Romancing The Rain: A Trek To Bhimashankar

I have never been keen on getting wet in the rain…so much so that when a few years ago, darling husband had very romantically suggested a motorbike ride to Lonavala in thick of monsoon I had, with an equal ardour, convinced him to cozy up at home instead of getting wet and cold in the rain!

But a few weeks ago, I decided to join a group of young trekkers from Pune and trek to Bhimashankar temple in the Sahyadris Hills of Western Ghats and that too in pouring rain!! Aim was to find out the romance of the rain…

Though the scheduled departure was planned at six but travelling in a group you always end up being late. And so we set course at seven in morning from Pune. The cool morning breeze and an overcast sky were signs of a pleasant day ahead. Meandering down the road I waited for the mushrooming concrete jungle to taper away…

Soon the bus was cruising along  lush green fields of paddy swaying in the gentle breeze. Have you ever smelled a Paddy field? I never knew that it smells like the cooked rice…reminds you of the warm food at home!

Lush paddy fields

Lush paddy fields

Brimming seasonal rivers flowed exuberantly, small water bodies, bridges and small dams rolled past but the hills draped in layers of variety of greens remained our constant companions soothing the eyes and filling me with general sense of well-being ….no matter how much the terror-spreaders and skewed-brained people tried to destroy, the world was beautiful and I was alive to experience it, to breathe in the fresh air, to see the beautiful colors, to smell fragrances…

Sahyadri hills of Western Ghats draped in greens

Sahyadri hills of Western Ghats draped in greens

Brimming rivers

Brimming rivers

Three hours drive through beautiful countryside later, we arrived at the foot of the trek-trail. The group leader Mukund Kale and Wild Trek Adventure organizer Prasad had forewarned us to carry rain coats, umbrellas and salt to fend off leeches. Armed with all rain gear and cameras we began our trek to Bhimashankar temple.

Bhimashankar Temple dedicated to Lord Shiva is one of the twelve Jyotirlingas and a popular pilgrimage. According to the mythological stories, Lord Shiva was invoked by all other Gods to defeat and end Bhimasur, the son of Kumbhakaran of Ramayana’s fame. While the war was on, Lord Shiva’s sweat fell on the ground and River Bhima was thus formed.

No sooner had the bus left and we began the gradual hike did the skies decide to come down on us in an incessant drizzle that would last us for the entire trek. Out came the rain coats and umbrellas from the backpacks and in went my camera, extra lens and all!

The terrain soon turned into slippery squishy muddy trail testing and teasing me. Weighed down by the heavy lenses and camera on my shoulder I stumbled along the slippery rocks. Though the slope was very gradual but I found it cumbersome in continuous rain. An hour later when I was on verge of giving up, the terrain flattened out much to my relief.

Small and big crabs peeped out of their holes and scurried past. Little rivulets streamed down the ground. Freshly formed small waterfalls gushed along the trail. The young trekkers despite being soaked in rain splashed in the waterfalls drenching themselves to the bones. I however looked on….trying to find a foothold on the slippery ground and protecting the camera from getting wet.

The perpetual rain had not particularly pleased me but the excitement and revelry of those fifteen year old trekkers was infectious and I had gradually begun to enjoy the journey. The breathtaking beauty was growing on me…the greenery calmed me.

Somewhere along the trail a shallow seasonal river had sprung up with clear gurgling water rushing in great abandon…dancing over every stone and rock…a picture perfect view!

Shallow seasonal river along the Bhimashankar Trek

Shallow seasonal river along the Bhimashankar Trek

Picture perfect...

Picture perfect…

That was the time when I fell in love again…with the unadulterated beauty of nature. I  understood what it was that made poets write paeans on rains… And from that point forward, rain stopped bothering me…I let it drip down my neck,  squelch under my shoes and  chill my finger tips.

After seven long kilometers trek we reached the footsteps of the Bhimashankar temple wading through another deeper and fiercer stream. The rain had stopped by the time we reached the temple and was replaced by thick white veil of mist obstructing view beyond a few meters.

I was wet, cold and shivering but I had my share of romance with the rains and loved it….

Good to know facts:

Reaching there:

  • Bhimashankar is about 110 km from Pune and a popular destination for pilgrims as well as adventure seekers.
  • Treks to Bhimashankar vary in degree of difficulty. There are treks for more adventurous to the Bhimashankar Forest Reserve, Bhorgiri Fort, Buddhist caves Amba and Ambalika and to the origin of River Bhima.
  • Trek trips from Mumbai, Mahabaleshwar, Matheran are quite frequent during monsoons.
  • State transport buses and private commercial vehicles ply from nearby areas to Bhimashankar.

