, there’s no prasadam or theertham here as my hungry kid found out.

Another famous tourist spot in these mountains is the Nakki lake. A huge lake surrounded by the hills, it is heavily marketed and the tourists can enjoy boating to the loud Bollywood music in the background.

Unlike Nandi Hills, Mt Abu has a huge variety of restaurants. Right from small fast food places to upscale hotels. There’s even a Cafe Coffee Day! After a week of dal roti, I  had been to Sankalp, a good South Indian restaurant chain, and polished off a delicious bisibelebath in Rajasthan at a height of ..mmm.. who cares

Homestays & Hotels we stayed at:

Jaipur – Rawla Homestay

Pros - beautiful home just off the main road & yet away from the city hustle, good food, great ambience & easy on wallet.

Con - Hot water for the bath sometimes trickles from the tap; but shower works (I couldn’t fathom the reason for this)!

Udaipur - Jagat Niwas Hotel

Pros – Superb location (ask for a lake facing rooms), roof top restaurant, very near to the palace & touristy areas.

Con – Narrow hilly roads. SUVs might find it tough to navigate here. Costly, (luxury comes with a price), yet worth it.

Tips & Tricks

Food

Never expect local cuisine at a luxury hotel since it caters to high end visitors.  The hotel restaurants are great for a leisurely lunch or dinner with a lovely ambience, but not for those in a hurry. Lonely Planet comes to rescue sometimes on budget eats. However remember the writers are mostly western and will give a thumbs up to good European food.

Explore, ask around, check out the market areas that are usually dotted with many hotels. If you want to play safe, try the restaurant chains that you know & have eaten at. Most importantly, drink a lot of water. Even in winter, western India can be quite hot.

Fees, fares & tour

Ask at your hotel reception the approximate cost for the tour, guides’ fee , taxi fares etc. Ability to speak hindi is an advantage. Guides usually take you through shopping areas or shops where they get a commission. Buy only if you have to. Unless government owned, bargain. If you dont know how to bargain, dont buy.

 
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Posted by on January 31, 2011 in culture & heritage, india, travel

 

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Udaipur – the powerhouse of the Rajputs

Udaipur – founded by Maharana Udai Singh II, when he lost the famous Chittor fort to the Mughals. A picturesque city set amidst aravalli hills, surrounded by lakes, a rich culture and a famous history. I was very excited to leave the more commercialised Jaipur to experience this land of Rajputs. Added to the fact was that we had booked a suite that faced the famous lake Pichola.

Journey

Udaipur is 401.4 km from Jaipur. Travelling from Jaipur, one has to take NH8 route. However that day, the road was blocked due to Gujjar protests. So we took a slightly longer route from Pushkar, via Chittorgarh on NH79.

I was very keen to see Chittor – the doomed fort town which withstood more than three attacks by Mughals. But the most famous tragic tale is that of Rani Padmini who fell into the pyre(jauhar) with other royal ladies while their husbands along with the King Ratan Singh committed Saka – fighting till death a losing battle with Alauddin Khilji, Sultan of Delhi.

In fact, the doomed tale of Chittoor led to the founding of Udaipur.  During the third raid on the fort by the Mughals led by Akbar, Maharana Udai Singh II ran away from Chittor and founded a new city, Udaipur in the foothills of Aravalli range. Since it was well nestled among the mountains, it was safe from the ravaging Mughals.

While the stories are very interesting and full of drama, the landscape is far from it. Going on the NH 79, the scenery appeared dusty, arid and with occasional dry bushes on either side. The bright burning sun gave the final composition to the stark region; we had not even touched the desert region! I dreaded to have a flat tyre in this highway.

Still, it was a good journey, atleast we were in a car! Imagine crossing these regions on a horseback! I loved the stark contrast of the landscape with the colourful clothes the people wear here. While the journey was uneventful, the last leg took away much of my enthusiasm of arriving at Udaipur. Thanks to the President of India!

