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Water water everywhere…

“Rivers of Bangalore” sounds like a nice anthem song for my “trying so hard to be a big city” small city.

For once, I have some kind words for the Bangalore municipality. After yesterday night’s rain, I was so certain that the stretch of Bannerghata road near Bilekahalli – Mantri Elite would be overflowing with sewage, that I almost fainted in shock after seeing just a few puddles of water here and there. Un-freaking-believable.

Now, hopefully, it won’t rain cats and dogs again today.

The funniest thing is I got to office in 50 minutes today. That doesn’t happen even on the sunniest of days!!


Barren tree in the rain

Barren tree in the rain
Originally uploaded by asarun.

The magnificient view @Tala Kaveri 😉 The fog was so dense when we were going uphill that for a brief while, visibility was less than 5-6 metres. The one thing I never understand about the sources of these rivers is where do the rivers disappear after they begin? I mean, there’s nothing there, not even a stream. So, why exactly is that spot the origin of the Kaveri? I remember when I had gone to Nasik a long time ago, nearabouts where the Godavari is said to originate, there was no way to understand the logic of that origin either.

Anyway, who cares. It’s high enough, and in a less touristy age, it must have been spiritual enough.

Raindrops keep falling on my head…in Coorg…

Another holidaying weekend. This time, gallivanting around in the rains at Coorg. Not what I had planned for, but good nevertheless. It rained, and rained and rained, but there really is no sight better for the senses, than a luxuriously verdant landscape. They call Coorg the Scotland of the east, but to me, it was more Kerala than Kerala itself. Even the language is so Malayalam like. I guess, about 60%-70% of the words are Kannada, but the way they speak, the intonation is all Malayalam.

The one thing I missed though was walking/trekking. We did a short 2 km walk on Friday, and all the way, we were more worried about the leeches (I killed about 10 in all, I guess), that any joy that was to be had from two of the most pefectly well-behaved guide dogs you could hope to see, and the vegetation all around, was lost. The best time to visit, I guess, is late October or so, when the rains have died but the land is still as green as it can get. Maybe, we will head there again, around about then.

Probably, the first time, I have followed up one holiday weekend with another.

A microcosm of our Coorg experience.