<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<!-- generator="wordpress/2.1.2" -->
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>Indra's Drishtikona (Viewpoint)</title>
	<link>http://drishtikona.com</link>
	<description>My online journal with thoughts, opinions, comments and more..</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 09:03:24 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1.2</generator>
        <image> 
           <title>Indra's Drishtikona (Viewpoint)</title> 
           <url>http://drishtikona.com/images/favicon.gif</url>
           <link>http://drishtikona.com</link>
        </image>
	<language>en</language>
			<item>
		<title>When in US</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003071.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003071.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 21:38:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003071.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was in 1993 that I visited US for the first time. It was a business trip. I could stay with Rakesh for few days. Alpana was in the university in Dallas. I was there in her school and its library one day for quite some time. It made me going back to 1961, when I had passed out from IIT, Kharagpur. If I would have been a little smarter, I could have got into some US university.

After retirement, we have been coming to US since 2005 and staying for longer time. I used to spend a lot of time in the book shop-Borders. I read more than I did when even in college. Unfortunately, the chain of bookstores had to shut its door. The outlet of the only left out one- Barnes &Nobles is not conveniently located. The US visits changed our life styles even though we live a retired life. I learnt to be less dependent on servant, though we keep one. Now I love to help Yamuna in her kitchen. With help of toaster, microwave oven and rice cooker, I can manage the emergency. We have also learnt about trash management and the use of plastic bag for safe disposal of kitchen wastes.  

I enjoy and insist on doing everything possible while at home so that we don’t become burden on the kids (still for us though in their late 30s) as they are very busy in carrying out their professional and domestic tasks with no assistant available here as possible in India. And all elderly persons must do that to remain fit and till they remain fit. 

I do also like and ensure that the kids don’t get their privacy encroached by our presence and actions. And that also provide opportunity for us to have better quality of life. I try to give more time for Yamuna, as she needs it too.

While I do get into intense conversation and discussion with the kids on many subjects of common interest, my intention is always to try to learn as much as possible from their knowledge instead of thrusting my views. I have learnt and now endeavour to remain within my limits. 

USA provides huge opportunity to observe, appreciate and learn from its prosperity all around. Sometimes I wonder if ever, we can have some similar clean ambiance to live in India.

Let me give two examples of the way I keep my quest of learning going. I observed a new addition in the front lawn of Anand’s house this time. Shannon has placed few fancy solar lamps and artificial flowers along the walking path. These items get on charged with the sunlight in the day time. In night, it emits light. The flowers change the colour too- red, green and then blue controlled by some timer. I don’t know the name of the product developer but as Shannon informed, these are all from China and are available at very cheap price. The 10 lamps did cost $25. The flowers are a little costlier. Interesting, I read an article in <a href="http://www.livemint.com/2012/05/15204253/Bright-gadgets-dull-designs.html?h=C">Mint</a> today in the morning that tells that these are available in India too now. I did not know about it and its technology when in India. 
 
<blockquote><div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12-1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12-2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
<div align="center">fancy solar lights and lamps; Multch used for landscaping and around tree </div></blockquote>

As another example, I can mention is about the <a href="http://homeguides.sfgate.com/lawn-mulching-techniques-21612.html ">mulch</a> used in the flower beds to retain moisture and may be to provide some nutrients to the planted flowers plants too (<a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&hl=en&source=hp&biw=1680&bih=857&q=Mulching&gbv=2&oq=Mulching&aq=f&aqi=g10&aql=&gs_l=img.3..0l10.3399.7270.0.11568.8.6.0.2.2.0.145.529.5j1.6.0...0.0.ce0_SLuP9ZM"><strong>Images</strong></a>). Interestingly, the community <a href="http://www.gardening.cornell.edu/factsheets/mulch/mulchland.html">landscaping</a> uses the pine needles to cover the bare earth work along the road or around the trees as mulch. It retains moisture and protects from the scorching sunlight. It also stops the generation and spread of dust if the clay top surface are bare. I wonder why can’t in India we consider this technique to at least control the dust generated and spread through wind.

I hope I have been able to convey what I keep on wondering and engaged.  

 And find below- <a href="http://www.nautilusco.com/charleston-construction-blog/ ">How do Solar Powered Lights Work?</a>



<blockquote>The concept of solar powered lights is simplicity itself. Inside a plastic case are a battery, a  solar cell to capture the sun’s energy and convert it to electricity (a smaller version of roof top solar panels), an LED and a photo resistor to detect light or dark that acts as a switch to turn the solar light on and off. Since all the power for a solar light comes from the sun, you never need to worry about connecting wires to lights, running wires between the lights and finding an unobtrusive way to plug the light string in. </blockquote>



<blockquote>
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It was in 1993 that I visited US for the first time. It was a business trip. I could stay with Rakesh for few days. Alpana was in the university in Dallas. I was there in her school and its library one day for quite some time. It made me going back to 1961, when I had passed out from IIT, Kharagpur. If I would have been a little smarter, I could have got into some US university.

After retirement, we have been coming to US since 2005 and staying for longer time. I used to spend a lot of time in the book shop-Borders. I read more than I did when even in college. Unfortunately, the chain of bookstores had to shut its door. The outlet of the only left out one- Barnes &Nobles is not conveniently located. The US visits changed our life styles even though we live a retired life. I learnt to be less dependent on servant, though we keep one. Now I love to help Yamuna in her kitchen. With help of toaster, microwave oven and rice cooker, I can manage the emergency. We have also learnt about trash management and the use of plastic bag for safe disposal of kitchen wastes.  

I enjoy and insist on doing everything possible while at home so that we don’t become burden on the kids (still for us though in their late 30s) as they are very busy in carrying out their professional and domestic tasks with no assistant available here as possible in India. And all elderly persons must do that to remain fit and till they remain fit. 

