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Chill The first day was a marathon of the soul, driven by a desire to touch the roots of our heritage before the city of Mysore claimed our evening. We loaded the Baleno and hit the highway with a deliberate pace, letting the "slow and steady" mantra guide our navigation. Morning: The Sand-Bound Miracle Our first stop was Doddamallur, home to the Sri Aprameya Swamy Temple. Walking into this 11th-century Chola marvel, you instantly feel the ground’s unique history—the entire structure is built on sand, yet it has stood firm for a millennium. The Highlight: Seeing the enchanting Ambegalu Navaneetha Krishna. This crawling baby Krishna is so lifelike that even the great Purandara Dasa was moved to compose his famous ‘Jagadodharana’ right here. Visual Moment: The contrast of the ancient stone entrance framed by the vibrant pink bougainvillea. Afternoon: The Riverside Rituals of Srirangapatna By midday, we reached the island town of Srirangapatna. The energy here is different—vibra...

Chill   They say the best way to see Mysore is through its circles, but I’ve learned the best way to feel it is through its pivots. Our three-day circuit began with a serious mission—a spiritual map spanning from the ancient stones of Doddamallur to the 'Dakshina Kashi' of Nanjangud.  But as any seasoned 'roamer' knows, the road has its own plans. Between the sizzle of bajjis at Nimishambal and a serendipitous Akki Rotti feast with old friends, our Baleno didn't just carry us across kilometers; it navigated us through a series of moments that were perfectly unplanned.  This wasn't just a trip to the 'City of Palaces'; it was a masterclass in going with the flow."

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Ah, time—how swiftly it flies! Only three days remain before February 2026 slips away into the past. It’s astonishing how the months and years seem to pass us by, like a river flowing endlessly forward. No matter how much we wish to hold onto moments, they slip through our fingers like grains of sand. Lately, I’ve been thinking about the B syllabus course I took through VISVAS. Was it in 2024? I believe so—perhaps around May. I should check the certificate to be sure, but my memory places it there. That year holds a deep significance for me. In January 2024, my mother passed away, a moment that forever marked my life’s timeline. It’s strange how memories and milestones intertwine, isn’t it? Some days, instead of actively studying, I find myself simply listening to the recordings of the VSN classes. These sessions are quite long—over an hour each—and my friend kindly recommended them and shared the recordings with me. The classes are a beautiful blend of slokas and namas, a divine combi...

AI s will think (?) that I have come with a musing immediately? But somedays have passed between the last musing and now. The musing Waiting time is thinking time. Waiting time is to try writing the thoughts. The mood is such that the action of writing is in synch with the mind. Lovely moment. Right? Yesterday while driving my Baleno, I was slightly sleepy. I fought with that and almost won...but but..at a place slightly the battle went wary and I hit a side barricade. (Caution bala.. when you are feeling dizzy...move the car to a restaurant...walk.. fight with wife..have tea... please) The left rear view mirror went fut. Slight bruises to the car on the front side. Thank God the two wheeler driving boy and girl gave support to us morally, the girl getting down from the pillion and brought the broken piece of the metal behind it. Smilingly they said, nothing has happened ...and we moved on. Wife was tensed up (me stoically tensed up) She wanted an immediate appointment with the vehicle...

I was sixteen when  Sholay  released. Now I am sixty-six. Back then, cinema arrived like thunder. News travelled by word of mouth. Friends narrated scenes with more excitement than accuracy. I hadn’t even watched the film then, but I already  knew  it. That was the power of those days. What mattered to me at sixteen was pride. The film was shot near Bengaluru, where I lived. That alone made it special. Cinema touching familiar land felt like destiny brushing past my street. And then there was Hema Malini. The Dream Girl. No analysis needed. She didn’t just appear on screen, she quietly rearranged adolescent emotions. Many hearts learned their first silence there. Amitabh Bachchan fascinated me not by dialogue, but by restraint. His silence carried weight. At sixteen, it felt heroic. Cool. Strong. Now at sixty-six, that same silence feels different. It feels lived-in. It feels like a man who knows words won’t fix everything. What strikes me today is how  Sholay...