Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Belur - Halebeed : Ancient Engineering

In the past 4 years I have visited Belur and Halebeed more number of times than any other place. Except Mysore. And every time I've been there, I've learned something new. Fascinating place. One could spend days, nay, years studying the two temples and still be enthralled.

My most recent visit was in July ;08 (12th-13th), during the bike ride to Chikmagalur with Vance, Kudz and Jishnu.

For those who came in late : Halebeed and Belur are two temple towns (~ 16kms apart) near Hasan. The temples built by the Hoysala Dynasty in the 12th Century. The temples took more than a 100 years to build. The sculptures are magnificent and painfully elaborate. Knowledge of Indian mythology is required to understand the meaning of the carved figurines. It is rumored that when the Muslim invaders came pillaging in the 16th century, the local rulers covered the entire Belur temple in huge mound of sand to protect it. For those of you who are vastu inclined, the temple is built in accordance to the rules of vatsu, complete with water body in the North-West. The works.

I am no historian, so my versions may be a little skewed. I am not a gifted writer either, so my accounts may not be as vivid as I hope they will be. I advice you to make time and visit these places. That is the only way you can remotely comprehend this splendor from ancient India.

Slip and slide
The figurines that adorn the exterior walls of the temple are not carved into the walls. Neither are they carved on the structural elements directly. Instead, they are carved onto a panel, and this panel fits into the wall. Like a LEGO brick!

Of course, it isn't exactly like a LEGO brick, maybe wall hanging is a better description. The front of the panels were sculpted and the rear had two hooks. The wall had receptacles where these hooks could fit in. Sounds like a very configurable temple! Wonder if they placed the statues at different locations for different occasions...

In the ancient days, people were not keen on stealing from a temple. You know, face the wrath of God was not what you wanted to do those days. Ever since the figurines started fetching a handsome price in the auction homes of Europe, perhaps the God's wrath idea started sounding like an old wives' tale. And pieces started disappearing with alarming regularity. Such was the severity of the problem, that the Archaeological Survey of India stepped in and cemented the remaining figurines into place.


Take a look at this image. They have connected two slabs of stone, as a carpenter would, using something similar to a sliding dove tail joint. Those slabs must have been heavy. They must have used elephants / mules to do the lifting or pushing. This totally impressed me.

Placement
Again, the placement idea was quite a hit those days. They even took a huge pillar and placed it. Yeah! Placed it. No mortar, no binding agent, just placement. Now, take a pen, and place it vertical on the table. Like that.



The temple vicinity doesn't experience high winds it seems, and even at the winds the temple experiences, the pillar has been stationary for the past 1000 years. How cool is that! Our guide informed us, that the only thing capable of felling this pillar is an earthquake. Hmm... point to ponder about.

Turning and the lathe.
A lathe is a machine tool which spins a block of material so that when abrasive, cutting, or deformation tools are applied to the block, it can be shaped to produce an object which has rotational symmetry about an axis of rotation. It is a bigger and badder version of the pottery wheel. In pottery you place the clay at the center of a wheel. Turn the wheel, and the blob of clay at the center also turns, now while the wheel is turning, you can shape the clay with your fingers into a symmetrical vase or pot or anything else you fancy.

The temple interiors are adorned with several load bearing pillars. No two pillars being alike. In Belur especially, the pillars are cylindrical, i.e. circular in cross section. The surface of these pillars is so smooth, you could be excused for mistaking it for polished metal. Even after all these years you can see your reflection in the dark stone. How did they do that? How did they get that perfect circular cross section? No one had a lathe back then.

The guide informed us that they used an elaborate contraption consisting of a giant pottery wheel, some horses to pull/rotate the wheels and an abrasive. Now let loose your imagination. I can almost drift back in time....

The clamor of chisel on stone fills the hot summer afternoon. Bare chested sculptors sitting in line, leaning over a section. A section they have worked on for more than ten years. Somewhere in the background you hear an elephant trumpet. The sound of protest as he pulls and heaves a massive block of stone. A little closer, you can hear the stomping hooves of an angry horse.

He should have been out in the field, training with the rest of the army. If only he hadn't thrown his rider off during the army selection. Luckily for him, he was still alive. They said hard work would break him in. But what kind of a life was this? All he did was pull. He pulled all day, and he pulled in circles. His life literally revolved around that black stone. When he had started a year and a half back the stone was a mere block. Now, under the watchful eyes of the temple architects, it was slowly taking a circular shape....


Ah... how idyllic life must have been back then. Simpler times, but one must remember the average life span was no more than 35, so i'd be over middle aged by now. :P Anyways, imagine how long it must have taken to get that 10 feet high 3 feet dia pillar into shape. Imagine the amount of coolant that must have been used. Did they use water? did they use some vegetable/animal oil? Questions, questions, and more questions. I can only wonder and speculate. Perhaps one day, some one will show me a blog with the answers, for I am too lazy to read an ancient history book ;) Or, for that matter, even search on google for the answers :)

Ball bearings
As if having cylindrical pillars was not enough, they decided to have a rotating pillar inside the temple as well. Like those revolving book shelf/tower that most book stores seem to sport these days. What did that thing have to do with the temple? For what joy did they install this revolving pillar? Was it a Tibetian Buddhist prayer wheel rip off? I can't even imagine, neither could the guide.

