
Look for adventure and you are sure to find it. As a correspondent,
my instinct and my job have always taught me to be on the lookout.
My job profile is, "If you do not find NEWS, then go out and create
some."
The road towards Kolar, north of the city, is flanked with
contrasting landscape. Lush greenery is interlaced with stretches
of barren land studded with rocks and boulders of every shape and
size. Over centuries, the sultry mornings and the frosty nights
have transformed the rocky landscape to every shade of brown. About
60 kms from Bangalore, we saw a small hill called Dasana
Gudda with an inconspicuous temple at the top. A right turn
from the main road towards a village called Kalhalli brought
us to a vantage point, the nearest approach to our venture.
Finding
every route uphill blocked with a jungle of vegetation, we had to
literally push our way through thorny bushes. Wide fissures did
not make the journey any easier. My unexpected entry forced a snake
basking in the sun to slither away seeking refuge. The deadly encounter
put us on guard and we were cautious in approaching the tower at
the top of the hill. At some places it was a literal climb on all
fours and we had to tug our photographic paraphernalia with the
aid of a rope.
Every effort was worth it. From a distance, the hill appeared
to be very small. On reaching the top, we realised that the place
was actually higher than we had imagined. The view from up there
was splendid. The clear blue sky dotted with milky-white clouds
formed the perfect background to the brown landscape blending into
a spectacular sight. A family of chameleons darted hither and thither
on encountering us; an unfamiliar sight. A gut feeling told us that
nobody ever visited this place. We wondered why humans had abandoned
this place. We had the answer soon enough. The sanctum in front
of us lay devoid of the customary idol of worship.
Disturbed, we halted long enough to bear down the shock. The Chamaeleontidaes,
accepting us in their territory, went about their task, scurrying
around in prospect of food. Taking a different route downhill, we
encountered a couple of goats hopping merrily over boulders towards
greener pastures.
Reaching the foot of the hill, we spoke to the villagers about
the missing idol. In fact, the temple contained the idol of Thimmarayana
Swamy (Local name of Lord Venkateshwara), until
miscreants took possession of the idol, removing it from the temple.
Nobody remembers clearly when the theft occurred, but it might have
been about 70-80 years ago. From that time, people rarely visited
the place, except for the occasional shepherd or a cowherd in search
of his missing stock.
We
had a heated debating as to where the idol may have gone. Perhaps
it had become part of the collection of a private curator. Pondering
thus, we set off towards our next destination near Kolar, a place
called "Antara Gange" where a small trickle of water flows
between two Nandi's (a mythological animal associated with
Lord Shiva) 365 days a year. Never in history has it
dried up.
We had to see it to believe it.
| Text and photos by Vinod Chandra B V |
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