Slightly South

Kapaleeshwarar Temple, Chennai, Tamil Nadu

Here’s another quick picture post. My ideas are really lame nowadays, and I’m not making any excuses for it. Thought that since I’m already on South Indian temples, I’d throw these in as well. Hope at least the pictures will entertain! hee :]

These are pictures of a temple located a little south of the Tirumala temple, across the state border, in Tamil Nadu state, in its capital city, Chennai (aka Madras). This temple is best remembered for the place we almost lost Justin! Dad and mom being avid shutterbugs, immediately set to work with our cameras and phones upon entering the temple compound, while Justin being an avid explorer, had other ideas in mind.

Minutes later, we were frantically calling out for Justin, and started looking for him. There were lots of people around (hey, this is India after all, there’re lots of people everywhere OK?), so it ain’t easy. Luckily, we saw a priest happily letting him out of a temple, not too long after that. He must have snuck in with the crowd while we were busy.

He’s the only one among us, who went into the temple. We left after that as it was sort of a halfway stop for us, en route to Chennai’s Koyambedu Bus Terminal to catch a bus to Tirupati.


Entrance gate (gopuram) of the temple. Gopuram are a standard feature of South Indian Dravidian temple architecture


Close-up view of the gopura


Justin, catching a rest from his adventures in a hall at the temple




More views of the Kapaleeshwarar Temple, Chennai


A street scene in Chennai – Peters Road, Royapettah, where we stayed (Saravana Boutique Inn)

Tamil Nadu is like a separate country to India, language-wise. Here, you’re better off getting things done speaking in English, than Hindi. And Chennai is comparatively much cheaper than Sri Lanka, where we were at, just before Chennai. Dunno why the Indian authorities make it so hard for tourists to get a visa. For Sri Lanka, it’s just a few clicks of the mouse, pay online with the trusty credit card and it’s done, completed in a few minutes, in the comfort of your home. No wonder Sri Lanka is teeming with tourists!

The World’s Most Visited Temple

That’s what some people claim anyway – 50,000 to 100,000 pilgrims DAILY! About 30 to 40 million visitors a year!


Gateway at the Tirupati Balaji Temple, Tirumala, Andhra Pradesh

OK, here’s something I said I’ll post about earlier on (see On a Pilgrimage Spree). Finished writing this ages ago. Just waiting for a busy time like this to use it, hehehe. Plus, this month marks the split of the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh (where this temple is located) into 2 states, a new state called Telangana (the areas around the city of Hyderabad, Andhra’s state capital), and Andhra Pradesh (name unchanged, for the remainder parts of Andhra). This temple lies in Andhra Pradesh proper. My previous posts on Hyderabad now should technically be labelled Telangana, but who cares?!


Pilgrims at a shop selling images of Lord Balaji (or Venkateswara, etc, he has many names), Tirumala

In terms of numbers of pilgrims, this place gives Mecca and other religious pilgrimage places a run for the money. The crowds here are incredible. Just imagine, an entire town (Tirumala) set up on the hill where the temple is, just to cater to the pilgrims! There’re pilgrim centres, apartments, lodges, public showers and changing rooms, loads of shops and restaurants (all vegetarian unfortunately), countless storage rooms for shoes, phone and camera (you can’t bring these into the temple), information booths, … heck almost everything, except for anything considered non-veg. And oh yeah, shoe shops (…hey, we walked all over Tirumala barefoot looking for one, OK? We sorta misplaced our shoes, that’s for being smart and choosing not to queue up for storing some old slippers which we thought that nobody would want!)


Balaji Temple at night, the 'cages' there at the bottom, are full of pilgrims, even at night

I doubt any of my non-Hindu friends would wanna visit, but if you do, here’re some tips: -

1) Do some research before you visit, especially on the timing of the visit

It’s a mess there. There’re people all over the place day and night. There’re like a dozen or more types of queues into the temple, with different timings. It’s signposted in a few languages, …but not in simple English. There’re normal queues, VIP queues, special queues for foreigners (which we couldn’t find even after making two trips up the hill and asking I dunno how many people, and judging from the looks of the few foreigners we saw, we weren’t the only ones), queues for the different types of prayers, wedding reception queues, etc. The queue can take as long as 7 hours! Our queue (we finally chose the VIP queue) took us about 3 hours.

