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  • Welcoming Spring–Hozhi Habba

    Welcoming Spring–Hozhi Habba

    “I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.” Shivrathri is over, the mists begin to clear and the days get hotter. Some Years  it is the month of February, when everything around is dead, the trees are dark and chilled, that appearance of green shoots seems preposterous, the ground…

  • Bakuru temple.

    Yaaru ninna hesaru barithare? Karkala Gummatarayana? Barkuru Tattirayana?”  Sri Vasudeva Acharya the geography teacher at MJC  Manipal would shout at us when we forgot to put in our name and roll number on the answer sheets. The town of Barkur has 300 odd  temples  and a zatra at the temple that is the temple fair…

  • Barkuru –Betaala-Vikramaditya

    Once upon time lived a king Vikramaditya., we have all heard this line and the stories featuring him. The Vetala Panchvimshati and the Simhasana Dwatrimshika. These stories have found their way in various versions of  regional and Sanskrit literature. The vetala panchvimshati tell us the twenty stories  are narrated by Mahakavi Somade Bhatta  these stories…

  • Bennekudru – Mulamahastree – Ammana gardi

    . The Justice deliverer of the Mogaveeras. The legends say that Parashurama, the sixth incarnation of Vishnu reclaimed the land from Sagara the Sea God to carve out Parashurama Kshetra.  He got the Brahmins of Aichatra to reside here. He gave them a boon of abundance and got them married to the local fisherwomen. Thus…

  • Karavali– to–Konkan

    Last week-end our road trip was to Udupi and back. Some things that I always revered along the coast before the development guys destroy it I think it is prudent to share it. The coast of Tulunaad is intercepted with rivers and rivulets joining the great ocean. The confluence. One also sees the confluence of…

  • clock of fragrance.

    This was a very strange place for this smell. Not one expected at a three star hotels. The smell of a rice  granary. Most of the traditional houses along the west coast had this “agrashala” or store room. The smell of the days of long stretches of holidays that suddenly galloped to a finish. The…