Kemmanakundi trip by Bommakal
Kemmanakundi is a hillstation, located about 250 kms West of Bangalore. Its a hill station where we have lots of chances for trekking. This blog is about the trip we had to Halebeedu, Belur and Kemmanakundi.
April 1st. One of my favorite days in a year. Its a day where my brain works the most, if at all it works. Lot of innovative thoughts cross my mind. But this year it was a totally different story. My brother in law, Mr Vemmarathur Vinayan (Vinu ettan) and a few of his friends were planning a 2 day trip to Kemmanakundi. As a regular guest to Vinu ettan's and my sister's (Valloor Vidya) place, I was also invited for the tour. I love travelling and so readily accepted the offer. With me was my room mate Mr Muthukurshi Dilip.
We started from our home at Banaswadi by 6:00 am on April 1st. We reached Vinu ettan's place by about 6:15 am. We had a quick breakfast from his place. The bus came to their place at RT Nagar by 6:45 am. Until then we were not very sure whether we re going to be some kind of prey to a big plot. We breathed a sigh of relief when we saw the bus come. We now believed that there is a tour that is going to happen. Vinu ettan, Vidya, Vinu ettan's cousin sister - Malliyoor Shilpa oppol, her husband - Kizhakkedam Ramesh ettan, and their kid Adityan joined us from the same location.
The bus was owned by a group called SRS, and was A/C fitted to fight the summer. It was an 18 seater bus, just enough big to carry all of our 16 members. In the bus I met the organizers of the trip - Paveri Dileep ettan, Malliyoor Saji ettan and Aryampilly Sreejith ettan. There was also Meera Oppol - wife of Dileep ettan and their kid Parthan; Soorya - wife of Sreejith ettan. Edappally Pradeep ettan, his wife Ammini oppol and their kid Kunju was the fifth family we had in our rocking team. We were accompanied by the temporary bachelor Renjith, as his wife had gone to Kerala for appearing for an exam, Bhatti Thekkedam Anumod (Kuttan) and Cherook Shankar.
I had with me a load of MP3 CDs and some video CDs. I had aslo been asked by Dileep ettan to think of some interesting games that we could play during the trip. With those as my assets, we boarded the bus. The environment in the bus was very warm. I was seeing 50% of the people for the first time... But we never had a feeling of being a stranger in the group.
Bangalore roads are full of dangerous curves and gutters which would be followed by a hump with the size of a mountain. One might think whether the hump is to show a road block, or is acting as a speed breaker. We were not concerned of this until a 1.5 litre "7 UP" bottle which was filled upto the brim with water rolled down from the bag holder above to hit my beloved brother in law's nose. He had injured his nose badly. Lucky that it didnt fall on Kunju who was sitting on his lap. We learned our mistake and moved all the bottles to beneath the seats.
It seemed to be unfortunate that the CD player that the bus was having broke soon after some songs were played. By about 8:30, we started having our breakfast inside the bus itself. The menu was iddlis and vadas which were made by Sreejith ettan and Soorya. They were so delecious that we finished off about 108 iddlis and 25 vadas in a record time of 20 minutes. We stopped near an ashramam to wash our dry hands. We were so energised by the breakfast that we started playing antakshari. The whole team was divided into 2, and we started shouting (rather than sing) malayalam songs at each other, stopping the song with a word which started with a not so common syllable. We saw huge databases of music like Dilip, Kuttan, Sreejith ettan, Ammini oppol, Meera Oppol etc singing songs whatever be the letter they had to start with. Not a single person was looking out. Everyone was fully concentrating on the antakshari, except for Dileep ettan and Shankar who fell asleep for a small amount of time, as they had night shifts the previous night. Now we felt that it was a boon in disguise to have the player broke.
We started off to Shravanbelgola, where there is a huge statue of Bahubali. We climbed up the mountain to have the darshan. We had to climb about 625 steps in order to reach the top. Everyone were totally exhausted by the time we reached the top. The statue was enormous. At the top we saw bhajans going on and a few ladies were dancing to the music. We stayed there for about 15 minutes visited some nearby temples and started our journey back to the mountain base. By the time we reached, every one was dying to have water, as the water we had carried was finished half way up itself. The coconut seller there had a real fortune. We started off by about 11:30 from Shravanbelgola.
