Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Diana, Udupi



In Udupi, Seafood’s seventh heaven, there is more than just hope for vegetarians!
Infact, Diana is Udupi’s Cloud 9 for vegetarian short eats. Once you’re inside Diana be prepared to be enchanted by the queer old world charm and abundance of sunshine streaming in. Adding to the old world charm are old(er) timers and regulars merging in like old furniture.
It only gets better with their legendary food such as their sandwiches, potato bondas, cutlets (http://divyascookbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/vegetable-cutlets-udupi-diana-style.html), noodles and channa bhattura amongst other delicacies.
My absolute favourite that deserves mention is the banana bonda, a delectable variation of banana fritters.
Their bread masala I’ve heard, is worth writing home about! Strangely it has been discontinued for reasons unknown however Manipal being the student central that it is, you’ll have ample opportunities to savour some phenomenal bread masala and omelette throughout the night in push carts across the campus.
At Diana’s, theres plenty to try and it’s even better in bigger groups where one gets to sample almost the entire menu. If you happen to head to Diana for breakfast, make sure you try their signature samosa made of beans and carrots. They are only available in the mornings and go by the theory of “He who comes first, eats first(most?)”.
Gadbad, is Diana’s golden girl in the dessert section and although her(ha!) origin is rumoured to be from another joint in Udupi, Diana brought Gadbad to the limelite. It’s a layered ice cream dessert that is as delicious as it is visibly appealing(by now you should know that I love pics as much as I love food so I try and do justice to both).
Diana is a must try and a 9 on my list that’ll make you go back for more.



P.S-This dedication is for you Vicky.Until hunger do us part, I shall eat your share for you.Tee Hee!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Kabini Calling!





When the country roads lead you to Kabini and you find yourself without a reservation, you’d be shocked to find out that these are the ONLY options for accommodation in this part of the wilderness and they come at a PRICE!

1. Coffee Day’s,
Cicada Kabini Resort- Extremely RUDE and won’t let you past the main gate to even take a look at the property!
Std Rooms (Rs.12138/-) Cottages (Rs. 13258/-) Villas (Rs. 15498/-)

2. Jungle Lodge’s
Kabini River Lodge- Courteous but never available for last minute bookings and it’s always sold out!
Cottage(Rs.5000/-) Maharaja Cottage(Rs. 5500/-) Room(Rs. 4250/-) and Tented Cottage(Rs. 3500/-)

3.
Water Woods Kabini Resort- Decent property and completely unoccupied on a Saturday. When asked why it was empty they told us it was reserved and refused us a room. Really strange considering they let us in to look at the rooms to decide!
Standard AC: Rs 5500(Single) & Rs 6750(Double)
Suite AC: Rs 8000( Single and Double)
Standard/Suite: Rs 2650(Extra adult) and Rs 1650(Child between 3-10 yrs)
Tree House: Rs 4000 (Single) and Rs 5500(Double)

3.
Orange County’s Kabini Resort- This was above our budget so we gave it a skip!
Jacuzzi Hut (Between Rs. 15300- Rs. 18000)
Pool Hut (Between Rs. 18700- Rs. 22000)
Special Jacuzzi Hut (Between Rs 15300- Rs 18000)

Locals suggested rooms at Rs.400, being desperate we took a look at it, verdict-ghastly!

The last option on our list was “The Bison”. The super friendly staff (Anil & Suman) made available to us one their huts to accommodate the four of us as they had only one tent vacant that weekend. It was a gorgeous two storey hut with a glorious view of the river and the only duplex in the property. In case you’re a four member group we’d suggest you request for this accommodation as it’s really worth the experience.

Bison is run by two wildlifers Nawabzada Saad Bin Jung(also Cricketer, Columnist, Angler & Royalty) and Riad Fyzee. With African tents and plush Victorian interiors, it takes one back 100 years to offer the romance of the Raj within the heart of the Man-Animal conflict. "The Camp offers the perfect wildlife adventure for the tired souls of the dwellers of concrete jungles and soothes their senses. It is a perfect sojourn to relax and rejuvenate with the soothing sights and sounds of the jungle wildlife", says owner, Saad.
Located bang on the shores of the exotic Kabini river, making it the best located resort in Kabini these luxury tents (Double) cost Rs.9800 & includes all meals and selected activities. This comprises birding, trekking, conservation walk, night conservation outing, angling, coracle ride and a bonfire dinner at site, though completely dependent on the climatic conditions. They are in the process of getting a pool as well, future visitors might be lucky enough to let their hair down and bask by the river.
Food is quite appetizing in comparison to Jungle Lodges where we’ve stayed a few times.
When the sun goes down you can enjoy the evening breeze, snacks, bon fire and settle with a book from the cosy little library or pick a board game.