2) Be prepared, before you join the queues

If you like tight places, this is your type of place. Come prepared however, have your fill of food and drinks, and empty your bowels and bladder before you jump in, as depending on the date, time and type of queue, it may take up to 7 friggin hours! The nearer you come to the inner sanctum where the idol of Lord Balaji is, the tighter it gets. When you reach, you get a second to have a look at the idol, from about 20m away, and out you go. This is one place that doesn’t discriminate between male and female, old and young, everybody gets squeezed, pushed and shoved. Luckily for the squeeze, or how else could I carry a sleeping 3 year old Justin for 2 long hours?? Crowds have buoyancy you know?

3) Take a bus from Tirupati to Tirumala, not a car

This is the first thing the hotel in Tirupati will try to sell you. Book a car to go up to the temple. (The temple is located in Tirumala, on top of a hill. Accommodation is usually in Tirupati, the main city below the hill). But don’t jump for it. There are buses running 24 hours between Tirupati and Tirumala. A trip up the hill by bus takes about an hour (if I remember correctly), and costs err… if I’m not mistaken something like 30 rupees per person per way (that’s like RM3 per person return). A car will cost you a bloody hundred ringgit! And you’d only take it to the top of the hill, leave it there and go on an extended 3 hour pilgrimage while the driver sleeps away!

4) Always use the Shoe Storage Rooms, and bring some extra slippers

Unless you want to end up like the three of us, Papa, Mommy and Justin. But no big deal, we just had to walk across the entire friggin Tirumala barefoot, and hop onto the Tirupati bus barefoot, and walk from the Tirupati main bus station to our hotel across streets, and muck, barefoot.

5) Pick a hotel near the bus station, if staying in Tirupati

Same explanation above. Note that most hotels here have a 24 hour checkout facility, which is real useful for this place. You check in at 4, you check out at 4!

6) Be prepared to be a vegetarian

For the time that you’re in Tirumala anyway, coz there’re absolutely no non-veg restaurants around – zilch. Nope, not even eggs. Get them in Tirupati if you want some meat.

7) Don’t come here for a haircut

Unless you wanna be bald. Just kidding! I’m sure there’re a lot of decent hairdressers around. It’s just that the temple is so full of bald-headed people, male and female alike (they come here to shave off their heads as a vow, …I think, for a wish fulfilled).

8) Never wear shorts (for the men)

Shorts is a no-no to enter the temple, even if it covers the knees. Sarongs or dhotis (the split variety of sarongs) on the other hand, are acceptable, never mind that it just takes a simple tug from anyone and your entire nether regions are exposed to the world. We had to make two separate trips up and down the hill to Tirumala partly because of this.

9) It helps if you speak Tamil or Telugu

It’s the lingua franca of the place – try English (and to a lesser extent, Hindi) and you’ll get a blank stare? Like what’s this foreigner doing here?!?

10) Take an auto-rickshaw if you can’t find a cab (to the airport I mean)

Auto-rickshaws (India’s version of the tuk-tuk) are a fraction of the cost of a hotel-linked car, and they’re more easily available than a hailed or call taxi, if you’re in a hurry. Ours got the job done for us not to miss our flight back to Pune!


Pilgrim Town Tirumala


Tirupati Balaji Temple (or more officially, the Tirumala Venkateswara Temple), Tirumala, Andhra Pradesh, India

City of Angels, Etc, Etc, Etc

Bangkok City, from Wat Arun, with the Menam (River) Chao Phraya in view. The thimble-shaped structure on the right, is called a ‘prang’, a common architectural feature of Thai temples, adopted from the Cambodians.

Sawadee-khap! Might as well chuck in more photos while I’m at it. Krung Thep Maha Nakhon, or just Krung Thep as Bangkok is commonly called by Thais, means the City of Angels in Thai. That’s not all. ‘Krung Thep’ I learnt, is just a fraction of the full Thai name, which is actually 65 syllables long (or 169 letters long if translated into English, yeah I actually counted it in Wikipedia!) It currently holds the Guinness World Record for the longest place name, never knew that huh?

