Nikam weds Kadam:
The original reason for our trip, Vishwa’s marriage to Priya. It was my first experience of a marathi wedding and it was an amazing experience. Vishwa with a fur hat for haldi ceremony on the day before the marriage was something altogether. The welcome ceremony for the groom from the girls side was 7 savashne* ladies applying tika on his forehead. Once he went into the marriage hall, he soon changed to a white kurta and pajama that would make any Nirma ad proud. Within a short while, Priya arrived and she too got the same savashne* ladies welcome, this time from groom’s side. The stage was already ready for the haldi cermony and both Priya and Vishwa were taken there directly. Soon there was a flurry of activity during which all lady relatives and friends applied turmeric paste to Vishwa and Priya’s face, hands and legs. They also had a tuber of turmeric tied on their wrists. The next day we went with him in a marathi style barat, with him on a horse with a sword in hand which had a lemon at its tip and a turban to go with, to the temple and back. By now, we had noticed that all guys had a gandhi topi and being as hot as it was, we didnt want to be left behind. We got ourselves our own khadi topi’s from the nearby vastralay and rejoined the barat party. For all we knew, dhurakad and dacha might have just walked out of a freedom fighters movement, the cap was such a perfect fit for their khadi kurta outfit. The party arrived at the wedding hall to a resounding welcome of fire-crackers. As the muhurtam time was getting nearer, the groom was quickly taken upto the platform and was soon joined by the bride. After the pandit finished the ceremonial shlokas for the marriage, with the exchange of garlands and tying of mangalsutra the marriage was soon over. vishwapriya as we used to call vishwa now became a reality.
*savashne lady : sumangali – tamil/telugu, married lady-english.
The Heat:
I was in Sangola/Solapur for less than 2 days, but I wont be able to forget the summer heat there for a long time to come. In Chennai, summer means sweating, sticky smelly shirts, hot chairs, and not matter what you do, you feel as if your body is melting away drop by drop litre by litre. I am used to that. After sometime the odour becomes so much a part of your life that you hardly notice it when it emerges, mixed with smell of fresh coconut oil, from the scalp of the guy standing very close to you in Bus no.12G, while you are trying to avoid the thick curly mass of oil dripping hair everytime the bus jerks and curse yourself for being taller than him at the same thankful that you are tall and dont have to avoid his arm pits. But in Sangola, there was no problem with sweaty arm pits or an assault on olfactory nerves, it was the immense heat. The room which was booked for us was Airconditioned and when we came out to board the car, it was like walking into a furnace, I felt as if my pants were on fire. It is such a dry heat that not a drop of sweat trickles down. We had to only stand near the gate until the car arrived and all I could think of at that time was running back into the room and refusing to come out. The car arrived and we got in. If standing in the sun was like walking into a furnace, sitting in the car was like sitting on the furnace and with the cool air inlet tightly shut. It took a whole ten minutes for the AC in the car to kick in and only then we started feeling a slight cool breeze and it took a lot longer to actually feel cool inside the car.
Hampi was relatively lot cooler than Sangola, but while in Sangola all we had to do was run from the shade of one building to the car to the next building, in Hampi we were roaming around in our rented TVS Xl super from one monument to another. The place was so hot and inhospitable that we had to wonder why did the Vijayanagara kings decided to set up shop here of all places in Karnataka, why not a Coorg or a Bangalore? We survived thanks to the soda shops near every monument and temple, where we had refreshing Goli soda many times and Bindu Jeera Soda once – we could never find another shop selling Bindu soda, there were shops selling different brands of Jeera soda but none was as good as Bindu soda. The Granite tiles which look very pleasing to the eye were not so pleasing on my foot, scalding them the moment I set foot on them and all the temples had scores of these tiles. We were so tired and drained by the afternoon that we slumped under a big peepul tree and slept on the grass for 20 mins.
The Food :
We had typical maharashtrian food from the moment we stepped out of Solapur railway station until Raichur station at 12 in the night the next day. We started our day in Solapur by having Puri Sabji & Vada Pav followed by sweet milky tea from ‘Shri Guruprasad’ restaurant. By lunch time we had settled down into Hotel Abhinav and the food there was amazing. We had complete 8 course meal including the most softest yummiest chapati I had ever had and wonderful variety of side dishes and tasty Kashmiri pulav (not the colored rice I am used to getting in Lumiere or 360 degree hot), with the best butterscotch icecream for desert. Dinner on the day before marriage was a wonderful marathi styled one with mouthwater sheera (kesari), vada and chapati with brinjal curry. We thought things could not get any better but it did, the lunch on marriage day was even more yummy and tasty which we gobbled up merrily and completed the course with traditional paan.
After the marriage we reached Solapur to board the trains to our respective destinations. Since the trains were delayed and we had time to kill, we decided to have snacks, this time at Vishwa restaurant, adjacent to Shri Guruprasad restaurant, where we had tasty paav bhaji and sweet creamy tea ( which one might mistake for kheer if not for the slight tea taste). Night dinner comprised of a slightly iffy samosa, Lays and vada pav with tea (the reason behind this sudden drop in food levels comes up in travel section). The next day we were in Hampi/Hospet where we enjoyed typical Karanataka style food with Paddu and Poori for breakfast at Aunty’s shop near our Gopi guest house, Jowar roti and rice meals for lunch at ‘Sri Bhavani Family restaurant’ in Kamalapur and dinner of veg pulav and chapati at ‘Moonlit’ restaurant adjacent to Prince restaurant. Last day at Hampi we had paddu again for breakfast and lunch again from Sri Bhavani aunty restaurant. Just before we boarded train to Bangalore from Hospet we had wondeful dinner at ‘Sharana Basaveshwara Bhojanalaya’ for 40 rupees per plate.
