Some says that life begins when solitude is dead,that is when one is not alone.when you have someone with you ,you feel the
This is my first travelogue and it is about my visit to Orissa, the home for hundreds of temples. I have done many attempts to make something productive out of my madness of exploration. But none of them ended properly with a satisfaction. For instance, in my south India trip, I’ve lost the records that I have noted, and then I did the stupidest thing in my north India trip, to video document it for the very first time, again the disappointment. Videos I’ve taken were in pathetic condition. So when I had a chance again, I gave up of trying such things and decided to write.
Actually, the trip wasn’t planned like a visit to Orissa. I was a final year architecture student when my college (SASI CREATIVE SCHOOL OF ARCHITECTURE, Coimbatore) received an opportunity to attend the National Convention of the Indian Institute of Architects (NATCON IIA) conducted by the Bhubaneswar chapter of Orissa. So, the respected dean of our college Ar. Mohamed Ali Shareiff opted us the final year students to be those to attend it.
The convention was scheduled as a 3-day program on 7th,8th and 9th of December 2017. So along with that, we planned a 10-day trip starting on December 3rd from Chennai.
I headed to Chennai with my folks this day. At 5;05 am in the early morning we left our apartment, cached the town bus to the Coimbatore railway station and reached there by 5;45 am. The Chennai express that we booked has arrived and departure by 6:10am, we were 6 students to travel in that train .most the others left already to their relative’s house in Chennai and the others for the night journey .we had no idea about the accommodation there. I thought I can sleep at the railway station itself, that will be a different experience.
After a long time we reach the Chennai central station by 3.00pm, we struggled there a lot to manage the luggage, there are so many procedures for keeping it in the cloakroom. so we managed it to keep it ourselves. while searching for lunch a ‘Thalapakatti’ restaurant have stricken my attention. Even though I’ve been in Tamil Nadu for all these years, I never had any chance to taste the famous Thalapakatti biriyani. So I suggested having lunch there. The restaurant was on the first floor. over the crowd, we pulled up all our stuffs upstairs in that tiny restaurant. the biriyani charged Rs 146, and its worth of it .spicy and different from other types if biriyanis I’ve tasted. After that good meal, we left the restaurant to search for accommodation, before that my friend Shakthi suggested a women’s paying guest home where one of our junior is staying there .so as a matter of safety, I went with her. We girls left the station by 4:30pm by a taxi cab. The boys who were with us decided to spend the night in the station itself. The only problem outside the railway station was the traffic mess.
We reached our accommodation within 10 minutes. They charged 500rs per head for one night. After freshening up and a little roam, I met a Keralite girl from Kottayam district .she is working in Chennai after her engineering studies. She asked about me and our trip, she left to her room saying a happy journey to me.
we left the apartment by 7am to the railway station catching a taxi cab. as the traffic was comparatively less than usual we reached there by 7:30am. even though we didn’t have the whole compartment in the train by ourselves we have adjusted with the strangers, by a group of us here and there. the train started at 8:15 am.
The morning session was full of fun in the thrill of the trip, so time ran out so faster. It was 2:50pm, we reached Vijayawada, on the way after that we saw this beautiful riverscape running in between the green blankets of trees. the depth of that river seems a lot shallow that the water barely covers the ground.’its the Krishna river kids’, an old guy sitting next to us said. This river, it reminds me of river Nila the second largest river in Kerala. besides my hometown. it drained out really bad due to the sand mining from river banks. we reached Vishakapatnam by 8:30 pm and our train halted there like half an hour. so we bought some chappatis and pickles for the dinner. everyone started to folds their seats to sleep by 9:45 pm itself, so as we.
4 -December 2017
At 4:30 am, we reached the Bhubaneswar railway station. the temperature was 16 degree Celsius cold, when we stepped out.i saw the worst scenario of the refugees lying there almost everywhere on the floor.we hesitated to walk through them without disturbing them. 90%of the of them were women with children.