Stay:

  • Cheap lodges and dormitories that serve basic local food are available near the temple.
  • Nearest resorts for accommodation are in Matheran, Alibaug or Mahabaleshwar.
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Festivals of Goa

There is more to Goa, the most favored destination for fun-loving travelers, than just sea and surf or sun and sand or overflowing spirits for that matter. Mere mention of Goa conjures up the images of colorful gaiety, exuberance, festooned decorations, merry revelers, foot-tapping music and joyous vivacious dances and for me….most definitely the caricature art depicting local life of Goa by Mario Miranda.

Mario Miranda's goa

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While, India as a country is essentially a land of festivals. But festivities take a new dimension, when it comes to celebrations in Goa. All through the year, Goa remains in a phase of continuous celebrations.

Festivals:

With Bonderam festival and Chovoth(Ganesh Festival) just around the corner, Goa is just getting ready for being decked up for the festival of lamps, Diwali in October and the glitzy glamorous International Film Festival of India in November.

St Xavier’s Feast and Christmas, in December truly set the mood for a long vacation and festivities. Every ten years the casket bearing the remains of St Xavier is brought down for a procession through Old Goa and celebrations end with a grand feast. Christmas heralds the busiest time of the year in Goa. New Year’s eve celebrations are must-do for tourists.

January brings in the much awaited Feast of Three Kings when three boys dress as three kings bearing gifts for new-born Jesus. This year Goa will also be the venue for International Kite Festival in January at Colva Beach(20-21 st January 2016) and Miramar Beach (23-24 th January 2016)

Festivities reach a crescendo with the Goa Carnival. Parade floats, dance, live music, local food and culture all defines this four-day extravaganza. Tourists flock in from all walks of life to be a part of this fun-filled event.

Finding Abode:

Vacation, holiday mood and celebrations  are enhanced with just the right kind of stay.  To be a part of Goan celebrations, it is but logical to find a unique abode for few days. With myriad stay options ranging from shacks for a day to luxury hotels to pamper, Goa has much to offer. But while all kinds of hotels are a regular affair for any tourist place, Goa offers affordable stay in gorgeous villas.

Sunsets look ethereal at a beach when the sun-rays get reflected in a golden splendor over the vast sea. Imagine a piece of sun sea and sand away from the madding crowd….

Image courtesy Go villa

Image courtesy Go villa

Goa Villa offers some such cozy villas for a small family as well as lavish sprawling villas for larger groups with their properties spread all over Goa.

And to name a few, Dream Valley Villa is one of such villas which has a direct access to the beach and is slightly secluded from the rush of revelers.

Beach Dream Valley Villa: picture courtesy Goa Villa

Beach Dream Valley Villa: picture courtesy Goa Villa

Villa Caesar, complete with swimming pool and house staff at beck and call is barely ten minutes from much frequented Anjuna beach.

Image courtesy Go Villa

Caesar Villa: Image courtesy Go Villa

So what are you waiting for? Soak in the festivities… Go GOA!!

This is a sponsored post. However the opinion and views are mine.

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When Phoolandevi refused to budge!!

Phoolandevi refused to budge ….no, not the dacoit of 1980s, but the great Indian tusker at the Kaziranga National Park!!

She stood still attentively listening to the sounds that the wind carried and trumpeted loudly, searching and signalling… desperately. She stopped in her tracks and would take us no further.

A mother always worries…and wild beast mothers are no different. Her few months old son ‘Babu’ accompanied us along on the safari. Just like a naughty child, Babu would run off a little ahead to play only to return by his mother’s side at one annoyed trumpet call from the Big Momma. My daughter was quick to observe that the baby elephant behaved much like her (and I didn’t even need to compare!!)

Babu accompanying us on safari...

Babu accompanying us on safari…

All was fun and we enjoyed the little elephant’s pranks who just wasn’t heeding to his giant mother’s little grunts and tugs. He and his friend Rani were happy playing in the grass fearless and carefree…

Babu and Rani playing

Babu and Rani playing

But while we were passing through the tall razor-edged elephant-grass, ‘Babu’ got lost and headed in other direction. We of course were not aware of this little mishap, but a mother’s instincts had kicked in. The big momma slowed down her pace expecting the baby to catch up. The mahout kept prodding her to continue.

The moment we pulled out of the tall elephant grass in to a clearing, Phoolandevi could take it no more. She refused to budge any further! The tusker kept trumpeting loudly till finally a faint trumpet of panicky ‘Babu’ could be heard. As soon as she heard her child’s cry for help she ran towards the voice forgetting about us sitting atop her.

We held on for our dear lives….mahout had no control over the frantic mother. Soon the mother-son duo were united much to our relief. Babu had learnt his lesson and stuck close at his mother’s side for the rest of the safari.

Our safari though delayed was finally, back on track and we proceeded to see many more mother child pairs of rhinoceros and wild boars during the safari.

As the safari ended I realized most of the elephants taking tourists for ride were females one of them had given birth earlier in the morning. The new-born could hardly stand and the mother though quite far from us was not happy at all at our curiosity to see the new-born!

Mommies all...

Mommies all…

How remarkable are the mothers…so easily they take up the task of bearing children and earning the bread for family soon after and raising their kids into responsible adults, all at the same time.

