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The first time I read about Dandeli was in my 3rd grade geography textbook. It described it as a industrial town lying amidst dense forests of North Kanara known for its paper mills, wildlife sanctuary and the river Kali. Distances back then were enormous and that little town remained in the remote corners of karnataka and my memory as well. With road travel much more convenient these days and

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How to reach:One way is to take a train to Dharwad/Alnavar/Londa and catch a bus from there towards Dandeli. There are also quite a few buses from Bangalore to Dharwad on a daily basis. But it is better to arrange for own transporation from Dharwad because places in and around Dandeli tend to be remote and means of commutation infrequent. From Dharwad, take the road to Dandeli through Haliyal. It

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AdventureOne activity that Dandeli has become synonymous in recent years is the white-water rafting. This adventure sport is organised by a private group on the river Kali. The power of this mighty river has been harnessed like few others. In a journey of a 100 odd kms, it has 4 major dams across it. This has resulted in it being tamed to a large extent. But there still are stretches of the river

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Nature/BirdingAnother attraction for nature lovers in and around Dandeli is the abundance of wildlife - especially birds. Spotting wild animals, especially predators, here may require loads of luck as the forests are very vast and dense. If your interest lies in birding, you won't be disappointed.The pride of the place is of course the hornbills. With some luck, you can see all 4 varieties of

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Trek to the Kudremukh Peak in Chikmagalur District of Karnataka. Read the three part series here:Part 1Part 2Part 3Another co-trekker's account of the same trek here

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The Kudremukh RangesIf you ask my opinion about the most beautiful part of Karnataka, being the mountain person I am, the answer inevitably would be the kudremukh ranges. As one trudges through chest-high grass unaware of what lies a few feet ahead and makes sense of the path that is not well traversed and yet takes the time to look around and soak in the beauty, its hard not to be overawed by

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Chill under the waterfallAfter a few minutes of rest and recharging the bodies, we could already hear some of the guys having a splash, literally, below in the waterfalls. Not to be left behind, we soon joined them. The water gushing down was not in any great quantity as it was summer. What ever was present was thanks to the rains that had hit the region the week before. It helped us though as we

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Climb, ahoy!Beyond the house, one can see a path going up a small hill. To reach the hill, we again had to make our own path in tall grass. As we start to climb the small hill, we realize its not small after all. In fact, during the whole trek, this part is the steepest climb and feels more so because one is taken totally unawares. On the way up, we saw many black-shouldered kites soaring in the

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Words, mere words,can never convey,what you mean to me,nor can they enclosethe emotions I endurewhen you enter my thoughts and me.Yet, I sit down and try,to pen down a few wordsthat trickle out from my self,because these are all that remain,when I may not be around to expresswhat exactly these words fall short of.To me, you are the best,always there as my strengthand as my inspiration,you are, my

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I sit, I think, I think hard.Thoughts escape my grasp.Ideas play hide n seek.Its all dark out there.I know not where to go,I know not where to seek help.I think of only Thee.Help me out, Oh Great Lord of Creativity!I am wading alone through a creativity blackout.It started innocuously sometime last december. I thought I would give my writing a break. Calling it a break was just failure on my part

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Who is Anu?!To answer the question, I have to go 18 years down the memory lane. A late summer morning, we had all assembled for our first class in the 2nd grade (yeah, that long back! In fact, if I put in a little more effort, I can come up with the exact date and time, not that it would matter. But my brain contains a huge number of such absolutely useless trivia which I love showing off). Our

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The brave die never, though they sleep in dust:Their courage nerves a thousand living men.~Minot J. SavageThese words appears no more apt than today as I stand here mourning the death of a dear departed friend. Our acquaintance goes back more than 2 years when I first met him while travelling towards the Whitefield IT corridor. He lay there, as he did all through his eventful life, and made an

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A disclaimer first..this has nothing to do with that affordable and crunchy snack of the same name.Am just done with my level 1A of french classes and now time to look back and gloss over what really happened. While my tone suggests I have been through a major traumatic experience, let me allay all such fears. It was quite the opposite. I thoroughly enjoyed my time and the experience and I have

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A night not so long ago,when I was in deep slumber,she appeared with all her allure,and begged me to come to her.I woke up later with gumption,to make the dream come true,To seek comfort in her nestle,and start our romance anew.Pretty soon did I get the chance,to devise another sojourn,To get closer to her,and seduce her to be my own.Then when i did get to see her,she stood in all her splendor.As