And guess how those things revolved? Its ok. Take a wild guess. Yes sir. Ball bearings. The pillar doesn't turn anymore. Why? Because the ASI damaged the top of the pillar during renovations some time in the early 20th century. So now all that remains is an old story, passed down from one generation to the next, of the revolving pillar. A story you'd want to believe when you see the pillar.

More tid-bits as an when I remember them.... I need some pictures of the circular pillar and the revolving pillar.

The grit and foresight of the Hoysala rulers is something a lot of us can do well to learn. ( I hate to sound preachy! ) It took them three generations to complete these temples, (well, one is still incomplete). The first generation most likely never lived to see the completion of the work they commenced. What motivates one to do such things? I don't know, but it most certainly isn't greed.

The ancient engineering techniques all seem so simple, uncomplicated, yet they have endured a thousand years. A thousand years which has seen the region plunging in and out of chaos, and these structures have seen them all. They will see the future unravel, for longer then any of us will. Humbling thought.


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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Magadi - Savandurga - Ramnagara

Waiting of ages at endless traffic signals, or weaving through slow trucks, inhaling their toxic spew isn't exactly what I like. But, that is exactly what I have had to go through, every time I've taken the Nellamangala route towards Hassan. I don't favour potholes either!

That's why, last November, Kudz and me decided to "explore" other options. This was on the Diwali ride to Mangalore. And we "discovered" the Kunigal-Magadi-Ramanagara section. In July '08, we "discovered" the Bangalore-Magadi route. It was perfect announce ride material. Short, beautiful, and well laid.

So, when someone on the RTMC forum wanted to know if we would have an announce ride this September, and if yes, then where to, I had no hesitation in suggesting our "discovered" route. And, that is the route we took today.

We started from ISKON at 0630, with the almost customary 30 minute delay.

Took the Chord road - Modi Road - 1st/9th Cross Road route to join Magadi Road.
Since we were moving that early in the morning, we did not face the usual hustle bustle that one normally associates with the narrow Magadi Road. The road opens up after the intersection with the NICE road. A few patchy stretches here and there, but nothing one feels like complaining about. The road has enough and more turns, blind curves and even one hair pin bend! The environs were green and the cool air added to the feeling of being somewhere in the western ghats :) Ok, now maybe that was a bit too much...

The first regroup point was the old bridge on a right hand turn. The photographers got out their equipment and did their thing. The people who had to pee peed. Those who wanted to smoke smoked. Those who did not want to do anything did just that. Those who spotted the chai-shack had the chai. One micro-mini cup of chai for Rs 2. I remembered that "singular" event involving a similarly priced coffee while riding back from Belum, and the subsequent refund.. hehe... Anyways, we resumed after the Kutti chai break.

The 2nd regroup point was the at the left turn off towards Savandurga and the 3rd at Savandurga. At Savandurga, we didn't trek or do anything very Savandurga specific. It was just another regroup point. We found a clearing a couple of hundred meters away from the temple at the base and had our announce ride intro session.

What happens at these sessions, is that a regular RTMC rider introduces RTMC, gives the usual gyan about how we are a non-profit, non-affiliated, non-political, only-for-fun biking group. The two step eligibility criteria etc. etc. Then all the riders introduce themselves, after which the new riders ask their questions which range from who is the best mechanic to where do I get that riding gear :) Ditto for this ride. The other highlight was the distribution of - "Bharat Parikrama" DVD (A journey around India). Kart got a bag full of these DVDs to give away.

We decided to have breakfast at Kamath Loka ruchi, so headed towards Ramanagara on some more kickass windy roads. We halted before the Ramanagara - SH13 junction to allow everybody to regroup. We reached Kamath at 10.30 am. Breakfast was nothing out of the ordinary. A couple of glasses of watermelon juice, puri bhajji and some gup shup.

We left Kamath Loka Ruchi at around 11.30 am, and regrouped at The NICE road-SH 13 intersection. We were waiting in the boiling heat (in our boiler suit) when we recieved an SMS from Menon- "Vijay's bike tyre punctured. you guys proceed." So, we took a group snap, Ok! a couple of group snaps (Will post that up once I get it), shook hands and thanked each other for the safe ride, and went our separate ways.

The route -
Start: Bangalore, ISKON temple 0630 hrs
Via Point 1: Old bridge on Magadi Main Road (38kms)
Via Point 2: left turn off to Savandurga on Magadi Main Road
Via Point 3: Savandurga
Via Point 4: 500m before merge onto SH-13 at Ramanagara
Via Point 5: Kamath Loka Ruchi on SH-13 CAUTION: Turn right towards Mysore!
Via Point 6/End: SH-13 - NICE intersection (Kengeri)

The route was a little over 150 kms, including the city riding.
The good things - no one rode dangerously. No one belted the usual patrang way. One rider had a minor fall. But, we all got home safe. And that, is very important!


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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Leh - the bare necessities

I could be accused of reinventing the wheel with this post. There are probably a million websites and blogs, telling you that you need to take sanitary napkins, 4 sets of undies, a tooth brush, shaving cream/foam, toothpaste and other mundane items on your visit to Leh and Ladakh. I won't repeat that same list here, I will however tell you about other Leh - exclusive ordinary little items and the rationale behind packing those little items. These little things came to our rescue at various points in time on our bike trip (Delhi-Manali-Leh) last year.