On our way, at Hassan, we took a break for our lunch. It was about 1 pm when we reached Hassan. We had a delecious meal from hotel Sreekrishna with sweets and icecream. We also had meetta pan from the paan waala there. By 1:45 we started off to Halebedu. By 3:00 pm we reached Halebeedu. Halebeedu (which means "the ruined city", as it was invaded by a lot of foreign forces) is famous for the a temple dedicated to Shiva. The world's 6th and 7th biggest sculptures of nandi is situated here. The temple is too big that just to see around the place, we took about 50 minutes. The temple was covered with amazing sculpture works. We hired a guide who explained to us the meanings of some important sculpture works there. Here we saw references to telescopes. The works were supposed to have been done in the 12th century. This contradicts with the popular belief of Galelio having invented the telescope in 17th century. By 4:15 we started off from Halebeedu towards Belur.
Belur is also having a similar temple, but this one is dedicated to Vishnu. We had tea and coffee from a shop here. The coffee and tea really boosted our energy. We started exploring the temple. We hired a guide here also. The works here are very much similar to the works that we saw at Halebeedu. One interesting thing worth noticing here is a pillar, which is erected on top of a platform, with no binding material in between. While strong buildings now, which have very good fountations crumble, this piece of art is something which keeps us wonder about the great civil architectural wealth we had at those ancient times. By 6:30 - 7 we started off to Chikmangaloor, where we had booked 4 rooms in a hotel called Mount Paradise. We reached Mount Paradise by about 8 pm. The rooms were very good. We freshened up. We had dinner from a nearby hotel. We had chapathis which resembled the discs people use for discus throws. It was so hard to break it that I saw someone using his martial arts expertise to help himself and his friends break it.
I stayed in a 3 bed bedroom. With me was Sreejith ettan, Pradeep ettan and ofcourse my best friend Dilip. Rameshettan's uncle was staying nearby and so Shilpa oppol and Meera Oppol and their kids went to Rameshettan's uncle's place. By 11 pm we were all fast asleep.
April 2nd. 6:00 am. My hands and legs had pain and itching. I was unable to open my eyes, since 6 am is usually midnight for me. Seldom have I seen this time of the day (still night for me). But today, may be because of the uncomfort, I woke up to see a battallion of mosquitoes attacking and sucking away my precious blood. As a victim who is caught on fire, I rolled and I could create a very beautiful pattern of red circles on the white bed sheet. I am sure the hotel people would be amazed by this piece of art also, and they would pay Dileep ettan some royality for the pattern.
My sweet sister, Vidya came running to our room to tease her brother for sleeping for so long. But it was to her amasement (embarrassment???) that she saw me waken up. I am sorry to disappoint you, dear! Ammini oppol (the real name being Dwija oppol) came to our room and offered tea. Since I had just got up, I didnt have it. Only later did I realise that she was trying to make everyone drink one of the most horrible tea she has ever tasted. Guess she has never tasted tea made my me!! By 7 am we all got ready. We had breakfast from a hotel nearby. To save time we all had iddli and vada (by the way, this is one of the most common and most sought after breakfast in our community), except for some who had plain dosa. By 8 am we had Shilpa oppol, Meera oppol, their kids, Rameshettan's ammaman, ammayi and their son, Anu who was just about to complete his 6th sem in Electrical and Electronics Engineering with us. We all headed towards Kemmanakundi hills. The route was filled with scenaries. we all wished for a camera which could capture the whole beauty in its memory. Even though I have gone for trekking before, I have never been in such a beautiful trip round the mountains. The roads were very narrow and we were all holding our breath when ever another vehicle, however small it might be, came the other way. To reduce tension, we sang loud. And when ever vehicles crossed us, we were singing Bhajans. :) I, and a lot of our team mates liked the song by Meera Oppol which sang about fishermen, and seems to be a folk song. we all sang with him. I am waiting to get the lyrics from her.
Enjoying the GOD's magnificent work, we moved on and reached V R Hills (I am not sure of the name.). There we had someone waiting to greet us. As soon as he saw us, he came running to us. It was a mad man. We didnt know what he was upto. He was heading straight towards us. We were all shocked, and my hand was injured by my sister's nail as she was grabbing me, frightened. Sweet memories of my childhood when we used to fight and she used to beat me, bite me and injur me came to my mind.