It seems, Ms Prathibha Patil, our honorable President had arrived at Udaipur to offer prayers at Jag Mandir, the lake temple. This resulted in the inevitable traffic jam that usually occurs in such occasions. The last few kilometres of tarred road looked like a badly packed closet with every kind of vehicle trying to nose its wheel into the last inch of space left on the highway. So what should take 30 minutes took us 2 painful hours of crawling at the speed of an ant.

We finally reached the hotel at 11 in the night and my son went to sleep without dinner – well, atleast in a comfortable bed. Thank you bureaucracy!

Jagat Niwas

The next morning, we rose from our beds to appreciate at the location of Jagat Niwas. The heritage hotel overlooking Lake Pichola was right next to the huge Udaipur Palace. Our room was the lowest one that had box windows jutting into the lake. Sipping chai and looking out, it seemed as if our room was precariously perched on the water.

As I wandered around the courtyard, I spotted a huge tulsi plant with a traditional katte (platform). Jagat Niwas hotel, like every other hotel in this area, was once a haveli. Build in the traditional style with an open courtyard in the centre and surrounded by myriad suites, I suspect this corner to be a ladies’ section. The hotel is a very popular one and one needs to book in advance, especially if you want a lake facing room.

Lake Pichola

Lake Pichola is a vast lake 3 miles long and 2 miles wide.  Perched high on one side is the huge Palace and smattering set of heritage buildings that are now hotels. On the other side one can see the ghats, Jagdish temple and in the far end, one can spot the Sajjangarh fort, a summer home of the Mewar royals which is also a good spot to enjoy a good sunset.

The lake however is man made and built in 13th century, by Rana Banjara who evacuated an entire Picholi to form this lake! Lakes such as these were then used as water sources (for bathing, washing etc) other than providing a surreal ambience.  Very beautiful and picturesque, this lake can however get completely dry in summer.

The lake has two islands that are home to Lake Palace and Jag Mandir. While the former is now a hotel, the latter is a small Shiv temple with a restaurant and calm instrumental music wafting in hot afternoons. An obvious delight to have lunch at.

About the food, be warned, since most of the tourists here are foreigners, the heritage havelis and the palace hotels serve continental or standard north indian food. To try a local cuisine, one has to leave the lake side and visit the inner areas.

After a series of dal bhatis, we craved for some idli dosas and visited a south indian hotel in the market area. Surprisingly it was great food that we did full justice too! In the western part, look for Gujarathi hotels, they would also serve good South Indian food. I loved the colourful chutneys(atlest four!) that they serve before the main course is ready.

City Palace

When you go for a boat ride on the lake Pichola, look at the palace from a distance. The huge palace complex appears atleast half the size of the hillock nearby. You’ll get a rough estimate of how huge this palace is. A local guide said with pride that this was the largest palace in Rajasthan & the second largest Palace in Asia! I can vouch for his pride but am not sure about the fact:)

The Palace is actually a huge complex of palaces built during different eras spanning over 300 years. The ‘Rai Angan’ was the first to be built by Rana Udai Singh II. Consequently the Fateh Prakash Palace, Krishna Mahal, Mor chowk etc have been built in different eras. As one enters the palace through a three arched gates (Tripolia), there are several toranas in the passage that leads to mehak chowk. These were then used to weigh the kings and an equal amount of gold was distributed among the people. No wonder the locals like there royalty so much!

The passage leads to a huge courtyard which is often hired for private weddings. Though lucrative for the Palace upkeep, it does take away the royal ambience that goes with such huge palaces. Some of the palaces here are hotels. Check with the reception in advance if you plan to have lunch here since they get booked for private parties where general hungry public are not allowed. Its quite a distance from one end to the other here, so be prepared & keep your rucksack full.

Apart from Udai Singh, the other famous King of the Sisodia clan is Maharana Pratap who defeated Akbar in the battle of Haldighati. The Mewar dynasty is quite long and the stories make a charming book that can be taxing even for a history buff.  My advice, take a guided tour – if you get tired, make it across two days for a couple of hours in a day each.