Chap stick / lip balm - Yes, sir. Chap sticks. The air is so dry up there at 14000+ feet, that your lips will start cracking as soon as you leave Manali and cross Keylong. Some people also like using
Borosil / Vico turmeric, but then I think I rather liked the taste of strawberry on my lips.

Cough drops - Dry throat can be an early symptom of Acute Mountain Sickness, and do not ignore it, at the same time you may want to relieve your discomfort by sucking on some cough drops.

Chocolates, and peppermints - Instant source of energy, consume on every break, and ration it well :)

Electral or Rehydrating Salts - May be mixed with water and consumed. At the higher altitudes, you tend to lose a lot of water, i.e. dehydrate faster. This happens usually via expiration (breathing out) , and for some people like me you just pee a lot more often. Electral or the rehydrating salts help reduce the frequency of your pee-stops, but they also contain some manganese salts which may increase the blood pressure, so kindly consult your doctor/physician on this one.

Toilet paper - If you feel like taking a crap, this is your best companion. The water is quite cold and your butt will thank your for not freezing it.

Baraclava - If you are going by bike, this fella is going to protect your neck from the piercing sun, your throat from the chilly winds and keep your ears warm inside the helmet.

Jerry Cans - To carry 10 liters of extra petrol, since the last petrol pump will be at Tandi on the route from Manali to Leh. A good 400 odd kms away from the next petrol pump, and the mileage can plummet at those altitudes.

Toothpowder - Haha caught ya. I told you I wouldn't mention toothpaste, so you have tooth powder, the reason being at these higher altitudes, the toothpaste tube will burst at its seems. so carry a 1/2 empty tube. The same holds for canisters of deo or whatever that you use. I resorted to deo sticks, not even roll-ons. Any thing that may be impacted by the low pressure.

Minimal Clothes - Carry only minimal clothes, in the 5 days that we took to go from Manali to Leh (yeah.. we really went slow, and enjoyed every bit of it) we never once took a bath, may be not even change of clothes, but what you wear must keep you warm. Recommend wearing three or four tee-shirts over a thermal. :)

Oxygen cans - Yeah, one of the fellow travellers we met, Amey, recommends carrying small O2 bottles. He said, you can get a 2L bottle for Rs2,000 in Mumbai. Not sure, but it is quite useful. We had to take Vatsa to the Military Hospital at Sarachu to inhale the magic gas.

Diesel - In case you want to camp out and cook on your own, then do not rely on petrol, use diesel, it is less explosive. Also you may not get dry wood every where, so think about it - a diesel stove or something like that. Do not attempt to boil eggs at these altitudes. It is futile and a definite waste of time. Also ensure that you have plenty of clean water before you start. Spoons and plates are best if they are paper ones.

Water - Bottled water is expensive on the mountain, but you'd rather drink that than get a tummy upset. We had an allocation of 2 liters per person per day. you have to have to drink that much, other wise it is an open invitation to dehydration and AMS. Drink more it you want to ;) Drinking water during riding can be a pain, so you may want to buy a rehydration pack, but i guess it is too expensive for one off biking trips.

Harddisk / HDD Handycams - Read the user manual / tech specs very carefully. Some models of HDD Handycams carry a warning that the Hard disk may not function at altitudes exceeding 11900 feet, and you will consistently be over 13000 feet, and if you visit Khardung La even reaching 18700 feet.

And yes! If you are planning on riding, then you'd do well to ensure that you cover yourself up, otherwise the dry air and the UV rays of the piercing sun, will give you a fair dose of sun burn and raw skin. The same goes for the eyes, get yourself a UV 400+ sunglasses, preferably ones which cover the entire eye, even from the sides. For this I prefer a riding jacket + gloves + baraclava + UV 400 sun glasses.

Bungee chords, tyre inflation unit, spare tubes are essential. Do not carry a clutch plate or what ever, since even if you break down there will be no mechanic to fix it for you. Figure out what spares you need, and only carry the essentials. Carry minimal luggage, so that the next friendly cab driver or bus driver does not think twice before inviting you on board.


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Sunday, June 01, 2008

Cloud Valley

One kickass weekend to remember! Will give the updates slowly, the usual style :) But in the mean while here are the GPS tracks from the Bangalore University to Cloud Valley in coorg. The points are truncated for your viewing pleasure, but if you need the entire set, feel free to ask me ;)

Here is the link to the website maintained by the owners. The pictures are in no way reflective of the true beauty of the place... very green... very quite... and extra extra super trooper onlee!

To Cloud Valley in Coorg at EveryTrailMap created by EveryTrail:GPS Geotagging


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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Madhugiri - RTMC Announce ride

For many reasons, yesterday's ride to Madhugiri will be one that I will not forget too soon. It was perhaps one of the best one day rides I've ever been on.

I reached the designated start point 20 minutes late, and with barely enough petrol in the tank. Felt lousy, making the entire group (31 other bikes) to wait for me to tank up. This is the first and last time that my tank was/will be empty before I head out.

