Forest floor

Have you walked on a forest floor…

Just like that?

I do it …not real forests..one isn’t allowed..

But somewhere..where wilderness still remains..but within the village limits..

But..,

Tread slowly …

Watch the forest floor..As you walk…

Feel the wetsoil ….

See the different textures ..

Take in the many scents…colours…

And notice those little living things…which you might not even care to appreciate…

Forest floor..,is mysterious…one never knows what to expect…

It is soothing…

It is calming…

It is full of life…

Walk your way…through woods..

Just make sure…not to crush…someone tiny ..& delicate…

Love….live…& let live

Red silk cotton tree

Woods…look extra green & pretty in February…,

Just the right warmth..

Just the right rains..

Just the righ light…

And forest floor is covered with many fallen flowers ..

One of them is red silk cotton flower…

I somehow like them more than the other flowers…

May be the colour..

May be the structure.,

May be the way they are arranged..

And the tree is bare as far as the leaves are concerned..,

It is just these gorgeous red flowers…

Unlike other flowering trees…

They aren’t crowded..,

Just in a orderly manner they are there on the twigs …

On a bright noon…

When you lift up your head & see this lovely tree against the backdrop of blue skies …

It is a feel good sight

Karighatta drive

A cloudy morning…took a detour on bangalore Mysore Road…

And drove up this beautiful hillock..,

Had been seeing for a long time …

The winding roads up the hill..with green shrubs ..& tall green grass…(locally called dharbe used for a ritual…& makes nice fodder too)

As you drive higher & higher…on a cloudy day…the floating clouds caress you…

Make sure you sit with your car windows open…

The scent of the hills is different ….

The temple is the abode for Vishnu ..

He is called as bairaagi Vishnu …

Bairaagi is mendicant meaning a person who begs…although I never felt so…

Mythology says…it could have been a part of Ramayana ..

History says…Britishers had their watch point here…before attacking Tippu sultan …
It is a great de stressing point…

Park your car..visit the temple..& with a cuppa just sit …watch the world go by from top..see those butterflies…lots of them …

Listen to the wind…see the floating clouds…

Song birds for company…

Watch the young couples romancing!

And the rivers…a mosque like structures where tippus last remains are there…

As you drive downhill …& join the main road…

Like me I’m sure you will say to yourself..

I’m going to come back here…

From top….tippus resting place..lokpavani river..sadly not a droptall grass cover the hills

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Lush green all over

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Some climb all the way up..420 steps

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Inside the sanatorium…only silence

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God vishnu

A morning with butterflies of bannerghatta

There will be a day…

I find a butterfly…

And we swap our dreams….

A haiku….which I love & I believe….

 

And until then …

I watch…& admire them from far

This morning…this pretty one…was one of the many varieties …we found in bannerghatta forests….

 

Forests are full of them…it is a butterfly world out there…

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

She was different on her outside wings…and the colours on the inner side was different

 

 

 

 

And the afternoon breeze….blew her away

 

Wildflowers 

You find them …

In the most..,

Unexpected places …

And

In most trying conditions…

Least expected it on the top of a hillock…

Under the hot sun..

But there they were..

In groups…

In between the rocks…

And in bright yellow..,

Such a beautiful contrast..,

The greyish brown rocks 

&

These swaying little yellow flowers…

And lot of yellow & brown butterflies..

Fluttering and floating around …as I climbed down…

I questioned myself…

What was prettier..?

The hills..

The breeze..

Setting sun..

The verdance…

Or these

Yellow little flowers…

It is for sure …

These yellow wild clusters…

A krishna temple

After spending some time…at the tonnur lake..

Drove down to a narrow village street..

And stopped for a tender coconut ..

Realised there were temples on either side..

One the front door ..we were facing..

The other…we were facing the back side..

So …just like that we decided to go to the latter…

A quiet..& all by itself temple..

But once you enter..it is vast…beautiful…Like any other Hoysala temple..all though the architecture isn’t that intricate..,
Just walked through…taking in the temple sights..

Walked inside..and there are two forms of lord krishna..

On a higher level..Parthasarathy with Sridevi & bhudevi

On a lower level..krishna with his Two consorts 

Did a small Pooja …walked out to the car…

But for a long time ..I was thinking about the soft..still…unruffled…tranquility of the temple..

Despite the fact…the temple & her many pillars…have gone through quite a tumultuous days…

The idols

The first quarter

The still pillars

Quietude

Keretonnur…a travelogue

Tonnur Kere …a beautiful lake….supposed to be built by ramanujacharya…there is an idol of him getting made too…on the tank bund…

Between the two hills a bund …now an eternal lake …

It hasn't ever dried…monsoons or no monsoons..

As an young girl I went there with my dad…don't remember much though ..

But when Minnie was 6-7 we had gone there..& that year soooo much of rains…it had overflowed..

It was water everywhere..& Minnie spent a lot of time ..under a tiny waterfall by the roadside…

Through the drive…landscape is lovely

 

 

We stop by to just take in the rural sights…

And the train passes by…

For me…a moving train against the backdrop of paddy or any field..is the most beautiful frame

 

Modernisation has slowly but surely crept into our villages…a positive sign..

We see a son ,come on his bike & pick up his mom..who was returning from fieldwork…

Earlier she would have walked all the way home

 

 

As we reach near the lake….landscape changes..rocks & more rocks…which explains the Trekkers around

 

Standing …facing the lake …feeling the cool afternoon breeze..& watching the tiny waves & ripple…you feel really good..

Sunday crowd is there..families…cyclists..Trekkers…

But for once you don't mind the crowd around you

 

 

 

 

Met 3 youngsters…cyclists ..all the way from Mysore …

 

 

A mom & daughter ..praying at a tiny temple…

Sit on a bench & just watch the world go by…

Someone is fishing…

Someone else is swimming( although it is banned!)

Couples getting cozy on faraway rocks…

Some busy taking pics..

Some trekking ..

Or some like me… Just doing nothing…just a right place for

Sun..breeze…sand…water….

And not to forget the water birds….

 

As we get inside our car…I look back…& see those solid rocks…from a bygone era…

Watching us go…

And I think to myself…

How many people they would have seen….

So many stories…they must be knowing….