Kille Kothligad (किल्ले कोथळीगड़)

A sketch

Surreal Vessals

Artist Dan McPharlin's work is fantastic and surreal. It can transport one uncomfortably away from one's comfort zones and into strange places where the imagination wonders around trying to find a foothold.













Serious Observations of a Funny World

The Old Fool and the Hot Road

The Ashva and the Nandi

The old fool had become fat has been hiding behind some invisible walls for the past few years. In fact, he was getting to be an older fool now. Life had changed and calmed down and had become peaceful. But once a fool always a fool.

The laig had been damaged for long – and the inherent laziness had made recovery very hard. But a couple of years back the operation was done and the broken ligament was replaced. In his excitement of the impending repair, the old fool had gone ahead and purchased a new bike. Not just any new bike. Such was the grandeur of this new bike, that he needed to wear high heel shoes and use a stool to get on it. All this on jittery laigs. But such is the way of fools.

The bike had been laying eggs for a couple of years with only short trips done. The odo had not crossed 3k, even. The younger fool – the same one who has shared many-a-adventures with the old fool – too got a new bike. Bright and shiny and powerful. He too had been lamenting the absence of adventure or even the smell of one.

So one fine supremely hot April morning it was decided to ride to the abode of the bald fool. As was the custom, the search for necessaries, like the keys to the abode, was done at the last minute and unusual circumstances discovered. A bit of spice had to be generated. So instead of the insane 5am departure the fools ended up with a regular 11am departure.

It was perfect weather for riding and boiling their nuts. Both riders, older one with what-not paraphernalia and younger one with loads of energy, soon made good time. Lunch was had at the Mahabaleshwar Fata. From there on to the right off the highway past Karad and towards Malkapur. By this time the temperature in the helmets had become conducive for the ear wax to melt and start coming out of the ears along with the fumes. So the fools took a break and sat among some busy ants (are there any other kind?) in the shade of some trees and contemplated.

The ride became interesting after the packed highway was left behind. The country roads are soothing to the soul (if not for the buttocks). Nearing Malkapur the energy of the younger one made them take a short detour to a grand spot. The vista was mesmerizing. A little bit of rough riding on the Himalayan and some contemplation and they were off.

Younger one got hungry so a break was taken in Amba village. There was a crazy loud procession in front of the known eatery and so a new one was sampled and discovered to be a great find. The owner was a good host and the missal pav was pretty good. By the time the food and tea were shoved down the throats, the sun had bid adieu. The Amba ghat was got down in the dark. At one point the old fool got a scare of his life as a rash car overtaking him on a blind curve had to jump left due to an oncoming lorry. *phew* life saved by a nick.

The 16km on the dark narrow winding road were negotiated and Devrukh was reached. The house needed a bit of cleaning, as is usual with abodes infrequently habited. After marking the territory, the fools set out for merriment and food. Kaka's joint of tea and contemplation. Spirituality was discovered to have become sparse in Devrukh so the company of the Old Monk was sought. Fools take to the Monk like moths to light.

A night of some spirituality and conversations and the long day ended with the fools thanking the bald fool for the abode and hitting the hay. err... bedsheets. Next day was spent in lazy slow motion with plans of travel to nearby destinations like Marleshwar being scrapped in favour of laziness. The afternoon post lunch power nap was unavoidable. The heat was intense. Evening brought minor relief. The Monk and the Fools had a longish conversation...

Another lazy day. Hot day. So hot that local vehicle drivers were driving shirtless. Being a Monday it was the Sunday of Devrukh and deathly still. Everyone was hiding in some hole away from the heat. This evening the fools did not disturb the Monk and slept early. They had to leave at the insane hour in the morrow. All the packing and locking was done.

Come 4am and they got up. Come 5.30 and they were rolling. This time it was Sangameshwar then Chiplun, Khed and Poladpur. The ride was memorable. Soon the famous Goa highway will have 4 lanes. It will be a lot safer but with less character. We saw a fresh head-on accident with a crowd of people around. These happen almost daily, especially in the holidays when people from Mumbai flock to the Konkan. Weekend drivers with severe lack of experience and too much aggression resulting from their say in the dirty city.

At Poladpur, breakfast was had and then on in the direction of Mahad. A few km before the city a right takes off towards the hills – the infamous Varandha ghat road. It was fantastic in parts and back breaking in others. Long. Finally we got to Bhor and then to Kapurhol and the highway.

The younger fool very graciously offered to take the keys back to their owners on his own and excused the old fool who shamelessly headed home.

And that was the end of a nice foolish ride of about 650km. May there be more such journeys...


Top up the fuel at a Shell pump just past the toll naka. Photo by Unmesh.


Lunch near the Mahabaleshwar fata. 'Maharashtrian' thali. It was just OK. Photo by Unmesh.


The Maharashtrian thali.



Waiting for the sun to loose its wrath. Photo by Unmesh.


The Nandi and the Ashva. Photo by Unmesh.


The Grand Vista.


Hotel Deepak, Amba


View from the Amba ghat


The Amba ghat selfie. hehehe. Photo by Unmesh.


The Salvi house. Photo by Unmesh.


Food!


Food!


A small excursion.


A new Mandir.


The outside and the inside


A branch of the 'raatamba' (kokum) tree has broken.  We harvested the fruit.


Some fun. Used the koyta on the broken raatamba branch. Photo by Unmesh.


Early morning. Ready to start. Photo by Unmesh.


Breakfast at Poladpur. Photo by Unmesh.

Varandha ghat starts


Varandha ghat starts


Black wall.


Varandha. Photo by Unmesh.


North view. This is before we crossed over inside – that's the Konkan on the left.


The customary ghat temple of Varandha.




Nira-Deoghar backwaters.


Sometime in Devrukh. Photo by Unmesh.



At the end of the trip.

Sunday Flower

“All ideologies are idiotic, whether religious or political, for it is conceptual thinking, the conceptual word, which has so unfortunately divided man.”
– Jiddu Krishnamurti

Sunday Flower

“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

Carrot Soup

 

Ingredients:
Carrots
Onions
Little bit of fresh ginger garlic paste (more garlic than ginger)
Olive Oil for cooking

Procedure:
Saute the carrots, onions and ginger garlic paste in the oil for a couple of minutes. Add a few cups of water and let it cook on low flame for about 20 minutes. After cooling, blend in a blender and sieve through a coarse sieve.

Simple. Tasty.

Clouds Study

I have recently acquired some books by Ron Ranson. I love his free style. This study is from one of his demos available on youtube.

Sunday Flower

“The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.”
~ Robert A. Heinlein

Zdislav Beksinski, Artist

“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams”
- Zdzisław Beksiński

I came across the work of this Polish artist today. The paintings are so haunting that I was compelled to explore more of his work. He can evoke the dystopian nightmare of our deepest depths.



You can explore this work too here: https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdislav-beksinski/
Wikipedia entry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zdzisław Beksiński

Suspended Animation

This is a short film I did some time back. It tries to capture a time when time almost stood still. A state of mind, really.

 Music by Chota Father. Shot at the Acharekar residence in Warje middle of one suspended night... Shot on the Pansonic LX3.

Sunday Flower

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

~ Dalai Lama