The bus that we arranged for our transportation have reached there by 5:00am .our accommodation was in a youth hostel at Kalinga vihar located 12.5kms away from the station.a group of us including 10 members had the room on the topmost floor with a terrace. The only problem we faced there was the only 2 bathrooms for 10 of us on the terrace itself.
But I found it a strange challenging experience to live like local people. with a good fresh up and a healthy breakfast, we started our journey to the first destination, the UDAYAGIRI AND KHANDAGIRI CAVES is 6.1 km from our hostel, we reached there by 10:30am. these caves are known as the ‘cittack’or ‘kattack’caves. They are party artificial and partly natural caves, which was carved in the 2nd century. These 2 hills are located at the 2 sides of the road .it is believed that the Jain monks used to meditate and worship here during the reign of king Kharavel. we climbed up the khandagiri hills first, a huge iron gate opened up to the numerous stone steps up to the hilltop. one old monk sitting in the steps were chanting some mantras.
There are 15 caves on the hilltop, having the carved idols of Jains.these caves were actually smaller than I imagined. a temple which seems presently active was there.
Udayagiri hill was clearly visible from this hill itself. After we climbed down, we entered the udayagiri caves.Udayagiri, the word means sunrisehill.compared to the khandagiri hill this hill, this hill majorly have artificial stone structures. Next, we headed for lunch on the way at kharavel nagar.i had a fish thali meals of rs 120km from the southern cafe
restaurant at 1:00pm.
The time was 3:00 pm when we reached the LINGARAJA TEMPLE which is 8.1 km far from UDAYAGIRI and KHANDAGIRI CAVES. phones and cameras are not permitted inside the temple. the temple complex was built on the Chanakya period around the BINDUSAGAR LAKE. it is one of the oldest and largest temples in Bhubaneswar. this temple is dedicated to Lord Shiva, in which the lord is worshiped in the name ‘Hariharan'(the combined form of Lord Vishnu and Shiva).
As we enter the temple there is a purification area to clean our foot before entering the sacred part of the temple complex. there are totally 180 idols, which were created by the kings themselves. most of them were located below the ground level. the entire complex is constructed with the sandstone following the Kalinga architectural style. each shrine is covered with the highly skilled carved stone ornamentation works. the backside of the main shrine is designed with a beautiful lawn garden with outdoor seating spaces which created a peaceful environment. we left outside the temple after our visit and went back to the hostel.
we bounded to Puri by 8 am in the morning. When we reached our first destination The heritage Artists village, which is 60.6 km from Bhubaneswar, our bus halted in front of a hotel and we had our breakfast. We walked about 1km from there to the village, where we witnessed a whole village of passionate artists who depend on their skills of art for their living expense. What they used were the pure natural materials for their art&craft works.
Most of them were the handcrafts of decorated pots, coconut shells and tiny boxes etc. they displayed their artworks and dealt with their customers in their living room itself. Since we stepped into this village an artist named Abhimanyu were begging us to visit his house. he said that his house is at the corner of the street, so most of the visitors don’t have the patience to reach till there.
As we felt pity towards that innocent guy, we went to his home and take a look at his works. His artworks were somewhat similar to most of the villagers, but in spite of that, he has a collection of some ancient artworks including a 120-year-old painting depicting the story of Jagannatha temple, which is painted in the black natural kajal. I bought an emblem and a bookmark made of palm leaves.
Right next to that we traveled for 14.6 km to reach Loknatha temple, which is built in the 11th century. Here also as we were supposed to clean our feet before entering the temple, there is a pond nearby the entrance of the temple. This wasn’t such a massive structure as the Lingaraja temple that we visited last day. This was more like a simple stone carved structure with less than 10 idols.
