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Pinnawala Sri Lanka - Elephant Orphanage And Their Poop To Paper Affair

An unfathomable saga of my Sri Lanka vacation gala is still fresh in my mind and I can throb even  four years after it. Probably the encounter with the loving pachyderms, icon of Sri Lankan tourism, the elephant family was quite an experience. Or playing with the pythons made it different, or greens and sun forming myriad colours in the wide ocean. Or that, this was holiday where we did not make serious agenda. Holidays should be flexible. This one was. Especially after an affair with these elephants and knowing even that their dung was used to make paper, we got hooked onto the place.

Here is the link to the old brief travelogue I had written. - A Week At Ravan's Place. Exploring Sri Lanka.
Pinnawala -Elephant Orphanage

A Place that was originally was found in 1975 for holding best disposition of ex-situ animal care. In 25 acre coconut plantation jungle, adjacent to "Maha Oya " river, elephants are bred and well taken care of. Just as name holds, the set up was founded …

Kodial Teru, The Mangalore Car Festival As I Saw

I came, I saw, I loved it!
The wooden chariot with tiny flags, flowers and lights; Priests and their chants; The floating mass of people in high reverence, older generation with folded hands; Complete spirits of  Lord Venkataramana; The gongs, cymbals, drums, conch, the lamps,  flowers of variety; Aroma of authentic temple prasad food; Folks in their ostentatious finery; The visitors with their cameras; Such divinity in a ironical melody of a cacophonous crowd and I was witnessing the Kodial Teru for first time in my life.


The princess city of Western Ghats, Sahyadri Range of Karnataka, popular for beaches, betel nuts, port, hometown of Bollywood shetty's is our own Mangalore. Kudla for the Tulu speaking folks and Kodial for the Konkani speaking folks

"Car festival/Rathothsav/Kodial Teru in konkani" the popular festival of the GSB (Gowda Saraswath Brahmins) community of Mangalore is about a week's festival, falling in mid or end January. Celebrated in the Car street pre…

Grave Of Life

Rendezvous between the, soul and the earth. Devour me in full, As I today fail life's story, Edged the soul.
Earth laughed, times  shall fail not. Your  spirits shall live up till the sky, Dust covered layer and ashes, Resting in the grave of life.

A Peek Into Enormous Ellora Caves

Every travel has it's tale. Every place has it's place in our memory. My visit to the Ellora Caves left me astonished. An enormous stone carved mansion with rich heritage and carvings all around. One would be left exhausted yet the place keeps you hooked on. Someone enthusiastic about archaeology would love to spend a few hours of hiking here. As for a scheduled traveler like me, it was a day well spent in the largest rock cut cave with my family, which also happens to be the UNESCO heritage site.





A quick introduction to the cave, located about 25km away on the outskirts of Aurangabad city of Maharashtra State. The very entrance welcomed me with a warmth reclining me into the ancient times of kings and queens, gods and goddesses. Spread over an area of 2 km and more the monasteries and temples include scriptures belonging to Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism. About 34 caves altogether and some water bodies including a water fall is the grandeur of the place. 

Maharashtra tourism sh…

Not A Secret

A Re-Sorting

What do you do when you do not hear from your inner voices anymore? It's like a state of threshold that holds your body away from your inner voice and only submerged in your frenzy routines. Routines today are much faster than those years of our childhood. We have turned smart. But our soul needs the re-sorting that the smart world cannot provide. 
When we are almost going crazy with out rat race routines and want to feed our body some solitude and rest, feed our soul some spiritual intimacy, we look out for that weekend gateway for the much required break.

Sea Line Beach Resort in Doha is that popular hide away, the heaven on earth, for we Qatar residents to hog on some freshness and get away from the smart world.


The vast sea is the best place to reward your soul and wash your sins off those perplexing routines. There is always something in a sea that I see. Most do. Do you see too?It's the stretch that sharpens our positivity. It's the charm that gets the romantic galore i…

Learning From A Flower

The Drama Was No More Her

That another morning, Yet unfamiliar air, colourless. Fog sang a cold poem, She dropped a tear after another. I was humming soft lyrics, Empathy denied, her war on. She dropped another tear, My soul screamed aloud. Leave her alone, Unable to, I gently touched her. Sheer adamant as she seemed, Dropped her tear. Was my love eluding? Query of my soul it was. She zealously brightened, Stood tall, tears vanished. But, the magic was him, The sun who kissed her. Lovely green, her highness. The drama was no more her.