Madhugiri - RTMC Announce ride at EveryTrailMap created by EveryTrail:Share GPS tracks

The traffic jam from Yeshwanthpur to Dasarahalli was hellish, it took us almost an hour and half to negotiate that stretch. Mostly in first gear. We were, I am certain, the center of attention for other similarly disgusted and stuck occupants of the road. One couple were heading towards Goa - and they made sure they told me about it. Weird, how suiting up, makes utter strangers roll down their windows and chit chat genially at traffic signals. "I wish I could swap places with you"; "I hate these jams"; "Are you all together?"; "Where are you guys headed?", being the usual theme. More often then not, it'll be an older gent or a young girl, initiating such an across-the-window-conversation.

May isn't exactly pleasant to ride, and worse to be stuck in a traffic jam. I was cursing all those buffoons who didn't fill fuel or arrived late - including myself. I just hoped that it'd all be worth the wait.

We regrouped outside A1, just before Nellamangala the toll gate on NH-4, only to realize that we should've regrouped after the tollgate, an error which was quickly resolved.

Breakfast was at Kamath's near Dobspet. Nothing spectacular about the place - it could accommodate all of us; and at the same time, that was the biggest plus point. But service, was a little slow.

From Kamath's we headed towards Kortagere, bypassing Tumkur. The route was scenic and fairly engrossing - you never knew when a pothole or a muddy patch would catch you off guard. Things improved after Kortagere, and in no time we were at Madhugiri. Soup, had arranged for a very interesting reception party for us - full flower, garland and the works! Undi got the Kuthagie mele Flowers treatment, the rest of us were offered a red rose - Chacha Nehru style. One band-baja troupe was missing onlee :P



The next stop was the black buck sanctuary. A place, one assumes, relegated to an obscure appendix of a neglected register placed in a forgotten corner of a dusty government office. Many of us got to spot a black buck, some of us... ahem ahem.. a few of us got to trek through the park with a guide, who showed us some more black buck - brown though and a wild boar. A naturalist ( Krishna's pillion) among us also pointed out the presence of the brain fever bird. Very interesting bird, called the hawk cuckoo chirps "brain fever". Didn't spot it, but certainly heard it. Learn't something new!

Lunch was arranged at "Bakkar Saab ka Bangla", a structure from the Raj era nestled in the midst of a forest, approachable by a muddy road from a non descript turn off on the Madhugiri-Sira state highway. Seldom you'll find off-roading part of an announce ride, but this one sure included it :) The guys loved it. The food was fantastic. Soup did a fantastic job of organizing the whole thing.

Madhugiri - RTMC Announce ride at EveryTrailMap created by EveryTrail:Share GPS tracks

After the usual round of introductions, we started back by 5 pm. The return leg was fairly uneventful. We did have one bike with a broken accelerator cable, something I had no clue how to fix. But then stepped in Shayam and the KA-18 and KA-19 bike dudes, who did a great job sorting out the mess. On the way back, after Kamath's, Kudz and I clipped in the dark, and whatafun it was! I must say, Kudz rode great, kept sufficient distance and yet didn't lose me!

Caman the more rides onlee!

P.S. GPS tracks from my blue tooth GPS unit + E51 :) and pics from the lousy cam on the E51

Coincidence - Almost 3 years ago, I burnt my shoe on Deverayana Durga, and this time I burnt my jacket on Madhugiri... and never in between - both in the same vicinity...
http://su-on-the-road.blogspot.com/2005/09/burnt-rubber-loose-rivet-and-docile.html


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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Gopalswamy betta - route map

Here is the route map to Gopalswamy betta. I see a lot of people getting to this blog hoping to find the route to gopalswamy betta. I hope this helps. This will take you from Gopalswamy betta to Mysore.

Gopalswamy betta to Mysore at EveryTrailMap created by EveryTrail:Share GPS tracks


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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

25000 views for the Football plane

Last year, on my way back via the Bangalore express*, I noticed that the plane in which I'd be traveling had its nose painted like a football#. Plus it was raining at SFO, so puddles everywhere. Puddles + jet exhaust = ripples and, I took a video and posted it on youtube. Surprise, surprise a year hence, its had 25000 views! A vid like that and 23,584 views - wtf? Strange indeed are the ways of the world, but what the heck, looking forward to the day when it crosses 25000, which I suspect is not far away. Muhuhaha...



* Lufthansa - SFO to Bangalore, 23 hrs with one pit stop at Frankfurt :)
# yaya... soccer ball onlee, just that some viewers @ youtube got confused
An article (with a cheesy title - "Making Money, the How-To Way") in the nytimes talks about people raking in the moolah by posting their how-to videos online... hmm.... now thats a thought :P

May 2nd '08 - views is 25,463. Don't know when it crossed 25K, but then one milestone achieved - now caman the 50K


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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Lion Bullet


Came across this funky brass worked 350 Std Royal Enfield outside the Power Grid office, on race course road today. I hadn't seen anything like it before, so I thought I'd click a few snaps and post it. Lioness in the front, and a lion at the bottom :) Sher-Khan's bike...

Wonder it is was just brass paint....

