Its not necessary to praise every place you visit by sacrificing your weekend, is it? So, this time I am not going to praise it. Okay, don’t take that to mean that I have a negative recommendation for just everybody. Depends on your mood, purpose and expectations. So, just read on.
We went to this place called Shivagange, around 70 kms from Bangalore, last Saturday. There were three of us in total. We were warned that nothing suitable can be gotten for lunch there. So, I exercised my newly found cooking skills at making roti and sabji and packed it up too. In fact I had planned it even before the warning came through because of my previous trysts with South Indian food (no insults intended – its just that I do not like it) on the trips. That was the only good decision taken I suppose 🙂
Well – so this place has a rather tough climb uphill. And what you are supposed to get as a treat at the end of the terribly tiring trip is a statue of Nandi carved out of the rocks. When we had just started climbing up we saw a statue of Nandi and then laughed at ourselves at attaching too much of importance to that. The real treat was waiting up there, right? Now the place misguides you with the decent stairs made in the beginning of the climb. They end soon and all you are left with is the single option of making your way through the rocks. Some unhygienic “Ganne ka juice”, “Neembu Paani” and cucumber are the things you can console yourself with. Right when you are thinking that you have been adventurous for quite sometime by climbing through those rocks, you get to see another stair. Just that this time it is steep as hell, and many a time the steps are so small that you have keep your legs at ninety degrees to your body to let them fit it. After a while, you are simply clinging to the railings to get up. Reminds of those old Hindi Movies with an old lady clinging to whatever comes in her way and somehow managing to reach “bhagwaan ke dwaar” to pray for her son bleeding profusely in the hospital. Well – we did not have any such desperation either. Still we clinged on and climbed on. For that real treat. And when we finally reached there, we saw a statue not only much smaller than the one we had seen at the beginning of the climb, but smaller than several others you will see scattered around in the city of Bangalore too. The population density of monkeys made mockery of any plans we were still left with of eating our food at the top of the hill. We hardly felt like staying there much longer. I was so disappointed that I forgot to even look for the “Suicide Point” where Queen Shantala is supposed to have committed suicide from. Well – that’s a tourist spot – I can’t help it.
However, if you like climbing for the sake of it. Do go ahead. And its not bad for weight loss either. I lost a full 200 gms 😀