I do also like and ensure that the kids don’t get their privacy encroached by our presence and actions. And that also provide opportunity for us to have better quality of life. I try to give more time for Yamuna, as she needs it too.

While I do get into intense conversation and discussion with the kids on many subjects of common interest, my intention is always to try to learn as much as possible from their knowledge instead of thrusting my views. I have learnt and now endeavour to remain within my limits. 

USA provides huge opportunity to observe, appreciate and learn from its prosperity all around. Sometimes I wonder if ever, we can have some similar clean ambiance to live in India.

Let me give two examples of the way I keep my quest of learning going. I observed a new addition in the front lawn of Anand’s house this time. Shannon has placed few fancy solar lamps and artificial flowers along the walking path. These items get on charged with the sunlight in the day time. In night, it emits light. The flowers change the colour too- red, green and then blue controlled by some timer. I don’t know the name of the product developer but as Shannon informed, these are all from China and are available at very cheap price. The 10 lamps did cost $25. The flowers are a little costlier. Interesting, I read an article in <a href="http://www.livemint.com/2012/05/15204253/Bright-gadgets-dull-designs.html?h=C">Mint</a> today in the morning that tells that these are available in India too now. I did not know about it and its technology when in India. 
 
<blockquote><div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12-1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12-2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
<div align="center">fancy solar lights and lamps; Multch used for landscaping and around tree </div></blockquote>

As another example, I can mention is about the <a href="http://homeguides.sfgate.com/lawn-mulching-techniques-21612.html ">mulch</a> used in the flower beds to retain moisture and may be to provide some nutrients to the planted flowers plants too (<a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&hl=en&source=hp&biw=1680&bih=857&q=Mulching&gbv=2&oq=Mulching&aq=f&aqi=g10&aql=&gs_l=img.3..0l10.3399.7270.0.11568.8.6.0.2.2.0.145.529.5j1.6.0...0.0.ce0_SLuP9ZM"><strong>Images</strong></a>). Interestingly, the community <a href="http://www.gardening.cornell.edu/factsheets/mulch/mulchland.html">landscaping</a> uses the pine needles to cover the bare earth work along the road or around the trees as mulch. It retains moisture and protects from the scorching sunlight. It also stops the generation and spread of dust if the clay top surface are bare. I wonder why can’t in India we consider this technique to at least control the dust generated and spread through wind.

I hope I have been able to convey what I keep on wondering and engaged.  

 And find below- <a href="http://www.nautilusco.com/charleston-construction-blog/ ">How do Solar Powered Lights Work?</a>



<blockquote>The concept of solar powered lights is simplicity itself. Inside a plastic case are a battery, a  solar cell to capture the sun’s energy and convert it to electricity (a smaller version of roof top solar panels), an LED and a photo resistor to detect light or dark that acts as a switch to turn the solar light on and off. Since all the power for a solar light comes from the sun, you never need to worry about connecting wires to lights, running wires between the lights and finding an unobtrusive way to plug the light string in. </blockquote>



<blockquote>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003071.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>A Day when in New York</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003069.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003069.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 09:49:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003069.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As usual I get up pretty early in the morning. It has continued here too. And even with the constraints of my poor eyesight, I sit on the laptop and waste some time. Actually I have hardly an interest in American politics so I don’t go for browsing news so early in morning. I enjoy making tea when all others in the family are still sleeping.

Rajesh lives in Little Neck in New York. It’s a locality with Korean and Chinese as landlords. The architecture of the independent houses is a mix. Rajesh’s landlord is a nice Korean with farming background. He has kept a big enough backyard where he grows different vegetables for his own consumption. He hardly buys any from regular shops. But as the Korean cooks, we get some pungent smell. Shephali sometimes uses incense sticks to make it tolerable.

I enjoy my morning walk the most in US because of the cleanliness, greenery and flower beds along the user-friendly pedestrian paths that one finds everywhere in US. 
<blockquote><div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12a.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12b.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12c.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12d.jpg" title="" border="0">
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12e.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
<div align="center">From Little Neck, New York</div></div></blockquote>
Unfortunately, Noida though relatively new have not been able to build pedestrian paths along its streets and has hardly bothered to keep its vacant land green. I really get morose when I go out there for my morning walk. Even Svanik who is hardly about 8 pointed this out. He really pointed out the missing pedestrian path and trash bins in Noida. He was also wary about the dust and dirt in the Noida air and kept on closing the main door. 

However, in this part of New York, the cars remained lined along the street as it is in Noida, though many a houses are having its own garages. The domestic trashes are placed outside by the residents in disposal bags and taken away once in a week. It’s is certainly easier because of proper town planning. 

During my morning walk I hardly find anyone but few kids, sometimes with their mothers going to the local schools. I go up to North Mills School where Svanik goes and stand for some minutes at that crossing watching a woman assisting the kids in crossing the road. Rajesh takes Svanik in car.  
     
After returning from morning walk, we go for breakfast that hardly requires an Anil or any cooking. Microwave heats up the milk and varieties of tempting cereals do the rest. And around the time corresponding to 8PM in India, my iPad provides me the services of my favourite news programmes of NDTV 24x7.

We finish our lunch by 1.30PM or so. Rajesh brings Svanik from school by 2.30 PM. He keeps on playing alone with various gadgets and watching his shows on TV. I sleep for a while and then get up to go on my laptop that has by then the Indian newspapers of the next day on its sites. It happens when the people in India are sleeping. Internet has certainly bridged the distance and brought loved ones face to face. Today many of the family members who matter are on Skype. Perhaps every day some new developments are coming up in the field.

Unfortunately, Shephali got a sprain in her leg right on the first day we arrived in New York. Medical care in this country is far below our expectations.

