‘We must see Shravanabelagola’, said the General. And so we went for another detour, off the highway, meandering through the country roads, sleepy villages and riotous fields till we caught a glimpse of the colossal monolithic statue of Gommateshvara on Vindyagiri Hill.
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity. Related posts: Art at AOL-Finesse WPC: State of Mind
‘The mind is a monkey, hopping around from thought to thought, image to image, rarely does it remain single-pointed, empty.’
I’m quite fawnd of you, my deer. – Related; WPC-Vibrant
The Art of Living International Center in Bangalore will fill you with tranquility and peace. But what also strikes as extremely interesting here is it’s interior design that adds to the serene ambiance. The high level of craftsmanship in wood-carvings as was prevalent in ancestral homes in Kerala, built in a specific pattern around a central courtyard –And then there are… Read More Art at AOL-Finesse
‘I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.’ 🙂
It’s is called ghost [bhut] pepper for a reason. It’s hot! Super hot! So hot that you can’t handle it. Trust me. You have been warned. So, if your good friend from Assam eagerly brings the bhut as gift for you from back home, you’re in a pickle. And that’s exactly what you make with it. Here’s what you… Read More Who’s afraid of bhut jolokia?
The city of dawn. Auroville is an experimental township with a purpose to realize human unity. Related posts: Pondering over Pondy WPC- Depth
Pondy has a dual personality: crossing from East to West of the central canal reveals two cities with very different characters. Ville Blanche is the White Town of French Pondicherry– with a colonial hangover. Reminiscences of the old world in distinct white and mustard buildings of Dumas, Romain Rolland, Suffren and Labourdonnais streets. Streets of the French… Read More Pondering over Pondy
Abandoned places, derelict and overgrown, have their own special aura of nostalgia. Beneath all the dust, rust, rubble and cracks, there are stories of people who used to once go about their daily lives here. It’s as if the people in these places just picked up and left and slowly all things are being reclaimed… Read More Bridge to nowhere