Our safari ride was not only adventurous but also gave a glimpse of the fiercely protective love of a mother in the wild.

 

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Hazaar Khwaishein Aisi (A Thousand Dreams)…

Only a few days ago, I had poured out my angst post the mindless attacks on innocent lives at Nice, Kabul, Turkey and Munich. With such everyday restless frenzy and hatred in world, I have slipped more often into a contemplative mood and wondered where on earth should I go but a traveler at heart I have also found myself daydreaming of breeze rustling in my hair, oceans swelling and ebbing at horizon, mountains bowing under my feet, delicious aromas tingling my senses, whetting my appetite and the centuries unfolding in stories retold by the stone ruins….

Atop these mountains I dream to go...where heavens descend and happiness does glow!

Atop these mountains I dream to go…where heavens descend and happiness does glow!

Wishes and dreams are like those unbridled horses… running amok…bringing your senses alive…pulsating with happiness…driving the fears away and transporting you into a world where there are no worries, no pain, no death, no sadness!

Free of fear, happiness blossoms

Free of fear, happiness blossoms

And I have dreamt of flying like a kite, swooshing down the zip-line from highest peak, diving in deepest of seas, surfing the highest ocean wave, sky-diving without fear, dancing away the night and gazing at the horizon in anticipation of a beautiful future with northern lights dazzling the night and my beloved by my side…

दिल है छोटा सा छोटी सी आशा
चाँद तारों को छूने की आशा, 
आसमानों में उड़ने की आशा 
बादलों की मैं ओढू चुनरिया, 
अपनी चोटी में बांध लूँ दुनिया

A favorite, this song almost sums up my dreams…

I dream of the Alps and of the Great Barrier Reef, of  Yellowstone Park and of cruising through the seas to Antarctica, of Belgian chocolates and Italian pasta, of Roman gladiators and Greek temples, of African safaris and Cheery blossoms of Japan….of places unknown to my ever fluttering heart….

But off late the one thing that has kept my thoughts preoccupied are the hills of Himachal Pradesh. Himachal, somehow has eluded my travel plans for a long time now. Himachal literally  means “In the lap of Himalayas” and is blessed with scenic valleys like Chamba, Kangra, Spiti, Solang and more, placid deep lakes, gurgling rivers, snow-capped hills, monasteries, heritage and adventure sites, orchards… Trekking, hiking, rafting, snow skiing…Himachal has it all. Come October and Bir Billing will be  the flooded with paragliding enthusiasts and Hot Air ballooning. How I wish I were there with my life partner soaking up all the beauty and cherishing the moments forever.

Dreams are proof that we are alive and unless we give in to our dreams we will not know happiness. In words of Richard Bach:

“You’re never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true”

And I believe that before I close my eyes forever, I will travel the world and realize all my dreams……

Miles to go before I sleep....

Miles to go before I sleep….

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Jaaoon Kahan E Dil (Where on earth should i go?)…..

The snow-clad mountains, the misty verdant mountains, the roaring blue-green oceans and soft sandy beaches, the gurgling streams, the deep mysterious forests, the arid stretches of deserts with shimmering sands, the ancient ruins, the temples, forts, cave dwellings, the palaces, monuments and memorials….the wonderous, scenic, cultural, historical and architectural heritage of the world is but fodder for a travel enthusiast and writer.

When I travel to the mountains, I love to breathe in the unadulterated fresh air and never want to leave….On beaches I return to my childhood gleefully picking up every colorful patterned shell and every smooth pebble…I loose the sense of time when I sit in the idyllic settings of those deep forests with my feet dangling into the clean gurgling rivulet…I imagine the royal maids pampering me as I walk down the ruins of palaces and forts….

However the only news that drums away on sense and sensibilities, these days, are that of destruction, hate attacks, revenge killings, supremacy wars, attacks in name of religion….Terror, like a molten spewing lava of a volcano, is spreading everywhere unleashing anger, frustration and havoc in its wake.

Closer at home, when the valley of Srinagar, Kashmir the ‘Paradise on earth’ should have enchanted the indulgent traveler with the views of towering snow-laden Himalayas…it is more often locked down in chilling grays of fear…when it should have been a riot of colorful tulips…there is a riot, yes, but of stone-pelting uncontrolled crowd…where one would have marveled at the flaming red Chinars…there are flames of unrest….where there should have been gentle lapping sounds of shikara at Dal lake and peaceful calm at Shalimaar Bagh…there are the deafening gun fires, sloganeering and disruptive speeches.