Come to think of it, it’s not unusual for Thais to pronounce ‘Krung Thep’ as just ‘Kung Thep’, without the R sound. Very peculiar language, Thai. They have R’s but they seldom pronounce it, and most people go by their nicknames instead of their given names. The place name, Phra Rama III, will just be ‘Pha-Lam-Sam’ – i.e. Pha (Phra) Lam (Rama) Sam (three in Thai). Suvarnabhumi Airport is pronounced ‘Su-wana-phum’, my name is pronounced something like ‘Kelly’, Michael becomes ‘Mai-khen’, and the English word ‘breakfast’ commonly comes out as ‘begfet’.

The ‘City of Angels’ describes Bangkok pretty well in my opinion. Especially since there’re so many temples all over the city, and they’re all decorated with weird mythical beings. Here’s a sample: -


A common image of Bangkok - a line of Garudas standing on 2-Tailed Serpents at the Wat Phra Keo (Temple of the Emerald Buddha), Grand Palace, Bangkok


Half-human half-chicken beings at the Grand Palace


Buddha figurines guarding the temple, Grand Palace, Bangkok


One of the many murals lining the corridors around the Grand Palace – we hung around for quite a long time here, taking a rest from our sun tanning session (and charging our camera battery – there’re power sockets all over the compound, ok? And nobody stopped us. Luckily it ain’t Singapore, or I bet you, we’d have been fined!)






More views of the Grand Palace, Bangkok


Wat Arun (Temple of Dawn), beside the Menam Chao Phraya




Close-up views of Wat Arun showing the level of detail on the structure


Papa and son at Wat Pho, Temple of the Reclining Buddha


Another view of Wat Pho – Wat Pho is known to be the birthplace of traditional Thai massage. We (yours truly and Anu) had a beautiful massage session at the massage centre inside the temple compound, while Justin slept nicely. (It was air-conditioned, not expensive, and we wanted to avoid the ‘extra services’ linked with seedier-looking massage centres outside).


Our hotel at the Khao San Road area, Bangkok’s backpacker area – forgot the name, budget hotel with a small but clean room with air-con, hot water and a useful safe. Pretty nice place in a very lively section of the city. Had dinner here with dear ol’ cousin Alan, and his Thai wife, Jib but did not remember to snap any photos! This was Jib’s first time ever to Khao San Road, and she’s from Bangkok! Amazing huh?


Khao San Road (nope, don’t have a better picture) – the famous (or more like infamous) backpacker ghetto of Thailand, where you can get anything – yeah, fried worms and insects, if that’s your choice of food (but no photographs allowed, unless you pay a small fee), and your choice of degrees, certificates, (I swore I even saw ID’s and passports!) for a fee (nope, photos of the advertising billboard are not allowed, not even with a fee).

Not Another Coup?

Road scenes, Bangkok, Thailand

What’s the problem with Thailand? 12 military coups in 8 decades, that’s what the news say. But I kinda see this one coming, with the long standoff between the yellow and the red shirts. I dunno how else they’re gonna settle this without some sort of intervention, military or King. Anyway, let’s hope it returns to normal soon. They’re our neighbours, my cousin brother and family live there (in Bangkok), and it’s one of our more frequent destinations.

Here’re some pictures of Bangkok, or Krung Thep, in Thai (i.e. City of Angels), in a more peaceful time. …I’m back to my picture-posting days. The Company secured 2 big projects (and 2 small projects) last month, now everything here is like a frantic rush!


Family photo at the Grand Palace, Bangkok – I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve been here before, but this is Anu’s and Justin’s first time. As usual, we got ourselves a super sun tan by the end of the day








More scenes from the Grand Palace


Anu, at Jim Thompson’s House – Jim Thompson was an American architect, entrepreneur and ex-military man whom people claim, ‘single-handedly saved the Thai Silk industry from extinction’ in the years following the Second World War. He made Bangkok his home, set up the Thai Silk Company and built a traditional Thai mansion made up of a number of interconnected houses, beside one of Bangkok’s many ‘khlong’ (canals). His home served as his headquarters, and a place for potential buyers to view his silk fabrics. It also showcased his vast antique collection. In 1967, while on a holiday in Cameron Highlands, Malaysia, he disappeared without a trace, after going out for a stroll. He was never seen again. His home is now a Museum, and houses a gift shop and a retail store for the silk company he founded. It’s an interesting house, made up almost completely of wood, with slanting Thai styled windows and doors, and hosts an interesting collection of curios and furniture. It’ll be more wonderful if we could take pictures of the house interior though.


