A bike ride away from Ahmedabad, about 70kms away, off the highway lies one of nature’s gems tucked away from crowds.

Nalasarovar is a big marshy lake, filled with tall grass. These attract a large variety of birds such as storks, spoonbills, pelicans,egrets, kingfishers and of course, flamingoes, also pink ones.

We borrowed Panditji’s ( our head cook) bike and drove down at around 5 am.

Obviously we looked like students( which is what we were) and did not have to bargain too much. For I think a hundred rupees, including the entry fee, we got a really knowledgeable boatman who spoke Hindi and even some English. His discourse was punctuated by silences as we drew near the birds. It is remarkable – the sounds of various birds in the quiet of the morning.

As we meandered through the marshes, we saw the sun rise, lots of birds one had only seen in the Salim Ali book and of course fish darting by the boat, in the water. Just as I was giving up hope of being able to see the flamingoes, there they were. A whole flock of them. We waited in anticipation for them to swoop up and display their pink and black wings and bodies in full splendor. They teased us as though they knew we were watching. Then all at once they rose in unison- like a crescendo. So exquisite. So majestic.

If you wish to go there, you could check out the Forest Guest House as well.

I did not have a digicam then, just an automatic Kodak which failed to zoom in on the glory of these birds.

But the memories are crystal clear, even after a decade.

Venice was in the news recently for the woman Gondolier from Germany who has been granted licence into a hitherto male domain.

After visiting the magnificent St Mark’s square, viewing an ad shoot with a woman running in a gorgeous scarlet gown among the pigeons, the imposing church and the captivating Murano factory of coloured glass works, we took the mandatory ride in the Gondolas- the special black coloured boats where singers serenade you as you navigate the canals.

We had an aging male Gondolier straight out of the movies. He sang as we went along but did not look very chirpy or even happy. However the gondolier next to ours was groovy and for once I wished we had been behind in the queue.

Do you know why the gondolas are painted black? They were expected to remain inconspicuous at night, as gentleman of the city carried on their affairs in them with others’ wives!

And here is another thing about Venice- you need not have perfect furniture. The city, mostly built on the logs of black forest, is constantly sinking. Houses constantly develop unpredictable ups and downs on their floors.

So this could be a good destination for the neighbourhood carpenter who ruined your new sofa!

Remember the nomad uncle, Travelling Matt, of Fraggle Rock? He would send a card back, towards the end of each episode to his nephew on how humans- ” silly creatures” behave. ( rechristened “muggles” after Harry Potter). He travelled alone always.

On the other hand there is Asterix. I am like him. No- not the height or the magic potion bit. And I have nothing against Romans. I am not a lone traveller. I prefer company. But there have been instances when I wished I did not have company.

Travel bugs and what I would like to tell them:
Window snatcher- in a non air-conditioned train/ bus- I like the breeze on my face as well, not to mention the view
Slow pokes – while one need not cram the agenda, there should be some bit of timeplan to a trip
Whiners- Forever complaining and comparing – Back home… – “Then you should have stayed home.”
Caffeine Addict- Stickler for coffee/ tea timings and quality while travelling- “get a flask”
Dirty Harry- trashes about- no excuses- “I do not know you.”
Kebabs mein haddis/ Tag alongs- While travelling with a conducted tour group, those who do not give a couple a few minutes of privacy
Money minder-” Don’t make me feel guilty”
Fanatics- I am X religion So I will not visit a Y religious centre- ” Get a life- enjoy the architecture”

Do you have any to add?

Pondicherry or should I say Pududcherry, is just a couple of hours by car from Chennai (150 Kms) . The road, East Coast Road ( ECR), is fantastic.

En route you could do Dakshin Chitra, which offers a glimpse at South Indian culture and then a little further Mahabalipuram. You will need 3 hours each to do enough justice to them. Lunch at The Wharf or at the buffet at GRT Temple Bay would be a good way to fuel yourself.

