Reminiscing about stay in South India
A day to cheer and none to fear was all i was up against as i left New Delhi for South India. A modest observation i came across at New Delhi Airport: Think of everyone as your equal and the world will become a better place. In the times when there is growing restiveness in certain locales of the country with increasing incidents of those taking law into their hands this minor and not mighty reminder should be imbued by one and all. The Supreme Court has set a ceiling on reservation and that is 49.5 per cent and those politicos who are promising the moon (reservation for their state residents) should bear in mind that there can't be any tinkering with this reservation ceiling and it is as good as done and dusted. Employment opportunities have dried up across country, agriculture sector is showing signs of recovery still not significant by any yardstick and here you have plush offices/residential quarters and luxury sedans the latter pacing up and down the state highways and big metros and this is bound to make the unemployed class struggle/wrestle with unmitigated anger and release the same on whoever comes its way.
Flipping through pages of inflight magazines
During my sojourn in South India i flipped through the pages of different inflight magazines. Some came with the caveat that those women in the age group of 18 to 27 were eligible to join the cabin crew needed to be relaxed so that they (women) could remain employed for a large number of years; definitely not exiting at 27 from work sphere. Other stories in inflight magazines featured Mysuru in South India voted the cleanest city to Clean India Campaign meant to impress upon each citizen to do his/her bit on this front. The first port of call happenned to be Bengaluru in South India. A tidy and neat room in Shubhodaya lodge in Gandhi Nagar with a reminder that check out time was 24 hours and not something like 12 in the afternoon gave me the benefit of paying for a day instead of two days. Mr Jagdish and Mr Anand come out as easy to reach managers with no pretensions. In the city besides visiting Hotel Adora and Hotel Kamat i quite often visited Gandhgava Upahar for tea and snacks. I am able to get the number of Mr Shivanna who has served in Hare Krishna Vegetarian restaurant in the past located near Bengaluru railway station and he hails from Chikmagalur in Karnataka State. Cobbler Mr Ramachandra was helpful so was Mr Kamat of Kamat Hotel. Going to 16th Cross Vyali Kaval in Bengaluru where TTD temple is located it was automan Mr Syed Mastan who gave the ride. The food from Swathi Deluxe restaurant which is on first floor in Majestic bus station was something to relish.
Strategically placed boulders in Anegundi
Ananda Rao circle in Bengaluru city has hints of green. In late evening set out out for Hospet by a train that took over eight hours. Ms Madhu from Yelahanka boards the train. Meet Mr Keerthiraj who works for NGO WeWorld. From Hospet i head to Anegundi and take a room in Vaibhava Guest House. Here it would be prudent to mention about Mr Khwaja Pasha who enquired about purpose of my journey and told me the stop where i should deboard for Anegundi. Later i head to Anjaneya Parvat (Lord Hanuman Temple). There are in all 550 steps to be chased to reach Hanuman Temple. Mr Parushram, son of Mr Malappa, i meet him after a while who was kind enough to dish out a room when i visited Anegundi in September 2014. There are strategically placed boulders/rocks which you come across quite often in Anegundi and going to No 1 river cross to Hampi the sighting could well make you engineer a step closer to these boulders. Meet Mr Gangadhar and Mr D Subbaya in Anegundi who wish to travel by ferry boat to other side.
Reaching Virupapura gaddi
In Hoova cafe i meet Shreya studying in class 7 who helps me to collect soaps, writing pad from adjacent store. Thursday before leaving for Virupapura gaddi i come across Sapna who is in IInd year in a college. In Virupapura gaddi (VPG) i stay in Mowgli guest house where i am told the rents hit the roof when the season is on. Mowgli guest house/restaurant employs a large number of people from Nepal. In VPG i meet Mr Farooq who runs a small restaurant and here the veg thali comes for 100 rs as against 180 rs at other places. In the same restaurant i happen to meet Mr Gil from Israel who has a desire to go back to New Delhi by travelling in a sleeper class in a train as the air fare has set him back by more than thousand fears. Meet Mr Naga Babu who is into farming, meet Mr Archit who is a bike enthusiast. Meet Mr Abey who is a Judicial Scrivener, Mr Shuttle, who is a novelist (some of his works go by the name Manapu and Nakano). Both have come from Tokyo.
The next day i leave for Hampi and take a room in Pushpa Guest House. The place where i board the vessel for Hampi i meet Mr Sujit and Mr Pawan both from National Institute of Creative Communication, Bengaluru who are supposed to complete a project report for which they are visiting Hampi and nearby areas. Mr Abhishek who is a guide too joins us in the vessel. In Pushpa guest house seeing the pictures of Lord Venkateswara i tell them i am also an ardent devotee. In Hampi Meet Mr B Gangappa who has worked in AIR (All India Radio) and he is able to place me. Meet Mr Prasanna Patil staying in Hampi for over 30 years, meet Mr Prakash Kulkarni staying in Hampi for 50 years. Meet Mr Parmesh of Shambhu Guest House. I stayed in Hampi for three days before heading towards Hubli. In Hampi visit Vitthala temple and other places. Take dosa from Naivedyam restaurant before boarding a train which would take me to Hubli.
The findings from NRC (National Register of Citizens) should be handled tactfully and the line that differentiates between an alien and native doesn't get blurred. All for histrionics relayed here and there these four million people would continue to reside in Assam or dispersed to other places in the country in the times to come.
TMC MPs being beaten up by securitymen in Silchar airport is highly unfortunate. These securitymen should be taken to task. This shows the times we live in.
