Just another party in the city.

Ragini had planned the perfect celebration. A small candle-lit dinner, with her boyfriend Mehul and some close friends, right in her house. It was going to be the perfect 1^st anniversary celebration ever. Except she hadn’t anticipated Hawaldar Rao and his colleague Chandra Reddy inviting themselves over. Apparently the inspectors had paid them a visit, after noticing couple of cars parked outside a house lit only with candles. “The four of us were just done with dinner and were chilling out on the terrace, when we heard someone’s voice downstairs. We went downstairs to see two policemen in my drawing room” says Ragini, who is renting an independent house in HXYZ Layout, Bangalore. 

Ragini’s  boyfriend Mehul further elaborates “They might have knocked once, before entering. One of them kept saying that it was a negligence on our part to leave the door unlocked. Though we apologized, they weren’t satisfied. In fact, that’s when they sat on our shoulders and demanded we go with them to the station on account of negligence to lock the door. Moreover they kept saying we were unknown guys in an unknown girl’s house beyond an unknown time, which was a crime. After that heck of a line we were given the option to either appear in court the next day or pay the fine there and then, which apparently was three thousand rupees. And when I asked for the receipt, they said I could collect it from the chowki, if I wanted it that bad. Unbelievable!”

When contacted, the SI at the local station, brushed off the matter saying  “I wasn’t there personally, but you must report the entire story, of how in such cases, we find them indulging in immoral activities and let them off with nothing but a warning. We have a responsibility towards our society and it’s our duty to safeguard all it’s interests. I’m sure those kids are exaggerating the facts. In this case, my men pointed out to the resident, that her door was open, and this is what we get in return. We have absolutely no interest in being party spoilers, and such irresponsible kids and the media are the ones drawing a shabby picture of the police force.”

Ragini however maintains that the door was completely closed. “Maybe it wasn’t locked, but I’m sure it was closed. Either ways how can they just barge into a girl’s house at the dead of the night and demand money? Also they speak only in kannada and were completely drunk.”

Youngsters living in the city often complain that unlike Mumbai and Delhi, where clubs and restaurants remain open till about 3am, the 11:30 pm curfew in Bangalore is a mood damper, which is why they have to plan parties at home and risk waking up the neighbours or paying fines. 

Ajay, an engineer and a resident of HXYZ layout, however points out “Girls generally are noisier and drunk girls are worse. We bachelors are awake till about 2am every weekend watching football and having chilled beer. Neither have we bothered anyone, nor has anyone bothered us.”

Peace

Hope and Faith

The thing about life changing decisions is that all of them seem to be the perfect thing to do while you’re taking them. Even if they aren’t, one’s subconscious plays the mind game and convinces oneself that  it is the right decision. These decisions, however radical and significant, seem super smart while making them. However after a few hours, the real importance of our choice begins to sink in. In some cases they seem wise, in most cases, scary. We often come to a point where we realize that an important piece of information was overlooked. That’s when a few nervous souls go into overdrive, giving their choices a second thought. Some of them stop and choose the other choice. Some accept it was a mistake and start again. Some, however stick by their choice strongly. They choose to, because of determination but more importantly, because of hope. Hope is perhaps man’s last weapon, in his armory. Hope is fuelled by faith. The stronger the faith, the higher the hopes. Perhaps that’s why a billion souls hope for a victory every time Sachin Tendulkar walks into the ground. Had Dhoni, not had enough faith in himself, he wouldn’t have bat up the order, and hoped to seize the WC.  Leaders aren’t men, who take the right decision. Leaders are those who take a decision and prove it right.

Never analyze your options more than what is required. A good friend once said, over-analysis leads to paralysis. It’s not possible to sit in a room and see yourself 10 years from now. Those who say, they saw, lied. They didn’t see, but they hoped. Only the ones that truly believes in themselves can achieve what they hope for. Hope and faith are inter-dependent. One needs to have faith to hope and some need hope to strengthen their faith.  These are what life’s most important decisions are made of. A hope for a better life and the faith that we can achieve what we hope for. Hope and Faith.

One Language, One spirit

Music influences everything. If not in a Hans Zimmer way, then in an Ilayaraaja manner. I find it wonderfully ubiquitous and subtle at the same time.  I believe there’s music in sunshine, in that special someone’s laughter, and even in the most powerful 3 worded sentence in the world. Just as there’s music in everything that’s good, there’s music in bad too. Some listen to sad, heart wrenching songs, after a bad break up, whereas other prefer a specific rock song, by puddle of mud. We often resort to music not just to express our emotions, but also to understand them.

Music influences us as individuals, our moods, our relationships, our sleep patterns and our work. It has the power to change one’s status update on Facebook. I may not hook up with someone, because she listens to lady gaga, and yet, I may bend the rules for a Katy Perry fan. Music, helps me introspect, retrospect and sometimes circumspect and not because my name means so, but because a structured arrangement of vocal tones knows how to work my mind. The lyrics have never really meant much to me. I always hear the hidden melody before the words. It’s the way my strings have been stretched.

