No time to do a detailed post. Just posted a few pictures:
Alamparai, Sadras forts (Feb 2013): http://www.flickr.com/photos/chewmysambar/sets/72157632636287459/
Bheemeshwari (March 2013): http://www.flickr.com/photos/chewmysambar/sets/72157633090588674/
Kanchipuram( March 2013): http://www.flickr.com/photos/chewmysambar/sets/72157633362197925/
Don’t act like a duck. An ugly duckling is not worth a picture.
Don’t burrp. Let the folks first get used to your important nonsenses.
You have a cool smartphone. So what? Maximally optimize to good degree the availability of social connections and ping people you havent bothered to care about the last 4.9 years. And sit like a duck expecting a reply.
Try downloading music. The problem is that the awkwardness clogs your mental well being so much now and you hit the play button instead of the download button. And your mobile phone starts screaming ‘dhinchak dhinchak Aa ante amalapuram’. 84 pairs of eyes look up, and my lovely! you are a certified duck now.
So I have Rhinnorhea and its the first day at the new job and I cant breathe right because my nose is running like its been supplanted with water from the brahmaputhra.
My nose is also whistling like a conductor.
So I have just decided to be all decent and hold my breath when people are around me. I am a practicing yogi.
Stare into the monitor and pretend to type something like this to avoid being noticed.
Major awkwardness macha.
She was there. All alone like loneliness.
She did not attempt to question.
She did not attempt to accept.
She did not attempt to pretend or be original.
She just did not because some people are so stripped of ambition to look for purpose.
And so one day, She stopped searching making herself poignantly pointless.
Thus she killed herself and served her own half baked soul for survival.
By that, she lived her happily ever after. And died anew.
“I have stopped finding answers to why forts lure me in. I guess so long as I am fascinated by forts I don’t have to find an answer to the rhetoric. Looking at the forts and traveling back in time with images of a royal past swooning and swirling inside my head is something that I have gotten very used to the point of not wanting to stop seeing these imageries afterall. Its an incentive to the heart supplanting the famous idleness of the mind.
Some forts are intact. Like a rich refrigerated chocolate bar. Good karma let’s say. Most yet, are dilapidated. Because dilapidation is cliche, dilapidation is also testament promulgating the loss of history in time, the adage that aids the cliche to common. But there is also something else that comes close to a feeling. It is so rare,that feeling of ‘so close to a feeling’, and so uniquely sad that you forget to supplement that ‘so close to a feeling’ with a nomenclature. And eventually forget that near perfect feeling itself, one that doesn’t stick too well in memory for long but one that you yearn to feel all over again. Like Fresh Love.
There is really nothing philosophical about these forts. They lived to saturation, and they died like most things do, except amoeba perhaps, but whoever said only living things live? The ghosts stand tall as broken walls, as lay asphalts, as strangely shapeless cobwebs consciously marketing the stupidity that the ire of a few dumb men can bring forth. It’s a good thing we talk about anger management now. And this is also a good time to build lifeless forts that will withstand time right, left and centre because we are not ruled by kings and forts are pretty pointless otherwise”
So you read thus far.
How is this for a post?
Pretty poetic?I guess so.
Decorative?Most likely. Complex? Well, yes.
Does the abstractness make sense? Not really.Abstractness is not made to make sense, so its okay.
Atleast is the abstractness well defined to the point of allowing comprehension? No.
But you think the post is trying to convey something? Yes, but what the post is trying to convey is not clear.
Did the writer want to convey something at all? Not sure.
Its okay if the writer din’t want to convey something, is it atleast entertaining to read? No, not really.
Did she write this knowing fully too well that she has ardent fans who will read between the lines and comprhend the essence in entirety of the thing that she wanted to convey?Maybe.
Is she attempting something here? Guess so.
If she is attempting something, which is so in the notabletogetit league, should she atleast minutely try to explain for people who have been regularly following her because they think she is brilliant in what she does? Yes. Very much.
Do you think the writer conveyed what she wanted to convey? No.
Is it entertaining/fun? No.
Last question:Or does it strike you in the heart, make you bleed and feel and fall in love and pity these forts? No.