Kabini wildlife sanctuary is part of the Nagarhole National Park and is spread over 55 acres of forestland, steep valleys, and water bodies. Once a private hunting lodge of the Maharaja of Mysore, Kabini was hunting hotspot for the British and Indian royalty. Given this background we enrolled ourselves for the safari at 6am at an additional cost of Rs.700/-.The safari was a complete let down and is not recommended unless you’re happy with seeing a few deers and peacocks.
However, we enjoyed the trek which was more like a walk! The woods were alluring and we crossed a few villages (stole glances into their homes and local school), paddy fields and wound up with a walk along the banks of the river. Absolutely bucolic and beautiful!

After two days of rustic revival, we bid farewell to the helpful hosts and the pristine environs with a promise of spreading the good word around and of course returning sometime soon!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Haji Lane,Singapore









































Sheer serendipity landed me at Haji lane, a fashionista's paradise.At Bugis street, I bumped into two backpackers who were trying frantically to get to Arab Lane. I went back to my hotel and did a little research about the place before I headed out the next day.Look what I found!
Tucked away in the muslim quarter of the city between Arab Street & Bali Lane, is Singapore’s best kept fashion secret.
A cluster of off beat boutiques that sell hand picked buys from Hong Kong and Korea.
It’s a refreshing break from the big brands that you encounter in the malls. I stumbled upon a python skin clutch for SGD $350.Contrary to how I thought I’d feel about python skin, it was fabulous! These boutiques stock one of its kind handbags, interesting shoes and exquisite vintage clothes among other things. It’s a little on the steeper side, but you can also find some great buys if you patiently look around.
Sprinkled with a few cafes and ice cream joints, you can do a lot more than that when you are tired from shopping, such as intuitive card readings, crystal healing and meditation classes.
Hop across to Arab Street for some fabric or carpet shopping.
Still better, Bali Lane for a hukka experience and some turkish food that you can drown with some masala tea!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Ambuscades, Escapades & Accolades


Under bizarre exceptional circumstances unknown to us, we went on a holiday outnumbered by men for the first time. Rishikesh got voted over Jaipur in under a second.
The erudition of my existence dawned on me as the battle slowly began over music, shopping time vs. perpetual passive smoking and incompatible hygiene standards. What was meant to be a great holiday with friends ended up being an experiment on a select sample of men and I intend to disclose some of my findings despite the potential social impact on some lives :)

Leaky to Squeaky-Clean!
Long back breaking bus journeys lead to solace seeking in packets of calorie loaded toxic junk food. Sweaty-sweltering road trips, dirtier-dustier settings and grimier-greasier hands. Mildly repugnant? Everyone’s hands stuck in one packet till the last titbits are licked off and the next packet is hauled out. My fav B&BW sanitizer seemed like a life saver with all those hands in one packet. Who’d imagined I’d be opening Pandora’s Box, what I failed to foresee was the number of hand sanitizers I’d run out of considering the number of times men hop off buses to take a leak.

One loo & one too many people
Guys can start their day at noon (barely recovering from last night’s hangover, sipping on their next beer already), not look beyond the curtains and boast of a splendid holiday.
So once we’re all dolled up, we start waking up the men. I’ve been on many a assassination list through hostel life for the piercing virtues of my voice on a lazy afternoon. Imagine three such voices in chorus! These oblivious,almost lifeless objects could easily be snoring blissfully in the middle of a tsunami. The herculean task of bringing these lifeless objects back to life is a pretty rigorous warm up routine. Shoving opponents twice your size into the forbidden “chamber of water” is more gruelling than wrestling with Yokozuna. Just past that laudable feat you realise their bathing products need to be shipped in…you’d be surprised with the heavy weight exercise opportunity that presents itself before you.
Behold! 2-in-1 gentle extra nourishing shampoo & conditioner, frizz control serum, SPF 60 sunscreen, exfoliating face wash, mild face scrub, anti-friction shaving gel, aloe vera hair gel, black head strips, gentle moisturising cream for men with sensitive skin and…FAIR & HANDSOME(and you wondered who bought those!).We decided to hide my face in indignity than explore this zone further.They’d put any high maintenance woman to shame not enough that leaving toilet seats up, spray peeing and cacophonous bathroom singing are bad enough.So, the second half of the day is spent getting ready as they shriek,“The night is still young”.