There is a Shivalinga idol submerged in water, representing the Ganga river flows over Lord shivas head. The Sree Jagganatha temple is 1.6 km near to the Loknatha temple, so we visited there next. On the way, we can see the vast and wide puri beach. Our driver suggested keeping the footwear, phones, and cameras inside the bus itself. because as it was very crowded the safety of their clock room is not that guaranteed. The bus has parked about 700 meters from the temple, and we walked till the temple barefooted. Just like all the temples, a huge queue has led us to clean our foot. This large massive stone structured temple complex welcomed us with a terror effect of merchandisers of the market inside the, to be frank. Off to that zone, the temple worship space is quiet and calm.
Jagganatha meaning the lord of the universe, Shiva is worshiped here.
So in a huge massive stupa is where the Lord Vishnu is worshiped and there the other two stupas where lord Balabhadra and lord Subhadra is worshiped. According to the culture of the people in Puri, most of them depend on Lord Vishnu. A huge crowd present inside the main stupa of Vishnu, so the idol of the lord was not visually clear to us. We left the temple by 4pm for our next visit to the sun temple at Konark, which is 37.7 km from there. It took one and a half hours on the bus to reach there.
Konark is located on the northeast part of Puri in the coastline of Orrisa. we saw the beautiful sunset on the Konark beach on the way to sun temple. The pink rays of the submerging sun, falling on the fine sand casting the shadows of the trees. The sight was enormously beautiful and priceless.
Before entering the sun temple a number of hawker shops were on both sides for about 150 meters long. The temple depicting the visit chariot of sun-god which is pulled by 24 wheels by 7 horses. Sun temple of Konark is one of the world heritage sites of UNESCO. This 100ft high chariot, with the wheels& horses, were huge stone carved structures, constructed in the 13th century by the king Narasimha Deva. We can see the classic illustration of the Nagara style architecture. There was some conservation works by the UNESCO happening on the sun chariot, so the scaffoldings covered the beauty of the structure while our visit.
After the temple visit, we moved to the Konark beachside, A sand art exhibition was happening there. Contestants from different countries have participated in this festival. The time was 10 pm, I had a delicious street food dinner with a north Indian chicken roll and fish curry from one of a hawker shop. At 11:45 pm we reached the hostel.
This was a fine peaceful morning that we started our journey by 9:40 am to the Chilka lake at Satapada which is 116 km far from Bhubaneswar. We had our breakfast on the way itself. It was 2:45 pm after a long drive. This is actually a brackish water lagoon which spreads over puri, khuvantra and Gunjan districts flowing into the Bay of Bengal, covering an area over 1,100 square km. This water lagoon is known as the largest coastal lagoon in India. The area is a poor village place as there was only one good restaurant which is crowded. so some of us adjusted our lunch by some snacks and a red bull energy drink, due to the delay of food.
Our boat voyage has started at 3:30pm to the chilka island. So the whole crew of us divided into 2 boats. We saw the group of pipers and godwits fishing through the glossy reflecting face of the water. It was a long way on the boat. we reached the island by 4;20pm.In that island, there is a temple. That view of the lake with the chattering birds on the deck was glorious. The golden orange sun drowned down the lake emitting the smudged rays. Now the time is 5pm, and the next best thing happened, we had an opportunity to have a jetski adventure, I bet none of us would have no idea how excited I was at that moment. The only thing that disappointed everyone was the absence of daylight in that special moment. But It was not a big deal for me other than, being one of my dream come true. On my first turn the guide guy was controlling the bike and taught me to ride it, on my second turn I ride it by myself, It was easier than I thought, that I had even done a loop. I kept my excitement scream silent inside. After a good dinner, we went back to the hostel.
7-December,2017 to 9-December,2017
We attended the convention for these 3 days, to attend the seminar by famous architects like Haider Ali and Hafeez Contractor at Mayfair convention center which is 12.4 km away from the hostel. We even had the chance to meet Ar. Apurva Bose, the architectural journalist in Bangalore.
After all those convention days, we decided to hang out one more day as one last goodbye to Orissa. almost all of us were tired, so we delayed to get ready by 11am.