Again, pics from the Nokia E51, so quality is so-so


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Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Big Banyan Tree



I had been to the Dodda Aladha Mara a.k.a. Big Banyan Tree this morning. It is 8 kms North from the Rajrajeshwari Dental college on the Bangalore - Mysore State highway #17

To the Big Banyan Tree at EveryTrailMap created by EveryTrail:Share GPS tracks

As the name suggests, it is just a big banyan tree. Just standing there. Doing nothing. Harming no one. But civilization seems to have been a bit harsh on it. Men have erected a compound wall around it, as if to tell the poor thing that it shouldn't grow beyond those confines. To make things more clear to the old tree, they've built a road around it, abutting that compound wall. Lakshman rekha pei ek aur lakshman rekha. And, when the time comes to widen the road, they may even contemplate cutting the majestic thing down.

As I approached the tree, I spotted plenty of nurseries and plant shops along the road. I told myself that I'd stop on the way back, but never kept that promise - I thought it was pointless to stop. Me on a bike. What if I like a plant, how can I possibly get it back to Bangalore. So, can't say much about the quality... so if you are a plant kinda person, go by car, not by bike.

Back to the tree - as one enters the banyan enclave, and if one is lucky enough not to have a noisy bus or honking jeep go past, one can hear the mynas singing, the squirrels whistling, and the wind murmuring. Stereophonic.. nah... surround sound style - 1001.1 channel. At night, I am sure this would be one scary place. No wonder you find a temple smack in the center, to do what it is supposed to do - ward of any evil spirits :) On the garbage front, the place was fairly clean, couldn't spot any plastic or garbage anyplace, maybe it had to do with the time - 9.30 am.



Sitting on the abundant benches within the "park", one cannot help but imagine oneself as hair lice, infesting the roots and branches of the majestic tree. Think about it... the roots look like hair (Hello?? Remember Dreadlocks?), and I didn't belong there... And no, I sure was't high on crack or grass... Anyways, I could also imagine myself sitting there in the cool shade, reading a novella, or perhaps a novel, if it were that gripping. However, I was currently handicapped - by not possessing either of them, so I chose to just sit down, and do nothing for a while. Which by the way, proved to be quite difficult and being alone didn't help either. If only I was the contemplative kinda guy...

My advice to people going here, or planning to go here - Take a book, an interesting book. Plenty of water and some snacks to munch. Food per se may not be available close by, but you'll find plenty of shops selling biskoots and the likes just outside the park. That said, beware of the rouge monkeys that infest the rootwork.

How to get there? As I had mentioned earlier, there are buses plying this route, and plenty of them. You could get here from either the Mysore road side or via the Magadi road side. Your own vehicle, is what I'd recommend as it'll let you be flexible vis-a-vis timing and other things.

Pics from my Nokia E51. Quality of pics is pathetic, but looks good at this size:)


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Sunday, February 24, 2008

What Caves?

It has been more than four months since my last bike ride. Didn't even go to Mysore! But then, that doesn't mean I haven't gone anywhere since Nov' 07! Had been on a Kumara Parvatha / Pushpagiri trek. Then for a Goan X'mas, which turned out to be a tragic trip. I intend to chronicle the KP trek, someday.

To fill in the blanks - a lot has changed in these past few months, professionally that is. As a direct consequence, I can see myself riding or traveling a lot less, compared to last year. But then, fingers crossed!

Anyways, four months is a long abstinence from riding. Looking at the RTMC mailing list just makes me feel J. All over the place. So, this time, when the guys posted a ride to Belum Caves, I just had to, had to say yes. Can't explain that feeling.

The little bit of Googling and Wikipedia has revealed

  • Belum is 100 kms from Kurnool and 270 kms from Bangalore
  • It is a 3 km long underground cavern, with stalactite formation.
  • The only acco, is a 32 bed dormitory run by AP-Tourism Development Corp.
  • Must see the musical cave, where the seven notes can be produced by striking the stalactites.
  • Don't know if we can camp nearby.
  • These caves have been discovered, ok rediscovered, as recently as 1982 and thrown open to public view only in 2002.
  • The nearest towns are Banganpalli and Tadipatri.

My favourite map site - mapmyindia, sorry Google Maps - you are no. 2 now, has revealed that Belum is 297.6 kms from Bangalore, which is what the RTMC mailing list claimed. The site, unfortunately doesn't let me display the route on my blog, so it will suffice to say that we head north on NH-7 towards Hyderabad, and then take a right on the Anathapur bypass to travel 84.7 kms on inside roads to Belum via Tadipatri. Unfortunately, I will be getting the GPS unit only in the week following the ride :(

Yennyways! Can't wait till the new weekend.... Itching to go onlee! Caman the rides! Caman the enjaiment!

Update -
Route map with google maps


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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

A murky sunset at Agumbe

Diwali Road Trip - Part II


Last year was Part I - the Coorg Waynad ride, and I couldn't let that glorious tradition die, now could I? So, I embarked on another ride this year that took me to Tumkur, Lakkavalli Dam, Agumbe, Karkal, Kudraemukh, Hanuman Gundi, Belur, Savan Durga and back.

The entire ride distance (home to home) of 920.8 kilometers was covered over two days with Kudz on his brand new Thunderbirde for company...

