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Golden Quadrilateral road trip

Golden Quadrilateral road trip

“Travelling is never a matter of money but of courage.”- Paulo Coelho

Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100

Total distance: 6216 km only . Expense : petrol rs 5620, food rs 1431 ,bike service – rs 1540

No of days: 10

Place Visited: khwaja gharib nawaz ajmer, Varanasi,Mahabodhi Temple bodh gaya
Album link: https://plus.google.com/photos/117454660176366446537/albums/6076570869096098817
Youtube: http://youtu.be/UDes3UhbxgU?list=UU6WGBHhMUEgpsh1pwGuNrgg
Camera: Nokia E63
Route: bangalore – mumbai – delhi- kolkata- chennai – bangalore
Map: 

There comes a point in a man’s life when a vision, a distant dream, a long unachieved goal seems to take precedence over each and every aspect of his life. Where everything else seems so trivial, so unworthy! When he responds to the voice of his heart and ascends above all hurdles and obstacles torise to the zenith of his passion to attain, eternal bliss!

A Rider’s Dream Well, to begin with, it’s never late to have a gaze to your past and feel how many good memories you had. Some brought you smiles, some brought you tears, some brought you pain, some brought you a few gains, but nonetheless, they always filled your little brain with memoirs to cherish for the lifetime. I had my fair share of them with the smoking tyres, burning fumes of petrol, blazing roads and the bumpy rides, the morning hues amidst the mist, the glaring sunset between the hills, and many more such memoirs, that all of us crave for. However, if I go for to rate my journey so far on a scale of 10, and how much it will take to reach at least reach to a satisfactory 7 or 8, I guess, fulfilment of the quest of your heart desires of being a free bird is the only way I can achieve to that level. When I look at holy books; Moses went to Mount Sinai to get Ten Commandments, Prophet Muhammad went to Mt. Hira to get revelation of the holy Quran. Even Buddha went to wilderness to get his enlightenment. Thus, one soul needs to be revealed to the wilderness to get to that atonement. And for a rider of the scorched roads like me, atonement through road was the only way. So there it was, a brief chat with my roomie Sunil and great desire for a golden quadrilateral road trip, made me reach closer to that feeling of atonement. Surely, it’s not going to make me free of the all he sins of the world, but surely, it will make a little less guilty of the rat race. As Sunil said, “you can always make money not memories “. So with tank full petrol and heart filled with the desire to breach the unknown path, I started my journey but still hesitant about the trip. The ever encouraging roomie said, go have fun. What better way to start your journey than amongst the morning chill and mist of the Bengaluroo weather. I started as early as morning 3.30 am. As I left for the long solo trip, my roommate was awake to wish me ride safe. With a silent prayer to lord for a safe trip & a text to her to be with me in this journey, I started my solo trip across the GQ. Early morning with empty road, one would want to push the throttle, but as mother always said, ride responsibly as a family is waiting for you back home. Thus I decided to wait for the day to break so that I can gain more speed. As I was slowly moving in the elevated expressway in Tumkur a LCV came honking and zoomed passed me with high speed. By the time I reached Chitradurga, I  saw the same LCV has met with an accident and the driver is dead. On the first day of the trip I saw death. Then I began to question myself should I continue with the trip or not. A lady biker came in RE, stopped by, and prayed for the departed soul and went by. Yes, the meaning of life is to move on. The windmills of Chitradurga look familiar as before I use to visit this highway regularly. Next stop was Dharwad for my breakfast. During a sutta break, I met a biker who was going to Gulbarga wished him a safe ride. After a long continuous riding, I stopped by Satara to have my dinner and surely the heaven provided me a clean bench to sleep next to highway. Well, you never know how the almighty plays with you in its own mysterious ways. Coincidences can be pretty surprising and amazing and surely it can be sweet. When I woke up I found the place feel familiar. Yes it was the same place I had slept during my last bike trip to Shirdi.

