passion

The very passion on religion leads to destruction, may not the self, but others and things.

After-noon, nearby Ooty

By noon after return from garden, we eat the prepared lunch and left to Doddabetta, which is summit of Nilgiris, meters 2,623. The name Doddabetta adapted from the language kannada, which means Big Mountain, Dodda and betta. It’s a place we nearly get a panoramic view of the Nilgiri’s small villages, houses of Udagamandalam, far away mountains sometimes covered by mist and beneath shoals and forest like thick raised trees. This summit is an 11 km drive from ooty, climbing the road that covered by both sides of whip trees leads to this top. As we move further the cold was sensed more and the quiet path (that was more than years back when I visited) of peaceful pleasantly felt. But this time I miss them all and only polluted smoke, wrappers and traffic of vehicles left.

Good thing also happens through the vehicle crowd, that they opened another way through road which leads till observatory tower. So it was easy for my wheels to get near, having some beautiful and green views around. It was the clouds coves and opens the sky, the cool and sunshine makes different atmosphere and more changes in creation of greenswards and flowers uplift the sight, but feels artificial missing the natures view. After being there for sometime we left taking group picture before the observatory.

Next we landed on boat house in lake banks, which was crowd flowing to hire boats to go around. We sat for time pass on the bank and looking around getting over memories of past and different scenes of boat rides and people. Nearby, newly built swings and rollercoaster rides added to peoples attract and the small children park adjacent to lake now turned to be a little amusement park filled with kids. Back it holds beautiful garden with roses and music played by evening are lacking present days. On way, went round the lake road through a serene boathouse, deer park and at some corner, sighting the racecourse and view of ooty town, behind the dark clouds floating on the Blue Mountains

It was an eco-friendly street our hostel lies, which holds a rare photography gallery home and a small aquarium. On our right hill there is a tea factory; just beautifully and in night it’s bright in shining wherever you could see from. The hostel holds five to six rooms with each 4 cots and plenty of blankets, still the cold not to bear. So on second day I get the idea of something known back thought to cover the bed with daily papers for warmth, though it helps at little. As our warden said, the cold was adjustable for me the further days we stay, but not many u see, our cousins and granny started to worry about the cold. After sun down, and the moment all comes together it was more fun, and having dinner and chatting till we leave to bed.

Granny’s valediction

My grandma is retiring from her 39 years of service as a teacher in government school in Mamallapuram near Chennai, by this month end. We were attending her farewell and as well congratulate function yesterday evening, and I was feeling could I able to attend that function which I thought 39 years as teacher is not a simple act and by my wish she invited us and I went with more interest to share and by watching her most worth function in life time. If not to be my own granny, I like her so much, though she was a sibling of my grandmother and to tell mom’s aunt.

She started her carrier as a teacher in her age of 19, and she joined as a primary school teacher in mamallapuram from where she retires now. In those periods she has been moved to many schools in the region of Chengalpet a near town to Chennai. She has two sons and a daughter. Unexpected after her hubby who is also a teacher passed away and then to her often displacement on job and to our request she come to settle down near to Chennai, so we could feel of being with her.

It was the times as we children, soon the summer vacations starts our whole thoughts would be visiting her place and to be there is delight for me and bro, of the love we share with grandma, uncle and aunt – her sons and daughter, who is a year elder than me. None would be there dislike my grandma, as she is so kind and attachment to everyone and every time we visit there our memories waits in eager till we meet next time. My uncle and aunt are our best company in holidays, and we care so much each other and even the moments would be silly when we fight for no big reason. In the long run many things changed and in our heart we hold a place for them ever.

It was by 4 in evening the function was in process and more than an hour it lasted after we arrive. The colorful festoons brings a festive feel and children around to listen the congratulate speech by other teachers, headmasters of different schools wherever she served and panchayat leaders for her service as a teacher for 39 years. Finally my grandma spoke about her experience, and tales herself with students and teachers. She was near dropping tears when she tries to express how much the affection she kept on her students and their request to be there for making them learn some method easier, but I moved when she disclose her difficulty in teaching and visiting school daily. I hope she get more rest after her retirement and peace stay with memories of special moments in her carries of teacher.