Busted!
Contrary to the belief men have that they are born with the GPRS facility genetically tuned into some part of their mammoth brains-Men have no sense of direction, men cant read maps AND what’s worse is that they refuse to ask for directions! Men can ask unknown women for their numbers and unfamiliar men for cigarettes but asking directions is really the lowest I assume that they believe they can stoop. Wonder why we’ve never heard of a man’s instinct…well, that’s because it doesn’t exist. The unexpectedly remarkable result was that we got to a lot more sightseeing between the bathing & drinking.
Garfield’s award for the World’s Laziest
Watching sports on TV endlessly is undeniably a tradition of the lethargic. The lazier than Garfield dogs in AK’s house burn a few calories changing channels from WWE the second AK walks out of the room. Sometimes I wonder if men toss a coin to determine who would take over this noteworthy responsibility. Flipping sports channels are after all the highest level of brain and bodily activity, almost like interactive media-they watch and pretend to be playing too! Talk about being in control,sharing the remote is indeed a possibility very remote. I hand it over the men for that.HA!

Amen. A rather abrupt one at that, but that was a lot of male bashing.

P.S- I owe this to the celebrities featured in this post.
I swear by Almighty God that I will write the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth with a pinch of exaggeration.There IS no smoke without fire.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Watching the world go by from India Coffee House,Bangalore


Chocolate, men, coffee - some things are better rich ~Author Unknown.
After a hearty meal, we found a reason to indulge in a postprandial digestion walk-India Coffee House.
This is where time stands still….and I come here every time I miss my old Bangalore, the Bangalore that I fell in love with years ago!
It’s a quaint coffee shop on MG road. The India Coffee Houses were started by the Coffee Board in the early 1940s during the British rule and this chain today has nearly 400 coffee houses all over India.
As I walked in, the aroma of coffee wafting through the room hit me almost as immediately as did the nostalgia of being there after ages.
Nothing had changed…sunshine pouring in through the large window panes, waiters in their ever so familiar…faded uniforms, the regulars on their forever reserved spots, couples tucked away in corner tables, minuscule cups, scrumptious cutlets, old world posters and timeless charm.
I love sitting at the table closest to the entrance and looking out through the enormous window pane. We ordered without even having to look at the menu.
As always the bill arrived along with our order.
MG sure has changed. No more late night ice creams from Lakeview, no more movies in Plaza but thank god for Coffee House. So while we sat around slurping down some divine coffee and looking out at the metro boards running in parallel, neatly parked bikes and cars from end to end, the almost uninterrupted streams of people…I realized how much I missed this feeling…after all, there is nothing quite as blissful as some good company and great coffee on a lethargic Bangalore afternoon.

Monday, October 20, 2008

If dreams were made out of stone, it would be Hampi!