Bajaj Ct 100 GQ

Bike ready for GQ

chitradurga

chitradurga

maharashtra border

maharashtra border

belgaum

belgaum

I started my ride with the gleaming hues amidst the morning mists and felt, life is so simple of the ecstasies we crave. Just a little blush of that cold wind between your ears, the barren roads scraping the landscape and a lone rider in search of atonement, it could not have been any simpler than this. I reached Pune then gave a call to Chaitanya for the way forward towards Vapi to enter Gujarat. I noted down the instructions and promised him next time when I will be in town, will surely meet up. As I passed by the landscape of the Western Ghats, and the bends and curls of the mountains, the ups and downs of the hills, it could not have been more familiar to the life itself which goes through such a ride in its life time. The ride inside katraj  tunnel was that of amazement, woww and pride. I stopped by Lonavla to have the famous chikki thinking of the “Lonavle me Chikki Khayenge, waterfall pe Jayenge” of famous Amir Khan’s Aati ka Khandala Song. Then I went for sightseeing of Khandala Ghats and its adjoining areas. When I was on my way on the Old Poona-Mumbai highway, I was lost near Khopoli. Once again, to my surprise, a gentleman asked me whether I speak Kannada looking at my KA registered bike. I started talking with him in Kannada, that brother I am searching for the way to Mumbai. When he told me that he is from Udupi, I started speaking with him in tulu about which he was delighted. He told me to follow him till Panvel and then onwards he will guide me the places I have to cross in order to reach Vapi. My father always encouraged me to learn different languages, but never knew that in distant place when I was in need of help, I would find a fellow Kannadiga brother to help me out. When we reached Panvel he invited me to his restaurant for lunch. Being a foodie I could not refuse and ordered my comfort food curd rice. After lunch I noted all the landmark places I have to cross in order to reach Vapi. Crossing Mumbai was easy. Just follow any GJ truck. The view at the Vasai creek was beautiful with the saline air and the muddy water filling the greenery of marshy greenery. As soon as I reached Vapi, the Gujarat border town, I searched for the place where can I get the yellow sticker. While continuing my journey I saw a board to Daman about which I was thinking of visiting for a long time & learn about the Portuguese colony. As I proceeded I stopped midway when the thought came that I should visit this place later with my other half of the heart. Roads in Gujarat are awesome but people riding bike without helmet & speaking on phone is a disaster on wheels waiting to happen. While passing by Surat, I saw a death of such a careless riding. I had my early diner in Baroda and then rode for few miles & found a clean place next to the highway to sleep under the blanket of the celestial bodies.

new katraj tunnel

new katraj tunnel

lonavala

lonavala

vapi

vapi

khandala

khandala

Early morning, before the sun could say morning to the mist filled land, I started my ride towards Ahmadabad and saw a board to Anand. Yes, the place where Amul and its dream started, the place where a determined group of women taught new ways to do business in a different collective business environment. I just turned my bike towards Anand & went to an outlet to buy my morning Amul milk packet. I stopped at a place to have tea & was surprised to see the owner smoking chillam. I went ahead and asked, if I can have a puff of the pleasure prasad. What a better way to start than with bhole baba prasad. As I reached Ahmadabad, I gave a call to my old school mate that if can I come to her house to refresh but with silence on the other side, it was clearly a no. Then I gave a call to LJ that how I can bypass my way through the city and continue my journey. But he insisted me to wait there and told that he will be coming to pick me and not to have breakfast outside, as his mom has prepared food for me too. Truly when I am in need I always have my biker friend for rescue. He came in a few mins & then I followed him towards his home. As I reached, an array of Guajarati snacks was spread before me. As we discussed about his recent trip to Leh & about the roads of central India, I shared my plan of doing the GQ. I refreshed myself and was delighted looking at the spread of dishes his mom had prepared for me. LJ and Kiara came to drop me till SG highway and instructed me about the towns that I will be passing by. As I continued my GQ trip, LJ had assured me that any time I needed his expertise and help, he is just a ring away. While on the way I was riding slowly as I didn’t wanted to miss the place called Himmatnagar, where tropic of cancer line passes. The place is situated 10 km before the town. I have seen this place picture many a times before of the riders who on the way to Leh stopped here to click the picture. As I entered Rajasthan, the first sign I saw a board was that of desi alcohol being sold there. Yes, truly a welcome back to civilization. As I reached Udaipur the city was magnificent, the palaces & fort were beautiful, some day when I would have the moolah will take my princess for a stay in these heritage hotels. On my way to Ajmer, late evening I decided to take rest on a small hill top amidst the stars in the sky and the clouds playing its hide and seek with the moon. Sometimes, it feels just like a few moments of life which keeps on playing its hide and seek with the search for the goals of life. When I woke up next morning to the sweet chirping sound of the birds I was delighted to see so many peacocks nearby as if the angels of heaven were protecting me during my sleep. The sight of the peacocks beside my hazy sleepy eyes could not have been more breath taking. I readied myself for another day to the unknown an adventure and moved steadily for the famous Ajmer Dargah. Late afternoon I reached the Ajmer dargah. A visit to this place has long been pending in my list of To-do things. And finally I got a call from the famous saint. I went to the cloak room to keep my bag but it was full. So I asked him how much extra do I needed to pay for keeping my bag. He told a price and my search for Howard Roark man of integrity continues. As I went inside the dargah, I felt very fortunate that, during namaz time, I was inside the inner sanctum of the dargah and offering my prayer. I hoped to get a call to visit here again soon. Then I called up Sukesh, my IHM college junior that I will be in Jaipur in evening and if we can meet up. He was eager to meet. So when I reached Jaipur, I gave him a call. As we met after a long time we went to a bar to have some chilled beer & discuss about our good old times. Before I departed, we went to the famous Rawat hotel to have kachori & he gave me a big box of sweets. Feeling very tired after the day I went to spend my night in Jaipur railway station. Well, station can be a comfort at times when you most need it. I started the day after a long and peaceful sleep.