The Travel:
Fate can be very cruel at times. I can find no other explanation for the fact that our ticket from Solapur to Guntakal did not get confirmed, when out of the 4 ppl who booked all tickets in the entire journey, 3 of us were on that particular train. So me, dhurakad and nbathi along with dacha found ourselves in Solapur without a confirmed ticket with just an hour to go for the train. Our next leg of journey from Guntakal to Hospet had confirmed tickets so there was no option of looking for another train later in the night. So we bought ourselves an open ticket and asked TT if he can find us some seats or berths in Sleeper as our AC tickets did not get confirmed. At first he allowed us to sit in sleeper compartment saying he can find out by Gulbarga station but an hour later, he asked us to deboard and come in general unreserved compartment. So at 9pm on 26th April all 4 of us standing in general compartment with just enough place to stand. Gulbarga was still an hour away and we found people who were getting down there and promptly at Gulbarga we got their seats. Though we had option of sitting face to face 2 on either side, the Ant hill under one of the seats made us sit side by side. Once we had our seat we thought of dinner plans, the option of getting down at the station and finding food from the last compartment was not there, the compartment was so far off from the station centre that hardly any shops were visible let alone hawkers selling proper food. Finally we did manage to get some food. The general compartment was already crowded with people sitting all over on the floor and it became more crowded, soon six of us sitting in place of 3. Somehow each of us managed to find some comfortable position and tried to sleep the remaining 4-5 hours. But it wasn’t to be that day. Soon at Raichur around 12 in the night boarded 20 more people who were at once shouting and fighting with one another and with other passengers. Someone pushed, 3 or 4 women fell on top of the women already on the floor. It was utter chaos. Whatever little sleep I got was by now gone, but that was not my main problem, I saw a small figure had somehow crossed a sea of legs and settled in between my legs. The child might have been 4 years old and he was sleeping standing up leaning on my leg. I was already in a lot of discomfort and the arrival of the child meant I could not move my legs either side. We soon found out his name was Suman and that he had not intention of going to his mom who was sitting on the floor near the door, neither did she want her son. It was a very sorry state of affairs, I had nothing to offer ‘tirumalshetty’ suman ( as we called him that time). The only choice I had was getting up and making him sit in my place which I wasn’t ready to do so I bore the guilt of it. I tried to sleep holding him, but the next time i got up, he had plopped down on the floor and slept under our legs. He slept until we got down at Guntakal at 3:05 am, while all we could manage was try not to sleep so that we do not trample him while sleeping, while his mom kept complaining why people were keeping luggage under the seat as it was blocking her legs from stretching and slept intermittently. This train – Basava express- was one of the worst trains one could pick to travel in general compartments, it stopped every half hour for 10-15 mins to let other express trains pass through.
Fate wasn’t going to let us get away even after reaching Guntakal, our connecting train was more than an hour late and we slept on the raised platform for 1/2 hr to 40 mins until we realized that we did have a confirmed ticket this time and we can rest in waiting room. The train came only at 6:10 in the morning – a hour and 25 mins late, but it managed to catch lost time and reached only 20 mins behind schedule at Hospet.
The Ruins :
Hampi – the seat of Vijayanagar Empire could have been an awesome spectacle even if half the monuments were left untouched. But the victorious Sultans who won the war made sure they destroyed every single monument. So meticulous was the destruction that one would find it very hard to find a single idol or statue with all body parts intact. If the limbs were there, the head is missing, if the head is there, the nose is cut and in some extreme cases entire upper body is missing leaving us to guess what the statue might have been. The archaeological museum at Kamalapur near Hampi has a collection of all such statues salved from the temples and royal enclaves. We must have seen hundreds of Lakshmi Narasimha statues with limbs missing, Krishna with Gopikas with all their noses missing, Nandi without Head or limbs, Hanuman without a face. At Krishna temple and Hazarama Temple, there are statues on the gopura which have heads missing !! People actually took pains in climbing up 20-30 feet to cut off their heads. And it was not barbarous destruction with a sledge hammer but work of chisel and hammer. What must have taken a hundred years or more to carve out such beautiful temples and sculptures destroyed in a matter of years. We took 2 TVS XL super ‘bikes’ for rent and visited most of the monuments on the first day itself – ‘Kadalekal Ganesh’, Krishna temple, Lakshmi narasimha temple, BadaviLinga, Underground Shiva temple, Royal Enclave and mint, the Stepped Tank, Hazarama temple, Queens bath, Chandrashekara temple, Bhima’s gate, Jain Temple ending with Vithala temple on the banks of Tungabhadra. The terrain stretched our little tvs xl to its limits and at places where it could not climb the steeo slope, we got down and pushed up it ourselves:). The second day we crossed the river on a boat to Kishkinta – the place where Rama met Hanuman, fought with Vali in Ramayana. There we visited Anjanaparvat – Place of birth of Hanuman, Sabari Ashram, Vali and Sugreeva Cave and the place where Rama killed Vali in Ramayana, we also visited Aanegundi where there was Queen’s palace.