This erstwhile Vijaynagar Empire has cast a spell on me for years now. The first time I visited, I was engulfed by a déjà vu, almost like my past life had finally caught up with me. How else was it possible to feel so much nostalgia for a land I never knew? With time it has been replaced by an unexplainable sense of belongingness.
Hampi is believed to have been greater than even Rome,once one of the richest cities in the world with a population of over half a million. Destiny spares nobody and in the later part of the 16th century, hundreds of years of splendor and civilization were wiped to destruction by Mughal invaders. It’s a wonder how God allowed it. The ruins are so spectacular; it makes one wonder how majestic this place might have been before the obliteration! Today, all that remains is a thousand people reliving the lost glory, rustic ruins that bear testimonial to its times of yore and recognition as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The first settlement in Hampi dates back to 1st century and Buddhist sites belonging to that time have been found nearby. The Vijayanagar Empire spanned four dynasties and stretched over states of Karnataka, Maharashtra, and Andhra Pradesh.
The best time to visit Hampi would be between October and March, but I love Hampi in the monsoons too! Mayura Bhubaneshwari is the usual choice; however there are a host of other lodging options in all budgets. We had a very bad experience with Mayura Bhubaneshwari on our last trip. They charged us a higher amount for basic rooms promising to move us to better rooms in the night but that didn’t happen and they refused to give us a refund!
You can either hire mopeds, bikes or cycles to get around the place. We drove around this time but I absolutely loved the moped rides from my earlier trip…wind in my face, beautiful boulder strewn landscape and surviving reminders of the passage of history.
Vijayanagara architecture is a combination of religious,civil and military architecture. It is to believe to be Indo- Sarasanic in nature.Most of my favourite places in Hampi come under the sacred centre.The main pilgrimage centre is the 12-storied, 15th century Virupaksha temple that happens to also be the tallest structure. It arises majestically above the innumerable ramshackled mandapams nearby. Saunter past Hampi Bazaar, you’ll notice that some of these are even converted into houses, dilapidated and draped in poverty yet cacophonously charming. Once you get to the foothills of Matanga Hill, as you climb those primeval steps past the monolithic Nandi and Sugreeva’s cave you’ll come to my single most favorite spot in the whole of Hampi. There is nothing more magical than sitting atop those rocks and admiring the Achyutaraya Temple complex and courtesans street from up above. I’m always transported back in time.
Hemakuta Hill houses pre-Vijayanagar temples dating back to the 9th century and two large monolithic Ganesha statues that look particularly charming, all lit up after sunset. Of the other temples in the Sacred centre you could also visit Anjaneya temple, Chandikesvara temple, Veerabadhra temple, Krishna temple, Badavilinga temple, Lakshmi Narasimha and Uddana Veerabadhra. A 500 meter walk from the Virupaksha temple through lush green banana plantations leads you to Mango Tree, an open air, river facing restaurant. We gorged down the best food we’d chanced upon in Hampi, as we sat cross legged on the straw mats.
The banks of the Tungabhadra house the famous riverside ruins. The most important of them being the Vittala Temple that is famed for its 56 musical pillars and the stone chariot carved from a single rock with rotatable wheels. You can stroll down to visit the neighboring King’s balance that leads to the banks of the Tungabadra. We crossed the Gejjala Mandapa and our guide told us that people sometimes use this Mandapa for marriages even now. That gave me a really crazy idea but let’s not digress.
The Royal Centre, comprises of mainly the Hazara Rama temple, Tenali Rama’s pavilion, Palace of Vira Harihara, underground Shiva temple, Bhima’s gateway and queens bath. The Royal Enclosure contains the Lotus Mahal, elephant stables, Zenana enclosure and watch towers. The huge platform known as Mahanavami Dibba, stepped tank and underground passages are also a must-see around there. Something about the noble men’s quarters left me fascinated and reminded me of Machi Pichu.
We used day two to cover few of the temples we did not visit previously. By mid morning we had set off on a coracle ride across the river to Anjanadri Hill, a rocky formation which will give you the opportunity for an arduous monkey infested climb to a Hanuman temple. Talking of which, Hampi is believed to be the mythical monkey kingdom, Kishkinda from the Ramayana. Once you get to the ashram you’d believe it was worth the effort. The panoramic view from atop is splendid. I would have love to experience a sunset/sunrise here. Maybe, next time!
I found out much later that one can experiment with some boldering around Hampi. That’s another thing I’ve adding to my to-do list for the next visit. My friends think I’m crazy but I indisputably believe I can live the rest of my life in Hampi. Until then I’ll settle for visits every now and then, there’s so much more to discover, unravel and experience.
We said goodbye to Hampi overwhelmed by a strange concoction of love and loss.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Bucolic Bijapur...