tropic of cancer himmatnagar

tropic of cancer himmatnagar

Love Joshi & kiara

Love Joshi & kiara

rajasthan border

rajasthan border

 

anand gujarat

anand gujarat

mile stone

mile stone

mile stone

mile stone

Samaresh & Sukesh at rawat hotel jaipur

Samaresh & Sukesh at rawat hotel jaipur

khwaja garib nawaz ajmer sharif dargah

khwaja garib nawaz ajmer sharif dargah

In the early morning, when the city was yet to be decorated with the gleam of the sunlight, I started my ride. But soon, I was lost in the walled city. As I was admiring the beauty of the illuminated fort entrance, a cop came and enquired about my presence here at this odd hour I told him that I am on way to Agra but have lost my way. He told me to follow his jeep till the highway. The roads connecting Jaipur and Agra are as smooth as a hot knife in butter. I reached Agra and I had just one thing in my mind to check out, the famous Taj, one of the seven modern wonders of the world. But as I parked my bike, my heart started weeping with a feeling of a lone rider, not only in this journey, but in the journey of life as well. I felt the need of a companion who could have been there with me for my journey of the life. May be this wishes can be fulfilled later. I thought, I should visit this place with my dumbo & together we will admire the beauty of this place. Mumtaz must have been really beautiful or Shah Jahan must have really loved her, whatever must be the case, he gave the world a sure monument of love to be desired by all the hearts that beat for someone. I continued my journey and near fatehpur sikri I did my engine oil change and like all my distracters and friends, the mechanic was surprised that I am doing a GQ in Bajaj CT-100 bike. On the way to Kanpur, the highway traffic was as heavy as the forests of the Amazon Basin. I was surprised when I saw 4 adults were on a single bike on the highway. Saw a chunu munu ke papa riding at 70 kmph with biwi and may be shali without helmet and speaking on the phone. Kuch to hamari safety ka bhi khayal karo. Fatigue had started taking its effect and I was unable to ride further. I found a place next to the highway and slept, with the thoughts of the few tears rolling down at the Taj Mahal, the well-being of my basanti and few other hazy starry thoughts crossing my minds under the starry night. The next morning was just another beautiful morning with the misty air, gleaming red sunshine and heart filled with adventures and hope. Crossing Allahabad was easy as the bypass is one of the best stretches of highway I have ridden. I reached Varanasi early afternoon. I Called up Doulos Jose to check if he had visited this place and what can be done to spend the evening he told about ghats and ganga arti in evening is not to be missed. I went straight to the harish chandra ghat without knowing its history. When I saw so many bodies burning on the funeral pyre, I broke down a little. Life must be coming to a full circle at this place. Well, the view only made me feel to achieve as much as possible before the circle ends. On enquiring about the Ganga Arti Ghat, I went to the Dasaswamedh Ghat. As ganga arti started, the chants of shlokas and hymns, along with the big diyas in the hands of the pundits captivated me. What I had seen in NatGeo was now being experienced in real. I met a Spanish couple, and after a brief chat about our adventures, we went together for a foodie trip. First stop was Pehelwan ki Kachodi where we had kachoris with subji and jalebi then next stop was Baba’s Thandai. Everything was soooooo yummy!! As I chewed on the famous paan of banaras and roamed in the streets, I remembered the famous song of Amitabh Bachchan movie DON, “O khai ke paan banras wala”. Late in the night, I bid good bye to my evening fiend and went to Varanasi railway station to sleep. Early morning as I started my ride after crossing sasaram I stopped by to have tea with hot Bhojpuri song playing in the shop I drank my tea with a bidi smoke. Soon I reached bodh gaya and went straight to the Maha Bodhi temple to do meditation under the tree where Buddha had attained enlightenment. I felt fortunate as I meditated with the chants of monk filling the serene and peaceful sanctity of the temple. Early evening I reached Dhanbad, and with nothing to see except for the stories of Gangs of Wasseypur in the distant corner of my mind, I went straight to the railway station to sleep. As I craved in for some proper rest for next day ride, I thought about my travel through the worst road of west Bengal. I called up an old friend, Samba Sengupta about the route & noted down the instructions. The day began as usual, but it definitely seemed the arduous journey was taking its toll a little. But with the same fervour and Zeist as it was on the initial day, I started. But soon, the mood dampened seeing the road condition which was no different from the fabled road like Om Puri’s face (with no disgrace to his acting skills off course).The highway were narrow in West Bengal. As I reached Kharagpur in the afternoon I stopped by to check my tire and was surprised to find 3 nails. Well, some gifts from every state, and I had these three nails from the famous highways of Bengal. I went to a puncture shop & got it removed. He also had the same bike so I asked him about any nearby place where I can have my oil change. He told he will get it done and I thanked him for the service. As I entered Odisha, I went straight to a dhaba to have rice and fish curry. After all there was a big difference of being in India and being in Odisha. Somewhat, you feel that being in home kind of feeling no matter where and what you have been doing. After riding the treacherous roads of West Bengal I felt so exhausted that I was unable to ride and I went to Balasore railway station to sleep.