The River Taxi Station at Pratunam, a busy ‘khlong’ (canal) in the middle of Bangkok – we took a river taxi from Jim Thompson’s House back to this area near our hotel


Central World, Bangkok, opposite the hotel where we were staying in


A Buddhist shrine (I think it’s the Erawan Shrine), at a busy junction near where we stayed – shrines like this are common all over Bangkok, and you’ll see them by the side of the road, in front of 5-Star hotels, by prestigious commercial buildings, inside Shopping Malls, etc


A ‘chedi’ (stupa) in front of the Siam Paragon Shopping Mall




Siam Ocean World in the Siam Paragon Shopping Mall, reputedly the largest aquarium in South East Asia

A Rat Ate My Backpack

Stupid rat!

Recently made a 3 week trip back to Malaysia and India. Visited both our families, wife’s and mine. Took advantage of Justin’s school Spring Break holidays. It’s now or after the birth of our second child, as when Justin breaks for summer, it’d be too late (and too big) for Anu to fly.


Anu and Justin, at the brand new international airport at Mumbai, India, about to board the plane back to Dubai

Nothing much happened. Had a string of tasks lined up, so it was like a friggin errand trip.

In Malaysia, we visited families in Butterworth, Ipoh and Kuala Lumpur, …OK, just a li'l bit of KL. We spent a total of ONE night in KL, and went back to Ipoh the next day… short of time, plus the family in KL’s caught up in some sort of a family crisis then. Got some flak from Anu and Jipek for making them sit so long in the car for the trip to KL. Justin didn’t seem to mind though. Managed to watch ONE movie with dad and mom, Captain America, in Butterworth. And visited ONE friend, Ajit’s family, in Ipoh.


Justin at the 1919 Restaurant, Ipoh – that plate of rice, with steamed tofu in soy sauce, was the fastest Justin finished a plate of rice, ever, in his four years of existence


Justin, his ‘chau ko-po’ and Bear-Bear, the toy dog, OK, it’s real


More scenes from Jack’s house at Kota Kemuning, Selangor – that Chinese character on the wall happens to be one of Justin’s name, Xin.


In front of Jack’s house, Kota Kemuning


Anu at a Chinese restaurant in Gurney Plaza, Penang


Water feature at the Ipoh Swimming Club

In Silchar, I found that my trusty old backpack (rucksack, whatever) from my university days in the UK, a Mountaincraft backpack with a lifetime warranty, has become a pile of shreds and tatters, compliments of a bloody rat. Half of the straps bitten off, holes all over. This backpack has been with me since 1994! Has travelled with me in like 2 dozen countries in Europe and Asia. Felt like I’ve lost an old friend… RIP backpack, may the rat end up the same way as you did.

Pesky rat also munched big holes in our bank passbooks, and ate some insurance receipts. We hope that’s all it ate. Also discovered that termites made a nest out of Justin’s Mothercare cot. But luckily termites don’t have teeth like friggin rats do. So cot is still intact, save for some tiny little holes. Gave it away to Anu’s sister’s newborn daughter, Mahie.

Silchar was dusty hot when we arrived, no problems with me as I’m used to dry weather. Besides, there’re less mosquitoes when it’s like that. A day plus later, Silchar had a hailstorm (or more like a series of hailstorms) that blew off signboards and uprooted trees, and Ta-Da! …no friggin power for 24 hours (ok, …almost). We were in Fulertal, so we spent our time chilling out in the Barak River… Hailstorm fell two betel nut trees in our Silchar house compound, but no damage to the house. And that’s about it folks!


Hailstorm in progress, Itkhola, Silchar, Assam – ‘antiquated’ version, made with my blackberry phone, easy process, especially with the amount of rickshaws around in Silchar


Caught by the camera – Justin sabotaging the cake, on the occasion of Anu’s sister’s wedding anniversary. Justin’s not a big fan of cakes, but he likes messing with it, and everyone’s too busy to notice


Taking a dip in the Barak River, Fulertal – Justin with his mama (uncle) and maiju (aunt), Anu’s brother and sis-in-law

Oh, and a congratulatory note to the people of India for voting in a strong government. It’s about time they got rid of the ineffective and corruption-tainted present government of theirs. Let’s hope things get better now.