Yana – The Medieval World

Yana – The Medieval World

Most of the weekdays, when I have some spare time which has been retrieved from the unending schedules of the daily life, I open google maps and just start browsing the surrounding area on a magnified scale and this is how I stumbled upon Yana. The name sounded so different that I decided to do a bit more research and hence out of this was born my visit to Yana – The medieval world.

2.            Yana is a small village located deep in the forests of Uttara Karnataka as stated by Wikipedia and partly this is true as I drove one fine early morning on the magnificent vital Kochi Panvel Highway. The direction was southwards as I motored early in the morning with the monsoon right across the corner, the outriders could be easily seen as the earth waited in anticipation while the sky was heavily laden with grey clouds just waiting to unleash their load onto the parched earth that had been waiting patiently for them over the entire summer.

3.            Soon I was crossing small villages and towns aptly named Arga , Aversa , Ankola . As oneI neared a small town called Kumta one has to take the diversion from the National Highway and turn into SH 69 which bore me deeper away into the forested lands and villages that inhabited these parts. The road was narrow and spectacular with greenery all around. I thoroughly enjoyed this stretch and moved at a sedate pace. Eventually i decided that this was the apt time to have some hot piping tea and hence my eyes started searching for the same. After a few kms I came to a kind of plateau or highland and there stood a small tea shop next to a broken down bust stop. The morning was still young and the earth landscape was open and wide, what more can a man want in a moment like this as I sipped the tea savoring the moment in. The path stretched ahead of me, unknown in its element but with the destination assured. Well this is what is I guess meant by travelling on unknown paths.

4.            Soon it was time to get moving again into the forested lands that came up inviting me into their midst. Yana was reached after an hour or so covering a distance of around 100 kms, it was fairly early in the day by the time I reached. There was a sign which directed me onto the trail through the jungle which would lead me to what I had come to see …

5.            So what had I come to see out here, this morning … well I had been drawn here by the two massive rock outcrops known in the local folklore that is associated with places like these as Bhairaveshwara Shikhara and Mohini Shikhara. When I said massive I meant it, for they were both having an average height of 100 mts stretching high up into the air towering over everything else in the near vicinity.

6.            So after a small trek of around 2 kms I reached these rocks and marveled at their existence. There is a small temple dedicated to Lord Shiva at the base of the Bhairveshwara Shikhara. Also there exists a passage through the base of the rocky outcrop that leads one into the very depths and if one persists he comes out onto the other side of the outcrop.

7.            I spend some time out there seeing, feeling and clicking pics prior to departing from the place. The government is trying to develop the place as a tourist center and activities for the same are in progress. I guess this place is quite well known among the local folks for as I was returning I could see people coming in to visit the place.

8.            Overall worth a visit owing to the uniqueness of the place and the lovely drive. 

Bhairaveshwara Shikhara

Mohini Shikhara 

Ahhh Mumbai !!!!!!

It was way back when I first came to Mumbai. The memories and feelings are still vivid as if it was just a couple of days back, Konark Express Train No. 1020 Up, from Visakhapatnam chugged into one of the outlying platforms of the Chattrapati Shivaji Terminus erstwhile known as Victoria Terminus. The outlying platform i think it was No 17 had the musty smell that long distance platforms generally are associated with. I still remember it was four thirty in the morning but CST was buzzing with activity and I looked wide eyed as to why on earth are there so many people up and about at this hour. Little was I to know that there is no hour when Mumbai sleeps in its entirety.

Coming out of the station i hailed a taxi, the ubiquitous Kaali Peeli with green florescent cabin lighting to take me to my destination in Colaba. The station that I had emerged from did not get too much of a thought or look but as the years rolled by my love for its architectural beauty and yeoman service has only grown and now I wait for those days when it is decked up in all finery and stands proud and regal amongst all others that have come up all around over the past century .

In the initial days of my time out here, i did feel out of place and after work just hated to sit in the room waiting for dinner time. Gradually I started venturing out and as it happens when the city is by the coast, the steps lead to the sea shore. Marine Drive (Queen’s Necklace) call it what you may but for me it has and will always remain the “Go To “place in the entire city.

Marine Drive, for me and for scores like me out there in this city has been that silent friend that was sorely needed on days when the going got tough, when the burden of everyday living just went over the head. It was her vibe and freshness that infused warmth and hope inside as one sat out there looking out into the ocean as waves one after the other came on and on .. Relentlessly with single minded determination. I am sure many would echo the same thought when I say that in moments of gloom or joy, time spent on marine drive makes one feel positive and enthusiastic towards life.

As months rolled by I became a part of the social fabric of this city and another important aspect of this city integrated me with her: Mumbai Local; Come rain or shine this journey is performed by lakhs everyday morning to evening. To the newcomer a journey in the local it is a daunting task but then its only the first step that is put forward with hesitancy. My trysts with this aspect have been memorable and most pleasant and standing near the open doorway of a hurtling Churchgate Fast does bring out the child in every adult.

After a few months went by I felt that it was time I bought my vehicle to this city. The Indomitable as I call him has been my able team mate on numerous road trips through this country so it was only apt that HE too experienced Mumbai. So with him came the trips on yet another iconic landmark of this country or should I say of India itself: Rajiv Gandhi Sea Link or as it is popularly called Sea Link. This narrow sliver of spectacular six lane tarmac swinging high above the Arabian Sea changed the skyline of Mumbai for ever.  Now every visitor who comes visiting this city definitely undertakes a ride on it for remembrance.

As June arrived into the city, I witnessed Mumbai Monsoons; it was definitely unlike the bleak monsoons that I had seen in other places where the grey overcast skies accompanied with the steady drizzle sank the heart from within, where the onset of the dark evening made one feel uncertain of what lay ahead. Out here the bleaker the sky the colourful the streets and the roads. The colour on the streets seemed to offset the bleakness of the monsoon. The onset of the evening instead of dampening the spirit made it surge ahead even more as the warm lighting that lit up on various street intersections and corners bought hope in hearts of all those who were out there amongst the drizzle and deluge.

Days passed and converted into months and i joined the band known as Mumbaikar... the daily happenings of this city affected me as much as it did any other individual. Soon September arrived and so did the spectacle known as Ganapati. The arrival of the Elephant God in the city and the tales of his glory and benevolence sung by everyone left me mesmerised. As I walked from street to street late into the night paying my respects to HIM I was overwhelmed by the devotional fervour within. In no other city is the Ganesh Mahoutsav celebrated as it is done here.

The most famous of all, the Boon Giver himself...

The city has its own story in every street, monument and place of worship... be it the churches at Bandra or the streets of Matunga or be it Muhammed Ali road , there is a fervour that is shared by most of the denizens of this concrete jungle irrespective of individual faith and thought process.

An integral part of the city fabric though not frequented by me but used by the lakhs are BEST & MUMBAI RAIL. There have been innumerable stories that have been woven around these two, no other transportation system in the whole country is as woven integrally and been resurrected to almost being alive in its own way as are these two … they are as Iconic as any other within this metropolis …

Should I name the places seen by millions across this country depicted in the dreams of Bollywood .. nah .. I think the visuals themselves will do justice and speak while I pause for a while to have a “Cutting” , I think I have earned it ….

 Meanwhile .. you have a look at the visuals and maybe we will continue in my next post ......