kanpur

kanpur

fatehpur sikri

fatehpur sikri

mahabodhi temple bodhgaya bihar

mahabodhi temple bodhgaya bihar

harishchandra ghat varanasi

harishchandra ghat varanasi

bhubaneswar

bhubaneswar

Dahibara-Ghuguni-Aludum

Dahibara-Ghuguni-Aludum

Hosur border

Hosur border

rushikulya olive ridley

rushikulya olive ridley

Early morning, the earthy smell of the soil, the fresh mist surrounding the brazen paddy fields, the view of the red shine from the eastern horizon, the resplendent roads, and morning chills, well home always felt home. As I was to cross Cuttack, I gave a call to Lutan who was my roommate in Bholanath mess. I asked him if I can come over to his home to refresh. He readily agreed and I reached and we discussed a little about the journey and the adventure. I got served with hot parathas and fry but he insisted not to miss out on the famous “Dahi Bara- Aludum”. After getting refreshed we went near to Barabati stadium to have yummy dahi vada aloo dum . As I regained some sanctity from the desi food, I started my journey. Lutan had told me about chilika dhaba where one gets yummy crab curry before I cross over the border. As I reached chilika I went straight to chilika dhaba to have rice and crab curry. Before crossing the border I filled my tank as price would be increasing significantly. After heavy lunch and endless adventures, my mind was somewhat taking the toll of the journey. I was feeling very sleepy while I rode. So I rode slowly and as the dusk approached I had few close encounters. So I parked my bike in a temple near Srikakulam and slept in the portico. In the night, the priest of the temple came to wake me and provided some food and comfort. Sometimes, you really feel the simplicity of India is its true achievement in this modern world. As the dawn begun to appear from the eastern horizon, I started to leave thanking the priest and seek his blessings for a safe trip back home. Andhra Pradesh road are one of the best roads in the country. I maintained my constant speed. As it was hot, I frequently stopped to have my tender coconut water. With the moon brightening the sky, I reached Ongle, went to the railway station and slept. A new dawn and a new journey was ready for the day. I started my ride till I reached Vijaywada and stopped for lunch of Rs 60 and you get an unlimited south indian meal with few pieces of yummy chicken pieces. After that, I continued riding and reached Chennai, but as usual I was lost in the lanes of anna nagar. Then with the help of an auto driver, I got the way to reach Bangalore. With nothing but the feeling to end this journey at the earliest I rode until I reached Bangalore. As I approached the Hosur border with the sight of welcome to Karnataka border gate, tears filled the eyes and the overwhelming feeling of achieving a 7-8 on the rating of my life. Yes, the joyous moment of having the feeling that I have completed my GQ in my nimble Bajaj CT 100. May be this could be one of such moment of realizations. When I reached my home my roommate congratulated me on my successful completion. The trip was filled with lots of learning. The nights with the cloudy skies and moon, the morning mist with the peacock, the wind of the dawn, the fumes of the tires and burning road, the people and the varying culture of the lands, the tastes of the diversity, the help and wishes of the people I met, the road and, in short, the life itself. Life is as you see it is full of simplest desires. Live it simple, and you will always have a fulfilling and satisfied life. As my journey had begun with the sole intention of achieving and creating some memories, I returned as someone with memories, memoirs, tears filled in heart, hope, respect and last but not the least, learning’s of the life. In short, “Life can be short, so spend it wisely.

This ride wouldn’t be possible without your help.

Sunil Pradhan,Love Joshi,Chaitanya Vedak, Samba Sengupta & power motors yeshwanthpur.

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5 Places to Buy Travel Backpacks Online in India

Some things as basic as backpacks can be ridiculously expensive. Those that are cheap are just downright bad quality. And you wonder where you should go to buy a good travel backpack. You’ll be using it every day, so you want it to be of a great quality but also of a reasonable price. And you want it carry all your things and most importantly you want it to suit your style! Look no further and check out the following sites and find that backpack you wanted!

  1. Flipkart– a wide range of prices and great quality bags! Browse through the backpack section and narrow down your search to your budget and you’re sure to find what you want and avail of the discounts! There are over 2000 backpacks, you’re choice is definitely there. flipkart-offers
  1. Jabong– a narrower variety of backpacks but still of good quality. Browse through bags from Cherokee, Wildcraft, Ruggers Gear and Harissons. Jabong provide you with new range of travel backpacks of many styles! They’re stylish and useful and definitely within your budget. Look through the 246 bags and find the one you love! jabong-deals
  1. Myntra– Great discounts and offers here with great backpacks to choose from! Decide your budget and look at the backpacks accordingly. Myntra has brands range from Puma, Wildcraft, Kook and Keech, Converse to Red Chilli. Be sure to avail of the discounts as well.  Totally there are 845 bags, there is a wide range of choice! myntra-offers
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If you want to avail of more discounts and offers on travel backpacks, be sure to go to http://www.dealstan.com. They have so many exciting deals for you! Check out the deal of the day and various offers from them! Shopping has never been so chilled out. Happy shopping!