So this was how I felt when I saw Kadal. Like the way you felt reading these aforementioned lines in bold.
More thoughts coming in sometime this week. Until then.
The familiar air of village vintageness beautifully morphs into a new ‘christian’ feel as one enters Tranquebar. The statue of Bartholomew stands tall towards the edge of the narrow road that bifurcates into two, quietly paving way into what looks like a big football field. There is the Neemrana property, the Bungalow on the beach and then one notices the rocks. And then the Dansborg fort.
The Dansborg fort at Tranquebar, built by the dutch, stands emphatically by the shore with the waves crashing on the artificial rocks and the jetties inviting way too much attention than it already deserves.
Tranquebar was a Danish colony between 1620 and 1845, and the fort Dansborg built by a Danish Captain Ove Dgjje in 1620 served as the official residence of the Dutch Governer. The fort is now a museum hosting Dutch artifacts and trade reference collections between the Nayaks and the Dutch. It is very interesting to note that some 300 ships anchored at this Danish port between 1620 and 1845, the most notable being the vessel that carried the Lutheran Bartholomew Ziegenbalg, who was one of the prime ambassadors who helped spread Christianity in TamilNadu. There is a Christian Cross right outside the fort, a monument built to indicate the arrival of the missionaries, and the fort by itself is very picturesque with small doom shaped rooms, and dark dungeons. One is not allowed to climb atop the roof, but the very warm feeling of having the sea and the sounds in front you, with no room for fear, by itself is an experience to help oneself with.
Apart from the fort, there is a Danish Church built in 1718 and quiet a few good looking houses that bear the vintage stamp.
Some extra notes:
And then, this trip I saw quite a few temples too!
I visit the temples not because I am very religious. I love temple architecture, and the minute pungent smells inside the ancient temples. I finished Tranquebar, and headed straight to Thirunallaar, 5 Kms off Karaikal to see the Darbharanyeeshwarar temple, also the official spot for Lord Shani. The wide and tall Pallava Pillars could be seen inside the temple and the devotees had nicely abandoned the Sanctum Sanctorum hosting the Linga for the Lord Shani peetam because Shani ruled the roost there. Talk about myth, hypocrisy and beliefs!
The next Sojourn was at the Thirumeechur Lalitha Parameshwari temple. It is a very small temple, one km off Peralam towards Mayavaram. My mom was named after the deity here and I have a lot of sentiment coupled with fond memories attached to this temple.
The next morning was spent exploring the Thiruvenkaadu Swetharanyeshwarar temple. Its spread across 5 full acres, massive massive-r than any temple I have ever seen and the Aghora Moorthy sculpture is so fiercely live and breathtaking.The drive from Thiruvenkaadu from Karaikal is one for the soul. You can not afford to not be happy.
Hit Poompuhar, and was so glad to see the Kovalan arch, the Kannagi arch and the Madhavi arch. Went to Keezhaperumpallam to see Naganadhar and Vaitheeshwaran Kovil for the Pallava Pillars.Stopped at Le Cafe in Pondicherry for some hot chocolate and croissants, and Madras beckoned that night promising the magic of ‘getting back home’.
For more pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/chewmysambar/sets/72157632636125591/
2012 was a lot of travel(also).
I am very perturbed because I don’t have ample time now to document every trip in detail and tag the pictures,I also don’t like to share the History associated with a place because it is all over the internet anyway, maybe I will just jot down the highlights:
1) Hampi, Karnataka:
Spent a full weekend at Hampi, and strange that Hampi sticks in my memory now because of the Tungabadhra dam at Hospet. Hospet is the closest railway station to Hampi, and a lil 10 KMS off Hospet is the Tungabadhra dam. It was six in the evening when we went, before entraining to Bangalore, and climbing uphill was getting a tad difficult given the long walks across Hampi for two days, but we managed with groundnuts to boot:D The effort was very much rewarded. The dam was an unending ocean, with all these ferocious waves ransacking the barricades. Jambu Pathae was all over my head and I guess I just stopped thinking. One of my most memorable moments, this lifetime it shall be.
