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Timeline – Stone Age

The sun has risen few hours back. A primitive man walks out of his cave. He is dressed in animal skin and is seen yawning after a long slumber. He breathes out and smells his breath against his palm. He grunts at the foul smell.  He rubs his eyes and walks to the nearest babul tree, breaks the bark of the tree and chews it between his teeth. He scowls at the strange taste and again smells his breath. He is not satisfied with the result.

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It was my maternal grandmother’s first death anniversary, me and my cousins travelled to offer our prayers to the clan deity Lord Shiva. A forty five minute ride from Sivakasi, Tamilnadu in an auto rickshaw took us to the Koodamadayar Temple in Puthupatti on the banks of River Arjun. Kooda meaning basket and adayar meaning closed in Tamil. Legend states a villager stumbled on to this place and blood started oozing from the land. He covered the place with his basket and left for the day. Later people lifted the basket to find a shiva linga under it. A temple was built at the same place and since then eighteen Tamil communities worship the lord. During the 1970s the Arjun river was in spate and the bridge above it was in floods. Today there isn’t a single drop of water in the river. Beside the Shiva temple is an Ayyanar statue or guardian god. The statue of Ayyanar is colourful with a sword in hand riding a white horse.  He is one amongst the numerous deities who belong to the Hindu pantheon. It is told he is the protects the village from all sort of evils. Normally Ayyanar temples are found in the fringes of the villages. Read More

As I parked my car and walked into the building I saw a cycle rickshaw beautifully decorated with colourful flowers. I walked up the stairs to find myself surrounded with murals of flowers on the wall. Flowers seemed to rule the theme. I was greeted by three ladies in black as they asked our choice of seating.  I had come down for dinner and also to have some gala time with my family. Malaka Spice Restaurant opened in Koragaon Park, Pune in 1997. Recently they had opened up in Baner, Pune and that was where I had dropped by over the weekend.

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It had been an early day for me. I had woken up at 3 a.m. in the morning to board my flight to Chennai from Pune. Hazy eyed I boarded the flight at 5:30 a.m. I was on my way to Madurai, the temple city of Tamilnadu and had to spend couple of hours in Chennai. As soon as I had settled on my seat I was off to sleep. The week long ill health had taken a toll on me. When I woke up I realised we were mid way to Chennai and in half an hours time we were to land in the erstwhile city of Madras. White puffs floated like a endless bed of cotton as the azure sky met at the horizon.

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He stood in all his resplendent with a smile glowing on his face. The peacock feather fluttered in the gentle breeze as the soft music of the flute filled the room with an uncanny feeling. The lilting music was melodious and brought peace in every restless soul. After what seemed an eternity he stopped playing the instrument.

His face had the composure of  still water and serenity of the woods. He looked at me with compassion and said, ” My child I am very pleased with you and would want to reward you. Ask me five black things that you wish for and you shall get them”. I was pleasantly surprised and also amused. Surprised that why in the world was he happy with me, any ways lucky me? Amused that he wanted me to state five black things. Why should it be black specifically?

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It was my first international trip with the kids. They were excited and very eager to get the most of the trip. We had left Pune to reach Kochi (Read : My initial impressions of Kochi) thereafter to the land of Lion City – Singapore.

This island country is a melting pot of various Asian communities. We had booked a hotel in Little India which is the centre to the cultural pot-pourri of the South Indian community and its thriving Indian restaurants mushroomed across the entire street. As I set my foot on the streets of the locality I wondered for a moment if I was in Tamilnadu.

The roads hustled and bustled with the heavy traffic, horns and the continuous clatter of human voices. I could see people from all walks of life be it the Chinese, Sri Lankans, Indians, Malay or the Thai walking down the streets, crossing roads, heading to the shopping centres or the restaurants. From the nearby Perumal (Lord Vishnu) temple I could hear the chants of the vedas and shlokas, street vendors sold artefacts, knick knacks, the open ground in the city centre was brimming with action and the pleasant fragrance of jasmines and roses from the flower shops filled the streets. I felt at home and loved the cacophony and the commotion. As I walked past Saravana Bhavan I could smell the punjent aroma of the sambar wafting across the road.

