"A few paths, a few places, a few people - might have been left behind in this journey of life but are seldom forgotten.."
This was very evident when Dad told us stories of how he spent the first 15 years of his life in this village - Kodihalli near Bethamangala Hobli of Kolar District. Stories ranging from the paths he trod to reach School, the places where he played football, the place where he learnt swimming, the place where his Uncle did a 160 kmph on a Matchless, the Ghost stories involving my Grand-dad and so many others.
Well, coming back to the journey which we undertook yesterday. It was basically an impromptu one owing to the long Diwali weekend we had at our side to spend and whilst deciding places everybody thought the best thing to do would be to tick this one long pending item on the checklist - going to Kodihalli - we had been contemplating on this since a decade now!
Alright, let me put across the actual journey in pictures and a few words.
We finally hit the highway after tummy-filling at Jayanagar 9th block SLV (Clean and neat breakfast served with an Old-Bangalore ambiance in the service hall upstairs) and braving ourselves through the traffic.
And then these beautiful folks were along with us
But it was business as usual for this man
Meanwhile, Kolar looked to be in celebration mood with Diwali around
And then we had a few sips of fresh coconut water
And the doors were opened too, for some snacks
And a little photography
Sun helped the matters too
We "found" Dad's school finally! Dad had forgotten the route to his roots! 40 years is a long time you see..
And the river he used to cross to reach the school. It's called Palar river.
Brothers walking along the banks of the same
Took a reverse angle shot too
And then we fell from sky!
And dad showing us the exact spots which he used to talk about all these years
Later we jumped!
And jumped..
Went mad and did a little bit of Gangnam Style
A little more
The ride was posing. Hence, I took one more picture of her. She's pretty isn't it?
And then came the sad moment! Dad was shocked to see his old shop's current state!
Finally found his childhood home which was still standing tall but with the Door being moved to a different direction! Change is the only constant - re-established here too!
A lady using the
mitti ka choolha for her everyday cooking
We moved a little ahead and did a tiny bit of off-roading to reach the place where Dad learnt swimming. One more
kinaara of Palar river.
She was standing pretty all the while when we were having lunch
This guy was loitering around in the Village and drew my attention
Later in the evening, it was time to visit our Aunt's farm and we found this vegetable (Ridge Gourd if I am not wrong) being grown
And there were Guava too which tasted so sweet! Fresh from the trees.
Everybody posed for a family picture for the album of memories and self timer did a good job
Sun was indicating that it was time to pack up
And I decided to pack up with this Parting Shot
Later, we had a fine evening snack-cum-dinner at Woody's on NH4 (Amazingly delicious South Indian food) and called it a day! A day which was definitely memorable and bought the childhood memories of dad alive! He enjoyed it the most and we all were glad about it.