There is a reason why A R Rahman is loved world over.  Be it, his evergreen chotti si aasha or the ever inspiring OST for 127 hours, almost everyone ends up in awe of what this man has composed. That’s what true music really is; A language or a religion of it’s own.  It doesn’t have taboos or moral ethics. Music, in fact shapes them. There is neither any kind of feudal system nor any high priest.  One language, one spirit.

I do not intend to tell you about my favourite band nor do I want to influence the way you think about me. But If by now, you aren’t convinced that I’m insane, then I guess, you and I probably like listening to same kind of music.

The UNESCO Heritage Triangle, Karnataka ride..

At  06:00am, the alarm went buzz. I woke up well aware that going back to sleep was not an option if the UNESCO Heritage Triangle, Karnataka, ride was to happen. There was a change in plans, one of my favourite “couples” was joining me and my roomie, on this ride. Though they wouldn’t want to ride the bikes at all, I thought it was awesome that they too wanted to join. Woke them up, twice, over the phone, and before we knew, it was 7 already. Being one of the first trips, we faced delays due to improper planning namely, bike tuning, important docs, food etc. Result: We hit the road at 8am L

Owing to the traffic, it took us some time to get to NICE road from where we headed to Neelamangala. From there, a left will take you onto NH 48, straight to Shravanabelagola. The NH was under repairs, so it was a “two way” road. Made a mental note, to avoid biking on this route at night.  Around 11am, and we thought it was the perfect time to break for some food. Being a highway, there were dhabas (roadside diners)  at a distance of every 10 kms or so, only problem being, all of them were closed. We made do with the apples that we had brought along with us from home. 35kms from Shravanabelagola, we found a CCD (read jannat). Got some grub, refreshed ourselves and after an hour, we were back on the road again.

Next stop was the town of Shravanabelagola, famous for it’s Jain temple, which has this huge (55 feet)statue of Gomateshwar. Infact, as one approaches the city, the silhouette of a man on top a hill is perhaps what you notice first. Once at the gates, u realize, that a 10-15 minute climb awaits you (nearly 600 steps). Socks were being sold at dirt cheap rates (Rs 10/pair). One shouldn’t climb the stairs wearing shoes and the ground is quite hot too.  While climbing, we were overtaken by hordes of school kids who, I believe climb these stairs for fun, regularly. On top, a wonderful view of the Chandragiri hill and the temple pond awaited us. It was the first Jain temple I had been to, and found the architecture very interesting. Especially of the Triuta Basadi.  It’s been carved out of a single rock, with attention being paid to the slightest of details. Holy text has been inscribed on the statue, and on top the hill. Legend has it that he meditated in that posture for a complete year, which explains the creepers around his limbs. The next Mahamastabhisheka (which is the most important pooja of the town) happens in 2016 (once in 12 years). And as the priest explained all this to us, click click, went my camera. After our descent, we lunched at this rajasthani bojanalay, the food was homely, yet tasty.  Next stop was Hassan, 51kms from Shravanabelagola. We were beat, on reaching Hassan and we halted at Hotel Kadamba, which is quite reasonable, with the exception that it doesn't have a geyser in the rooms.

The next morning we headed to the sinking church of Shettihalli (which very few people in Hassan know). 16kms from Hassan, in the small and perhaps forgotten hamlet of Shettihalli, is a church submerged half way in water. I guess it’s accessible during the summers. It was built by a few French missionaries. Click, click again. After an hour or so, we headed to Belur (36kms from Hassan). The Hassan-Belur  stretch has one of the most awesome roads I have ever been on. The condition of the roads, the curves, the windmills en route, all in all a splendid ride. The temples at Belur, built in quintessential Hoysala architecture, are part of the UNESCO world heritage sites. The carvings on the temple walls, of the gods, the goddesses, the beautiful dancers, and the glorious history surrounding them are truly magnificent. Ask a guide to show you around (you get to know a lot of fun stuff). 18kms from there is Haleebidu. Now, the temple at haleebidu isn’t active. I found the temple interiors more interesting than the exteriors. The temple had a garden for a compound and an adjoining lake, unlike the Belur temple which, in comparison, I feel is more conventional in it’s architecture. From then on it was back to Hassan, and almost lunch time (Actually it was way past lunchtime around 3pm). Lunched at Hassan and ended up leaving at 5pm, because of which I broke my golden rule of not riding the highways at night, again :P. 2 butt breaks during the return journey, and at around 9pm, we were back in Bangalore. I had travelled for nearly 320kms in the past 24 hours (my personal best).

Lessons Learnt:

• Have everything ready, by the night before (especially the bike papers)
• Start early, that’s when the traffic is less and the Enthu is high.
• Don’t ride on the highways at night, again. :D

So that was January 2011. Wondering which temple, beach, awesome routes await me next month.

Here are the pics : Jan trip 2011