In Pondi, we stayed at the La Dupleix, a heritage hotel . The ambience is wonderful- an amalgam of French colonialism and Tamil Chettinadu sensibilities. Lovely wooden flooring, a cosy bathroom with a lot of red oxide and terracota flooring and old Thanajavur bommais, large jhoolahs, grandpa recliner chairs in teak, a courtyard with an ancient mango tree, on a quiet corner street. If you have a baby choose one of the ground floor rooms as there is no lift. The service is warm although a little slow.

We had taken Anush’s pram there so it was easy to go on long walks. You can also hire cycles.

You could also check out this Heritage hotel .

The typical must dos include:
Home to the Aurobindo Ashram, a French lady known as “Mother” managed it after Sri Aurobindo passed away. It is rumoured that a strong belief in the mother can help you rediscover lost things. Among Indians, Bengalis and Tamilians are big followers of The Mother. Babies are not allowed in here. It is a calm and pretty place enlived with flowers.
The Ganesha Mandir is pretty close by and has a resident elephant as well
Auroville is based on the interesting concept of international community living and the maithri mandir, which is forever undergoing renovation
The main rocky beach is nice to hang about and you can get a whiff of more than just the local flavor here
Chunnabar, has some lovely frangipani trees, boating and a children’s park. Also a run down aquarium and a tree house which seems to be closed most of the time. Still kids can have fun here.
You should look out for the local police- they have quaint head gear and a smart uniform!

Some must eats from a vegetarian perspective :
The Promenade ( Hidesign’s business hotel)- the roof top restaurant
La Dupleix itself for the continental delicacies
A little beach side shop that makes milk shakes, ice creams and burgers- forget the name though

The must buys are :
You can pick up interesting antiques in the small dingy looking shops
Pondicherry is gaining fame in the area of Montessori wooden toys which also you could buy at the factory.
Puducheri bommas make good souvenirs as do the incense sticks from Auroville
Motor Bikes are cheaper with a much lower sales tax vis a vis Tamil Nadu
Of course liquor if you are from Chennai but avoid carrying it out of the territory

And in case you did not know, Pondicherry has the largest number of French citizens outside of France. They even have their say in Presidentielle 2007!!

As a traveller, one develops the habit of picking up souvenirs.

A tiny bit of the place to bring back home. T shirts, mugs, spoons, thimbles, key chains-all part of the usual stuff we collected on our travels. Apart from loads of photographs and some videos which I do not seem to go back to ever.

Somewhere “along the way” in Bhutan, we came upon this place.
A river in its less intimidating form, with a bank filled with stones. Gorgeous as it was in itself, it also brought back memories of my childhood, when I collected stones/ pebbles of the places I visited. A couple of ocassions, my enthusiasm ran riot and I picked up a kilo of them , to be trimmed to size later.

Looking back it was a nice thing to do – literally a little bit of the soil I visited.

And also here is my favourite picture from the same trip.

I am unsure how to load pics here- hence the link!!

Myself & the spouse are leaving on a much saved-for, planned and awaited trip to Europe. Thats two weeks of lolling in the Lake District, traipsing around London, sight-seeing in Paris, doing nothing in Colmar, and winding up in Amsterdam. I am not therefore likely to be blogging. I hope Artnavy will be on though, not allowing the blog to feel too lonely, when it is left behind :)

One of my all-time favorite trips, which I wrote about almost 2 years ago. I thought its worthwhile saving it here.

The golden triangle of Bhubhaneshwar-Konark-Puri is a much visited tourist circuit in Orissa, accounting perhaps for most visitors to this state. While Bhubhaneshwar boasts of the largest number of extant temples from the 7th to 12th centuries A.D., Konark beckons with the magnificent Sun Temple, and Puri overflows with crowds seeking the beaches and the Jagannath Mandir. On a visit to this triangle, however, we discovered a gem of architectural history which is well worth visiting, but carefully tucked away and needs some prodding before it comes to light! This is the 64 Yoginis temple, on the Bhubhaneshwar-Konark route. Apart from the state buses that ply on this route, there are private tourist as well as tourist buses run by the Orissa Tourism Development Corporation (OTDC), which cover the stretch to Konark. Not too many of these, however, stop at the 64 Yoginis though they may do so on request. So if you want to visit this temple, it may be worthwhile hiring a taxi, easily available at the OTDC office.