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Walking along the one way street,I arrive at a crossroad.The heart says "take this bend,To meet your destiny""Do it" asserts my soul,"Yes, yes" whispers the wind.Now, when am at the deadend,the heart does nothing but cry,the soul asks "what have you done?"the wind stays quietand I whisper to myself"I stand all alone"

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mummy said i become a big boy now. i write an essay. so i want to become bigger. i write one more essay. i make no spellng mistake also. my bike is a girl. she drinks a lot. she like petrol. she got angry that i write essay on camera first. but camera is a boy and i am a boy. So i write on camera first. my bike take me and camera everywhere. she is older than camera. she is 3 year old. she likes

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My camera is my baby. He is one year old. He cries a lot. I make him quiet by pulling his battery out. He then goes silent. He makes a lot of noise when i take him out. All people see me then. He is very big. I carry him by his strap. He is very heavy also. My camera make me laugh. When I make him on, he puts light. I laugh a lot then. he take a lot of picture and store it in his head. i see

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The endless stretch of water, the evening sun settling down into its nightly recess, the odd kids playing around with abandon in the spray, this was the place he felt most at home. A home away from home. This was where he could let his mind travel beyond the realms of time, back and forth. He had spent the most brooding moments of the life here and not surprisingly they were all in the last few

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All characters and incidents depicted in this story are compeletely ficitional and any resemblance to true incidents is only coincidental.Our Hero was a simple person, famous for his wit and valor. He had traveled from a land far far away to meet his destiny in the City of Badroadore. The city attracted hundreds of people like our Hero who wanted to be famous, wanted to be the talk of the town.

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Wow! That title sounds real cool. I love it when things get real corny, like those B-grade Hollywood flicks featuring our kind. Pity they don’t make ‘em so often these days. Sigh. So I, the lone zombie, live in a world where there is only me and no one else. And I have started to get used to the name. Didn’t I tell you I liked it! I am not alone in the real sense; there are people all around me.

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A trip that seemed doomed finally came alive at the last moment and none of us who made it regretted that fact. Kozhikode, kannur and mahe were the destinations chosen this time. In many ways different because we were going for the first time without our regulars like Praveen, Vinodh or Vishwa, who were really missed and also because there was no trekking planned this time.Our 10 pm in theory

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My muse...bemusedOriginally uploaded by The World Through My Eye. I saw her in a ferry ride while on a trip to Strasbourg, France. Well seeing her is not the only thing i did, i did snap her, though not as candidly as i would hv wished to. A few moments later this is what happened :(I wouldnt blame them coz...ok take a look at me.Dont blame me coz it was raining a bit and I would have had no fun

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The travails of learning a language when you are way beyond the age to be receptive to learn anything new is best understood by going through it personally. And that is the way am getting to know. And if the language you choose to learn is french, then tighten ur seat belts n get ready, for its going to be a hell of a ride. That was a bit of exaggeration :D (n i never tire of apologising for them

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I tried pulling the thin blanket over my head, it only ended exposing my legs. The cold air was blasting from the ventilator hole overhead but I didnt have the conciousness or the energy to turn it off. The constant cackling of Wendy besides me was a irritation too. However sweet it may be, the first reaction to a voice that wakes you up is that of a scowl and more so when the voice wasn't

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I tried my hand today answering the deceptively simple question "What is life?". The friend who I mailed this suggested that this be put up in my blog. So here we go...There are different meanings to life. There was no short answer and hence composed this mail.If you want a biological answer, it is the phenomenon of self sustenance of a hydrocarbon soup which differentiates it from a

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Isn't is amazing how life keeps getting busier and busier, particularly when you are in the 20s and the 30s. Every minute done something mundane such as breathing deeply, browsing the sky, watching the sun rise or set, admiring the rainbow is accompanied by a sense of guilt, of having wasted the minute which could have been utilized doing something that has a better ROI. However it surprises me

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“What a waste!” is the feeling one gets after watching the Aamir Khar starrer that was released on the week coinciding with our 57th Independence Day. The fact that it wastes the supreme talents of actors like Aamir and Rani notwithstanding, there were a few other wastes that didn’t fail to get noticed. For example, 3 hours of my weekend time, 500 million rupees of the producer (rumor!), 60 bucks

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hi this is my first day at blogger. Am so overwhelmed that words escape me :))

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