Out there in world, centuries old imposing Bamiyan Buddhas, a symbol of Buddha’s preaching of peace, have turned to dust and what remains is just a laser image of the centuries old heritage, lofty Pyramids are razed to the very ground from where they proudly rose…and there remains the desolate desert. When love should be healing broken hearts…people are gunned down for expressing their sexual inclinations or shot at for their color or killed in name of religion…when the azure waters along the beautiful Promenade should have enthralled many with fireworks sparkling in the sky in happy celebrations….the innocent toddlers and unsuspecting people were trampled under the wheels of a lorry…when airports should have been the symbol of excitement to reach home…guns and bombs made those the place of last journey to heavens above… Munich, Kabul, Nice, Turkey, Srinagar…everywhere the pall of gloom, the shroud of terror…death, pain, hatred!

Actor Aamir Khan invited a lot of ire with his infamous remark of wanting to escape from all the intolerance poisoning the society in the country. But isn’t intolerance rearing its ugly head almost everywhere? No place seems safer….Hatred has clutched man in its strong fangs viciously annihilating the bountiful nature and rich heritage world-wide….

Who knows where the next stray bullet is coming from…..?

So what does a traveler at heart do? Sit at home and feel safe…? Is it but safe there too? Or, spend the rest of the life being scared?

No!! The world, they say, is a book and those who do not travel have read only but a page….

I love to travel and explore new cultures, places, cuisines, people…yes, I do. But for now Mukesh’s song best describes my state…

“Jaaoon kahan bata aye dil, duniya badi sangdil…

Chandani aayi ghar jalaane, sujhe na koi manzil…” 

(O dear heart, tell me where should I go, the world is enveloped in prejudice…

even the moonlight burns home now…where should I travel, I can not decide…)

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The Land Of Royals, Jaisalmer

Steeped in sagas of royalty, bravery, conspiracy and scars from many wars, this city of sun, sand and ship of desert, has abundance of history, art, architecture, and desert adventures on offer for the inquisitive and intrepid travelers besides being a shopper’s delight and I knew from the word go, when we planned a trip to Jaisalmer that it was not going to be one of those lazy weekends.

I was proven right as soon as we ventured out of one of the white tents at the desert camp site. The site was teeming with tourists and hoards of camels adorning bright seats with mirrors, sequins and tassels in most colorful patterns clamored for attention with each owner offering a better deal for a ride on the sand dunes…few enterprising ones even offered to carry beverages on a spare camel cart.

Desert Camp

Desert Camp

Young camel rider racing his ride

Young camel rider racing his ride

Desert delight

We decided to watch the setting sun from the highest dune but with the sun already on its westward journey, it only seemed logical to hire a camel to quickly cross the vast desert. We selected a fairly less crowded spot to wait.

There is something about the soft carpet of sand that invites and tempts even grown-ups to forget their age and indulge in some uninhibited frolic which is denied in a city life not only due to lack of space but also because of the garb of urban civility that we cloak ourselves in. But out there, in countryside away from all pretenses, we can let the child in us express its unadulterated happiness. And so we laughed out loud, slid, slipped and climbed the dunes with bare feet even as with each step we sank in the sand.

A while later a little local ten-year-old girl walked up to us and requested to perform folk dance right there on the dunes. Her father tagged along with his small palm-sized instrument. I joined in for few seconds trying in vain to copy her moves, before rewarding her for the little jig.

Little performer

Little performer

The horizon soon turned deep yellow and crimson, shadows darkened and transformed into a picture postcard…breathtakingly beautiful.

The golden sun setting on the amber sand

The golden sun setting on the amber sand

As the moon rose up to claim the night, the sand shimmered in silver and we stood there, in absolute silence holding hands bathed in moonlight; romance taking a new meaning altogether.

With temperatures plummeting close to freezing point and cold winds adding to the chill the raging campfire was a welcome sight. The evening culminated with the Kalbeliya dancers taking center-stage swaying in a snake-like charm to the folk songs. But later as Bollywood songs took over and camp guests broke into frenzied dance, not in mood to gyrate at those out-of-place songs, we retired cozying up under ‘Jaipuri’ razais and dohars with delicate floral block prints.

Kalbeliya dancer with her huge skirt

Kalbeliya dancer with her huge skirt

Old world charm of the fort city

The next morning we went for a tour of this ‘golden city’ nicknamed so because it lies in the heart of the amber-colored sandy expanse of Great Indian Thar Desert and as far as eyes can see, yellow-brown sandstone walls sizzle in the golden sun.

Trikuta fort

Trikuta fort

Jaisalmer fort at night

Jaisalmer fort at night

A six-seater deposited us till the large age-old wooden fort gate from car-parking at the foot of fort. Soon we were walking through those meandering narrow lanes of the old city enclosed by the massive tawny ramparts of the fort sitting on the ridge of Trikuta hill. Unaccustomed to walking up and down the sloping stone pathways with uneven steps at intervals and a blazing harsh sun for company, it wasn’t long before I started sweating and panting. Few areas shaded by walls of bigger houses brought much wanted relief and I paused to catch my breath.