After wishes, presenting gifts and the sweet words spoken about her could find a happier in her face and sure her mind must be. Just the sent-off haven’t end at school, in home she prepare for a dinner for us and to her colleague teachers who comes along with her as a custom of leaving her at home. More the clouds and rain in evening makes the moment pleasant and after we left home with satisfaction of being at a special moment of hers. In addition to wonder, the school she began her carrier and ends is to celebrate its century in 2 years which was started in 1910.

My Garden visit

After reaching Nilgiris, It was the night in that time of transitory wet lands put into signed fears of how could deal the troublesome of cold throughout our stay in dusk and dawns. I waked in the morning thinking and wishing for the sunshine to reflect its warmth to recover myself from that ever cold night. As it happens, it was our early plan of visiting the Ooty Botanical Garden which in a distance of crossing a beautiful bungalow next to our hostel. To mention this bungalow have a lovely flowering garden of varies flowers bloomed in fair, but least disappoint that publics are not permit inside. Further for me it’s a look forward to recollect memories after decade’s, to spend more times inside the Botanical Garden, viewing more flowers and green garden as much. Knowing our families who take time getting somewhere and together nothing to tell they make us delay, so I and my cousin reached the garden’s gateway and waited for our parents to arrive. We were welcomed by the police persons to kindly wary on crossing road and security near gateway enquire us (including my power wheels) and leave us inside the garden to stay somewhere till our families come and for me no tickets were brought. Very special isn’t me :)

We spent more than two hours inside the garden assort by our families, me and my fav cousin get away from others took some path getting the attractive sights and catching some beautiful pictures. Let my grandpa to sit somewhere, as he can’t walk more, we went alike and I just like getting upward on seeing more people and green grasses separating the garden and beautiful flowers along we go, and some where perished disappointed to the early rain. The time already the famous Ooty Flower Show have been over and the left over models of flower fountain and spaceship rocket stands alone in mid of less grass land, the flower show arrangements of varies flowers on a side which closed to public view, even so it was disturbing the perished flowers here and there. The glass house yet simply beautiful with small flowers around in red yellows and the greenswards which is not allowed to stay now, it’s the pleasure u see rollover there, the drops on grasses are ever stay memories of then.

Me, dad and mom

Sticks like, the sky and dark blue colors of rows of flowers I see as something special to this garden and in backdrop we get wonderful snaps with people. The garden has this pond filled by leaves and banks of these flowers even people cross it for pictures and the roads with vehicle passing often disturbs the visitors. The crowd was unexpected and we can’t move freely though we can’t blame as it was the season end. This is one place I like to visit again and again sometime unseasoned, the grass, often changing weather, the chillness wind blowing through green tall trees… let leave to the future to decide. And I feel am making my trip long here, but I like describing it here as I like remembering them again. Hope am not boring u all? :)

One… two… three…

The days ran fast, whatever I struggled
with words in this world,
I don’t know if not the blogs
where I do express myself could

And without you all, I am not at all;
simple word thanks won’t fill my heart
because am a little start in universe of blogs
got lighten from your bright stars
and what reflects me from u all
is the courage what I looked for.

Aimlessly roaming on ground - earth
ignorance brings often down
pressures within and minutes of thinking
reading show me the way onward

A day turns everything different
when surfing daily paper like
most spent their early period
I got some link, which ends me
in site called blogger, and then
am a member of this unknown web

Days moved on, comrades came on
if not those ensuing mates; I would have
ended everything later on.
I felt it was a welcome move
beginning of a new dawn to earth
connected to many people, moving in and out
some stay ever as dears in my heart
that’s not mean to anything wrong
and all stars shine, only the distance
disclose them as light and bright.

Could you find?
Three monkeys on the fence – sign. (In picture)
What am I talking now, because?
I completed three years in the blog.
Thank you all, it’s indeed only because of you all.