Showing posts with label orissa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label orissa. Show all posts

Friday, 13 April 2007

Cute Gods & Laid-Back Beaches


Mooooo…. how wonderful, can someone give me a massage, …...pleeez?

This is Puri on the east coast of India, in the state of Orissa, the closest ‘decent’ beach to Calcutta, and therefore a ‘must-go’ for someone who’s never in her life seen the sea before (you know who I’m talking about). Anyway, there’re absolutely no regrets. Puri is surprisingly ‘tout-free’ (not totally, after all this is India mate, but reasonably …for India), and has attractions and places to cater for people of different interests.
There’s the Sun Temple in Konark for history buffs and Indiana Jones enthusiasts (like me).

The Sun Temple, Konark, Orissa

There’s the thriving and packed Jagannath Temple in the centre of Puri, one of the main pilgrimage destinations for Hindus for the spiritualists and cultural nuts (also like me, …I dunno why but I like temples and religious places, whatever religion they’d be).

The Temple of Lord Jagannath, Puri, Orissa

There’re tons and loads of wildlife for the wildlife enthusiasts (of course, this is India, remember?), cows (what’s new), dogs, chickens, monkeys, etc apart from the not so common grand entourage of birds, dolphins (yeah, some riverine dolphins, don’t ask me what species, coz I don’t remember, anyway you see them only for about err… less than a second per time, smooth grey bald round objects that bob up and down in the Chilika lake).

Our boat, Chilika Lake, Orissa

There’re stretches of quiet, tree-shaded roads (unlike India…) for a nice stroll, or hassle-free ride on a cycle (very unlike India).

The favourite pastime in Orissa, …zzzzzz (Ram Temple, somewhere between Puri and Konark)

There’re thronging markets packed with all sorts of stuff from cheap ethnic clothes to religious paraphernalia for the die-hard bargain hunters (like the women, really, I’ll never understand them…).

Life around the Jagannath Temple, Puri

There’re cheap (but reasonably bright and airy) budget hotels lining the quieter beach front towards the east (the west is packed full of Indian revelers, mainly Bengali tourists from Calcutta), where backpackers chill-out, jam music, and have an occasional dose of ‘grass’ I suppose (no, dunno where I can get them, didn’t try, but I’m sure it exists, hint).
There’re lots of cheap and fresh seafood to gorge on and beer to wash it all down, wonderful…
There’re peaceful and hassle-free beachfronts where you can roam undisturbed (most of the time) – nope I’d not want to swim here, when it comes to beaches, nothing beats good ol’ South-East-Asia after all.

Dusk at Chilika Lake

And there’s of course the super-cute main deity of Orissa, Lord Jagannath, with huge round saucer eyes on a black and red round smiley face, short body and stumps for hands, adorning every altar, wall and portrait in town. And what’s more, he’s usually with his brother and sister, both also similarly ‘cute’, (sis has no hands by the way). Dunno how they look like? Just watch one of those South Park cartoons.


The Sun Temple, Konark

Thursday, 28 December 2006

Destiny's Path

Recently I got married. …Huh? What?!? Yeah, it’s true, after all I’m friggin human, I’m 36 bloody years old, I’m not gay, and I also wanna have a family of my own, and like it or not, destiny seems to have decided that it’s about time this …err thing happened.

Although destiny didn’t put it in such a straight-forward kinda way. No, don’t get me wrong, everything went on quite normally at first. There was friendship (we knew each other since January 2006, but never in our minds thought we’d be together, …we used to tease each other and pair each other off to potential partners). There was love (of course) and then a proposal (first, on the phone with my now-wife and then I went to her house and family in Assam state and formally proposed to her mother and her brothers). There was courtship (for about ONE WHOLE MONTH, after she accepted my proposal hehehe – when in India, do as the Indians do, right?). There was rivalry, …a lot of rivalry (after all my wife’s not that bad looking and somehow seems to attract a lot of …unwanted (on my part) attention, which include big names which I will refrain from naming here, and yours truly isn’t that bad in the attraction department himself, never would have guessed huh? hehehe). There were a lot of obstacles, ...there was a lot of heartache (refer to my earlier entries – “A Note of Illumination” and “Casualties of Love”). And finally there was our daring escape from Mizoram, when my wife left everything and everyone that she knew, to be with me, God bless her, and it’s no easy task to escape from Mizoram or for the matter of fact, her village (and her house which is inaccessible by car), without a soul knowing about it (don’t believe me, just let me see you do it). So, there you have it, we’re together and happily married now, far from the reaches of Mizoram.

And somehow, after you’re married your writing creativity and inspiration just don’t seem to work?!? …beats me, …but maybe there’s just no bloody free-time, …oh, YES HONEY, I’m coming…

By the way, my wife’s name is Anu, short for Anuradha Rajput.


Gary & Anu at the Sun Temple, Konark, Orissa


Gary & Anu at Taj Mahal, Agra, Uttar Pradesh