First, we visited the Tribal museum 10 km away from the hostel. we reached there by 12:30pm.They exhibited ornaments, clothes weapons & utensils of the ancient tribes of Orissa. The Museum landscaped with paved pathways besides the lawn which dives one lead to an artificial tribal cottage representing the different types of dwellings showcasing their ancient households in each of them. The other path leads to the main museum block, exhibiting the ornaments, weapons, clothes etc of the tribal people. We had our lunch at the museum canteen itself. From there we went shopping at the Shahid Nagar market, 7.8 km away. Our herd has splited here and there to the market. my company was my friend Ashique . We weren’t that interested in shopping there, so we literally did a street food safari all the way in that market with different pani puris from the street hawkers.
Right after that, we visited the Sanchi stupa by 7:00pm. There was a scheduled light show at 7:30 pm about the stories of the ancient kingdom of Orissa, Including the legends of king Narasimhaveda. The entry inside the Stupa was restricted at this time. So we went back to hostel celebrating this last day.
An artist mostly choose the white canvas, so that he can make the desirable forms of art in it. Even where I’m writing is on the white .White indicates the simplicity which brings the peace.
The artist makes a white canvas beautiful by adding different colours in it .But instead of colourful harmonious picture, just imagine about that canvas completely filled of black. Definitely it will be a negativeness.
Imagine the white canvas as a peaceful world of simplicity, and we people are the artists who paints on it. Many artist have their own styles of art. Some artists choose colourful forms and some with mono theme. The others who comes up with black and white combination. Even though it contains black negativeness, it is linked up with the peaceful white to balance it.
We people are exactly these artists, we all have different opinions to the world. It is when black the colour of envy, violence, and supremacy covers all over, that the world lost its peace.
Many personalities in our hearts like Dalai Lama, Martin Luther King, Swami Vivekananda, and Mahatma Gandhi are those who spread the beautiful colours over peace. They are the real artists who gave a real art of harmony to the world without a single dot of black.
Individually as we wish more, the colours turns black, when it fails to get the desirable colours in art. Slowly black fills up and make the artist blind to see the beautiful part of the world. Then only we realise that it was a peaceful life without all those wishes. The less we wish, the more peace remains………………
Let’s take a short flashback to the origin of the human beings. They lived like animals with no worries. They have the peaceful life with his shelter and food necessary. These artists created a simple form of art. But later on, he wished it to be more colourful. And these colours turned to be black, when he failed to get what he wanted.
This is the same way where how the war destroyed peace. The birth of war lies in the period of formation of countries, states and districts. There the colour of ego, prestige and corruption dominated the colours on the white the colour of peace.
Peace in proper definition is period of harmony between different social groups that is characterized by lack of violence, conflict behavior and freedom from violence.
Sri Chinmoy once said that “World peace can be achieved when in each person, the power of love replaces the love of power”.
Thus stop responding to provocation to love achieving the power and start to love each other to enrich the power of love, and spread the peace all over the world.
In LUCY the Hollywood film released in 2014, there is a description about the human cerebral capacity. It describes that the humans use only 10% of their cerebral capacity ……with that what all have we done…?
The first invention by human lies in the millions and billion years ago, were the man invented his habitat from the Mother Nature.
Later on he started to discover out from his cave…,then the tools, cloths, and all came up to his head. The milestone of mans invention starts from fire, the first intelligence that man made. Well it even plays a key role even nowadays too. The second thing that came into being is the development of languages, so as to make the communication easier.
The man rather learned to control the natural energies, light (electric bulb), wind (electric fan), and climate (air-conditioner and room heaters) and so on, followed by the invention of the electric energy.
In the later inventions, man inspired by the properties of his own body.
The search of storing memories and working according to the command like what the human brain does, lead him to the invention of computer. The stimulations such as eyes to see, ear to hear, mouth to speak and taste, skin to recognise the touch, heat and cold,…and the nose to recognise smell has taken practical for further technologies.