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Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel

In search of Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel

Gustav Hermann Kruniegel

Gustav Hermann Kruniegel

Cubbon Park has always been a city that brings the nature out of any person coming to or living in the city we all dearly call – the garden city. But how the city got its name is still a talk in the folklores. Many claim many stories, but the truth was realised in one of the marathon training session in the Cubbon Park. Gustav Krumbiegel, a name that is hardly known to any in the city, is the person who had the vision to make this city the garden city. He was a horticulturist by profession but more than that, he was the architect of many famous gardens in India namely Kamati Baug, Vadodara; The Govt. Botanical Garden, Ooty and our very own, Lalbagh Botanical Garden, Bangalore. His association to this city is nothing sort of destiny. The folklore goes by the story that once the King of Mysore & the King of Vadodara were playing cards, and the King of Vadodara lost the game. Impressed by the Kamati baug of Vadodara, the king of Mysore asked for the services of Mr. Gustav as the prize for winning the game. He undertook the work of beautifying the province of Mysore which included Ooty & Bangalore. He joined Mysore State Service in 1908 as curator of the Botanical Gardens in Lalbagh. He planted various flowers in the garden serially so that the garden is always filled with flowers. For example, ‘tree of gold’ or Tabebuia Argentea, is one of the early bloomers coloring the city with its bright yellow flowers. Another brush of yellow comes from the yellow silk cotton or ‘arasinabooruga’. The Tabebuia Rosea and Queen’s Flower added a dash of pink and purple colour respectively. Later I came to know that this great man not only lived here, but also breathed his last here. I contacted Dr. KJS Chatrath, one of India’s leading experts on Colonial cemetery for the details regarding his cemetery so that I could atleast pay homage to the architect of the garden from which the garden city is named. With details regarding his cemetery in Hosur Road and with the help of the keeper of the cemetery, I finally found the grave of this great man whose efforts have led to many of us at peace & happiness during our visit to the garden. Finally, I could locate the great man’s grave buried under an African Tulip tree (his favourite) resting in peace and galore upon from the heaven to see the many happiness that the garden provides to its denizens. A few drops of the pearl from the eyes is the best I could pay homage to a man for whom we know this city as the “Garden City”.

arasinabooruga

Arasinabooruga

Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel Grave

Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel Grave

Tabebuia Rosea

Tabebuia Rosea

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Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel

born December 18, 1865 & died February 8, 1956

Text on the grave stone :The brave domb that did their deed and scorned to blot it with a name men of the plain heroic breed that loved heavens silence more than fame.

Grave location: Hosur road cemetery,gate 1, plot 6 ,row 7 ,grave 6

Album link: https://picasaweb.google.com/117454660176366446537/GustavHermannKrumbiegel?authuser=0&feat=directlink

Dr. K.J.S Chatrath blog : http://gravematters.in/

“We will be known forever by the tracks that we leave”.- Native American Proverb

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Nandi Hills Bangalore

Bike Trip Nandi Hills Bangalore

“The true joy of life is the trip.” ~Robert J

Participant: Pooja, Samaresh,Samir, Nitin

Route : Bangalore – Hebbal Flyover – Bellary Road -Nandi Hill

Distance : 60 Km

Album Link : https://plus.google.com/photos/117454660176366446537/albums/5403609485393482705?banner=pwa

Early days in Bangalore, and four strange souls united by adventure met and soon what became apparent as soul buddies. Evenings and days were spent with each other dozing around at the lazy Bangalore weather and endless casual talks. One such evening, with filter coffee in the hands under the gloomy sky of Bangalore, madness crept into Samir’s mind to see a beautiful sunrise, and that too in Nandi hill. I was certainly up for it, and it was a matter of convincing the other two for the same. And it didn’t take long to do so. The plan was to set out of Bangalore by 2 AM, and so we did, taking our dearest Pooja along. We left the town with chillness but surely freshness in the air.  The view from the Hebbal flyover has never looked so beautiful, and we were amazed by its sight on a serene night. We rode slowly taking frequent tea breaks to recharge and enjoy our ride. We reached the base of the hill when it was still dark and the sun a hour or so to gleam into the sky. We got our self ready for the steep hill ride through the early morning fogs and dodgy bendy roads. A short stop to take the blessings from the temples dedicated to Sri Ugra Narasimha and Sri Yoga Narasimha with the small Kalyani pond within the premises. We headed to explore the place well maintained with a garden & a rest house. There were various food options available which came as a relief and was surprised to find a repeater set up on the hill having call sign VU2RSB. We grabbed a cup of coffee & headed to Tippu’s Drop to wait for the sun rise. And as the sun rose at the distant horizon with clouds below, the feeling was WOWWWW. And as if that was not enough, we saw Para-jumper of IAF jumping from the planes. A near perfect way to start the day. Soon, we left the place, with a promise to return back. Yet to fulfil that promise again, but soon will do. We may have moved on with the race of life, but friends, lets meet up for the sake of old times. As I pen the words sitting on the steps of HDFC bank stair case, CMH Road, I hope that I keep my promise to the the hills, the fogs, the roads and to the moments.