Method To My Madness - My OHD

My decision to discontinue my 8-hours daily job, after my second child seemed to show up big differences in me. 2 years on and no signs of getting out of the house and rush to the office. What a relief. But wait. Something was terribly wrong, somewhere. I was turning into a big bully at home.  In the pretext of tuning into an comfortable housewife I was turning obsessive. Tiding up the entire house meant a must do ritual to wash my cursed sin of having some disorder. I did not mind doing the bed a hundred times a day. Disorder eh? Apparently I was going through an higher version disorder of OCD called Obsessive Housewife Disorder. 
In my school days I always believed in cleanliness. It sprints in genes for me who is born in family of priests. Cleanliness was holy. I could dust away the study table each time I passed by. Watering the garden meant washing every leaf of my granny's greens. I could not tolerate a speck of dust on a leaf. One fly on a chair, and I would bull doze the per…

Dream Big To Achieve Big

PC - Self,. Taken in beautiful hills of Oman

Focus

Death Of A Sexist

Has any of you with sons there, walked into baby stores and picked toys bright pink and purple? How about pink and purple clothing? No? Well, wait till you want to prove the paradigm wrong. I have been doing so. Few years ago, I used to buy gorgeous Barbie and thousands of her accessories for my little girl! Also bought Barbie her boy friend, castles and what not! I thoroughly enjoyed watching my girl spend hours dressing and undressing Barbie and cooking plastic meals for a party. Now, imagine my son doing the same!
Wondering he will soon come back to his senses. He must only be doing his job. Pile up toy cars and trucks, fire few bullets from his toy gun and box me right and left. Well, that's what he is expected to do, right?  

Now, If i called it sexism, would you agree with me or not?

On other hand, in our self absorbed sane society we have gender specific roles. Woman has to cook whatsoever happens, and the man is the head of the family. We are assigned rules by our normal soci…

A Sixer - A Shot

First ball of the Cricket match, the bowler ran long on the mud pitch. The ten year old batsman, popular hitter, [A boundary or Sixer shot is what is termed hitting, perhaps in the cricket-pedia] waited steady with bat held tight in hands for first ball. A full swing, full motion, what a sweep and yes! He had hit!! How's That!!

There were loud noises all around, most boys fled, some towards him and some ran hither and thither. There was more of a commotion there. The boys had been playing in open ground with boundaries stretching on to the roads connecting to local residences.The ball was not the lucky one to be kissed hard and sent for a tour in the open stadium , call it sixer. The unlucky one was a limping old man who emerged out from no where and was knocked out by the batsman in full swing. In the ears of the astonished boy rang not loud applauds but the moaning grunt of the old grumpy man. Old man was attended well by the boys until he managed to reach home. But what about th…

Holiday In DDLJ (Deadly Dead Sea of Lovely Jordan)

Happy Birthday mom. For your birthday, we are taking you to …… The mall? Dinner? Aqua Park? No it’s a big surprise.  Where?  Jordan ………Joooorrrdan... finally! Surprised me, my daughter. Surely it was a lovely gift. First the 99 wishes on FB and  now the hundredth being the surprise trip to my dream vacation, planned by the dad daughter duo.
My mind had begun floating, visualising  floating in the Dead Sea.
Visiting the home town of the Dead Sea was different excitement. We packed  on the 22nd night and flew on 23rd morning of October 2015. Like always my one year old son had thrown a chaos in the flight. We had to survive his tantrums in the four hours flight, hence we had to check in online on  Qatar Airways Web Check in  to save more time and to book my usual bassinet seat for the baby. Travel with naughty little one was big time adventure by itself. Fiddling like desert penguins, we safely landed in  Amman the capital city of Jordan.
From the crabby  taxi, where my son made friends with ou…