However, we went out in the afternoon or evening on some days, be it to East River or Brooklyn Park in Manhattan area, for a movie like Avengers, or for a dinner in Indian restaurant, Diwan. 

This will be perhaps the last time we are in this area. Shephali and Rajesh are shifting to Austin in June. Shephali will do his fellowship in psychiatry and Rajesh as usual will be working for his company in California from home.

While returning to India in August we shall have to remain in airport itself before boarding Air India, if the airline resumes working. We are worried about the possible inconveniences. Why can’t the employees be put behind the bars for causing the monetary losses and immense mental agonies to so many innocent customers? 
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[As usual I get up pretty early in the morning. It has continued here too. And even with the constraints of my poor eyesight, I sit on the laptop and waste some time. Actually I have hardly an interest in American politics so I don’t go for browsing news so early in morning. I enjoy making tea when all others in the family are still sleeping.

Rajesh lives in Little Neck in New York. It’s a locality with Korean and Chinese as landlords. The architecture of the independent houses is a mix. Rajesh’s landlord is a nice Korean with farming background. He has kept a big enough backyard where he grows different vegetables for his own consumption. He hardly buys any from regular shops. But as the Korean cooks, we get some pungent smell. Shephali sometimes uses incense sticks to make it tolerable.

I enjoy my morning walk the most in US because of the cleanliness, greenery and flower beds along the user-friendly pedestrian paths that one finds everywhere in US. 
<blockquote><div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12a.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12b.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12c.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12d.jpg" title="" border="0">
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/us12e.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
<div align="center">From Little Neck, New York</div></div></blockquote>
Unfortunately, Noida though relatively new have not been able to build pedestrian paths along its streets and has hardly bothered to keep its vacant land green. I really get morose when I go out there for my morning walk. Even Svanik who is hardly about 8 pointed this out. He really pointed out the missing pedestrian path and trash bins in Noida. He was also wary about the dust and dirt in the Noida air and kept on closing the main door. 

However, in this part of New York, the cars remained lined along the street as it is in Noida, though many a houses are having its own garages. The domestic trashes are placed outside by the residents in disposal bags and taken away once in a week. It’s is certainly easier because of proper town planning. 

During my morning walk I hardly find anyone but few kids, sometimes with their mothers going to the local schools. I go up to North Mills School where Svanik goes and stand for some minutes at that crossing watching a woman assisting the kids in crossing the road. Rajesh takes Svanik in car.  
     
After returning from morning walk, we go for breakfast that hardly requires an Anil or any cooking. Microwave heats up the milk and varieties of tempting cereals do the rest. And around the time corresponding to 8PM in India, my iPad provides me the services of my favourite news programmes of NDTV 24x7.

We finish our lunch by 1.30PM or so. Rajesh brings Svanik from school by 2.30 PM. He keeps on playing alone with various gadgets and watching his shows on TV. I sleep for a while and then get up to go on my laptop that has by then the Indian newspapers of the next day on its sites. It happens when the people in India are sleeping. Internet has certainly bridged the distance and brought loved ones face to face. Today many of the family members who matter are on Skype. Perhaps every day some new developments are coming up in the field.

Unfortunately, Shephali got a sprain in her leg right on the first day we arrived in New York. Medical care in this country is far below our expectations.

However, we went out in the afternoon or evening on some days, be it to East River or Brooklyn Park in Manhattan area, for a movie like Avengers, or for a dinner in Indian restaurant, Diwan. 

This will be perhaps the last time we are in this area. Shephali and Rajesh are shifting to Austin in June. Shephali will do his fellowship in psychiatry and Rajesh as usual will be working for his company in California from home.

While returning to India in August we shall have to remain in airport itself before boarding Air India, if the airline resumes working. We are worried about the possible inconveniences. Why can’t the employees be put behind the bars for causing the monetary losses and immense mental agonies to so many innocent customers? 
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003069.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>In America Again</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003063.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003063.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 08:19:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003063.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We reached New York again. However, there were some things uniquely different. For the first time, I travelled with one of my sons and his family. It made the travel for us at this advanced age when at least one of us can’t make it without the help of wheel chair, a pleasure. I was overwhelmed when Svanik came and asked if I needed some medicine and again to find out if I required some coolies in the long direct flight from New Delhi to New York JFK. Rajesh came forward and helped me in filling up the immigration forms that are poorly printed in smallest fonts for my eyes.

The second difference was because of the yellow sealed packets that the US Embassy had sent to us with an instruction for not opening it and handing it over straight to the immigration officer at the port of entry in US. Shannon had worked hard for this for months and made me arrange all the documents for her. She was more concerned and worried and guided me how to face interviews at the US Embassy as well as with the immigration officers at JFK Airport. Though Rajesh or Shephali were not with me in immigration counter but their presence somewhere nearby itself gave me a lot of confidence. All went on without any hassle and so comfortably.

And then I didn’t have to do anything for getting the transport, the taxi and loading the accompanying baggage to reach the residence of Rajesh. With Rajesh going out of New York to Austin in Texas, it will become more troublesome for us when we shall be visiting US next time. Air India has only a straight non-stop flight to New York and I hate waiting at the airport for the connecting flight. 

It was only the second visit of Rajesh and Shephali to India after they came to US in 1999. This one was a short visit to India for about two weeks after many years. While cousins and their families in Varanasi, Vadodara and Pipra would have loved to visit them, I would have liked to go with them to some places of their interests in India for holidaying together. 

It didn’t happen because of the commitments to the professional careers of both and the education of Svanik. However, there is always a next time. I hope it to happen sooner.  
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[We reached New York again. However, there were some things uniquely different. For the first time, I travelled with one of my sons and his family. It made the travel for us at this advanced age when at least one of us can’t make it without the help of wheel chair, a pleasure. I was overwhelmed when Svanik came and asked if I needed some medicine and again to find out if I required some coolies in the long direct flight from New Delhi to New York JFK. Rajesh came forward and helped me in filling up the immigration forms that are poorly printed in smallest fonts for my eyes.