Sajjangarh

(image courtesy: Wikipedia)

This hilltop fort is actually a hunting lodge cum palace of the Rajputs, built by yet another Rana, Rana Sajjan Singh. Perched on the very top of the hill, its interiors are stark, unlike the beautiful City Palace. However the tourists visit this hill top fort for its views of the udaipur city and the magnificent Sunset.

I like the sunsets in Rajasthan. Unlike South India, which have skies with passing white clouds that give a haze to the brightness of the sun, the Sun in Rajasthan is magnificent and hot. Its the only thing that decorates the sky. And at 6pm (atleast in winter), one moment its there and the next moment its gone, taking away the heat and making way to the coolness of the moon. I’m not being poetic, the Sun is.

Udaipur City


The best way to know more about the old city is to walk everywhere. While the recent added areas are much like any other modern Indian city, the roads in old area near the Ghats have deceptive narrow roads that almost seems to lead you into someone’s haveli turned hotel. Along the small lanes are shops that sell almost everything – colourful clothes, bags, handicrafts and also ‘fast and furious internet’ connection. Massage Parlours are very popular here and some of them tout the Lonely Planet recommended badges.

While the entire area has a venice like ambience, with every nook or corner leading into an charming haveli, I was taken aback with the aggressive driving in these matchbox like areas. An area that was originally planned for pedestrians have very little of them today. Two wheelers, rickshaws, tongas, cars and even small tempos zip in & out of the urban maze! Enjoyable until you get caught in a traffic jam.

Just one advice to Indian tourists. Most of the LP recommended restaurants serve good continental food. So dont just go by the LP rating – see what kind of food you would prefer.

 
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Posted by on January 27, 2011 in cities, culture & heritage, india, travel

 

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The Rajasthan Diary – Amer Fort

I just saw that my last post in this blog has been in June 2010! Work had taken so much of my mental space that i was too drained out to write anything. So now in 2011 I am coming back with a vengeance.The next few posts will be about Rajasthan, the much written about and most popular tourist place in India. More significantly, a place that I have never been to even though I have lived in India for almost all my life.

The first of the posts is on Amer Fort near Jaipur.

Amer Fort

It was a family trip to Rajasthan in December 2010.  Jaipur was our first halt. That afternoon; after a good lunch in the old Jaipur city, we were on the way to Amer.

Jaipur as a city consists of 3 townships – Amer, old Jaipur and new Jaipur City. Amer or Amber (pronounced as um – bur which means Sky) Fort was originally built by Raja Man Singh I in the 15th century. Amer was the capital of Kachhawa rulers who ruled the region from here until Sawai Jai Singh II founded Jaipur.

Our guide explained to us the significance of the word ‘Sawai’ that’s prefixed to Jaipur rulers. It seems when the Mughal Emperor Muhammad Shah on a hunting spree in the forests of this region was surprised that every Lion had a pierced nose. When he came to know that the Raja of Jaipur had performed such a feat, he proclaimed the king as ‘Sawai’. From then on, all the kings of Jaipur have a ‘Sawai’ prefixed to their names.

As we reached the foothills of Amer, I realised that it’s not just a small fortress but spans across a whole hilly region. One can see the fort boundaries around the many hill peaks and troughs. Amer is a whole fortified township with a separate governing body. Amer has an Amer Development Authority, much like our BDA (Bangalore Development Authority).

As the car drove uphill, we could see many old dilapidated havelis. Our guide mentioned that some of them were in litigation and hence the bad upkeep. He was pretty excited about a couple of heritage dwellings that Vasundhara Raje and Lalit Modi had bought in this heritage zone. Since then there was hue and cry the places were returned to the government, he continued.

We entered the main palace through the entrance that Kings used after a successful battle.