A day to cheer and none to fear was all i was up against as i left New Delhi for South India. A modest observation i came across at New Delhi Airport: Think of everyone as your equal and the world will become a better place. In the times when there is growing restiveness in certain locales of the country with increasing incidents of those taking law into their hands this minor and not mighty reminder should be imbued by one and all. The Supreme Court has set a ceiling on reservation and that is 49.5 per cent and those politicos who are promising the moon (reservation for their state residents) should bear in mind that there can't be any tinkering with this reservation ceiling and it is as good as done and dusted. Employment opportunities have dried up across country, agriculture sector is showing signs of recovery still not significant by any yardstick and here you have plush offices/residential quarters and luxury sedans the latter pacing up and down the state highways and big metros and this is bound to make the unemployed class struggle/wrestle with unmitigated anger and release the same on whoever comes its way.
Flipping through pages of inflight magazines
During my sojourn in South India i flipped through the pages of different inflight magazines. Some came with the caveat that those women in the age group of 18 to 27 were eligible to join the cabin crew needed to be relaxed so that they (women) could remain employed for a large number of years; definitely not exiting at 27 from work sphere. Other stories in inflight magazines featured Mysuru in South India voted the cleanest city to Clean India Campaign meant to impress upon each citizen to do his/her bit on this front. The first port of call happenned to be Bengaluru in South India. A tidy and neat room in Shubhodaya lodge in Gandhi Nagar with a reminder that check out time was 24 hours and not something like 12 in the afternoon gave me the benefit of paying for a day instead of two days. Mr Jagdish and Mr Anand come out as easy to reach managers with no pretensions. In the city besides visiting Hotel Adora and Hotel Kamat i quite often visited Gandhgava Upahar for tea and snacks. I am able to get the number of Mr Shivanna who has served in Hare Krishna Vegetarian restaurant in the past located near Bengaluru railway station and he hails from Chikmagalur in Karnataka State. Cobbler Mr Ramachandra was helpful so was Mr Kamat of Kamat Hotel. Going to 16th Cross Vyali Kaval in Bengaluru where TTD temple is located it was automan Mr Syed Mastan who gave the ride. The food from Swathi Deluxe restaurant which is on first floor in Majestic bus station was something to relish.
Strategically placed boulders in Anegundi
Ananda Rao circle in Bengaluru city has hints of green. In late evening set out out for Hospet by a train that took over eight hours. Ms Madhu from Yelahanka boards the train. Meet Mr Keerthiraj who works for NGO WeWorld. From Hospet i head to Anegundi and take a room in Vaibhava Guest House. Here it would be prudent to mention about Mr Khwaja Pasha who enquired about purpose of my journey and told me the stop where i should deboard for Anegundi. Later i head to Anjaneya Parvat (Lord Hanuman Temple). There are in all 550 steps to be chased to reach Hanuman Temple. Mr Parushram, son of Mr Malappa, i meet him after a while who was kind enough to dish out a room when i visited Anegundi in September 2014. There are strategically placed boulders/rocks which you come across quite often in Anegundi and going to No 1 river cross to Hampi the sighting could well make you engineer a step closer to these boulders. Meet Mr Gangadhar and Mr D Subbaya in Anegundi who wish to travel by ferry boat to other side.
Reaching Virupapura gaddi
In Hoova cafe i meet Shreya studying in class 7 who helps me to collect soaps, writing pad from adjacent store. Thursday before leaving for Virupapura gaddi i come across Sapna who is in IInd year in a college. In Virupapura gaddi (VPG) i stay in Mowgli guest house where i am told the rents hit the roof when the season is on. Mowgli guest house/restaurant employs a large number of people from Nepal. In VPG i meet Mr Farooq who runs a small restaurant and here the veg thali comes for 100 rs as against 180 rs at other places. In the same restaurant i happen to meet Mr Gil from Israel who has a desire to go back to New Delhi by travelling in a sleeper class in a train as the air fare has set him back by more than thousand fears. Meet Mr Naga Babu who is into farming, meet Mr Archit who is a bike enthusiast. Meet Mr Abey who is a Judicial Scrivener, Mr Shuttle, who is a novelist (some of his works go by the name Manapu and Nakano). Both have come from Tokyo.
The next day i leave for Hampi and take a room in Pushpa Guest House. The place where i board the vessel for Hampi i meet Mr Sujit and Mr Pawan both from National Institute of Creative Communication, Bengaluru who are supposed to complete a project report for which they are visiting Hampi and nearby areas. Mr Abhishek who is a guide too joins us in the vessel. In Pushpa guest house seeing the pictures of Lord Venkateswara i tell them i am also an ardent devotee. In Hampi Meet Mr B Gangappa who has worked in AIR (All India Radio) and he is able to place me. Meet Mr Prasanna Patil staying in Hampi for over 30 years, meet Mr Prakash Kulkarni staying in Hampi for 50 years. Meet Mr Parmesh of Shambhu Guest House. I stayed in Hampi for three days before heading towards Hubli. In Hampi visit Vitthala temple and other places. Take dosa from Naivedyam restaurant before boarding a train which would take me to Hubli.
The findings from NRC (National Register of Citizens) should be handled tactfully and the line that differentiates between an alien and native doesn't get blurred. All for histrionics relayed here and there these four million people would continue to reside in Assam or dispersed to other places in the country in the times to come.
TMC MPs being beaten up by securitymen in Silchar airport is highly unfortunate. These securitymen should be taken to task. This shows the times we live in.
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