The second difference was because of the yellow sealed packets that the US Embassy had sent to us with an instruction for not opening it and handing it over straight to the immigration officer at the port of entry in US. Shannon had worked hard for this for months and made me arrange all the documents for her. She was more concerned and worried and guided me how to face interviews at the US Embassy as well as with the immigration officers at JFK Airport. Though Rajesh or Shephali were not with me in immigration counter but their presence somewhere nearby itself gave me a lot of confidence. All went on without any hassle and so comfortably.

And then I didn’t have to do anything for getting the transport, the taxi and loading the accompanying baggage to reach the residence of Rajesh. With Rajesh going out of New York to Austin in Texas, it will become more troublesome for us when we shall be visiting US next time. Air India has only a straight non-stop flight to New York and I hate waiting at the airport for the connecting flight. 

It was only the second visit of Rajesh and Shephali to India after they came to US in 1999. This one was a short visit to India for about two weeks after many years. While cousins and their families in Varanasi, Vadodara and Pipra would have loved to visit them, I would have liked to go with them to some places of their interests in India for holidaying together. 

It didn’t happen because of the commitments to the professional careers of both and the education of Svanik. However, there is always a next time. I hope it to happen sooner.  
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003063.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Chachaji- The End of a Generation</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003039.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003039.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 07:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003039.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[<strong>A TRIBUTE</strong>
And on February 21, 2012, Nand Kishore Chacha breathed his last while he was being taken to Sasaram from Pipra. He was perfectly fine till morning and after brushing he developed chest pain. Over the years all the elders in the family have left us. And now I am the next in the queue. 

Going back in the memory, the earliest that I remember about Nand Kishore Chacha was regarding my push for getting into his group of friends. Chacha was only two and a half years older than me. His group was not ready to accept me. I would have only weakened their team. We grew together for maximum number of years in my childhood. We also went to the same school with Ganga Dyal Pandey as teacher. He was pretty good at study. 

We were also to be married together in the summer of 1948 or 1949. Lady luck didn’t smile on me, but he got trapped.
Both of us got admitted in Birlapur Vidyalaya in 1950 in class VI. And then my grandfather managed to send him to Birla’s school in Pilani under a company’s scheme. That was a total free education in one of the best schools of India with all expenses paid by Birlas. I continued at Birlapur Vidyalaya. However, Chacha couldn’t continue because of some ailment and my grandmother’s opposition against sending him out of station. And that made his education a little difficult.

Chacha worked for some months in Bally and Birlapur Jute Mills and then Dadaji took retirement from Birlapur Vidyalaya managing to get Chacha a job of teacher in his place in the primary section. 

But it didn’t go for long. In 1961, Chahca went back to village, and pretty soon we entrusted him with the management of the cultivation.
 
Chacha later on became Mukhia and got many development projects executed for the village. He certainly played a big role in making Pipra better than other villages all around.  

Chachaji was active till the last day. He visited Taraon to attend a function of Shradha of one of my maternal aunties riding motor cycle on February 19 and returned the same day. ON February 21, he got up as routine and finished the morning cores. But soon after, he developed chest pain. 

A life ended and with that his generation for the family. Let the other life become more illustrious.

<blockquote><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand2.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand4.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand6.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand7.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand8.jpg" title="" border="0">
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand9.jpg" title="" border="0"></div></blockquote>
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<strong>A TRIBUTE</strong>
And on February 21, 2012, Nand Kishore Chacha breathed his last while he was being taken to Sasaram from Pipra. He was perfectly fine till morning and after brushing he developed chest pain. Over the years all the elders in the family have left us. And now I am the next in the queue. 

Going back in the memory, the earliest that I remember about Nand Kishore Chacha was regarding my push for getting into his group of friends. Chacha was only two and a half years older than me. His group was not ready to accept me. I would have only weakened their team. We grew together for maximum number of years in my childhood. We also went to the same school with Ganga Dyal Pandey as teacher. He was pretty good at study. 

We were also to be married together in the summer of 1948 or 1949. Lady luck didn’t smile on me, but he got trapped.
Both of us got admitted in Birlapur Vidyalaya in 1950 in class VI. And then my grandfather managed to send him to Birla’s school in Pilani under a company’s scheme. That was a total free education in one of the best schools of India with all expenses paid by Birlas. I continued at Birlapur Vidyalaya. However, Chacha couldn’t continue because of some ailment and my grandmother’s opposition against sending him out of station. And that made his education a little difficult.

Chacha worked for some months in Bally and Birlapur Jute Mills and then Dadaji took retirement from Birlapur Vidyalaya managing to get Chacha a job of teacher in his place in the primary section. 

But it didn’t go for long. In 1961, Chahca went back to village, and pretty soon we entrusted him with the management of the cultivation.
 
Chacha later on became Mukhia and got many development projects executed for the village. He certainly played a big role in making Pipra better than other villages all around.  

Chachaji was active till the last day. He visited Taraon to attend a function of Shradha of one of my maternal aunties riding motor cycle on February 19 and returned the same day. ON February 21, he got up as routine and finished the morning cores. But soon after, he developed chest pain. 

A life ended and with that his generation for the family. Let the other life become more illustrious.