It was humid and hot when it suddenly started to rain. But then it rained through the sun like a typical tropical weather. I could feel the sweat run down my spine. Amidst this hullaboo I waited for the taxi to arrive. We had booked for a chauffeur driven 7 seater taxi to transport me, my kids, in laws and dear hubby to the Universal Studios. Yes you heard me right we were thrilled to visit the place but for that moment the weather seemed to dampen our spirits. As I paced the streets of Little India with my restless kids in tow I saw a black Toyota take a clean turn and stop in front of the hotel. Out stepped a little lady, her head covered with a tudung (head scarf) as she hurriedly climbed the steps of the hotel towards the reception. She came out immediately and scanned the entire periphery and caught sight of my family.

As I stepped into the car the first thing to hit my senses was a sweet citrusy smell. It was fresh, clean and also had a botanical grassy tinge to it. I sat on the seat and noticed the surroundings. The interior of the car was well maintained, spic and span. White sheer lacy curtain separated the chauffeurs area from the rest of the vehicle. A hand written board stating please carry the rubbish with you depicted the driver’s affinity to cleanliness. As I absorbed the surroundings I noticed the change in me. Just few moments back I had been fretting and nervous with the weather taking a toll over me. But now I felt relaxed, calm and energized. I wondered what was that wonder element that had managed to invigorate my senses and uplift my mind and body. It had refreshed my senses and my entire being.

Universal Studio

Universal Studio

We had a great time in Universal Studios throughout the day. In the evening as we walked out of its gates I felt the fatigue of the entire day take over me. The rides, the thrills and the excitement had exhausted me. As I got back into the car the familiar smell surrounded my senses. It was a breath of fresh air that rejuvenated and relaxed my sore body.  It was a magic mood enhancer and I was very keen to know what was this secret potion? I casually asked the chauffeur what is this wondrous smelling freshener that had this purifying and energizing effect ? It’s the lemon grass weed, she exclaimed. She continued to give all the positive effects of this freshener and stated it boosted her vitality through the long day by fighting the rattled nerves.

I was in awe of this herbal grass that is found extensively across the South East Asia region  and dominates the Ayurveda therapy. A blade of grass can do wonders and uplift one’s mood in seconds. I decided to make it a part of my daily ritual back home in India. Today I mix Lemon grass oil with water and sprinkle it around my house? Wouldn’t it be a wonderful if Godrej comes up with a ready to use Air Freshener that can be used in cars and homes for a healthy lifestyle.

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Lemon Grass

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This post is my entry to Inspire a  Fragrance Contest held by Indiblogger in association with Godrej Aer.

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I left early in the morning to feel the fresh air and soak in nature’s beauty. The summer had died down and the rains had started to quench the parched souls on the earth. The terrra firma had adorned a different look, a complete contrast to its earlier season. She was bathed and draped in the vibrant, refreshing and inviting green. It looked as if a limitless green velvet carpet had been laid out to welcome its residents. The mountains all of a sudden had turned from striking brown to a verdant beauty.

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It had been a long journey from Pune to Chikmagalur,  but one that I had enjoyed completely. Didn’t someone rightly say, It is the journey that matters more than the destination. (Read – Verdant Shimoga and Sringeri) As I entered the town of Chikmagalur a hoarding stating Welcome to the land of Coffee greeted me.

Chikmagalur meaning Younger daughter’s town in Kannada language is famous for its coffee plantations, betel nut trees, paddy fields.  It is told that the chieftain gifted this land to his younger daughter hence the name. The drive takes you through curved roads that snake around the hills and every turn brings in a panoramic view with the sun streaming in . Slopes of dark green coffee shrubs cover the hills on either side with the silver oak trees towering as guardians.

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Sitallayangiri

As we descended Mullayanagari -Karnataka’s highest peak (more on this to come soon on my blog) and drove down we reached the milky white, lime coated temple of Sitallayanagiri.

The sun was about to set and I did not want to miss the kaleidoscope. I managed to click a few snaps of the temple against the backdrop of the beautiful scenery.

Sunset by Sitallayangiri

Sunset by Sitallayangiri

 

Sitallayangiri

Sitallayangiri

 

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Marhaba Oman!

As I sit on the shore and watch the saline water ebb close to my feet my thoughts travel to the distant land whose coastline the same water laps into. I inhaled the draught that blew through the the Arabian Sea and wondered that the same air would reach you in the West.

I have heard and read a lot about you.  The affinity between India and yourself has been since ages galore. Remember the Incense and the Spice Route that led to trade relationship between the West and East. Frankincense, the aroma of the waft that transfuses across your expanse. Some like pearls, others silver and opaque. They cense every household, newborn, mother, street, wedding. The fascination that Omanis have towards it and perfumes is alluring.

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