We carried loads of water, just to ensure that we dont repeat the mistake that we did at Sravanbelgola. The road sides were full of shady trees, and so the walk was a very pleasent experience. If you take side roads, you can have a very good trekking experience through thick jungles. We didnt dare to opt for that. We started walking up, and stopped near a canteen. Uncle and Aunty had prepared mouth watering snacks like Pokkavada, Pappadavada, Laddu and Lemon rice. We finished off all the items in no time. Anu was familiar with the place and he guided us to the top of the hill.
Not very sure of the reality of this, but some one had noticed a gang of three people follow us where ever we went. A word of caution was passed on to everyone to take care of their belongings. It created so much fuss that by the time the warning reached everyone, there were no where to be seen. There were instances where there were statues of ladies in different poses, and some of us really got naughty and took pictures with them. A BSNL telephone exchange is situated on top of the hill, where there is also a very beautifully maintained park full of roses, and other beautiful flowered plants. Soorya, a blessed artist drew some of the scenaries that caught her sight. Children had see-saw, sliders, climbers etc for playing. Some adults got envious pushed their own children from the see-saws and started playing on it. By 12 pm, we started climbing down.
By 12:30 we reached the canteen and had lunch. Monkeys were all around us, waiting for us to finish the meals for their share. By about 2:30 we reached the bus. Now we were heading towards the waterfalls, mind full of hope to have a good bath in the cool water gushing out through the mountain. We reached the waterfalls by about 3. Ladies changed their fabulous dress to bathable ones inside the bus, while their husbands kept guard outside. Soon they were out, and we started off towards the waterfalls. 50 meters from where we parked the vehicle, we could see a temple and a small stream flowing infront of it. Too many people were bathing in that stream, and so we thought of climbing up the mountain for a place where we could have privacy. As we climbed, we saw a few places where there was a small supply of water. We were highly disappointed by the amount of water. Kerala is blessed with lots of water streams, and we were expecting a waterfall that we usually see in Kerala here. Even the quality of water was very bad. The water was contaminated by plastic, beer bottles, and plastic covers. We continued walking up the mountain. The forest grew denser and the path became worse, until we reached a point where we were unable to find a recognisable way. Half the team members lost hope and turned back. Me and my brother in law were asked to call back the people who had gone before us.
Shortly, we met those, but they had already decided to have the bath. The stream was just 5 to 10 cms in depth. Only your foot got wet when you stepped in. But they were determined to have their body covered with water - somehow. Saji ettan and Shankar lied down on the river to allow the water to touch atleast some portions of their body. Me and Vinu ettan were also tired and decided to have a bath. We also removed our clothes and joined Saji ettan and Shankar. Woow!!! How cool the water was! It would be heaven here if there was more water. Dilip, Kuttan, Renjith, Dileep ettan and his 3 year old kid - Parthan joined us soon. Some how we managed to ensure that water touched each and every part of our body. We all helped each other to achieve this goal. We hurried back with a scare of being scolded by the rest team for the delay. Within 15 minutes we reached where we had parked the bus. Everyone was waiting for us. Lucky, they didnt say anything. We all boarded the bus. We also had the chance of seeing a public performance by a Prabhudeva look alike dancing to the tunes of a popular hindi song. We encouraged him by clapping our hands in rhythm with the music.
By 6, we started our journey back to Bangalore. Mid way we stopped at a dhaba like place. We ordered for tea and coffee and surprisingly we were driven away by the supplier who told us he didnt have hot milk and asked us to wait for a half an hour. By 7 we reached Tiptur. From a hotel there, we had coffee/tea and snacks. Last day, Dileep ettan had bought some mangoes to be eaten during the trip, and we all had the sour taste of mangoes during the trip. Now, the effect of eating those mangoes started showing off. 8 people had to visit the toilet. After having coffee we started off to Bangalore.
Since it was sure that it would be more than 11 pm by the time we reach Bangalore, we stopped in the midway to have dinner packed. Once again, iddli was bought. The hotel was too crowded and we would have to wait hours to get a seat there. So we had the iddlis in paper plates outside the hotel itself. Within 20 minutes, we finished our dinner and sped back to Bangalore. On our way back, we had a session where each one was asked to come forward and share their experiences during the trip. We had a very good brain storming session, as we could see the event in different angles. But the overall reaction was that this was one of the best trips they ever had in their whole life. By 11:30 we reached back at RT Nagar. Dilip and I drove back to Banaswadi where we stay. We reached home by 12:00 am, with a satisfied heart full of memories that would last for a life time. We were also happy that we had lost our voices due to the yelling that we did for the past 48 hours.