<blockquote><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand2.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand4.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand6.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand7.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand8.jpg" title="" border="0">
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/nand9.jpg" title="" border="0"></div></blockquote>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003039.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>But I Perhaps Loved Him</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003003.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003003.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 07:46:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003003.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Every time Anand and/or Shannon took us out in the big car; I would find him already present in the car. But considering, our inconvenience, Shannon will allure him to come out with a promise to take him out next time. Hesitatingly, he would come out. As he saw first Emma and then Zach playing in my lap, he will also try to get on me whenever they were not there. He was loving and playful. When in very early morning with every one sleeping, I would get up and go in the office room; he would suddenly enter and sit near me. I perhaps loved him and he did too. And then I got the mail below:

<blockquote>When I first got Bart, he was a little cotton ball. I was going to name him Oscar. But the name wasn't sticking. He was the first puppy I ever had that loathed cages or anything that would restrict him. When I did research on names I found the following meaning for Bart and thought, yeah, that's him:

<i><font size=2>You feel happy as long as headway is being made, but as soon as you are obstructed or your individuality and freedom of action are restricted, you experience an intense nervous reaction.

Bart loved riding in a convertible. When I lived in Sydney, we took long walks together every day...but if given the choice, hed rather ride in his convertible car with the top down. Of course he had a special seat belt! This brings me to my next thought. He traveled around more than most dogs. He was born in Oregon; lived in California; lived in Sydney; lived in North Carolina; and traveled through Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Nevada. 

When Bart moved back to California from Sydney, Puchchu was a little nervous. How would Bart react when Puchchu stepped into the apartment without a formal first introduction? But Bart was fine. His attitude was more like, Oh hey there.And they quickly became a father-son pair. Bart was thrilled to finally be with someone who liked to play as rough as he did. 

He was an escape artist. When Puchchu and I lived in the apartment in Santa Clara, we had an 8-foot bamboo fence against our patio wall. And yet he somehow managed to escape and was found more than a mile away from home. How he got out of there, we still dont know. But this was a constant theme with him. He has escaped more times in his life than I can count. He was an explorer.

When Emma was born, having a baby in the house was new to all of us...including Bart. When shed cry he would come and let us know. He would almost panic! He loved all of his family including his Auntie Courtney who he peed on twice. Hes never showed his love like that for anyone else. For a little dog, he made quite an impact. 

We are deeply saddened to let you know that Bart is with us no more. This afternoon Barts spirit peacefully transitioned into the next phase of his never-ending journey. Bart has been a wonderful son, friend and care-taker. During my hardest years, he reminded me what it was to laugh and smile and gave me the strength to keep going. Because of his enduring love for us all, I hope you will indulge me for a few moments.
We will always love our Barty Warty. <font color="#888888">Shannon</font>
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bart1.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bart2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div></blockquote>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Every time Anand and/or Shannon took us out in the big car; I would find him already present in the car. But considering, our inconvenience, Shannon will allure him to come out with a promise to take him out next time. Hesitatingly, he would come out. As he saw first Emma and then Zach playing in my lap, he will also try to get on me whenever they were not there. He was loving and playful. When in very early morning with every one sleeping, I would get up and go in the office room; he would suddenly enter and sit near me. I perhaps loved him and he did too. And then I got the mail below:

<blockquote>When I first got Bart, he was a little cotton ball. I was going to name him Oscar. But the name wasn't sticking. He was the first puppy I ever had that loathed cages or anything that would restrict him. When I did research on names I found the following meaning for Bart and thought, yeah, that's him:

<i><font size=2>You feel happy as long as headway is being made, but as soon as you are obstructed or your individuality and freedom of action are restricted, you experience an intense nervous reaction.

Bart loved riding in a convertible. When I lived in Sydney, we took long walks together every day...but if given the choice, hed rather ride in his convertible car with the top down. Of course he had a special seat belt! This brings me to my next thought. He traveled around more than most dogs. He was born in Oregon; lived in California; lived in Sydney; lived in North Carolina; and traveled through Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Nevada. 

When Bart moved back to California from Sydney, Puchchu was a little nervous. How would Bart react when Puchchu stepped into the apartment without a formal first introduction? But Bart was fine. His attitude was more like, Oh hey there.And they quickly became a father-son pair. Bart was thrilled to finally be with someone who liked to play as rough as he did. 

He was an escape artist. When Puchchu and I lived in the apartment in Santa Clara, we had an 8-foot bamboo fence against our patio wall. And yet he somehow managed to escape and was found more than a mile away from home. How he got out of there, we still dont know. But this was a constant theme with him. He has escaped more times in his life than I can count. He was an explorer.

When Emma was born, having a baby in the house was new to all of us...including Bart. When shed cry he would come and let us know. He would almost panic! He loved all of his family including his Auntie Courtney who he peed on twice. Hes never showed his love like that for anyone else. For a little dog, he made quite an impact. 

We are deeply saddened to let you know that Bart is with us no more. This afternoon Barts spirit peacefully transitioned into the next phase of his never-ending journey. Bart has been a wonderful son, friend and care-taker. During my hardest years, he reminded me what it was to laugh and smile and gave me the strength to keep going. Because of his enduring love for us all, I hope you will indulge me for a few moments.
We will always love our Barty Warty. <font color="#888888">Shannon</font>
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bart1.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bart2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div></blockquote>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003003.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Bangalore Visit: Some Social Engagements</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003001.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003001.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 10:57:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003001.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was after many years that I visited Bangalore. Main pull was from OP Khanna who has been a great host as we know him closely from HM days. Prabha Bhabhi was in hospital for a checkup but returned in time to receive us on Nov 3.I never knew that our sweet Mini lives in the block across the road. I had never met Niranjan and Slok, the husband and the son of Mini. I was so happy to know that Mini has quit his job for some months, as Slok wanted her to be around him till he appears for his class X examination. Niranjan as usual these days remains engaged for long hours in his office. It was a pleasure to talk to Mini as well as Niranjan on various issues including Ramayana and the history and mythology related to Hampi. 
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
Prabha really appeared sick. She is acutely diabetic. We feel the present life style may be one reason. With OP Khanna keeping himself excessively busy with his NGO works, she remains alone for most of the day. It must be torturous at this age. I tried to motivate her to be happy. I wish it could have been so easy. Mini certainly takes care of her when she needs that. 

