When you visit an un-familiar place, and that too on a tight schedule, you try to pack in as much as is possible into the time you have. This means hitting the spots you’re interested in seeing, and darting between them as fast as you can, while sqeezing in the necessities of sleep and food. What ends up happening is that your memories of your trip are reduced to the big events and all else is forgotten due to the information overload. But every experience is made up as much, if not more, of the little bits that hold it together, as it is made up of the large dramatic events. Having written about all the big stories on my trip to Bangalore, I thought it was time to finish with some of the little bits that come to mind.
Climbing Rocks at Turhalli
After our day at Nandi Hills and a bit of driving around Bangalore, we thought we were done. Set to leave the following afternoon, we had little to do on the one Sunday morning that remained, besides relax, spend some time with the family, and say our goodbyes. The evening before, we were sitting around the house talking to our cousin, discussing such important world issues as camera equipment, when he mentioned that he was going rock-climbing in the morning. He said his favourite spot was close by, it was a nice bit of wilderness, a decent place to take some photos, and that there are usually plenty of birds to spot. With our trips to Mahim Nature Park and Borivali National Park on the previous two Sundays, we were now on a hat-trick of Sundays spent in nature. It seemed a shame to break a good streak, so plans were made for everyone to take one last sojourn in Bangalore to a little hill in Turhalli.
Nandi Hills Memories
The day after our quick trip to Lal Bagh was our only full day in Bengaluru, so we decided to explore further afield. That morning we set off for that ubiquitous bastion of Bangalore city tourism, Nandi Hills.
Nandi Hills is a small mountain away from the city which is a popular weekend visit amongst the locals, and a common destination for visiting tourists. It has some temples and historical fortifications at the summit, stairs and paths you can climb through the trees, and wonderfully dangerous hairpin bends you can drive through to the top. What’s not to like?
Lal Bagh At Dusk
After an interesting journey into Bengaluru, we drove homeward. Once reunions were done, and some lunch was had, we made plans to move out. Since we only had a few days to work with, we didn’t want to waste it sitting around. But, we also didn’t want to push ourselves too much, so we chose a safe destination within the heart of city and headed over to Bengaluru’s ubiquitous Lal Bagh botanical gardens.
Paper Cutting Into 2010
Can you have too much of a good thing? I hope not, because my first paper cut in ages was definitely a good thing from my viewpoint. It was fun to do, and the results were attractive enough. Now that I’m in the paper cutting zone, so to speak, I thought I might as well exploit it and do something for the dawn of the new year.
Paper Cut Outs for Christmas
A few weeks ago I was chatting with a friend when the topic turned to paper crafts and our mutual interest in them. She shared some gorgeous designs she’d come across for paper cuttings, which she had put up on her tumblr blog. I was a little surprised, because I had not heard paper cutting mentioned for a long time. In fact, I didn’t think I knew anyone personally who was even aware of the craft, let alone a fan of it.
Rocket Singh – Salesman of the Year – movie review
If you watch Rocket Singh – Salesman of the Year, and find it boring, it means you weren’t paying attention. Because if you were, you are guaranteed to either love it or hate it. The film is polarising because it bravely puts forward a view of life that is not only uncommon, but unpopular. In the process, it shows the popular view of life and work for the petty sham that it is. If you are one of the people who want to challenge the status quo of the world, you will love this movie, and if you are one of the many who are the status quo, you will likely hate it. It really is that simple.