View a larger map on google maps


Day I - distance 428.3 kms, travel time - 8 hrs
Bangalore - Nellamangala - Tumkur (breakfast at Pavitra's Tatte Idly is yummmy) - Gubbi - Tiptur - Kadur - Berur - Tarrikere - Lakkavalli (281 kms) - Kuvempu University - Shimoga - Teertahalli - Agumbe - Hebri

The Lakkavalli dam looks tiny, but the reservoir is absolutely enormous! A sight worth seeing.
We were at Agumbe in time for the sunset (which was the plan), but some erratic stupid clouds messed up the otherwise spectacular sunset. Again, a sight not worth missing for all the gold in the world.

The roads to Mangalore were excellent, bar for a few kilometeres (around 50 kms totally) near Tarrikere and Shimoga.

Day II, III and IV was spent at Mangalore (via Hebri - Karkala - Moodabidri - Bajpe; travel time = 2hrs; distance = 80 kms) at my parents home (and Diwali)

Day V - distance 492.5 kms, travel time = 13 hrs
Hebri - Karkala - Kudremukha - Kalasa - Magundi - Balur - Bidarahalli - Gonibeedu - Belur - Hasan - Kunigal - Magadi - Savan Durga - Ramanagara - Bidadi - NICE Road - Kankapura Road - Bangalore

The Western Ghats are absolutely fantastic! The greenery, the early morning mist, the coffee estates, the tea gardens, the sheer silence, the hair pin bends... what else could one ask for!

On the way back only the roads near Mudigere on NH - 13 were sad. Real sad. A total of 10 kms out of 492.5 kms was sad. The rest were excellent.

If you want to enter south Bangalore from Hasan side, you must take the Kunigal - Magadi - Kengeri route over the Nellamangala route. The roads are empty for one and recently laid (as of nov 11th '07), so they are excellent. We took a wrong turn at Magadi and reached Ramanagara instead of Kengeri, which meant we traveled 50 kms and 1 hr more than we should have.

Since, I have given up on ever completing a post... I'll leave this one right here... I shall attempt to finish the Kodachadri night trek and then get back to this ;)

20th Nov 2007 -
Kudz is doin' his write up on this ride on his blog....
Part I - Dream: the journey - the beginning

Part II - 2

Part III - 3

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Sounds of a moonless night




The violent rocking of the bus, though unlike the gentle sway of a cradle, had put me to a rather, hmm... whats the word... ah right - "deep" sleep, last night. So, when I woke up this morning, I half expected to be in Mangalore. But wait, it was a little too dark to be 6:00 am! The pre dawn deep blue sky rose over the silhouette of a distant mountain range. "Crap!", I thought, "we are still in the western ghats. This does not look good. Not good at all."

Sitting in a bus, where the acronym AC expands to Air Chilling and not Air conditioning can be quite a strain on the delicate urinary system of most mortals. Why would anybody maintain 18 deg Celsius in a bus? Wouldn't 24 be more comfortable? The violent rocking hadn't subsided either. It had only gotten worse. "Looks like I'll be sea sick on land", I fretted as I drifted back to an uneasy morning sleep.

Last night, Googie, Vivek* and I set out from Gandhinagar on two different buses for Mangalore at 2300 hrs. The weird booking was thanks to the Eid and Dassera double whammy weekend and our last minute booking. Googie and Vivek were on the Ideal travels Volvo and I, on the Manjunath Road Lines Volvo. Googie, VMK a.k.a WeeWake a.k.a. Vivek, Paddy and I were to proceed to Kodachadri from Mangalore. Dynamic plan i.e. no plan was the plan!

The usual route involves negotiating the Shiradi ghats on the Hasan - Sakleshpur - Upinagadi route. However, oil laden multi-axel vehicles and an unrelenting monsoon has mauled it to Swiss Cheese. The road literally has holes in it, not potholes, just enormous gaping pits strewn with rocks. Even the roads to Leh would score higher on the motorable quotient! Understandably, the bus operators use the longer Mysore - Hunsur - Madikeri - Sulia - Puttur route to Mangalore these days.


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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Back to the hills - Kodachadri

I still haven't finished my blog on the RTMC 6A and I am all set for the next trip. So typical that it ceases to worry me :D

So the plan a.k.a hope is to reach Mangalore on Saturday morning, Kollur by afternoon and from there trek to Kodachadri. Spend the night at Kodachadri, and return to Mangalore by Sunday afternoon. Probably stay the night and get back to Bangalore by the morning flight on Monday. Tentative plans, but leaving for Mangalore on Friday night is certain.

Sometime earlier this year, I had blogged about red tape on the internet - courtesy the Great Indian Railways. And it happened again! This time thanks to the KSRTC website.

To quote from the website. Yes dear, KSRTC has a website!

KSRTC has reached yet another mile stone in its IT field by introducing a new system named as AWATAR (Any Where Any Time Advance Reservation), by which any passenger can reserve tickets well in advance on-line from any part of the world through internet, to travel from any place to any place on the routes on which the Corporation operates its services. The passengers can reserve their seats using debit or credit card also. KSRTC is the first transport Corporation in India to implement the software of this kind.
Which, in my opinion means, that anybody a.k.a. you and I, can book a bus ticket online. Yippe!! No more visits to 4th Block to book tickets to Mangalore.

