Vellore Weekend Trip (Pilgrimage?) - Day 1

We packed our bags and left Bangalore on Saturday morning by 7am for our weekend trip to Vellore. After the first stop at Krishnagiri – Adyar Anandha Bhavan for breakfast we drove to Ambur via the fantastic Krishnagiri-Chennai NH.

Kailasagiri Murugan Temple – Gadambur, Ambur

Take the service road towards Ambur and drive straight until you cross a Reliance petrol bunk. Left turn on the road further down (Hotel Amirtham is a landmark) and ask for Kailasagiri, Murugan temple. Follow the road for a 20-30 minutes drive until the board stating Kailasagiri (a police station is immediately next to it).

There’s a patchy road which ends at 990 stairways up the hill to Kailasagiri. We parked our car under the shady neem tree and was encouraged by the old watchman that we could reach top of the hill within 15-25 minutes.

Well I must admit that it was mid summer and thanks to the tress we didn’t feel much heat.

Though I didn’t make beyond 350 stairs, the Mr and mom reached the shrine. As heard from them, it is a small temple surrounded by 7 ponds (on top of a hill !) and the view from the top is beautiful. Only the archagar with the company God and breeze flying thru’ the hair and absolute silence I can imagine that it must have been a divine experience.

Jalagaandeshwara Temple & Vellore fort

We rushed into the Jalagandeshwara temple before it was closed for lunch. Read some where that there was a stream running beneath the moolavar and a secret passage which ended up in Kancheepuram.

As they were closing down, we couldn’t explore the temple much.

Vellore fort, well it was very hot to go out on boating. The park, lake around and the fort was picturesque until you look into the waters. It was a sad feeing to see hundreds of dead fish floating.

Rathnagiri Bala Murugan Temple, Vellore

Our next stop after lunch at the Hotel Aryaas, Vellore (take the left road to Vellore from NH and ask for new bus stand, the hotel is beneath the flyover) was Rathnagiri. Rathnagiri is 15 kms from Vellore on the Vellore-Chennai route. It’s a small hill and you can drive the car up the hill. The temple has been renovated in recent times and become very famous. Sounds interesting to hear about a clerk Murganadimai (which means ‘slave of Lord Muruga’) who got enlightened and vouched to turn the ruined temple to what it is today.

Be aware of the naughty monkeys.


Thanvanthri Bhagavan, Walajapet

Walajapet is approx. 15 kms from Rathnagiri on the Vellore-Chennai route. Drive down till Walajapet bus stand and take the adjacent left road (before the bus stand), sholiyur route.


Thanvanthri is the Dr God, 12th avatar of Lord Perumal. The archagar is a very good orator and possess good marketing skilled and well trained. The Dr God with a steth, operating knife and a naught smile drew me away and made belive what the archagar said. I ended up buying a herbal thayathu (Rs 200), a total healer for any (or all) disease ;-)

Must say the Dr God, Mahishashuramarthini gives a sense of peace with a pleasing smile.

Golden temple, Sripuram

Coffee break @ Durga Bhavan, Vellore (opp. To Hotel Aryaas).

The skies has opened and swept off the summer heat. What a delight to feel the cold evening air after being fried by the sun during the day. Thanks to the rains, a tree has blocked the road to Sripuram and huge traffic jam. We had to park the car well ahead and walk down. The place was too too crowded, may be a thousands were.

Took a special ticket ad had a good evening walk of atleast a 2kms around the temple of gold.

Sorry to say that it was more of a picnic, exhibitional place of gold rather than the sense of divinity. Though the ambigai is strinkingly beautiful, all that glitters around takes away the attention.

End of day we dropped our bags and self at the ‘Millenium Plaza’ hotel in Vellore – Katpaadi road. This hotel had good amenties at reasonable rates. (Rs 800 for a AC room and Rs 500 for non AC.) The rooms were clean with a TV and a water heater in bathrooms.

End of day 1 – The old temples with stone flooring and no tiles or marbles, makes me feel more close to God. Is it because of the upbringing or the mind?

Void?

Not sure when it got into me
Not sure when was the first time I realised it's presence

Not sure how I learnt to sweep it under the rug
Not sure how I pretend that I've got rid of it
Not sure how I cover it with some makeup from time to time
Not sure how I can run away from it

Not sure if I could throw it into deep sea
Not sure if I can build the courage to totally accept it
Not sure if I can stand up to get away with it
Not sure if I can find a way to overcome to it

Not sure if it will make the seconds too long before they pass by
Not sure if it is going to sit over all of me
Not sure if it will swallow me
Not sure if I can learn to live with it

Not sure why it haunts me day in and out?

hmmmm......