<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore6.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>

OP Khanna is doing wonderful work for the heart patients of the deprived class who can’t afford the costly heart surgery. He is also engaged in various professional bodies such as Institute of Engineers, Institute of Production Engineers and International Rotary Club. His house has become a museum with awards and various recognitions that have come to him. 

OP and Prabha are organizing a unique get-together for the blood relations from the both sides in mid November to celebrate the birthday of Prabha. All the members will assemble in Bangalore. OP has arranged accommodations in the serviced flats of Diamond Districts. Then the group will move to a place on the border of Karnataka and Kerala, live and move around to various places of interests for two days and depart. Perhaps that can be the best way for keeping the family bond active and growing.   
  
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore4.jpg" title="" border="0"</div>

<font size=3><div align="left">We could m</font>eet and visit Sarvesh Upadhyaya whom I had come to know only through my blog and face book through his comments. Sarvesh was good enough to arrange my place of stay and vehicle for our visit to Hampi. He knows many of my relatives and comes from a village known to me.It was very homely hospitality at his place with his wife preparing the dinner of our choice and the two little fairies of Sarvesh and Asha providing us with the sublime entertainment too. Another fan of my blog came to his place to meet me. And Sarvesh also could make me talk with Chandrakant Singh who has set up a tech savvy school in Gopalgunj Bihar. 

It was only Sarvesh who could take us to the residence of Khushboo, the daughter of Dr. KrishnaTiwari, who is the first female engineer in our extended family and works in Bangalore with her husband. We could not have located it easily with cab driver. For some time now, Krishna is living in Bangalore for the treatment of his wife, Usha leaving his medical practice at Rishra. It was necessary to meet her, once we were in Bangalore. Usha appeared to be bearing with the treatment through chemotherapy pretty well. Krishna is hopeful and we all pray to the almighty to give Usha a long life. We could only say few moral boosting words. I could realize the agony of Krishna.

Though we wanted to meet many more close acquaintances, who are in Bangalore, it was not practically possible.  </div>
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It was after many years that I visited Bangalore. Main pull was from OP Khanna who has been a great host as we know him closely from HM days. Prabha Bhabhi was in hospital for a checkup but returned in time to receive us on Nov 3.I never knew that our sweet Mini lives in the block across the road. I had never met Niranjan and Slok, the husband and the son of Mini. I was so happy to know that Mini has quit his job for some months, as Slok wanted her to be around him till he appears for his class X examination. Niranjan as usual these days remains engaged for long hours in his office. It was a pleasure to talk to Mini as well as Niranjan on various issues including Ramayana and the history and mythology related to Hampi. 
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore2.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
Prabha really appeared sick. She is acutely diabetic. We feel the present life style may be one reason. With OP Khanna keeping himself excessively busy with his NGO works, she remains alone for most of the day. It must be torturous at this age. I tried to motivate her to be happy. I wish it could have been so easy. Mini certainly takes care of her when she needs that. 

<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore6.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>

OP Khanna is doing wonderful work for the heart patients of the deprived class who can’t afford the costly heart surgery. He is also engaged in various professional bodies such as Institute of Engineers, Institute of Production Engineers and International Rotary Club. His house has become a museum with awards and various recognitions that have come to him. 

OP and Prabha are organizing a unique get-together for the blood relations from the both sides in mid November to celebrate the birthday of Prabha. All the members will assemble in Bangalore. OP has arranged accommodations in the serviced flats of Diamond Districts. Then the group will move to a place on the border of Karnataka and Kerala, live and move around to various places of interests for two days and depart. Perhaps that can be the best way for keeping the family bond active and growing.   
  
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/bangalore4.jpg" title="" border="0"</div>

<font size=3><div align="left">We could m</font>eet and visit Sarvesh Upadhyaya whom I had come to know only through my blog and face book through his comments. Sarvesh was good enough to arrange my place of stay and vehicle for our visit to Hampi. He knows many of my relatives and comes from a village known to me.It was very homely hospitality at his place with his wife preparing the dinner of our choice and the two little fairies of Sarvesh and Asha providing us with the sublime entertainment too. Another fan of my blog came to his place to meet me. And Sarvesh also could make me talk with Chandrakant Singh who has set up a tech savvy school in Gopalgunj Bihar. 

It was only Sarvesh who could take us to the residence of Khushboo, the daughter of Dr. KrishnaTiwari, who is the first female engineer in our extended family and works in Bangalore with her husband. We could not have located it easily with cab driver. For some time now, Krishna is living in Bangalore for the treatment of his wife, Usha leaving his medical practice at Rishra. It was necessary to meet her, once we were in Bangalore. Usha appeared to be bearing with the treatment through chemotherapy pretty well. Krishna is hopeful and we all pray to the almighty to give Usha a long life. We could only say few moral boosting words. I could realize the agony of Krishna.

Though we wanted to meet many more close acquaintances, who are in Bangalore, it was not practically possible.  </div>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/personal/003001.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Hampi: My Experiences</title>
		<link>http://drishtikona.com/archives/indias_infrastructure/002999.php</link>
		<comments>http://drishtikona.com/archives/indias_infrastructure/002999.php#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 09:03:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Indra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[India's Infrastructure]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drishtikona.com/archives/indias_infrastructure/002999.php</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The history book of high school had described the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vijayanagara_Empire ">Vijayanagara</a> and Bahmani empires of south. However, I don’t remember if there was any enthralling reference of <a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Hampi&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=r1p&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvnsl&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=4ji-TtC3IojqrAfP0fzBAQ&ved=0CEgQsAQ&biw=1680&bih=835&sei=6ji-TvOpHsrYrQes4fzZAQ">Hampi</a> that could make me visit Hampi during many a visits to Bangalore that I made during my professional career. Some years ago I read about Hampi in an article. The <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2004/mar/20/india.fiction ">writer</a> had referred to the Nobel laureate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V._S._Naipaul ">VS Naipaul</a>’s critical comments on Hampi. “Look carefully and you can see scattered everywhere the crumbling wreck age of former greatness: "Palaces and stables, a royal bath ... the leaning granite pillars of what must have been a bridge across the river. A long and very wide avenue, with a great statue of the bull of Shiva at one end, and at the other end a miracle: a temple that for some reason was spared destruction, and is still used for worship." 