April 1st. One of my favorite days in a year. Its a day where my brain works the most, if at all it works. Lot of innovative thoughts cross my mind. But this year it was a totally different story. My brother in law, Mr Vemmarathur Vinayan (Vinu ettan) and a few of his friends were planning a 2 day trip to Kemmanakundi. As a regular guest to Vinu ettan's and my sister's (Valloor Vidya) place, I was also invited for the tour. I love travelling and so readily accepted the offer. With me was my room mate Mr Muthukurshi Dilip.
We started from our home at Banaswadi by 6:00 am on April 1st. We reached Vinu ettan's place by about 6:15 am. We had a quick breakfast from his place. The bus came to their place at RT Nagar by 6:45 am. Until then we were not very sure whether we re going to be some kind of prey to a big plot. We breathed a sigh of relief when we saw the bus come. We now believed that there is a tour that is going to happen. Vinu ettan, Vidya, Vinu ettan's cousin sister - Malliyoor Shilpa oppol, her husband - Kizhakkedam Ramesh ettan, and their kid Adityan joined us from the same location.
The bus was owned by a group called SRS, and was A/C fitted to fight the summer. It was an 18 seater bus, just enough big to carry all of our 16 members. In the bus I met the organizers of the trip - Paveri Dileep ettan, Malliyoor Saji ettan and Aryampilly Sreejith ettan. There was also Meera Oppol - wife of Dileep ettan and their kid Parthan; Soorya - wife of Sreejith ettan. Edappally Pradeep ettan, his wife Ammini oppol and their kid Kunju was the fifth family we had in our rocking team. We were accompanied by the temporary bachelor Renjith, as his wife had gone to Kerala for appearing for an exam, Bhatti Thekkedam Anumod (Kuttan) and Cherook Shankar.
I had with me a load of MP3 CDs and some video CDs. I had aslo been asked by Dileep ettan to think of some interesting games that we could play during the trip. With those as my assets, we boarded the bus. The environment in the bus was very warm. I was seeing 50% of the people for the first time... But we never had a feeling of being a stranger in the group.
Bangalore roads are full of dangerous curves and gutters which would be followed by a hump with the size of a mountain. One might think whether the hump is to show a road block, or is acting as a speed breaker. We were not concerned of this until a 1.5 litre "7 UP" bottle which was filled upto the brim with water rolled down from the bag holder above to hit my beloved brother in law's nose. He had injured his nose badly. Lucky that it didnt fall on Kunju who was sitting on his lap. We learned our mistake and moved all the bottles to beneath the seats.
It seemed to be unfortunate that the CD player that the bus was having broke soon after some songs were played. By about 8:30, we started having our breakfast inside the bus itself. The menu was iddlis and vadas which were made by Sreejith ettan and Soorya. They were so delecious that we finished off about 108 iddlis and 25 vadas in a record time of 20 minutes. We stopped near an ashramam to wash our dry hands. We were so energised by the breakfast that we started playing antakshari. The whole team was divided into 2, and we started shouting (rather than sing) malayalam songs at each other, stopping the song with a word which started with a not so common syllable. We saw huge databases of music like Dilip, Kuttan, Sreejith ettan, Ammini oppol, Meera Oppol etc singing songs whatever be the letter they had to start with. Not a single person was looking out. Everyone was fully concentrating on the antakshari, except for Dileep ettan and Shankar who fell asleep for a small amount of time, as they had night shifts the previous night. Now we felt that it was a boon in disguise to have the player broke.
We started off to Shravanbelgola, where there is a huge statue of Bahubali. We climbed up the mountain to have the darshan. We had to climb about 625 steps in order to reach the top. Everyone were totally exhausted by the time we reached the top. The statue was enormous. At the top we saw bhajans going on and a few ladies were dancing to the music. We stayed there for about 15 minutes visited some nearby temples and started our journey back to the mountain base. By the time we reached, every one was dying to have water, as the water we had carried was finished half way up itself. The coconut seller there had a real fortune. We started off by about 11:30 from Shravanbelgola.