Negotiating a bend here, an open drain there past the big and small houses still occupied by the descendants and converted to home-stays and shops, I was intrigued to see old brass locks and latches of the kind I had never seen with locking mechanism cleverly concealed in the shapes of fish, elephant trunks, peacocks and even daggers, being sold at a shop. Another antique shop sold the old window frames carved with ornate floral patterns. All around me, the city proudly showed off a delicate artistry and the greedy bystander in me, marveled at all the old world charm that all those jharokhas and jalis exuded.

Among those shops I was in search of one owned by artist Mr Kanu Swami who known for his erotic miniature paintings still practices old techniques in his art. It was easy to locate with paintings covering every inch of his shop. But the erotic art was kept hidden from fear of vandalism. Convinced of our genuine interest he let us have a look at the paintings…and honestly even with all my advocacy of liberal thinking, I felt scandalised.

Miniature artist Kanu Swami and his shop

Miniature artist Kanu Swami and his shop

Street food to shopping

Our little excursion had parched us. Back at car-parking, from the tour of fort city, the smells of the freshly fried kachoris and dal-pakwan did nothing to ease the hunger pangs. We soon succumbed to the tempting aroma wafting from the way-side food-cart next to a government authorised ‘bhang shop’ that proudly displayed its Lonely Planet recommendation.

The sweet chilled mango flavoured lassi brought back much of the sapped energy and spicy pakoras and dal-pakwan never tasted better. With a satiated hunger we were ready to mosey on another set of narrow lanes at foot of the fort for a shopping spree.  Streets overflowed with foreign tourists and zealous shop owners engaged in ruthless selling. The shops spilled over on to the streets further obstructing the limited width.

To me, all shops looked same and yet I stepped in quite a few of them rummaging for that one perfect piece. I shopped for everything from leather mojris, bags, belts, block-print skirts, kurtis, scarves and saris to mirror-work bed-sheets and cushion covers and never realised how the hours flew.

Leather goods overflowing

Leather goods overflowing

A taste of cultural fest

It was almost noon and time for us to drive back home. However, we decided to stretch our stay a little longer and rushed to the venue of desert festival which was in its second day of celebration. The opening ceremony where elaborately decorated camels with equally dressed up royal riders paraded had concluded the previous morning. Though we missed the extravaganza but there was enough royal flavour on display. The perfect attire affects the persona of an individual and with each turbaned man in white dhoti-kurta coming forward to flaunt his carefully coiled long dense moustache, gleaming sword and martial skills on the stage I got a glimpse of days of yore when warriors raised their swords to rend the skies with thundering war-cry. With the honey-gold fort as the backdrop, the gait and stance of those men oozed pride for their Rajput blood and watching them I felt strangely braver than usual.

Rajput warriors

Rajput warriors

My fascination for stories of royalty deepened with this short trip to city named after its founder Maharawal Jaisal, Jaisalmer which literally means ‘Hill of Jaisal”.  And as the ochre landscape disappeared gradually behind our car, I looked back at the magnificent fort-city which like a lion sat claiming its ridge keeping an eye over the expanse of kingdom.

My other stories from Rajasthan:

Forts of Rajasthan, Wandering in the Haunted Ruins of Kiradu, Fast-tracking through Udaipur, A Glimpse of Royalty at City Palace, Udaipur, Guard at the Ganesh Dyodhi, A poetry on stone, Ranakpur, An evening at Lake Pichola, Oasis at Khuri, Sun City: Jodhpur, The Great Indian Thar desert, Where Gods love, Jaipur: Chand Baori, Kuldhara: The haunted village, You are invited

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Cat’s Eye Restaurant, Diu

By the time we finished visiting few of the places at Diu, the sun was high up and we were famished. A quick surfing threw up some names claiming to serve authentic Portuguese cuisine and then some more.

I usually prefer to find out choices in area specific authentic cuisine, but anything beyond the regular fish and poultry dish makes me go all vegetarian… Portuguese cuisine it seemed did not have anything for vegetarians. So off we went in search of something we could relate to…

On our way back to our resort, we chanced upon this restaurant. A peculiar name, Cat’s Eye restaurant caught my eye not only due to its name but also because the resort ‘Hoka Island Villa‘ that houses this restaurant is a quaint large house with an oldish aura.

The Hoka Island Villa

The Villa is named after the Hoka Palm trees or the Doum palm also known as Gingerbread tree, found in abundance in Diu. The trees native to Arabian peninsula and northern Africa are believed to have been brought in by Portuguese when they occupied the region. The palms unlike the usual palm trees, break out in many branches from the main trunk with fan like huge leaves.

Hoka palms near the sitout pavilions along the Nagoa beach

Hoka palms near the sitout pavilions along the Nagoa beach

I felt immediately at ease the moment we stepped in the white entrance portico filled with potted greens. The villa devoid of any fancy extravagant decor was perfect for guests with kids…after all there was nothing breakable; a great relief for mothers!

However it was anything but dull. The bright splashes of colors on walls, the contrasting cane furniture, the old wooden staircase at far left and the floor all oddly blended in to enhance the warm feeling that emanated from the space.