We set out from Bhubhaneshwar early, on a pleasantly windy day and headed for the road to Konark. Since we were on a leisurely trip, there was none of the “your time starts now” anxiety that afflicts most tourists and leaves us with little time to explore any of the places we visit. About 15 kilometers from Bhubhaneshwar, we reached a small town called Balakati, which is where the detour for the 64 Yoginis temple begins. We set out on the dusty canal road which leads to Hirapur village, where this temple is located. Driving down this canal road for 5 to 6 kilometers, with nothing in view but paddy fields and a few village houses, we were beginning to wonder if we had lost our way. Finally, some kindly souls guided us some distance back where we had missed a road sign in Oriya showing the location of the temple.

As we reached the temple, all we could see from the outside was a regular modern one roomed temple with white washed walls. I was baffled as to why the tourism website had referred to it as ancient. We offered Puja at this temple, at which point, an Archaeological Survey of India caretaker posted there came up and escorted us to the 64 Yoginis temple located behind. We approached a circular stone structure, the entry to which is through a narrow passageway with carved sides. Entering through this passage, we found ourselves in an open well like structure that left us speechless. Unlike the grand temples of Bhubhaneshwar or Konark, there are no soaring spires here. Rather, it felt like the heart of a primeval society, open to the skies, yet safely hidden from prying eyes. Dedicated to worship of the mother goddess in her myriad forms, I felt as if the temple entry has perhaps been designed to replicate a passage into the womb, though I was unable to find any information on this.

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The inner perimeter of the circular wall was covered with the statues of 60 yoginis or female goddesses, intricately carved from black chlorite. One feature which struck me was that the stone had been carved so finely as to look like black metal and deceive the onlooker from a distance. Each yogini has been lovingly endowed by her creator with her very own personality -she possesses a distinctive hairstyle (some of them no less elaborate than what an Asha Parekh would have worn in the 70s!), elaborate jewellery and clothing, sharp facial features and her own vehicle, such as a rat, a snake, a pig or various birds. One of the most interesting Yoginis was Ganesani, a female Ganesha!

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There were many others such as Narasinghi, the female Narasimha, Baluka, a Yogini with the face of a bear, and others wearing garlands of human heads, or endowed with different kinds of weapons and standing in different poses. They also include the commonly worshipped goddesses such as Lakshmi and Chamundi. The entire place is a tribute to the beauty of the female form.

In the centre of the open circular temple was a square slab about 1 meter high with a pillar at each corner. At each of these pillars is stationed a Yogini, and this completes the set of 64 Yoginis. An image of Siva is also to be found on one of the pillars. This square slab is believed to have been used in olden days by wandering Tantriks as a sacrificial altar. The sparse, almost ascetic beauty of the place helped us picture this readily. It is dated by the A.S.I. as having been built sometime in the 7th century A.D, and a few villagers told us that it is believed to have been built by a queen, Hira Rani, who also lent her name to the village, though the story behind this was not very clear.

We were fortunate to meet the A.S.I. caretaker here who is a knowledgeable person and more importantly, interested in sharing this with visitors. He explained to us in detail who each of the Yoginis is meant to be and pointed out tiny details of attire which we would have missed otherwise. It was a joy to meet this man who was so genuinely interested in these treasures that he guards. I contrasted this later with most of the temples in Puri including the Jagannath Mandir, which abound in a wealth of beauty but where self-appointed priests masquerading as guides exhibit a bloodthirsty zeal for your money. We were also fortunate to be the only visitors at that time, and so had the place all to ourselves. Reluctantly, we came out of the temple and unwilling to leave this beautiful place, took a slow walk around the outer perimeter of the circular wall. Here are placed figures of nine ‘Katyayanis’ or Durgas. The Katyayanis do not, however, have the finely carved beauty of the Yoginis. Rather they stand inside roughly carved stone enclosures on the wall, each mounted on a human head and accompanied by a dog and a jackal.