Everyone whom I referred about my intention advised me to use overnight train from Bangaluru to Hospet. However, I decided to go by road. On Nov5, we started after a lovely breakfast from Mini, the daughter of my host and the friend since IITdays. Even at 9AM, it took almost an hour to reach Yashwantpur on NH4. Bangaluru has over grown its infrastructure development. Up to Chitradurg, the NH is part of the dream North-South Corridor. The hills around Chitradurg are dotted with huge number of wind mills something that we had seen in Tamil Nadu when we took a tour of its temples. The road between Chitradurg and Hospet is single lane but pretty smooth but for a small portion. It’s barren and rocky on both sides of the road and with little water resources. But the farmers grow sunflower and maize. One gets hardly any important township or rest place on this stretch. But as we neared Hospet and the huge water reservoir on the Tungabhadra River. <img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi17.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi18.jpg" title="" border="0"> Suddenly, we found the land becoming very fertile growing good crop of sugarcanes and banana in around Hospet. A large number of steel mills appeared on the right side belching smoke as we neared Hospet and I got reminded of infamous Bellar, that is pretty near to Hospet. 
 
Hospet appeared to be very poor and dirty. I never expected it as <a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Hampi&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">Hampi</a> the world Heritage site in just near it. I wish the tourism as well as urban development ministries of the state and centre would have made some planned nedeavour to improve it, as it as the entry for the millions of tourists coming for Hampi. But how can we hope for improvement of the quality of faculties when the corruption has gone so deep in our country in every state and town. However, I was really happy to find an oasis in <a href="http://www.vijayshreeheritagevillage.com/ ">Vijayshree Heritage Village resorts</a> with wonderful facilities. We rested and in evening enjoyed Rajasthani entertainment: Jhummar dance, rope tricks, magic and many things and finally the Rajashthani cuisine in dinner. 
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi14.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi15.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
Nov 6 was the day for seeing Hampi as it existed. We took the assistance of a middle aged guide. It was nice that our vehicle could go to all important destinations of interests. I divide the city and our visits to five types of the structures. 

1.	<a href="http://hampi.in/hampi">Hampi</a> had some huge stone sculptures: kadalekalu Ganesh, Narsinmha, Siva Linga, Stone chariot that lies in Vitthal Temple courtyard.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi2.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi4.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>

2.	Hampi has a large number of temples built in different corners. The deity in main Virupaksha Yemple is still worshipped. Vittthal temple, Hazara Rama temple with thousand panels depicting incidences in Rama’s life and all other temples are in ruins. The deities are damaged but the decorative relief carvings, statues and panels in the temples and its various mandapas are intact. Many structures such as Gopuram and halls of dance are in good conditions. But main and unique feature of Hampi is the presence of well constructed and laid bazaars in front of the main temples. Vijaynagar was known of its trade that expanded up to Europe. I have not seen such combination in any other places. Perhaps this was the innovation of Vijayanagara’s kings, traders and architects. There are many temples in ruins worth seeing but with our limitation, we could see only the main ones.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi6.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi7.jpg" title="" border="0"> <img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi8.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
3.	The area that housed the palaces of the kings such as Harihar Rai and Krishnadeo Rai is huge and is lying in full ruins. I wish I would have visited this place when I was a little younger. Yamuna remained seated in the vehicle in most of the places. It further reduced my enthusiasm.  

4.	Zenana enclosure was for the queens. The main palace like others that were surprisingly made of wood has vanished after the whole city was burnt by the Muslim army of Bahamani Empire. But Lotus Mahal and the Queen’s Bath got spared and are intact as there were built in bricks. I couldn’t understand why the bath and dining halls of the queens were not integrally built but located at certain distance.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi9.jpg" title="" border="0">/<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi10.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
5.	Royal enclosure is another impressive area. It has the beautiful step well, stone channels for carrying water from River Tungbhadra to different places. It had separate meeting places for royals with ministers and officers as well as with public.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi11.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi12.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
And finally the surrounding hills presenting different things with the varying sized and shaped bolders moved me. As someone has very rightly said,"If dreams were made out of stone, it would be Hampi."  
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi13.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
My last place of visit was the Kiskindha where Ram and Lakshman waited for Hanuman to bring the news of Sita being in Lanka. I saw a number of persons reciting Ramcharit Manas in the Rama Temple on the top of the hill. My imaginations flew few centuries back how Rama with Lakshman spent their time waiting.  

But naturally after walking for six hours we were pretty hungry. I made somehow to <a href="http://hampi.in/mango-tree-restaurant ">Mango Tree Restaurant</a> that has become famous among the tourists both Indians and foreigners. I had known about Mango Tree through a blog. Its popularity was evident from the crowd there. It was beautiful and clean and also provided good food too. Yamuna had some trouble in reaching the place but either she braved or the hunger made her walk though with few stops in between. And we returned to Village Resort.          
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The history book of high school had described the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vijayanagara_Empire ">Vijayanagara</a> and Bahmani empires of south. However, I don’t remember if there was any enthralling reference of <a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Hampi&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=r1p&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvnsl&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=4ji-TtC3IojqrAfP0fzBAQ&ved=0CEgQsAQ&biw=1680&bih=835&sei=6ji-TvOpHsrYrQes4fzZAQ">Hampi</a> that could make me visit Hampi during many a visits to Bangalore that I made during my professional career. Some years ago I read about Hampi in an article. The <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2004/mar/20/india.fiction ">writer</a> had referred to the Nobel laureate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V._S._Naipaul ">VS Naipaul</a>’s critical comments on Hampi. “Look carefully and you can see scattered everywhere the crumbling wreck age of former greatness: "Palaces and stables, a royal bath ... the leaning granite pillars of what must have been a bridge across the river. A long and very wide avenue, with a great statue of the bull of Shiva at one end, and at the other end a miracle: a temple that for some reason was spared destruction, and is still used for worship." 