Blues, oranges, whites make it lively place....

Blues, oranges, whites make it lively place….

Nobody among the staff knew why the restaurant owner named it so. But I am guessing it has something to do with the cats and the cat eyed beauties depicted in paintings in the dining area… Now whether the paintings came first or the restaurant is a million dollar question!!

Cat eyed ....

Cat eyed ….

The resort being an old bungalow has just 17 rooms on two floors arranged around a courtyard that has a smallish pool to splash around with covered lounging area to relax. The rooms are simple and done up tastefully with similar bold colors defining the character of the room.

Though we did not stay at the resort, but the staff was generous enough to show me around. I loved the idea of personal small balcony attached to the room.

The Cat’s Eye Restaurant

Besides being a melange of joyful colors with a themed wall for the dining area, the restaurant is a cozy little space. The home style cooking is sumptuous and fresh with quite some choice in food items. The sea-food preparation is praise worthy as is the food for vegetarians.

However, the service suffers if the restaurant has all its dining space occupied with guests. But the ambiance being so relaxed and homely, one doesn’t mind waiting for the food to turn up on table while nursing a drink or two.

Nitpicking

  • In absence of natural breeze, the restaurant becomes slightly uncomfortable with only the ceiling fans being the source of air.
  • I also found the presence of a makeshift kiosk of newspapers, magazines and information near the dining area unsightly…it was definitely taking away the cheeriness of the restaurant.
  • The kitchen though serving fresh food was not presentable enough to be placed right there in the dining space. Either the cooking space should have been in the rear of the resort or designed as open kitchen in bright neat decor if the idea was to let guests see what was being cooked for them.

Facts and Information

  • Rooms are of two types Deluxe and Standard with tariffs Rs 3750 and Rs 3250.
  • Tariff does not include meals.
  • Resort is just a short walk at 200m from the Nagoa beach.
  • The resort can be contacted at hoka@resorthoka.com

We chose to skip meal at our resort Kostamar Beach resort to go again to Cat’s Eye restaurant during our two day stay at Diu.

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Why Take a Vacation?

Vacations are that whiff of fresh air which rejuvenate and relax us. If I am stuck in my work for about three months at a stretch, I start feeling the urgent need to refresh myself…I need to have a break, honestly! Travel makes me feel alive…

Here is a post by Rajveer Khanna:

Benefits of taking a vacation regularly

Majority of us look forward to a holiday and wait for that time of the year when we can take one. And  yet many of us are bogged down with work. We give up  much-needed vacation due to work requirements relegating it to a later date.

A regular practice of cancelling a vacation however may not only decrease the productivity at work, increase stress levels but also jeopardise our health as say most health nutritionists.

A holiday offers a chance to relax and restore your overall sense of well-being. Travel and holiday is undoubtedly a smart choice for the body, mind and soul. So here are few benefits of taking a vacation regularly.

  • Emotional recharge and relaxation

In our fast paced life we often fall short on enough sleep due to high stress every day. This leads to irritability and negative impact on our behaviour. With more and more people facing this problem these days,  a vacation has become imperative for bouncing back to  natural state of well-being.

An adult needs at least seven hours of sleep and a vacation is a great way to recuperate and catch up on sleep. It also recharges us emotionally in a new environment.

Source: Imperial Hotel GalleryIf we are unable to take a long vacation, it is better to take a short vacation over a weekend at a luxury hotel in our own city to relax and rejuvenate. For instance if you live in the capital, consider any of the best hotels in Delhi like The Imperial which offers specially modified and heritage luxurious rooms which will transport you back to a bygone era; just the thing you may need to help get a change and catch up on your sleep.

  • Enjoy the moment.

Travelling to far away  new places teaches us the art of savouring the moment and making the most of today. Nature and scenic sites help in reinvigorating our very soul. Taking a vacation in such a place helps us not only unplug but also forces us to live and enjoy simple joys.

  •  Lowers stress

Commitment and  integrity to follow it up are necessity for a job well done, but one needs to balance it to avoid a burnout and related health problems.  Those who take regular breaks, keep up better health conditions due to reduced stress. However those people who complain about medical bills for stress-related conditions are often the ones who haven’t vacationed in a while. Consider indulging in a spa treatment the next time you are on a vacation or even on a business trip to reduce stress levels.

  • Increases creativity

The change of place helps boost our creativity and allows clear thinking especially as one can easily disconnect from work. Holidays helps slow down our pace and thinking; giving more room for new and improved ideas to flow in.

  • Improved relationships
Enhanced togetherness

Enhanced togetherness

It is a well-known fact that taking a vacation is great to help strengthen the bonds of a relationship. On a vacation one tends to connect and interact much more with a partner or family member in absence of work issues.Sharing various experiences together at a holiday helps build personal bonds and increases quality time with family .

Wouldn’t it  be nicer to spend on a vacation and not on a visit to the doctor for stress?