A small temple of Kali stands here locked – not for public view. A Ganesha Idol, carved on a single piece of coral, is placed atop the door. The goddess, it seems, is a very fiery one and claimed human sacrifice when she was first installed. Since then there has always been animal sacrifice here.

Pol means ‘gate’ in Rajasthani. The courtyard can be entered through Suraj Pol and Chand Pol. A small staircase leads us to the inner courtyard. As we enter, on the left is Diwan-e-Aam, a place where the King used to hold meetings with the people. Since the Rajasthan rulers had made peace with the Mughals, the Hindu and Mughal friendship reflects in the architecture of this period in Jaipur.

Within the palace is a much beautiful Diwan-e-Khaas, the Durbar hall where the Kings met his ministers.

The Diwan-e-Aam is pillared and much simpler in style and architecture compared to Diwan-e-Khaas which blew my breath away. Bejewelled with Belgian mirrors, the hall is a perfect example to tout Rajasthani craftsmanship. The design has been immortalised in the set created for the Madhubala’s famous song (‘Pyar kiya toh to Darna Kya’) in the movie Anarkali. Movies, thankfully, are not permitted in the area.

In front of the Diwan-e-Khaas is a small garden with fountains. The entire palace area is very beautiful. While from outside it looks strong and sturdy as any fortified area is, the inside reflects the famous Rajasthani craftsmanship and paintings. But what I was really surprised and awed was the civil engineering of those times.

Some excellent examples are in the seasonal chambers for the Queens’ chambers.

Winter: The insides of these rooms are designed with Belgian mirrors that are slightly convex. In winter when the lamps are lit, the glass gets heated and provides much warmth in the room.

Summer: Ducts carrying rainwater are very strategically placed just above the thin curtain that covers the room. As the water drops on the cloth, the draft through the huge windows cools the wet cloth and creates a natural air conditioning to the place.

Spring: Perfumes are strategically placed in inlets that bring in monsoon water. As the water flows over these perfumes, the room suddenly becomes fragrant. The water flows further down and drains into a central garden.

Bathing area: Separate inlets carry hot and cold water into a common room that has a pit, a kind of a bathtub. The waste water can is then channelled through another outlet.

In such a hot place, especially atop a hill, water has always been a precious resource. From the small hunting lodge like Sajjan garh to a huge palace at Amer, the engineers have harvested rain water very skilfully. A common pit is constructed in the palace courtyard where all the collected rain water is streamed into. In those days, battles went on for months. The pit served as an excellent well to pack water for the soldiers.

As we left, our guide mentioned that we could ride up to the fort on an elephant like how they used to come in the old times– something that my four year old would have appreciated more than all the history.  We then settled for a camel ride near Jal Mahal as a reward for putting up with his parents and a hot relentless December sun. (It was anything but cold here when we visited. We missed the cold wave by a week I think).

Fact File

Where: Amer is  13 km from Jaipur city

How to go: You can hire a cab/taxi from Jaipur. Vehicles can go until the top. Alternatively there are elephant rides from the foothill to the palace.

What to do: I would recommend a guide to accompany you. Audio guides are also available. Guides fee for the Palace can be around Rs 100 to 150/-

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2011 in cities, culture & heritage, india

 

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Life in the Backwaters – Kumarakom

Sipping chai in a Kettuvallam (houseboat) as it glides on the calm and serene waters; numerous mangroves and coconut trees that dot the landscape, time standing still – the setting is picture perfect. This tranquil image is more than enough to attract a city dweller who suffers from a chronic too-much-of-traffic-need-a-holiday migraine in our chaotic metros.

Kerala Tourism has done its job really well. After having visited the hills and tea estates in the northern part of Kerala, ‘God’s Own Country’ still beckoned me to visit the beautiful backwaters of the south. When the time came for us to take a family holiday, a lakeside resort in Kumarakom was what we chose. My Malayali friend had remarked that such resorts represent the rich tourist’s ‘gated Kerala’ and the ‘real’ Kerala was always shielded from the visitors. I was about to find out soon enough.