2) Bangalore-Mysore roadtrip:
I left Bangalore at the wee hours of morning, drove straight to the Chamundi Hills. This was my third trip to Mysore, so din’t much bother visiting the famous palace, and so ended up exploring Srirangapatna and Chennapatna. Also, lost my respect for Tipu Sultan(The guy is a cartoon and the palaces there were a joke). No recall value at all. Wanted to go to Ranganathatitu but it was a short trip. Stayed overnight at Mysore, got so drunk, puked and alcohol had suppressed too much of Amygdala for me to remember anything at all the next day. Went to the Brindavan Gardens just to see the dam(I LOVE DAMS!) but Government buggers wouldn’t permit.
3) Fort St.David:
So decided to spend a weekend at Pondy and ended up also visiting Fort St.David at Cuddalore. Quaint lil place, not many locals know the existence of this dilapidated fort in their very own backyard. Sad. Oh, Cuddalore is a cute town.
(Also)Mother’s ancestral place, this village is enroute to Karaikkal in the Peralam road. Spent a full weekend with the grandparents, strolled around the fields and showered in the pump set(hehehe). Accompanied the grandparents to Thirukadaiyoor,Vaitheeshwaran Kovil, Thiruvidakazhi, and one more temple whose name has slipped my mind.
5) The Kerala Roadtrip:
V got married at Guruvaaoor, so ended up doing an extensive roadtrip from Bangalore. Fell in love with Bandipur(Now I should plan a separate trip), Drove through Wayanad to reach Vythiri. Lovely lovely lovely place. The monsoons had just commenced, the drive through the dense forest on the early hours of dusk was equally unnerving as much as it was delighting. The stay at the famous vythiri resort for four days wasn’t anyway extraordinary though we covered 3000 Kms in a week and it was good for the spirit driving through the Ghat passes and listening to all the favorites.
6) Tracing the Cholas:
This trip was super special because the gran came along, and she din’t complain a bit about all the accompanying strenuousness typical to a car travel. Stopped at Samayapuram enroute to Tanjore because I was named after an Archana to the Goddess there. So what did I do? Explored the Tanjore Temple and loved the sheer magnificence of Chola Art(Hindu Headlines, Yes). Stayed in a 5 star place at Tanjore for heck’s sake, and burnt big holes in the pocket. Visited Thygaraaja at Thiruvaiyaaru and sang Sanmaarga Hindolam. Enroute to Thiruvaiyaaru stopped at a 5th Century temple at Kandiyur. Ended up meeting some Chennai folks at Thiruvaaiyaaru, and they spoke with great enthusiasm about KAmarasavalli, the temple constructed by Paranthaka Chola( Raja Raja’s great grandfather) on which the Tanjore temple was modeled. It was depressing to see a dilapidated temple, but it was equally encouraging to see the villagers work so hard to spread word and bring in patrons(Realized there was much more to life ‘than doing a product management role at work and feeling blaahh about it). The final stop was at Gangai Konda Cholapuram.Mind=Blown.
Too many takeaways from this trip that lasted for a week. Came back with a bunch of pictures, a lot of History cramming, some fantastic memories. Walked 50 Kms a day, met some eclectic mix of people, was singled out as the only woman wearing western clothes at the Ajmer Dargah(I had no idea!),loved Pushkar’s old world charm, Jaipur’s street food and hey, I SHOPPED MY BANK BALANCE AWAY! 2013 looks good for Jaisalmer and Bikaner. SOON! :)
I am so glad I finally wrote this in the ten minutes I had. I am so glad I made these travels with ridiculous work and music class schedules. I hope to travel so much more in 2013, see and learn and meet so many more new people and soak in wilderness. Leaving to Tranquebar tonight and Kumili, Kerala end of this month. Will elaborate a lil decently on these trips once I am back. Oh, and I plan all my travels with Tripadvisor only.
*Missed adding Gingee to the travel list. Positively, the most interesting fort I have seen in this part of the country. Their granaries are breathtaking. It’s a lesser known marvel just 100 Kms off Chennai, near Tindivanam.