Coorg during the rainy season is a sight to behold with the rivers in full flow, small colourful flowers sprouting from all possible angles. Surrounded by mountains and the awe-inspiring greenery makes you come back to this land of the brave men.
We drove down to Coorg before the dawn broke and to our surprise it was chilling cold. A group of 9, each one just could not be better and was at their wits end, made the trip all the more exciting. Broke the fast with a cutting-chai, set ourselves for Nisargadhama. We traveled trough the forests, took pictures in all backgrounds and the sight of the tree houses was just ultimate fun. Finally we arrived the most awaited waterfalls. We all love water and it didn’t even take us a minute to plunge into it.
Negotiating with the frothy swift currents, avoiding the jutting rocks we tip toed towards the other shore. It was an amazing experience and I could never believe that I will personally be able to cross the stream because of my extraordinary height. I literally had to catch hold of two of my saviors- Mano and Vijay. And only at the end they realized that through out the way I was actually standing and not sitting. Upon reaching the other side, you have another falls to please yourself with and the twitter just added to its beauty.
It was an immense sense of achievement after we reached the other side. But the very thought of coming back was again painful. But surely these experiences would inspire the hard core adventurists in us.
The night devouring the deadly corgi pork, chicken fry is something I can never forget accompanied by hard core drinks. Well to talk about what my friends would not forget was my monologue..the after effect of the ultimate drunkenness…..”Vijay, I am TUN”… the dancing,,, the music…friends…Oh..how much I want to get back to that place…
Next day to Rajaseat gave pure thrills to the ones who enjoy trekking.. I loved gazing at the houses etched on the hills and few random shots.. The toy train journey and then the grand Abbey falls…its massive.. why do we forget always that actually we are nothing and that their’s so much more we have to see, we have to do and we have to learn..
We left the same day… Puja waving at every passer by must have left a mark in every Coorgi heart…and I slowly seeped into my much awaited slumber…
We drove down to Coorg before the dawn broke and to our surprise it was chilling cold. A group of 9, each one just could not be better and was at their wits end, made the trip all the more exciting. Broke the fast with a cutting-chai, set ourselves for Nisargadhama. We traveled trough the forests, took pictures in all backgrounds and the sight of the tree houses was just ultimate fun. Finally we arrived the most awaited waterfalls. We all love water and it didn’t even take us a minute to plunge into it.
Negotiating with the frothy swift currents, avoiding the jutting rocks we tip toed towards the other shore. It was an amazing experience and I could never believe that I will personally be able to cross the stream because of my extraordinary height. I literally had to catch hold of two of my saviors- Mano and Vijay. And only at the end they realized that through out the way I was actually standing and not sitting. Upon reaching the other side, you have another falls to please yourself with and the twitter just added to its beauty.
It was an immense sense of achievement after we reached the other side. But the very thought of coming back was again painful. But surely these experiences would inspire the hard core adventurists in us.
The night devouring the deadly corgi pork, chicken fry is something I can never forget accompanied by hard core drinks. Well to talk about what my friends would not forget was my monologue..the after effect of the ultimate drunkenness…..”Vijay, I am TUN”… the dancing,,, the music…friends…Oh..how much I want to get back to that place…
Next day to Rajaseat gave pure thrills to the ones who enjoy trekking.. I loved gazing at the houses etched on the hills and few random shots.. The toy train journey and then the grand Abbey falls…its massive.. why do we forget always that actually we are nothing and that their’s so much more we have to see, we have to do and we have to learn..
We left the same day… Puja waving at every passer by must have left a mark in every Coorgi heart…and I slowly seeped into my much awaited slumber…
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3 comments:
stylize your blog...less words, powerful visuals, the nostalgic feeling is still missing...try to make others feel your visualization...but, a nice effort...good going...keep it up...
well written. let me give you an idea. you can earn some some by selling space to tourism companies...blogs are meant to be read to , hence i donot agree with Mr. Alekhya.
Mr. Mukherjee is right, I couldn't understand the appropriate meaning of "blogs", I'm a Stupid guy...but I see your improvement in blogging...I guess powerful visuals with exact words worked out together...
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