On our way, at Hassan, we took a break for our lunch. It was about 1 pm when we reached Hassan. We had a delecious meal from hotel Sreekrishna with sweets and icecream. We also had meetta pan from the paan waala there. By 1:45 we started off to Halebedu. By 3:00 pm we reached Halebeedu. Halebeedu (which means "the ruined city", as it was invaded by a lot of foreign forces) is famous for the a temple dedicated to Shiva. The world's 6th and 7th biggest sculptures of nandi is situated here. The temple is too big that just to see around the place, we took about 50 minutes. The temple was covered with amazing sculpture works. We hired a guide who explained to us the meanings of some important sculpture works there. Here we saw references to telescopes. The works were supposed to have been done in the 12th century. This contradicts with the popular belief of Galelio having invented the telescope in 17th century. By 4:15 we started off from Halebeedu towards Belur.
Belur is also having a similar temple, but this one is dedicated to Vishnu. We had tea and coffee from a shop here. The coffee and tea really boosted our energy. We started exploring the temple. We hired a guide here also. The works here are very much similar to the works that we saw at Halebeedu. One interesting thing worth noticing here is a pillar, which is erected on top of a platform, with no binding material in between. While strong buildings now, which have very good fountations crumble, this piece of art is something which keeps us wonder about the great civil architectural wealth we had at those ancient times. By 6:30 - 7 we started off to Chikmangaloor, where we had booked 4 rooms in a hotel called Mount Paradise. We reached Mount Paradise by about 8 pm. The rooms were very good. We freshened up. We had dinner from a nearby hotel. We had chapathis which resembled the discs people use for discus throws. It was so hard to break it that I saw someone using his martial arts expertise to help himself and his friends break it.
I stayed in a 3 bed bedroom. With me was Sreejith ettan, Pradeep ettan and ofcourse my best friend Dilip. Rameshettan's uncle was staying nearby and so Shilpa oppol and Meera Oppol and their kids went to Rameshettan's uncle's place. By 11 pm we were all fast asleep.
April 2nd. 6:00 am. My hands and legs had pain and itching. I was unable to open my eyes, since 6 am is usually midnight for me. Seldom have I seen this time of the day (still night for me). But today, may be because of the uncomfort, I woke up to see a battallion of mosquitoes attacking and sucking away my precious blood. As a victim who is caught on fire, I rolled and I could create a very beautiful pattern of red circles on the white bed sheet. I am sure the hotel people would be amazed by this piece of art also, and they would pay Dileep ettan some royality for the pattern.
My sweet sister, Vidya came running to our room to tease her brother for sleeping for so long. But it was to her amasement (embarrassment???) that she saw me waken up. I am sorry to disappoint you, dear! Ammini oppol (the real name being Dwija oppol) came to our room and offered tea. Since I had just got up, I didnt have it. Only later did I realise that she was trying to make everyone drink one of the most horrible tea she has ever tasted. Guess she has never tasted tea made my me!! By 7 am we all got ready. We had breakfast from a hotel nearby. To save time we all had iddli and vada (by the way, this is one of the most common and most sought after breakfast in our community), except for some who had plain dosa. By 8 am we had Shilpa oppol, Meera oppol, their kids, Rameshettan's ammaman, ammayi and their son, Anu who was just about to complete his 6th sem in Electrical and Electronics Engineering with us. We all headed towards Kemmanakundi hills. The route was filled with scenaries. we all wished for a camera which could capture the whole beauty in its memory. Even though I have gone for trekking before, I have never been in such a beautiful trip round the mountains. The roads were very narrow and we were all holding our breath when ever another vehicle, however small it might be, came the other way. To reduce tension, we sang loud. And when ever vehicles crossed us, we were singing Bhajans. :) I, and a lot of our team mates liked the song by Meera Oppol which sang about fishermen, and seems to be a folk song. we all sang with him. I am waiting to get the lyrics from her.
Enjoying the GOD's magnificent work, we moved on and reached V R Hills (I am not sure of the name.). There we had someone waiting to greet us. As soon as he saw us, he came running to us. It was a mad man. We didnt know what he was upto. He was heading straight towards us. We were all shocked, and my hand was injured by my sister's nail as she was grabbing me, frightened. Sweet memories of my childhood when we used to fight and she used to beat me, bite me and injur me came to my mind.
We carried loads of water, just to ensure that we dont repeat the mistake that we did at Sravanbelgola. The road sides were full of shady trees, and so the walk was a very pleasent experience. If you take side roads, you can have a very good trekking experience through thick jungles. We didnt dare to opt for that. We started walking up, and stopped near a canteen. Uncle and Aunty had prepared mouth watering snacks like Pokkavada, Pappadavada, Laddu and Lemon rice. We finished off all the items in no time. Anu was familiar with the place and he guided us to the top of the hill.