on way to nandi hill bangalore

on way to nandi hill bangalore

Nandi Hill Bangalore

Nandi Hill Bangalore

Nandi Hill Bangalore

Nandi Hill Bangalore

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chikka tirupathi

Bike trip to chikka tirupathi
Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100
Total distance: 80 km
No of days: 1
Place Visited: chikka tirupathi
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Camera: Nokia E63
Youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKsMio_66RU
Route:Sarjapur road – sarjapur town ( market / bus stand ) – left turn – Chikka tirupati
map link:

After finishing lunch it was time to head back home when i saw a sign board of distance to chikka tirupathi, when i ask my friends to accompany me they refused . The question of doing the trip alone or not was bothering me, so as my favorite travel blogger nisha ( http://www.lemonicks.com/Travel/ )always said when your friends ditch Don’t postpone your plans..Make it a solo voyage and discover the life that make the square miles of a political boundaries human..Learn that cities are confines and people are kind, and that a biker is never alone on the road… . As i have already visited tirupati & bangaru tirupati only this place was remaining so i followed the sign board trail till the sarjapura taluk the road was nice , after that it was pot hole for few km but the surrounding country side was breathtaking till the eye could see only marigold flower farm. Chikka Tirupathi in Kannada means Small tirupati temple & it is a miniature version of Lord Venkateshwara temple of tirupati in Andhra Pradesh. Had my darshan & a long chat with the lord Balaji .It was time for me to head back home .

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

Samaresh @ chikka tirupat

Samaresh @ chikka tirupati

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

Samaresh @ chikka tirupathi

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Naganatheshwara temple begur

Bike trip to Naganatheshwara temple begur
Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100
Total distance: 84 km
No of days: 1
Place Visited: Naganatheshwara temple
Album link: https://plus.google.com/photos/117454660176366446537/albums/5718282900372031809?banner=pwa
Camera: Nokia E63
Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilpKtG8Pljs
Route: Madiwala- bomanahalli – Begur main road
Imp info: from bomanahalli signal turn right into begur main road continue straight temple will b on the left side
Highway:Hosur Road ( NH 7 )
map link:

When one of my friend notified me that he had moved to his new apartment , so being a weekend i went ahead to give him a surprise . As far my knowledge begur is a village but when i reached that area was in a surprise this small little hamlet has developed . Saw a small sign board of the temple being heritage & restored by INTACH , as a curious child i went ahead to check out the Shiva temple which is believed to be 1200 years old .The temple is in a dilapidated condition. There was a lone caretaker of the temple site , i offered him coffee & cigarette .He narrated me about the rich history of the temple . This is where a 9th century inscription was found which first makes mention of the name Bengaluru .This temple & four other near by temple constitute Panchalingeshwara temple . A unique feature of this temple is the idol of Surya Murthy ( Sun) facing west.

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Panchalingeshwara temple

Samaresh @ Panchalingeshwara temple

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

Samaresh @ Naganatheshwara temple begur

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Pyramid valley

Bike trip to Pyramid valley
Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100
Total distance: 98 km
No of days: 1
Place Visited: Pyramid Valley
Album link https://picasaweb.google.com/117454660176366446537/PyramidValleyBangalore#
Camera: Nokia E63
Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfitvBOYj8M
Route: Bangalore – kanakapura road
Highway:NH 209
map link:

Got a facebook event notification about full moon meditation happening in pyramid valley . So early morning went ahead to check out the place . As soon i crossed banashankari temple  signal WTF all the greenery of kanakpura road has vanished to urbanization the green  cover replaced by high rise apartment. A short ride later i reached the place , first i check out the information center where they showed us a clip about the benefits of meditating under the pyramid .Then searched the way to cafeteria had a light breakfast & soak my self in lap of nature . After doing a 30 min meditation under the pyramid whether i have reached enlightenment that only time will tell . As they provide free lunch which i could not resist, So after having  yummy south Indian lunch i head back home .