Even if travel for work is on cards, an extended family vacation never harmed anyone….and once finished with work, quality time with family can be easily planned. The capital city Delhi boasts of many such hotels which offer a completely different and luxurious atmosphere.

So what are you waiting for? Pack your bags already and club your work and vacation with family to head over to nearest hotel..

Happy vacationing!!

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Chugging Along Aboard The World Heritage Nilgiri Mountain Railway

The mellow morning sun playing hide and seek with the snow-white gossamer clouds made the balmy weather only more pleasant…As I walked down the road towards the little town station I marvelled at the wild flowers swaying eagerly from the hill-side along the road to paint it  in their individual hues; purples, blues, yellows and oranges peeping out of varied shades of greens…. Enchanted I could feel a relaxed silly smile spread on my face directed at no one in particular and yet at every passing tall eucalyptus, every flitting butterfly, a stray goat, a small child, a military vehicle… I had not felt as fresh in months and had heard no music sweeter than the uninhibited chirping of birds.

Road to Wellington Railway Station

Road to Wellington Railway Station

Elated, I did not realise the fifteen minutes it took for the stroll on the steep incline.

The quaint little station of Wellington, my boarding point, still has the old British charm with brightly painted smallish building, a low platform and a smug skinny station master in oversized black coat who suddenly found himself to be the sole authority in courting my inquisitiveness….With an air of self-importance he proceeded to display his annoyance for my request to click pictures and then relented as if doing me a great favour!!

Old world charm at the quaint station

Old world charm at the quaint station

The home to Defence Services Staff College which imparts training to officers of Army, Air Force and Navy, Wellington is a small town on the route of Nilgiri Mountain Railway.

I awaited eagerly for the famous toy train which would take me to Lovedale station for Lawrence School Go UNESCO Heritage Walk.

Display at Wellington platform

Display at Wellington platform

Expecting an age-old steam engine choo-chooing its way to the station, I was slightly disappointed to see the loud honking diesel engine pull up all the five blue carriages back from Ooty. Only later did I come to know that owing to the steep gradient of slope between Coonoor and Ooty, the steam engine is replaced everyday at Coonoor with bio-diesel YDM4 engine.

Nilgiri Mountain Train

Nilgiri Mountain Train returning from Ooty

 UNESCO World Heritage Site

Nilgiri Mountain Train is one of the three mountain railways of India which have been given the status of UNESCO World Heritage Sites, the other two being the Darjeeling-Himalayan Railway and Kalka-Shimla Railway. Constructed by British in 1908, Nilgiri Mountain Train is considered an engineering marvel with the steepest track in Asia.

The train starts its uphill journey at Mettupalayam (1069 feet) at foothills of Nilgiris to reach Udhagmandalam(Ooty) at 7228 feet traversing roughly 46 km in five hours through 108 curves, 16 tunnels and 250 bridges.

Besides Mettupalayam, Coonoor,Wellington and Lovedale are the major stations en route to destination Ooty. Usually it is advisable to get seat reserved beforehand on this five carriage train, it being the one most popular touristy things to-do while in the hill station.

Aboard the mountain train

Since my destination Lovedale was only two stops from Wellington, I chose to buy an on the spot ticket. The station master was discouraging me from travel as the chances of availability of seat were slim….but my travel to Lovedale could not have been cancelled or delayed and I decided to try my luck any ways.

Sure enough, when the train from Mettupalayam reached my stop at 10:40 am, it was stuffed with tourists but I boarded the train nevertheless. Packed as we were, I still managed a place near the door with a glass panel.

Slowly the train pulled away from the station at snail’s pace. Verdant hills studded with tea plantations rolled past lazily…cotton candy clouds floated along matching the pace with the train…clusters of hutments with red baked mud shingles perched atop many hillsides saw the train chug past from a distance….forest on the higher hills waved us off with swaying trees…

Verdant rolling hills

Verdant rolling hill

Red mud shingled hutments along the way

Red mud shingled hutments along the way

Most times the train laboured along the steep slope but seemed to hurry at times with a distinct clicky-clack on tracks. We crossed a few bridges and the train groaned slightly and then came a long tunnel….encompassed in darkness, I let my aching arms, which juggled with a backpack and camera capturing the mesmerizing scenery outside, rest till we cleared the tunnel.

I wasn’t complaining about standing cramped in the carriage just because the glass panel of the door allowed me to drink in the breathtaking display of nature.

As the train bid me farewell at Lovedale station, the children peeped and waved at my camera. The guards probably accustomed to being photographed held on to the green flags and allowed me to click away….amused I stood grinning, waving and shooting.

Posing for a picture with green flag

Posing for a picture with green flag

Kids waved back at me as I clicked on

Kids waved back at me as I clicked on

Adieu at Lovedale

 A R Rehman’s Shahrukh-Malaika starrer “Chal chhayian, chhayian chhayian…” song which was shot atop this train, inadvertently escaped my lips as I saw the hooting train snaking away.

