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Well the roads are inviting again and the wheels begggin to hit the roads...
Off I go...
The Route: B’lore - Hit the NH4 - Hassan to Chikmagalur via Belur...
Start Time: 10.30pm...a real starry nite..
The Gadgets: The leathers as usual..the head gears..a single pair of clothin(remember its the abode of the baba)..a pocket cam..misceleneous junk as usual :-) and my love -THE AVENGER -who is actually a peace lover.
The Destination - BABA BUDANGIRI...
The Motive - "See the violet carpet honour spread out from the heaven...and smell the sweet smell of nature" " the mystic one which appears once in 12 yrs"
They say the roads maketh ur personality..the well travelled one is always a learned one..well I dont kno wat that might mean, but I defenitely get a lot of learnin on my travels...
After a small break at a tea stall..and after 3 hour of slow biking, decided to take a break..Just chose an offshoot and lay on the roads staring at the starry sky..wow-o-wow what a wonderful feelin...no wonder some crazy chaps got lunatic about star gazing..gives you an elevaed feeling believe me..THE FEEL LIKE GOD factor...
and then I rode like a maniac without breaks..ah the sun was out and was shining on crisp and bright...all the nites weariness was kaput in a sec....
Mornin brk fast seeing the serenic beauty of chickmagalur...sipping nice hot coffee...
chk in a hotel in the city..
Caught a small nap...fresh again to hit the final destiny...
Nothing much enroute..except that a feeling that GOD defenitely was in a good mood when creating-architecting-designing this place...
We reach Budangiri - The story of a muslim baba who came in and created the coffee estates of chikmagalur..lot of stories go behind such amazing places..making you believe every weighed word.
Then something happened which would have happened anyways....
I totally lost sense of time .. surrounding .. and presence .. I was totally sucked into this place..
That night I just couldnt get any other pic in my mind...Thass all about baba budangiri - Datta Pita...a word of my small thought...Forget the religion..caste.. and the goddamn things and get on with life..
I mean this is not the first time I felt this - I am losing my religion...
I mean I defenitely wanna lose my religion...