Samaresh @ Pyramid Valley

Samaresh @ Pyramid Valley

Samaresh @ Pyramid valley

Samaresh @ Pyramid valley

Samaresh @ pyramid valley

Samaresh @ pyramid valley

Samaresh @ pyramid valley cafeteria

Samaresh @ pyramid valley cafeteria

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Tataguni Roerich Estate

Bike trip to Tataguni Roerich Estate

Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100

Total distance: 174 Km

No of days: 1

Expense: Priceless

Place Visited: Tataguni Roerich Estate

Camera: Nokia E 63

Album Link:https://picasaweb.google.com/samareshbiswal/TataguniRoerichEstate#

Route: Bangalore-kanakpura highway

Highway: NH 209

Riders ride, but its not always have to be on road. Sometimes, a riders heart can take pleasure form just a 10 minutes ride on a nice chilly ride with the red sun shining in the eastern horizon and sometimes, its just in the company of some historical moments that will lead to some kind of redemption to the daily tired soul.

I not only go out when my riders soul tell me to ride, but at times, even my empty stomach says, lets go for a ride and have something to enjoy (actually was too lazy to cook). I left home for Hotel Vasu, one of my favourite food joint on the kanakpura Road. But by the time I reached, except for the delicious smell, nothing else was having a place to rest and eat there. So I decided to parcel vangi bhath and decided to simply return. However, as I have interest on any past history with little colours in it, Tataguni Estate was one o such property with disputed history and landscape. I had a faint recollection of the painter (Svetoslav Roerich)and his beloved wife(Devika Rani). Though the property is sealed by the order of the Supreme Court, one can always rely on Karnataka Police’s honesty to get a preview for some bucks. Its huge and a beautiful estate. I decided to have my lunch beside a lake in the company of the cranes and nature’s silence. By the look of it, it has been very well maintained. I was interested in visiting the studio, but the govt seal was too strong to break. There is an oil extracting plant which is also shut down. But above all, one can always drink and bask upon the serene beautiful and pristine environment of the estate and help himself to get some redemption.

Samaresh @ Tataguni RoerichEstate

Samaresh @ Tataguni RoerichEstate

Samaresh @ Roerich Memorial

Samaresh @ Roerich Memorial

Samaresh @ Lake Roerich Estate

Samaresh @ Lake Roerich Estate

Samaresh @ Roerich Residence

Samaresh @ Roerich Residence

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Nrityagram

Bike trip to Nrityagram

Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100

Total distance: 84 Km

No of days: 1

Expense: Priceless

Place Visited: Nrityagram

Camera: Nokia E 63 (Thank u Manohar Sir Jee)

Timings: Tuesday to Sunday from 10AM – 2PM

Album Link:http://picasaweb.google.com/samareshbiswal/Nrityagram#

Route: take the Bangalore-Pune highway (National Highway # 4; also known as Tumkur Road) At Dasarahalli (after you pass Yeshwantpur and Peenya), you will see the ECIE factory on the left.Across the road on the right, is a large black glass-covered building. Immediately after these, there is a right turn to Hessaraghatta. On the Hessaraghatta road, follow signs to Nrityagram it is 35 kms from Bangalore and 5 kms from Hessaraghatta.

By the time I wake up everybody of my tribe (bikenomads) had left the town for hogenakkal falls. So I started towards tumkur road for a short breakfast ride. What caught my eye was the sign board of nrityagram.Which is a dance gurukul (based on Guru-shishya parampara) for various Indian classical dances, consisting of seven gurukuls for the seven classical dance styles established by Protima Gauri. The route is split between quiet roads through fields of maize, passing cattle and mud houses & over gently rolling country roads. Saw odissi dance for 30 min was bowled over. As it was 2 pm & time for outsider to leave I went to taj kuteeram for a sumptuous buffet lunch. As the time came for me to leave this idyllic village of dance with the words of Protima Gauri echoing “I am just a dreamer. I come and I go.”

Samaresh on way to Nrityagram

Samaresh on way to Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Odissi dance Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Odissi dance Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Temple Nrityagram

Samaresh @ Temple Nrityagram

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Bike trip to shirdi

Bike trip to shirdi

Man & Bike: Samaresh Biswal & Bajaj CT 100

Total distance: 2359 Km

No of days: 4

Expense: Rs 2577 (Petrol Rs 1860, Food Rs247,Misc Rs470)

Place Visited: Shirdi & shani shingnapur

Album Link: http://picasaweb.google.com/samareshbiswal/JourneyMemories#

Route: Bangalore-tumkur- chitradurga  – davangere – hubli – dharwad – kolhapur – satara – pune – ahmednagar – shingnapur – shirdi

Seasons & seasons, I have embraced the road as my home & have flocked all the scenes it has endeared me upon – mountains, rivers lakes, & rains. But the adventurous soul needed some more but this time with peace. Mind boggled upon various possible ventures, but none could tingle my adventurous bone except one, Bengaluroo-Shirdi-Bengaluroo trip. Whole 2359 Kms of adventure between the hills & mountains of mahabaleswar, the blooming Mustard field of devanagere and the scenic forts & mountains of Pune. The ride would surely be pleasurable, peaceful & adventurous enough. I set my sights, bag & bike to reach Sai Baba & seek his divine blessings.