By the time I disembarked at Lovedale, the fluffy downy clouds had totally eclipsed the sun…I couldn’t have asked for a better weather and I promised myself a tour of the city as well.

The fresh breeze recharged my aching feet as I stepped out of the train and I walked down the road to Lawrence school to register my participation in Go UNESCO Heritage run.

Nilgiri Mountain Train Trivia

  • The toy train as it is popularly known,  leaves from Mettupalayam around 7.10am. The last train leaves Ooty at 3pm.
  • Private rail excursion tours are available.
  • It is advisable to book tickets much in advance on the train to enjoy the entire journey and avoid unnecessary travel hassles.

Getting there:

  • Coimbatore is the nearest big city accessible to Mettupalayam. It is better to travel by road from Coimbatore to Ooty /Mettupalayam as train services may not be time suitable.
  • The nearest airport is Coimbatore connected by direct flights from Chennai, Kozhikode, Bangalore and Mumbai.

Stay: 

  • I stayed at Wellington at Army establishment. however Ooty and coonoor have many high-end as well as budget accommodations available.
  • May June being the peak tourist season, the hotels overflow with tourists and hence pre booking of rooms is advisable.
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Heritage Run at Udagmandalam

“Is it okay, if I walk instead of running? I haven’t run in ages!!”

When I came to know about this GoUNESCO Heritage Run at Ooty, tempted as I was, I knew I would be panting more than I would be running. I had almost given up but a nagging lingering desire made me post a query on the public forum of Facebook page of Heritage Run.

And guess what? They replied in affirmative….in fact that is what they said they wanted…for people to see heritage in the sylvan beauty of the famous hill town.

Once upon a time I used to run…and win medals…but that was way back in school!  Post marriage, I had taken to long walks, instead, catching up on gossips on the way with close friends.

I immediately registered for participating in the  5 kilometre RUN as soon as I knew that I was allowed to WALK and soak in the beautiful weather, the verdant hills, the chirping birds and the gentle breeze steeped in faintly pungent eucalyptus aroma…

The walk was scheduled on 29 th May at with Lawrence School, Ooty as the starting point. At the registration kiosk the previous day all participants had been provided with run ticket and a tee-shirt with Heritage Run logo printed on it.

Flat top as it is popularly known(Lawrence School Main Building)

Flat top as it is popularly known(Lawrence School Main Building)

On the day of run I reached promptly at six in morning. I was not expecting the warm-up session to be a freestyle dancing at foot tapping Bollywood numbers, but the mike toting girl of the team with her effervescent energy managed to bulldoze everyone from first time runners to marathon runners and from teenagers(well, they did not need any pushing around to dance) to enthusiastic 70 year-olds to sway to the catchy Hindi and Tamil movie songs.

5K run was last to be flagged off. The horse riders of the school led the run…and I was on my way for first such event. On account of rain previous day, the trail through the forest was muddy and slippery. Most participants were in groups and I found myself alone a while later trudging along the trail, marvelling at the flora and at the rolling tea estates at a distance.

Somewhere along the trail

Somewhere along the trail

Stars on Earth

Stars on Earth

Though the route was shortest of the three categories, for a first timer like me it was enough to have a general idea of whole Heritage Run Event. And accomplishing the walk along a trail along the mountains did give exhilarating feeling.

Achieved!

Achieved!

Post the run a sumptuous breakfast awaited us and few women of local Toda tribe performed for us.

Toda performers

Toda performers

Few takeaways from the walk

Medal and certificate of run

Medal and certificate of run

Run Trivia:

Go Heritage Runs

An off-shoot of GoUNESCO, Go Heritage Runs is an award-winning series of fun runs organized across India at various heritage locations, all through the year. Designed with an aim to make it a holistic experience and run-vacation for friends and family, these are organised at heritage sites like Hampi, Khajuraho, Murud-Janjira etc .

GoUNESCO has something for everyone travellers, writers, photographers, fitness enthusiasts and history buffs. They also have student programmes and volunteer options.

Go Heritage Run Calender 2016

While the January saw participants run at Hampi, Karnataka, it was Warangal for February and Ooty in May. Next few runs are:

JULY: Khajuraho, Madhya Pradesh

OCTOBER: Udaipur, Rajasthan

NOVEMBER: Bidar, Karnataka

DECEMBER: Murud Janjira, Maharashtra 

Stay: The organisers had catered for accommodation in school premises itself on first cum first serve basis and by April mid-week they were full.  I had to fend for my stay. May-June being the peak tourist seasons at Ooty, it is better to plan and book accommodation as early as possible.

Cost: Excluding the cost of stay, I paid about Rs 1164 for the Heritage run which included breakfast, a tee shirt and participation fee.

Travel: Buses ply from Ooty bus stop to Lovedale where the school is situated. The Nilgiri Mountain Train needs early reservation for seat availability or like me one can travel standing inside a cramped compartment with other last-minute travellers. Taxis also are available at various spots.

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