Long since we

It has been long since we

• made time to share how our lives have changed
• sat by the window on a raining day with a cup of coffee and a lovely song
• spoke for hours together on any book until the eyes were filled with sleep
• did all the grocery shopping only to end it with a cinnamon whirl
• lived for the moments of taking a bite of the KFC chicken nuggets
• parked our bikes under the tree and felt our conversations never ended
• discussed other people and pretending we weren't gossiping
• strolled down a mile on a Friday evening with the bicycle
• sat on a beach in total silence with ecstasy
• drove down all the way to alwarpet for a cup of kumbakonam degree coffee
• laughed and laughed till tears rolled down
• applauded each other's success more than our own
• carefully picked words to comfort and soothe without crossing the line
• gossiped about hilary paati and her smoked bacon chips
• waved goodbye to someone in the bus station and ran around the station to get a last glimpse of them
• shared our perceptions and differences on any thing and everything from a donut to a song

Hope someday we will catch up on all the past

Even if not we will still be 'friends'

Whose call is it

There have been many, many times when I've felt that I want to decide and do it this way or not want to do it this way. No second thoughts in what I wanted to do. Then there are these invisble thick ropes which are tied around, not letting me go by the decision. These ropes have not been the same at all instances. I have the courage to decide but not by cutting through these ropes. At the end it is still 'my' life but not 'lived' by me at all moments.

click click nd a weekend spent useful

Ever since I was gifted the Nikon D60 SLR, I've been wanting to make the best use of it.. An amateur photogropher with a great love for photography and an absolute zero on the technicalities or the equipment was how I was. For a while i've been eyeing for a photography class until I came across the 'digital photography workshop' by Kalyan, the Indian wildlife photographer (http://www.kalyanvarma.net/).

The workshop was a boon which came at the right time. The workshop was well organized over a weekend which Kalyan began with the basics of digital photography. Having not experimented much beyond the AUTO mode it was such a fantastic learning experience on the technicalities like aperture, shutter speed, DOF, exposure..

It was a wise thinking that he had the lighter topics of equipment types and maintenance after lunch. A lot of eye openers and the one which needs a special mention is how to maintain the camera. Kalayan was pointing out the SLRs which come now are dust and water prone and there he was pouring water over his 400 mm lens. All the cheaper and easier ways to keep the camera clean was very interesting I would say and few of them took me by surprise.

Though it's been months since I woke up early on a Sunday,by the quench kindled on the previous day I didn't want to be late for the photo shoot in Lalbagh. First time to Lalbagh and on a photo shoot assignment was total fun. Putting into act the technicalities and tricks, looking for ants and wishing they would rest and pose for a macro lens shot.. nothing more could we ask for a hands-on session.

The day went on with the post processing and review of the morning session shots. click.. click - its' not the end.. hold on and there's much more to make a nice photograph.. the post processing tools and what can be done, what is not acceptable, the small tips and tricks - all were discussed in the post processing session.. All in all the session was a complete one from a passionate man who added more to the love for photography.

All the video clippings,photographs and the stories around them were very interesting..

Now I cannot wait for this weekend Pondicherry trip to play with my camera....

What is a blog on photography without an image attached to it ;-)

(One of my clicks from Lalbagh without any post processing.)

Control - to what extent?

On the street and a km away from home, the urinary bladder is full till the tip.
Too sick and physically unfit to drive the car on own or take an auto.
The purse is empty ruling out the option of calling a city taxi. Need to walk half a km out of the way to fill the purse.
Every small step I put forward makes me want to pee the next moment.
Desparately looking into the passing cars for a known face.

Clouds of self-pity, depression and the cold night makes it feel more worse.

Every passing second seems to be an eternity. Alas, got to hit the toilet after all this. Never have been a more relieving moment than when the bladder was emptied...

Rehab centre for TV addiction?

No more it is an entertainment nor relaxation, an addiction now. Until the eyelids become too heavy and the body cries for rest, the remote and the television are tormented dancing beween channels. Why can't a sensible man of high calibre realise that because of these long hours his day is shortened, leavng no time for a walk or a talk? All the news channel show the same words, pictures and footage only via different people. Nothing will change over nite. All including the Terminator series, Speed series, Water world, World's fastest Indian, Black Hawk down, Vadivelu/Vivek comedies are telecasted and retelecasted the umpteenth time within a month. Come on they need not be watched as if the first time, every time. What will take to make a man understand there is much more to life than TV and office?

Wish I was back to the days when we had to eagerly wait to watch Chitrahaar on Wednesdays, oliyum oliyum on Fridays and the weekly once movie on Sundays :-)