Samaresh @ maharashtra border

Samaresh @ maharashtra border

Stardate: [-28] 03485.00: after too many hectic days at office, I applied for a 10 day leave. I had made my preparations to leave for my hometown to see my parents & just chill down eating the desi foods. But somehow the night before I was to leave for Odisha, heart craved for something peaceful. I had this desire for a long period to have a trip to Shirdi Sai where people flock like ants. The next morning, instead of the iron wheels, I opted for the rubber ones & once again the smell of the burning rubber filled my aesthetic. I took the name of Sai baba, left the city early to feel the fresh air & avoid traffic. The road was not pleasant from Devanagare to Dharwad, but a roadie like me doesn’t care the turf. Besides, the yellow blooming flowers of mustard made the vision more than pleasant. The song of Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jaana Sanam played through my mind, somewhere, I missed her. But road beckoned me more than anything else. With perfect sunshine & perfect wind, I blazed through the road without much hesitation. Had a late breakfast at Dharwad & then the tyres burned again. Panaji was only 165 Kms away from Dharwad, but Sai baba’s call was much stronger than the beaches. So I said to myself, “May BE later”. I drove til afternoon, to refuel myself. Found a Punjabi dhaba in Belgaum to get some much needed energy. Ordered Roti, dal & egg burji. But WTF, Dal was red, & curry leaves in burji. After an awful meal, I moved along & reached Kolhapur by dusk. Found a neat place to sleep jst few kms from Satara. 707 Kms on Day 1. Not Bad at all for a nimble soul like Bajaj CT-100.

Samaresh @ Katraj Tunnel

Samaresh @ Katraj Tunnel

Stardate: [-28] 03490.00: Wake up early started the ride @ 5.30 am. A typical Maharastrian welcome of rain was bestowed, but a wild soul like mine was not bothered about what came down. Drenched in rain, I continued to explore the road. All along the road, I can see sugar canes & sugar canes & sugar canes. Reached the outskirts of pune late morning & gave a call to Lutu, who moved to Navi Mumbai recently. But time was not enough to meet him. So just gave him a call & carried his wishes wth me. Before entering the city of pune, I passed through a tunnel, which was surprisingly first tunnel of my life. As soon I came out of it, the waterfall at the side & the sceninc beauty of pune took my heart out. Awesome! Reached pune city & the traffic was chaotic people were ride as if they were the only 1 on the road. No road sense at all. Asked the auto driver on my way 2 ahmednagar. Then called up ace photographer Harshad Sharma that I am in town. So lets catch up. Met him at the desired Rendezou point & we went for a short ride. We reached the cafe & started discussing photography & bike trips. He gave me a crash course on better photography & a lot of my basics were cleared. Bid him goodbye & went on my way 2 shani shinghnapur. Since it was Saturday, it was too crowded. The road condition was horrible, & i could have started a fish farming in the water filled craters there. Offered my puja & went 4 a village sightseeing. I was a bit surprised to see that there was no doors in the houses. They believed that Sahni Dev will protect their houses form any kind of mishaps. I carried on with my journey & then reached Shirdi late in the evening & got the accommodation in Sai Prasad. Had a quick diner and went on for a nice & cozy sleep in the serenity of Sai Baba’s blessings.

Harshad & Samaresh (Bike nomads)

Harshad & Samaresh (Bike nomads)

Samaresh @ shani shingnapur

Samaresh @ shani shingnapur

Stardate: [-28] 03495.00: Woke up at 2.30 & refreshed myself. By 3.30am I was in queue for the early morning aarti. As I entered the inner sanctum of the temple I was spell bound by the beauty of the place offered my prayers 2 baba & collected th udi. By 6.30 am, I was on my way back 2 pune. Called up ravi who was my batch mate in IHM to inform him about my visit. He insisted to stay on & I obliged. Met him after a long period & I got an opportunity to know the maharashtrian people much more closer. Had an awesome lunch at their home & then we moved for some sightseeing and fun in the evening. Took proper rest & gorged upon some more Maharashtrian Cuisine as dinner.

Samaresh @ Shirdi

Samaresh @ Shirdi

Samaresh & Ravi (IHM Buddies)

Samaresh & Ravi (IHM Buddies)

Stardate: [-28] 03500.00: Had an authentic maharastrian breakfast (poha) and then bid farewell 2 all. Left the city early, but was lost in the twists & turns of the city. After some crucial help from the auto drivers, I was able 2 find my way out. The climate seemed just about perfect with the sun shining between the creeks of the clouds & the sweet wind just about blowing as pleasant as ever. The return trip seemed getting passed by as early as possible. As the trip ended, the bond between an old biker & his old machine has became more stronger & stronger. With a promise that I will conquer the roads till the last breath, I lie down to wear off my tiredness, late at 4 AM.

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