But, where - o - where is that convenient link. As you might have guessed, it points to "http://ksrtc.in/#", i.e. No where! No link, no convenience, no ticket. However, if you are an operator or a franchise, you have a live and working link - "http://ksrtc.in/AWATARWeb/login.jsp". Something fishy. Very very fishy. I wonder how many people got paid to "delink" the customer login page...

The reasons are quite clear. Crystal clear. Net savvy customers, like you and me, were booking tickets online. A loss of revenue to travel agents. And also, making the jobs of those reservations counter fellows redundant. Not just that, even private bus operators would have felt the heat. Insider information is that they are struggling to break even. Very apparent by the recent move to switch all buses to a combination of sitting on level 1 and sleeping on level 2. These guys are trying every possible trick to maximize, no! stay, profitable. Conspiracy theories can be aplenty, but the ground reality is that, an excellent opportunity is being throw away! For no reason, no reason at all. Sabotage, plain simple sabotage. They are the best state run transport corporation, they could have set the bar just a bit higher, but the great Indian Babudom got the better of them. Shame on them.

This discovery necessitated a trip to 4th Block. And that is where I witnessed the scam these KSRTC employees are attempting on unsuspecting cutomers, like you and I. A big board was propped up on the reservation counter - "Internet problems". Printed in Red paint on white background. All capitals. "Yeenteernet konecksion hoog bit aithe saar. Booking aagak illa...", the pan chewing reservation counter fellow stated unapologetically.

It didn't strike me as sinister at first. Then, it looked hilarious. "They have connectivity problems so often, they actually have a board painted with an excuse", I chuckled to myself as I walked to the nearest private tour operator to book tickets on a private bus to Mangalore.

After booking with the private operator, I couldn't help speculating the possibility of the ticket counter fellow being bribed by the private operators to divert KSRTC business to them. Possible. Anything is possible. Jai Karnataka. Jai Bharath!

Anyways, I have confirmed that even the private buses will take the Madikeri route. So nothing much to worry on that front. I have picked up a couple of interesting things for the trek ;) All excited... plus the met department predicts no rain till oct 14th... hehe... we know how that works out!

12/10, 2030 hrs.
Update : Heading out now... and orkut has an eerie warning for me - "Serious trouble will bypass you"... wooo... now that would be interesting ;)


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Sunday, September 30, 2007

6A - Pardeee time at Coorg



29th Sept
Almost couldn't sleep the whole of last night, the excitement was way too much for me to handle. Darn! I didn't feel that excited even the night before we left for Khardung La.. All I could keep thinking, while asleep (is that possible?), was - "Pardee! pardee! pardee!" or "100 bikes, 100 bikes", with the characteristic bullet "thump thump thump" echoing in the background.

The initial insomniac tendency was soon overshadowed by Kumbakarnatites, and I "Snoozed" my alarm (set for 5:30 am) at least five times before I realized I was running late. Off late, I seem to have been bitten by Shenoy's time bug - i.e. my time management skills have stepped into a bottomless abyss, achieving newer depths every passing day. 5 minutes magically stretches to 20, and 20 becomes an hour and so on, so forth... Anyways, I tried to redeem myself by hurriedly getting ready. Did things like never pealing my eyes off the 100m water proof wrist watch while in the shower, reading only one article while on the throne, giving each molar just two quick swipes etc, etc, etc...

At 6:30 I left my hall, hoping to be at town hall by 6:35; cursing Puttanchetti for having donated so much of his wealth to build a structure, where I, of all people, would arrive late; wondering whether the folks would take the NICE road or Mysore road to reach SH-17, if I didn't find them where they would have been 5 minutes earlier. With this mental trauma raging in his orange juice fed brain, his highness ties his gloves to his jacket and sets off at 80kph to town hall.

I was elated to see so many bikers still at town hall. Long live IST. Sim-simply and all I had taken off tension, very much against my "Tension leneka nahi, khali dene ka" motto. After a brief round of hellos, I decided that it was time to zip up. The jacket. Zip up the jacket and glove the hands.

The glove retrieve function was returning error. Nah, some thing wrong with function call I decided. Checked again. Shoot! I was one glove short. I was 110 percent sure I had Velcro-ed both the gloves to the jacket before leaving home. Tooblight! I had dropped one glove on the road. Somewhere. The loss of a glove woke up the dormant miser in me, inspired by recent readings of "The Undercover Economist" and "Blink". One glove wouldn't do anybody any good, unless they had only one arm. That too only the left arm - it was the left glove that had un-Velcroed itself. The finder of my fallen glove would have to
1) be a right arm amputee (good left arm)
2) know a person who was a right arm amputee in need of a glove, or confident of selling to a right arm amputee
3) have a single (matching) right glove,
to be compelled to keep it. Very slim probability, the orange juice fed brain concluded was blitzkrieg speed. Go get it!

So, I went looking for my lost glove. Should I retrace my path all the way home? or should I make educated guesses? Educated guess was the gut feel. Now, should I check after Canara Bank, or after Minerva Circle or after Krumbigal Road, or after RV teachers college? The gut spoke again. More like screamed out loud! "RV teachers college, RV teachers college". So I went with the flow, RV teacher's college it was. And, and, ya, ok you win. I am predictable, I did find that darn glove near Lalbagh. It was on the road, waiting patiently to be reunited with its beloved hand and yada yada yada. Yeh janam janam ka bandhan hai.. Bladdy saved 800 smakaroos, my gut feel and ultra smart thinking. Oops forgot ultra quick.