The invention of camera represented the ability of eye to capture images and store in memory. The tape- record and microphone represented the ear ,as to record the voices. The mouth to speak and exhale voices is represented by the speakers . …,
Later stimulation of touch has been taken practical by the screen touch technologies .
In the latest records the researches for the technologies to recognise smell had succeeded
Combining all these features of humans, man came up with the artificial human called robots.
When man explored his environment and started to travel abroad the search for easy way for transportation came up with an idea of wheels…..,and thus evolved different kinds of transportation.
But the curiosity had never let him to satisfy. The tendency to know what’s outside the earth, lead him to introduce the satellite technology. Moreover he travelled outside the earth after the invention of space rockets.
See the humans influence in the universe,… there is no doubt that man can control the universe itself in the future…….,
Welcome to 2015…. ! . But before telling goodbye to 2014 , there is a lot about to thank the year. There were many developments happened around the world. Considering my hometown Kochi , the progress of metro rail project is considerably notable in this year. Just like that popularly or unknowingly many of them are progressing. what we do is appreciate them and jump up for further dreams and hopes.
It is moreover personally too,…….Taking my case for example , the coming May I’m gonna be 20 . That is the teenage thing is coming to an end.When my birthday comes as usual everyone wishes me and ask my age. It wasn’t a big deal for me . But it is when I thought about that. Each and every year is coming to me as the milestones. when this thought entered my head, I’ve analysed my past as the way of how I used to think then and now. My attitude , appearance ,….everything is not constant.
As we all know the past is not a good place to stay. But it is ….to visit memories .
Just look back the way how you traveled,……It’s like a magic . The quote “Past is a history, Future is a mystery and Today is the gift of god” is relevant.
So what we should do is to use the gift of god, good enough to make histories as much to visit the memories, and the future as much to dream. Memories and dreams …,the two things that make us awake.
dear past ,………Thank you
welcome 2015 with new dreams and hopes.
May this new year brings you success, happiness and peace………………………………….
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE……………..!
Some says that life begins when solitude is dead,…That is when one is not alone .when you have someone with you ,you can feel that you are living ,not just surviving .When life begins families are born. For families there is a crazy thing that connects one each other , that bond is nothing but LOVE . The invisible thing that we can’t see by eyes but felt by heart .
My life began since I got separated from my mother’s body. I cried that day not because of the outside noise, but because I always wanted to stay with her as a part of her.
In general the bond that stays stronger in a family is that with a mother and child .
Here’s a story narrated by a son;
“I have never loved my mom, I always hated her . the reason was nothing ,but she had only one eye. She looks totally weird as much to make me insult in front of my friends. I wished that If she could be stay out of the world forever. Whenever I teased her by calling of her one eye, she have never responded in any way. She took care of me by running a small shop with half poverty.
I decided to become higher without depending her, to get rid of that one-eyed ugly form. I worked harder , I got highest marks from the university, I got a family and I enjoyed my life very much with them.
One day the old lady with one eye came to me. By pretending that I didn’t recognised her , I ordered her to get out ….. she went out.
Next day I got an invitation of reunion from my old school , and I went there. On the way back, I went to see my old dirty house. Entering there I saw my mother’s body. She was holding a paper, I took and read it .
It was written as ;
“Son I lived more than enough. I will never disturb by visiting you anymore. I will not match to your status and prestige. When you were small you lost one of your eye by an accident . My heart was broken to see you in that weird look . So that I gave one of my eye to you. I was happy to see you so beautiful with both eyes.
Your mother “
Only this ultimate sacrifice is necessary to prove mothers love .The only one person that will not expect anything back rather than giving is MOTHER. They can’t stop loving their child even if they tries to kill her or do anything worst.
Because they have waited for ten months which seems like ten years of waiting…and let you out of the world bearing the most hardest physical pain in the world…
Finding happiness by each step that you put……Being proud of you …mother is dedicating her life.
Everything in this world has an end , even world itself has its end . But the one thing that doesn’t end is her love …..THE INFINITE LOVE.