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Considering the antiquity of the temple, it has been fairly well preserved, although a few of the Yoginis have suffered some damage from being exposed to the elements. Not yet invaded by hordes of tourists, it is yet to suffer the ignominy of having M.G. loves A.P. being scrawled on its walls. The main visitors right now are academics with a specific interest in such work, or a few tourists like us who had wandered off the regular circuit having heard of the place. It is however the local people, who have, with their deep reverence for these goddesses, ensured their survival through time. Some times, perhaps, being unknown is a blessing! As Orissa continues to attract more tourists every year, I am sure visitors to this hidden marvel will increase – I only hope they will leave it untouched, for the Yoginis are bound to delight all who take the trouble to visit them!

On my other blog, Cubically Challenged,, I’ve started a series called Entrepreneur Watch, to feature small/medium businesses across fields, where Indian entrepreneurs have taken up a challenge and done something interesting.

The first in the series, is an interview with Deepa Krishnan, co-founder of some interesting travel offerings in India. Go read!

How can something that is spicy and tangy be so cold and refreshing at the same time? Behold, Solkadi, the Mangalorean-Goan drink made from kokum, coconut milk, and garlic, among other good things…

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These two half glasses of solkadi were had with much gusto on a hot sunday two weeks ago. I am a much better eater than a cook, since if you want more details on what solkadi is and how to make it, go here!

Known as Dakshin Kashi (The Southern Varanasi, as it were), the Shiva temple of Sri Kalahasthi (100kms from Chennai, off Tada on NH 5) has two dominant legends associated with it.

The first one goes like this. A spider, a snake and an elephant worshipped Lord Shiva. Each had a different way of paying respect, unaware of each other’s styles. The spider wove silk webs, the elephant washed and garlanded the idol with flowers daily and the serpent decked the Lord with jewels. Once the elephant in his cleaning, discarded the jewels offered by the snake and adorned Shiva with flowers. The snake was offended, a skirmish followed and the spider got caught in the fight and all three died. The Lord was pleased with each one’s manner of paying obeisance and granted them mukthi (salvation). What followed was his taking on their names in this incarnation- Sri( spider) Kala(snake) hasthi( tusker elephant) or Sri Kalahatheeswarar.

Another one associated with this temple, is the legend of Kannappan. Kannappan, a hunter is said to have stopped the discharge from Shiva’s ailing left eye by offering his own eye. When the other eye of Shiva also started bleeding, he placed his big toe on it for easy access (since he would be rendered blind post removing his second eye) . Shiva was pleased with him and stopped him from self-inflicted blindness. An exemplary ( if extreme) devotee.

The temple is HUGE (the tower – gopuram is over 100 feet high) and houses a multitude of Gods including a Spatika Lingam. Part of the five lingams representing the five elements, the one at Sri Kalahasthi is the Vayu (air) Lingam The premises are air conditioned and well maintained given the crowd. The procession idols are beautifully embellished. The ceilings have lovely paintings now in a state of disrepair. The walls are full of ancient Tamil inscriptions- this part of Andhra Pradesh (Chittor) must have been a part of the Madras state of yesteryear. The shrine is frequented by most Tirupathi visitors as it is just a few kilometers away.

For the religious minded it is a place where you can make peace with Rahu- Ketu by offering special prayers (puja). The pujas come in 3 denominations ( Rs 250-Rs 1000). The comfort definitely varies in terms of waiting time and air con. I wonder if the “palan” ( the fruit of the prayer) also does.

The puja is done by the devotees in an assembly hall. They are seated on the floor on palahais (low stools) in about eight rows ( South Indian Marriage hall style). There is a priest who is comfortable in Tamil, English and Telugu. He walks around and instructs on a mike, in all the three languages. You can follow him or your neighbour ( in case you suffer from attention deficiency) All this lasts about half an hour.

You are left with the smell of flowers, kumkum( vermillion) and turmeric and a feeling of calm likely to be broken by a jarring request for tips from the “devoted” austere priests! The coconuts are segregated and possibly recycled/ sold. There is no wastage. One fellow traveller hazarded a guess that the small silver shiva replicas are also recycled since there is a separate hundi (drop box) for them.

This gorgeous 16th century Shaivite temple, on the banks of an almost dry Swarnamukki river, is today, in my opinion, also an interesting case study in process management .

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