Kumarakom is easily accessible from Bangalore. The state transport corporations and private operators run comfortable A/C buses for the overnight journey from Bangalore to Kottayam, the nearest city from where one can take a taxi or another bus to Kumarakom. If you book in advance, the Kanyakumari Express from Bangalore to Kottayam is perhaps the most convenient way to travel. The quickest option is to take a flight to Kochi (Cochin) and hire a taxi from there to Kumarakom. We chose the third option as we wanted to maximise time spent in Kumarakom.

As I sat in the taxi from Kochi to Kumarakom, I had some conflicting emotions – happy that we were on a well-deserved holiday but apprehensive of a touristy and sanitized resort.  The ride to Kumarakom was a blur of coconut trees, paddy cultivations and near misses. It reminded me of the Formula 1 races we watch on Sundays. Do all the coastal drivers learn from the same school where Schumacher and Hamilton learnt to drive?

The resort

(courtesy: www.makemytrip.com)

Kumarakom is one of the tiny villages that dot Vembanad Lake. The chief occupations in the area are paddy cultivation, fishing and coconut plantations. The place would have stayed as such if Kerala’s tourism industry had not made it famous. The fascinating beauty of the lakes and lagoons was intelligently positioned for the drove of tourists who love the relaxing ambience of the backwaters. Even though there are innumerable resorts right along the lake’s coast, weekends and long holidays are especially busy times and we were lucky to get a booking in one of them, the Backwater Ripples.

At the end of a longish journey we ended up at the resort two hours late, and I couldn’t wait to hit the shower. Not before a lady in a traditional white-and-gold saree applied ‘chandanam’ on our foreheads and did an aarti. Visions of the welcome received by visiting cricket teams and foreign delegates flashed across my mind. This simple Indian welcome has become so touristy and synonymous with foreigners that I had forgotten one could greet our own people this way.

Backwater Ripples is a lovely resort. Facing the lake, it’s a more economical option compared to the spectacular Radisson and the famous Taj next door. A swimming pool on the very edge of the resort, almost touching the lake bed gives a feel of swimming in the vast lake. Predictably, the resort also offered the famous Kerala ayurvedic therapies.

Curiosity drove me to the massage parlour and some simple marketing by them made me try some treatments. To their credit, they were quite good and professional. The medicated oil that they sold also provided some relief to my parents’ rheumatic problems back home in Bangalore.

The day we arrived at the resort, we took a complimentary boat ride on the lake. Vembanad Lake is the longest and largest lake in Kerala. The lake is fed by many rivers that rise in Western Ghats and flow westwards to join the Arabian Sea. Cities like Alappuzha, Ernakulam and Kottayam are set on the periphery of this scenic lake. Watching the lake’s coast, in Kumarakom, with its many beautiful resorts, the monotonous drone of the motor, the slight breeze in the twilight can be very hypnotic. I retreated gently into a mood of idyllic tranquillity.

Kumarakom Village

A walk through the village is one of the activities suggested in the resort’s guidebook. “Oh! That’s for the foreigners ma’am. They are interested in such things. Of course we (Indians) know all about it.”, the dainty receptionist explained smilingly when I asked for details. Well, being a city-bred person, I did not know ‘all’ about rural life, and therefore forced my husband to leave his book and hammock aside and walk through the winding lanes of the village. I was determined to explore the Kerala, beyond the resort.

Life in Kumarakom revolves around the lake water. The lake provides them Karimeen (fish) and is the main source of water for the paddy cultivation and the coconut trees. The water is everywhere. It lazily meanders around homes, in front of the doors and into the fields. Most houses have a basic bridge that consists of a rope to hold for support and a coconut tree trunk as the base! Can’t be easy to get back drunk late at night if one isn’t used to tight-rope walking.

Some bigger homes have better concrete-looking bridges. As is typical with India, the water of the lake is used for bathing, washing utensils and sadly, also as the only sewage outlet. With all the money from tourism, why can’t the Government invest in good sanitation? The roads were also a let down. Being a preferred holiday destination for politicians and film stars, I had expected better roads atleast.