Everyone whom I referred about my intention advised me to use overnight train from Bangaluru to Hospet. However, I decided to go by road. On Nov5, we started after a lovely breakfast from Mini, the daughter of my host and the friend since IITdays. Even at 9AM, it took almost an hour to reach Yashwantpur on NH4. Bangaluru has over grown its infrastructure development. Up to Chitradurg, the NH is part of the dream North-South Corridor. The hills around Chitradurg are dotted with huge number of wind mills something that we had seen in Tamil Nadu when we took a tour of its temples. The road between Chitradurg and Hospet is single lane but pretty smooth but for a small portion. It’s barren and rocky on both sides of the road and with little water resources. But the farmers grow sunflower and maize. One gets hardly any important township or rest place on this stretch. But as we neared Hospet and the huge water reservoir on the Tungabhadra River. <img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi17.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi18.jpg" title="" border="0"> Suddenly, we found the land becoming very fertile growing good crop of sugarcanes and banana in around Hospet. A large number of steel mills appeared on the right side belching smoke as we neared Hospet and I got reminded of infamous Bellar, that is pretty near to Hospet. 
 
Hospet appeared to be very poor and dirty. I never expected it as <a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Hampi&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">Hampi</a> the world Heritage site in just near it. I wish the tourism as well as urban development ministries of the state and centre would have made some planned nedeavour to improve it, as it as the entry for the millions of tourists coming for Hampi. But how can we hope for improvement of the quality of faculties when the corruption has gone so deep in our country in every state and town. However, I was really happy to find an oasis in <a href="http://www.vijayshreeheritagevillage.com/ ">Vijayshree Heritage Village resorts</a> with wonderful facilities. We rested and in evening enjoyed Rajasthani entertainment: Jhummar dance, rope tricks, magic and many things and finally the Rajashthani cuisine in dinner. 
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi14.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi15.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
Nov 6 was the day for seeing Hampi as it existed. We took the assistance of a middle aged guide. It was nice that our vehicle could go to all important destinations of interests. I divide the city and our visits to five types of the structures. 

1.	<a href="http://hampi.in/hampi">Hampi</a> had some huge stone sculptures: kadalekalu Ganesh, Narsinmha, Siva Linga, Stone chariot that lies in Vitthal Temple courtyard.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi1.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi2.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi3.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi4.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>

2.	Hampi has a large number of temples built in different corners. The deity in main Virupaksha Yemple is still worshipped. Vittthal temple, Hazara Rama temple with thousand panels depicting incidences in Rama’s life and all other temples are in ruins. The deities are damaged but the decorative relief carvings, statues and panels in the temples and its various mandapas are intact. Many structures such as Gopuram and halls of dance are in good conditions. But main and unique feature of Hampi is the presence of well constructed and laid bazaars in front of the main temples. Vijaynagar was known of its trade that expanded up to Europe. I have not seen such combination in any other places. Perhaps this was the innovation of Vijayanagara’s kings, traders and architects. There are many temples in ruins worth seeing but with our limitation, we could see only the main ones.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi5.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi6.jpg" title="" border="0">
<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi7.jpg" title="" border="0"> <img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi8.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
3.	The area that housed the palaces of the kings such as Harihar Rai and Krishnadeo Rai is huge and is lying in full ruins. I wish I would have visited this place when I was a little younger. Yamuna remained seated in the vehicle in most of the places. It further reduced my enthusiasm.  

4.	Zenana enclosure was for the queens. The main palace like others that were surprisingly made of wood has vanished after the whole city was burnt by the Muslim army of Bahamani Empire. But Lotus Mahal and the Queen’s Bath got spared and are intact as there were built in bricks. I couldn’t understand why the bath and dining halls of the queens were not integrally built but located at certain distance.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi9.jpg" title="" border="0">/<img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi10.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
5.	Royal enclosure is another impressive area. It has the beautiful step well, stone channels for carrying water from River Tungbhadra to different places. It had separate meeting places for royals with ministers and officers as well as with public.
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi11.jpg" title="" border="0"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi12.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
And finally the surrounding hills presenting different things with the varying sized and shaped bolders moved me. As someone has very rightly said,"If dreams were made out of stone, it would be Hampi."  
<div align="center"><img src="http://drishtikona.com/images/hampi13.jpg" title="" border="0"></div>
My last place of visit was the Kiskindha where Ram and Lakshman waited for Hanuman to bring the news of Sita being in Lanka. I saw a number of persons reciting Ramcharit Manas in the Rama Temple on the top of the hill. My imaginations flew few centuries back how Rama with Lakshman spent their time waiting.  

But naturally after walking for six hours we were pretty hungry. I made somehow to <a href="http://hampi.in/mango-tree-restaurant ">Mango Tree Restaurant</a> that has become famous among the tourists both Indians and foreigners. I had known about Mango Tree through a blog. Its popularity was evident from the crowd there. It was beautiful and clean and also provided good food too. Yamuna had some trouble in reaching the place but either she braved or the hunger made her walk though with few stops in between. And we returned to Village Resort.          
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://drishtikona.com/archives/indias_infrastructure/002999.php/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>

