Previously, On Wheels – Hampi.01
I woke up to the early sunrise that set over main gopuram of the temple, amidst the fog and mystic climate….. sunrays hit my skin softly like a feather.
I used to wake up rolling on bed and falling on the floor or to the plot twists in my dreams (nightmares)
Drove bike to Kamalapura Junction and reached back Hampi bazar…
It has become a ritual..
this driving up and down till I remember each curve, each turn, each speed breaker..
I ordered a plate idly but came along 2 bajji… on asking them if it was bonus for chosing their tiffin shop, they blurted out in laugh and said people eat bajji along with tiffins… I smiled and had them too… never had mirchi bajji that early morning which is usually an evening snack
Yesterday, I remember having crossed the roadway to Vittala… there was a footpath from Bazar to Vittala and chose to go that way.
As I started walking,
I felt I’ve been here earlier.
How could a place be so strange and yet so familiar?
As I saw those circular shaped boats, stopped a moment… a fisherman soon approached if I wanted a ride.. spoke in fluent telugu… he asked 600 for solo ride and 400 to go along with group… I said I am low on budget, he smiled and let me go without any bargain.. he gave a few advices on interesting off beat places around…
When I asked about his business, he told about the lease they got from Tourism dept, how they operate and water levels varying in seasons…
A Shady tea spot near the temple. And an amazing view of TB bank.. those were the moments, my itch to visit Godavari has began.. So lost in the moment that I forgot to take a picture..
In the path on the right bank, saw a board that says “beware of crocodiles near water”.. I wonder why I took that warning board as a welcome board..
What is the purpose of holding back with fears after all I’ve battled myself to come out this far..
I want to stay here for a while… the music that came from water-flow, from the child’s play, from washing clothes and the rustling leaves were all in perfect sync…
Its only after settling down at this place have I realized what it was…. A place used to be music training institute which remains immersed when water level is full…
I cannot stay at one place.. I have to be on move.. and I started again…
Rock pillars,Motifs, ASI sign board of excavations and a ticket counter…
Where our heroine used to dance
Stationary Stone Car
Visit Vittala to witness The glory of Vijayanagara empire…
Musical Pillars, Stone car and the architecture detail in every nook and corner of the temple..
Mindblown, Masterpiece is an understatement…
Genius cannot be contained..
they cannot be trapped in some words, preserved in pictures…
they are not some backgrounds to take pictures with… to pose with
its when you realise its history, its architecture detail you would acknowledge of its might…
some still remain a mystery…
how could anyone imbibe tabla beats in a pillar ????
when you tap a rock, you listen tabla beat… Tabla.. the core of music which gives talam (beat).. without which there is no music..
Some fools to figure out how it actually works have destroyed a few pillars.. and the reverberating effect it produces in the mandapas…
Acoustics, Astrology, Science, Poetry… you name it..
In silence I heard songs of glory and destruction…
Have I been lost?? I left a part of me in Vittala temple… so stumped by the marvellous vittala… while returning thru same path.. what seemed like ruins got reconstructed in my imagination and appeared as beautiful constructions..
This place is getting onto me… it takes a considerable time till a place gets onto me… but this is different… may be beacause I’ve changed..
Wish I could travel back in time and live a day in vijayanagara empire…
What has this place gone through…
We are the Archaeologists with intense curiosity to dig into our pasts…
we so dwell into our pasts to find how good it was,
only to realise how everything shattered to pieces..
we search for happiness dwelling into past but remain with ruins.. broken, churned and spoilt…
It matters what we dwell into… a beautiful art might take years to be carved while a scar is made in matter of seconds..
you could be a beautiful carving or a deep ugly scar..
this effort to document my experience is to remember the best time I had..
Ask a tree that got burnt in the wildfire..,
what do you remember, years of happy growing up or getting burnt to ashes.. ??
Dreams are reality to the one sleeping..
We are intristically wired to negativity.. preserve the good..
I decided to have heavy lunch and some rest…
300per day-sharing bathroom-no tv.. and I thought i was Miser in the town..
French guy in room next to mehas been staying there since a month… @260/day… felt little good about myself.. and the Russian couple in the next room are in company..
I laid back a while accessing WiFi from a nearby restro.. getting ready to watch sunset..
We pay attention to sun when it fades in and fades out.. nobody bothers of the consistent day…
all we care is about the transition..
Sun gets gentle at sunrise and sunset when the yellowish orange gradient of its rays unite with darkness..
Its during this transition
you realise that Sun is not the only star
Its just been brighter than other..
but who looks out for stars when sun is out…
So is love.. So is a soulmate…
Its easy to spot another solo traveler.. perks being a solo is you could find people with same madness and passion on some scale.
Conversation with people of same mind-set, listening your thoughts from another mouth than yours feels
great awesome. Its like having a conversation with mirror.
Remember you are a guest house and people are travelers
nobody stay forever
keep the river inside you flowing
Like an ocean, push back to the coast the algae blooms that floats in you
Sun got into its quiet corner..
Birds flocked to their shelter..
so did we ..
Me possibly to Bengaluru and she to shivamogga in a day or two..
Ritual again… reached kamalapura, asked in pure telugu about theatres around (bruce lee in telugu was running is a theatre – I wanted to experience telugu movie in another state.. not a fanboy of shitty commercial movies)..
He is unable to understand, and the first time it has happened.. telugu didnt work…
I wanted to drive actually.. to get over the hangover Vittala temple gave me and so asked for Tungabhadra dam.
He hopped on as he was headed in same direction.. at a tea stall he got off, asked others to help me in telugu…
A conversation that changed my destination.. I said I wanted to drive… I need challenging, long beautiful roads.. KARWAR is what they suggested.. first time having heard of the place.. checked on maps… 80kms less than Blr… zipping through Western ghats..
I still havent decided when to move out.. no plans.. just living in the moment…
I didn’t query about the place.. I just inquired how the road is.. They suggested some good sunrise spots around Hampi..
I might start to Bangalore.. or to Karwar.. or to home or stay here..
I didn’t impose any restrictions on my soul.. I let it rest peacefully..
I slept like a baby listening to ‘my mind is a sranger without you’ with no fucking clue what’s in store for tomorrow..
Up Next, On Wheels – Hampi.03