Having explored most of Karnataka I found myself frantically searching for other travel options when I spotted it, on the far northeast corner…a land most people had labeled as a cliché-"nobody really goes there!"…left with depressingly few options(non-availability of tickets as well!), we planned our next holiday rather optimistically and that was how it all began!
It brought about the desired result…our attempt at practicing Kannada made him drive like a maniac! We got off the cab five minutes before the reporting time to find out our bus hadn’t arrived yet. We settled with steaming hot cups of local chai and browsed over print outs of info about Bijapur that I’d picked off the internet. Twenty minutes later, still the only people waiting for a Bijapur bus we decide to venture out and find fellow companions only to discover to our dismay…that we’d missed our bus!
What followed was a wild auto chase to Rajajinagar and frantic calls to the travel agency en route pleading them to wait for us at the next stop. In record timing, ten minutes later four pairs of feet climbed onto a Volvo to Bijapur on a Friday night. The next few minutes found us fighting for ladies seats and glaring at sinister looking moustached men before we settled down. The bus was packed to its brim that night and we were actually joking a few hours back about who’d actually be on the bus to Bijapur but the four of us!
I fell asleep almost as soon as we saw the last of the maddening Friday traffic in Banglore. The next morning I couldn’t hear the end of the joy ride! Apparently one of my friends had a gentleman sneezing into her head all night, the other had a neighbor who snored louder than a bulldozer in action and the last one had the funniest man behind her…he kept tapping(more like slapping) his chest all night and rocking himself to sleep. Well, my friends also witnessed my supine slumber posture with my mouth wide open (a consistently achieved feat!) while I was clearly impervious to the fantastic acoustics on the bus that night. After an eventful ten hour bus ride from Bangalore, we had finally arrived!
Tucked away in the north-eastern part of Karnataka is the extant and charming city of Bijapur. Established in the 10th century by the Chalukyas, it was referred to as Vijayapura (City of victory).The city came under the rule of the Khilji Sultanate in Delhi, was later conquered by the Bahmani Sultanate and by this time the city was being referred to as Vijapur or Bijapur. Finally, the Adil Shahs broke away from the Muslim Bahamanis to establish their own kingdom in Karnataka. Bijapur’s charm lies largely in the architectural legacy from its earliest days. It is a land of Islamic influence with marvelous structures combining the Indo-Saracenic style.
We checked into a decent place, dofferd our travel clothes and had a mouthful at Kamat’s before we set off for the day. As we stepped out, we were hit by a wave of cozen city guides who I’m sure had alternate professions. That weekend it seemed like we were the only tourists who had been there since the last invaders! We embarked on the sight seeing trip on a tonga led by a tractable horse called Raja and his owner, who was not allowed to whip him, thanks to Anu!
Bijapur is truly an underrated historical destination despite the fact that the place has been maintained badly by the Government and a lot of the construction today is dilapidated and in ruins.
Bijapur’s is most known for the Gol Gumbaz. This gigantic mausoleum of Mohammed Adil Shah is second largest dome in the world after that of St. Peter’s in Vatican City. The interior of the dome is mysteriously unsupported and has a whispering gallery under it where a message carries through 38 meters repeating 11 times! We spent sometime mouthing names of dear ones and enemies(Arun Thomas!!) before we stepped out and admired the aerial view of Bijapur from the roof of the this gigantic dome. Experiencing the sunset from the Gol Gumbaz was an experience in itself!
We didn’t have too much luck with food though I’d read before the trip that Bijapur had some slavering mughalai cuisine but ended up masticating brackish morsels of flavored rice dripping in oil! Another thing we’d read about was the famous Ilkal sarees of Bijapur that nobody there had ever heard about! After asking twenty people from various strata’s of life an auto driver came to our rescue and rushed us to a store that sold these so called hand woven sarees. I dreamt of adding these exquisite sarees to my mothers existing collection and maybe save one for my trousseau too but what did I find? Checked sarees that could be draped on oneself incase you wanted to be paired with a mallu checked lungi clad man to come sort of a costume party! I’m not sure if there were more varieties of these varicolored sarees as the people at the store couldn’t care less about most of their customers!
That was how good the gastronomic and shopping experience got in Bijapur!
Among the other monuments that we marveled at I particularly liked the Bara Kaman, the unfinished masoleum of Ali Adil Shah. Inhabiting the other end of the town is the Ibrahim Roza, the tomb of Ibrahim Adil Shah and his family. Supposedly the design for the Ibrahim Rauza served as an inspiration for the Taj Mahal! The Jami Masjid is known to be one of the most beautiful mosques in the South.
The Malik-e-Maidan is the largest medieval cannon in the world! Legend has it that if you touch this colossal metal gun and make a wish, it will come true. So we did just that! I made a silent wish for many more such trips and hoped that these monuments would withstand the ravages of time and weather to tell the future generations tales of the glorious past of our country!