A few churches dot the village scene, an indication of local religion of the land. Along the main road connecting Kumarakom to Kottayam, new spacious houses were under construction and I could spot television sets in many homes. Clearly the local people are earning extra income through the thriving tourism and are well-connected to the outside world. One of them showed us how to temper a bamboo stalk to make it straight and use as an oar for the small boats. These boats are used to navigate through narrow moats and carry clay that are used in pottery.

I couldn’t help feeling that Kerala has succeeded in convincing its rural citizens that by parting with their lands for building resorts, and attracting tourists, their lot could also improve. Further up north on the Arabian coast, the same effect hasn’t yet been achieved in Karnataka, which perhaps has exactly the same set of attractions to offer to tourists – the backwaters and coconut tree-filled landscape. To their credit, Kerala has also not gone overboard as Goa perhaps has. The tourism industry realises that its charm lies in retaining some of its old world character.

“If anyone tries to lure you for a boat-ride up the lake, you should bargain heavily”, advised our rickshaw driver while swerving to avoid a moon-crater like pothole on the road. We were clinging for dear life on the way back from Kumarakom’s bird sanctuary. The sanctuary is huge and one of its main visitors is the Siberian crane. Atleast that’s what the board says. Visiting this place at 10 am, there was not much chance of spotting any.

The rickshaw driver acted as our self appointed guide, so I ventured to ask him a good place to taste the local cuisine. The Kerala restaurants in Bangalore list mouth watering menu of appams, idiyappams, stews and sea food.

But here in the small towns and villages, we learnt from him, it is mainly chor (boiled rice) or parotta (not to be confused with the Punjabi paranthas) with Karimeen (fish) curry.  Having tasted parotta in a highway hotel, I did not want to try it again. However if you are a non-vegetarian and love sea food, you might like the Karimeen they offer.

So we decided to pamper ourselves with the exotic cuisine back at the resort. Anticipating a lunch of appams & stew, we were easily shocked that the lunch buffet was entirely North Indian – rotis, sabjis and pulao. The largely North Indian tourists, we were told, love Kumarakom but prefer North Indian dishes. Disappointed but determined we requested the chef for an entire coastal spread for dinner.

(courtesy: Wikipedia)

The request was serviced and later that night, having a sumptuous dinner of appams, stew, chor and rasam, it still wasn’t the same. From the banquet hall, one could hear loud Bollywood music for a party of techies from one of the many IT firms from Bangalore. A family from Delhi next to us were feasting on rotis and alu curry.

Though we witnessed a Mohiniattam by a graceful petite Malayali danseuse after the dinner, my friend’s remark about a ‘sanitized’ Kerala rang in my ears. However Kumarakom, just like any other town or village in Kerala, exists beyond the beyond the resort’s beautiful setting. Venture out and observe through a traveller’s critical eye. Enter in and get pampered like a Bollywood star. Best of both worlds.

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2010 in india, travel, Uncategorized

 

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Charminar on three wheels

The old Hyderabad area, the shopping centre around Charminar is a photographer’s paradise(apart from being a shoppers’ dream). The busy market area, the colour, the vibrancy will make a photographer go into a clicking frenzy, especially with a weather more pleasant than Bangalore(this was post monsoon time in 2009).

But with a cranky 3 year old, I could just take a few shots from a flying auto(still have to get used to hyderabad’s rickshaws) that raced through the area.

I have uploaded some photos of the area. In case you call them bad, try clicking snaps crouched in the back of an auto with a eager infant wanting to click some on his own.

Shahran MarketThe colourful Market Square.

I like the bright orange dress.

Charminar, a first glimpse.

I wonder how the area looked like when this structure first came up. Did the market sprout around the structure or the other way round?

A Bollywood message or a simple design on the auto?

 
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Posted by on January 13, 2010 in cities, culture & heritage, india

 

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