Not very sure of the reality of this, but some one had noticed a gang of three people follow us where ever we went. A word of caution was passed on to everyone to take care of their belongings. It created so much fuss that by the time the warning reached everyone, there were no where to be seen. There were instances where there were statues of ladies in different poses, and some of us really got naughty and took pictures with them. A BSNL telephone exchange is situated on top of the hill, where there is also a very beautifully maintained park full of roses, and other beautiful flowered plants. Soorya, a blessed artist drew some of the scenaries that caught her sight. Children had see-saw, sliders, climbers etc for playing. Some adults got envious pushed their own children from the see-saws and started playing on it. By 12 pm, we started climbing down.
By 12:30 we reached the canteen and had lunch. Monkeys were all around us, waiting for us to finish the meals for their share. By about 2:30 we reached the bus. Now we were heading towards the waterfalls, mind full of hope to have a good bath in the cool water gushing out through the mountain. We reached the waterfalls by about 3. Ladies changed their fabulous dress to bathable ones inside the bus, while their husbands kept guard outside. Soon they were out, and we started off towards the waterfalls. 50 meters from where we parked the vehicle, we could see a temple and a small stream flowing infront of it. Too many people were bathing in that stream, and so we thought of climbing up the mountain for a place where we could have privacy. As we climbed, we saw a few places where there was a small supply of water. We were highly disappointed by the amount of water. Kerala is blessed with lots of water streams, and we were expecting a waterfall that we usually see in Kerala here. Even the quality of water was very bad. The water was contaminated by plastic, beer bottles, and plastic covers. We continued walking up the mountain. The forest grew denser and the path became worse, until we reached a point where we were unable to find a recognisable way. Half the team members lost hope and turned back. Me and my brother in law were asked to call back the people who had gone before us.
Shortly, we met those, but they had already decided to have the bath. The stream was just 5 to 10 cms in depth. Only your foot got wet when you stepped in. But they were determined to have their body covered with water - somehow. Saji ettan and Shankar lied down on the river to allow the water to touch atleast some portions of their body. Me and Vinu ettan were also tired and decided to have a bath. We also removed our clothes and joined Saji ettan and Shankar. Woow!!! How cool the water was! It would be heaven here if there was more water. Dilip, Kuttan, Renjith, Dileep ettan and his 3 year old kid - Parthan joined us soon. Some how we managed to ensure that water touched each and every part of our body. We all helped each other to achieve this goal. We hurried back with a scare of being scolded by the rest team for the delay. Within 15 minutes we reached where we had parked the bus. Everyone was waiting for us. Lucky, they didnt say anything. We all boarded the bus. We also had the chance of seeing a public performance by a Prabhudeva look alike dancing to the tunes of a popular hindi song. We encouraged him by clapping our hands in rhythm with the music.
By 6, we started our journey back to Bangalore. Mid way we stopped at a dhaba like place. We ordered for tea and coffee and surprisingly we were driven away by the supplier who told us he didnt have hot milk and asked us to wait for a half an hour. By 7 we reached Tiptur. From a hotel there, we had coffee/tea and snacks. Last day, Dileep ettan had bought some mangoes to be eaten during the trip, and we all had the sour taste of mangoes during the trip. Now, the effect of eating those mangoes started showing off. 8 people had to visit the toilet. After having coffee we started off to Bangalore.
Since it was sure that it would be more than 11 pm by the time we reach Bangalore, we stopped in the midway to have dinner packed. Once again, iddli was bought. The hotel was too crowded and we would have to wait hours to get a seat there. So we had the iddlis in paper plates outside the hotel itself. Within 20 minutes, we finished our dinner and sped back to Bangalore. On our way back, we had a session where each one was asked to come forward and share their experiences during the trip. We had a very good brain storming session, as we could see the event in different angles. But the overall reaction was that this was one of the best trips they ever had in their whole life. By 11:30 we reached back at RT Nagar. Dilip and I drove back to Banaswadi where we stay. We reached home by 12:00 am, with a satisfied heart full of memories that would last for a life time. We were also happy that we had lost our voices due to the yelling that we did for the past 48 hours.
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