A Flight Post

Like someone said, it’s not the destination but the journey which becomes a memory and to me changes my view towards life making me more responsible.

How does that work? For me, the little good things that I observe and be able to apply to my life. In literal corporate terms, “Best Practice Implementation”.

Airport these days, are quite accessible to the larger crowd as against the past decade. Thanks to the ever growing demand, cost effective transportation due to cut throat competition. So, on my trip to next destination, I am all eyes and ears to what’s going around. And, not being a shopoholic gives me a little edge to peek through colors occasionally, be it accessories, books or food at display. Yeah, I did eye a couple of souvenirs and a shades đŸ€©

Good weather, pleasant day and a cup of tea to a start another adventure.

Well, this post that was intended to be published was delayed. That does not stop me from writing after a gap.

Love as always!

Nearly a feast at Khandwa, Indore

It’s year since my invitation to Khandwa was pending from a dear friend of mine. And then a call unexpectedly help planned my tour in just about a days time. Lots of talking, family time, kiddo time, local market visits and a must temple visit happened.

The best moments were indeed ones that satisfied my tummy. Few mouth watering items include those that were familiar and few those were introduced for the first time.

What an experience!!!!

The best Deal Kachori I had.

Sabudhana Kichidi….

Home made Paneer curry (soft and delicious), Stuffed capsicum, Dal, Jeera rice and Roti.

Gulkand and Kiwi Sharbhat

Ice dish

Mango Lassi

Doodh Jalebi

Poha for breakfast

Club Cheese Sandwich

Genie Dosa

Pani Puri (Indore wali)

Aloo Patties

Butte ka Kiss

Dahi Bade

Dry fruit Rabdi

Rabdi Gola (cocktail types)

Just a few those I tried….and gained a few kilos…don’t regret savoring these though……Indeed a culinary tour after long.

Cheers!

Local festivities @ Bangalore

Upon an invitation from a friend, I had the privilege to witness local festivity, that is an annual affair. A grand pooja is performed at the temple and a procession is carried out in the center of city for 3 days. Families prepare themselves to please the God in numerous ways. Usually, a silver or steel vessel is decorated with flowers and lamp made of rice flour or jaggery is placed inside them. Both married and unmarried women place this vessel over their head and walk for about 3 kms till the temple premises before making an offering. The whole event is accompanied by music, dance and other road shows where artisans showcase past traditions in various forms.

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artisans @ Performance

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Goddess – decorated for the occasion

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The procession

A sea of clouds, near Bangalore city

Every city comes with some sought of an advantage. The moment….a place becomes “city”, it is overcrowded or at the least moderately crowded. And this means weekends are the only time off the bustling crowd, either tucked away at corner in the house or to some place that is at a short driving distance.

For “Bangloreans”, Chikmangalur is a privilege. Not far away, yet throwing various options, be it lazing at a resort, engaging in adventure activities, soaking in early morning sun, trekking or submitting oneself to almighty at one of the popular temples, this place has it all.

This was a quick click on my way back in the early hours.

A slice of Horanadu

I have been doing a sort of intense travel since December. Despite being a travelaholic, these travel came unexpectedly and not pre-planned. I did a bit of beaches and religious places.

Last week, I happened to visit Horanadu in Karnataka (never heard of this place before until I decided to travel few days ago). The only way to access the place was via road. Contrary to most other times where I do scribble about the place, things around home kept me held up for this activity, being rest assured of some sought of adventure and I was not disappointed.

It’s was only on my return through the curvy ghats, which houses coffee and tea plantation, spaciously private houses engulfed by herbs and flowering plants, creeping black peppers and laid back locals; I realized it was heaven tucked away amidst mountains. It seemed like spring but not even a single feel of summer in air for 40 odd kilometers.

Travelling by the state bus was real adventure as the driver did all he could to sway the passengers from one corner to other, while speeding through bends of the mountain. Not wanting to miss on hidden beauty, I pulled out my instant camera and captured few shots whilst on the move.

**Just before Sun was up

 

**River Bhadra

** Tall standing trees playing hide and seek with the Sun