I headed back towards town hall. Late, but hand firmly in the glove. I reach, only to see that there are only a hand full left. Mahesh a.k.a. "Bra"*, was looking for an elastic a.k.a. bungee chord, to hold his bags firmly in place. I was sure I was carrying a spare bungee, so I momentarily got his hopes up. Only "chur chur ho gaya"...

* RTMC guys have funny nicknames


Nothing spectacular happened till Kamath's, the first regroup point. I took the customary Pee stop after Bidadi. Didn't pee though, just sipped on some Litchi twirl, waved at a few passing bikes, blew kisses at all the girls waving at me and waited for a train to pass me by. Then, chased it till Chennapatna, where it unfortunately stopped.

At Kamath's I met Toothpick, Sai, Lokesh, Manan, Sajan and Jispa. A few rounds of Tottu, Vada, Chai/Coffee and Rava masala dosa later, we left for the 2nd regroup point - the U - a couple of kilometers ahead of Srirangapatna towards Hunsur. And, this is where things picked up on the interesting scale. I tagged along with my new breakfast buddies, and we set, what I thought was, a blistering pace on the busy dual carriageway. Somewhere near Maddur, I spotted a very familiar figure walking away from a bike - it was Conrad a.k.a. Con-Rod and slightly ahead was Sushil Mishra. "Cool! More people from the Bheemeshwari ride!", I thought as I rode on.

After a boring and rather surprisingly quick passage of 2 hours, during which a bus tried to run me over, which culminated in me giving him the biker salute, we reached the next via point - the U-turn Mysore bypass. Here, I was reunited with my dear old friend - the train.



I also met the other guys from the Ealagiri ride (not chronicled) - Biscuit, Bhupinder and Haren. We were one of the last guys to arrive at this spot, and we made a habit of it ;)

From then on the narrow bypass road was full of surprises - a pothole here, a pothole there; a little bit of loose sand strewn on the road; the odd cyclist attempting to emulate Johnny Walker; the bewildered dog; and the paddy spread on the road in the hope that some passing vehicle will de-husk it. The good times unfortunately didn't last long enough, for we were soon on yet another dual carriage way - the new Mysore - Madikeri state highway.

I had at some point separated from the group and was coasting along at 80kph on the sparsely populated road, quite contently. Then, somewhere in the distance, far far behind me I spotted a yellow dot in my rear view mirror. We ride with the head lights on, so that we can differentiate who is riding with us and who isn't. So, I figured it was some body just chilling on the road like me, so I throttled up and found a new rhythm at 90kph. The single yellow dot became bigger, and two more appeared. A giant sun and two planets. Then I heard them. Yoops! I was about to be overtaken. Its fun riding in a group, so I decided to keep pace with these folks and maxed the throttle. My thunderbird reached its vibrating crescendo at 110 kph and insisted that I just wouldn't go any faster. Fair enough, because I wasn't lagging behind this time ;)

The vibrating reverie didn't last long. Mechanical limitations of our bikes hooted it. Literally. Jispa's horn detached itself and did a few cartwheels on the road. That is, till I ran over it! hehehe... I slowed down to inspect any possible damages, luckily nothing much had occurred. What am I talking! Nothing had happened. So I started back again, and sighted them ahead halting for a pee + sutta break. I slowed down to appraise Jispa of his missing hooter :P, he was in the know and also in the process of disposing his rear crash guard which was threatening to unfasten itself any moment. So much for the "continuous high speed" that RE insists we will enjoy with our bikes. hehehe... Quite a few bikes passed us, plenty of TN bikes - Mad Bulls passed us by. These guys ride hard, real hard...

After the slight elevation, at the base of which we stopped was the third via point. So again, we were one of the last fellas to arrive :D

And the estori will continue I say... break ke baad...


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Friday, September 28, 2007

Back to the Koorgee!! PardeeMC's 6A meet

The discerning reader will remember that Paapi Yak, Howda Tatti, Super Fast Charger and Shaart Cirkit had painted the southern tip of Coorg yellow (the color of you know what) around the same time last year, on their yet to be chronicled, super duper ass numbing ride through Coorg and Kerala.

This time one of the four... a.k.a. me (no.. no... don't do that enky pinky ponky to figure what i call myself) is heading back to Coorg!! Woohoo... ain't I lucky? Sadly, neither of my other three comrades are joining me, rather willingly not joining perhaps... muhuhaha. evil weevil ;)

But, what the heck. This will be my first big ride with the RTMC guys... Yipee! The well informed will know that RTMC, also known as PardeeeMC thanks to their superior party arranging abilities and even more extraordinary partying skills, is having its sixth anniversary (6A) celebrations at a classified top secret location in Coorg this weekend.

To indulge in the aforementioned kickass festivities we are all heading out to Coorg very very early tomorrow morning.... err 6:30 am to be precise... looking forward to a pleasant ride and a rocking pardee!!! In the pardeeMC parlance - Caman the pardee, caman the enjaiment!


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