In and around Chikmagalur

It was summer vacation time and we wanted to explore a new destination. Research was done at different levels and finally the destination was decided: Bangalore and Chikmagalur. Bags packed, essentials taken care of and off we went to the IT/Garden City of India.

We were visiting our cousins in Bangalore for the first time and I must acknowledge that I have hardly met such a warm family! Glad we could also catch up with our friends. We tried out various eateries, cafes, and home cooked south Indian food. My favorite I would say was ‘Donne Biryani’ and the prawns cooked at home. When in Bangalore, Koshy’s at MG Road is a must visit. We also visited the HAL, Heritage Centre & Aerospace Museum and walked around Cubbon Park, located in the heart of the city.

Home cooked food!
At HAL Museum
Cubbon Park

After a three-day stay at Bangalore we drove off to Chikmagalur, the land of coffee! We were mesmerized by the scenic view on the way, beautiful lakes after short intervals, windmills on the hill-tops, greenery, and the smooth roads. We stopped at quite a few locations to appreciate the beauty. Bangalore to Chikmagalur is a six-hour drive when driving at leisure. And one can take detours to visit the temples in Belur and Halebidu. We decided to visit the Belur, Chennakeshava Temple.

On our way

Belur was the early capital of the Hoysala Empire in the 11th century, before they built Dorasamudra (modern Halebid). According to various read outs, in the inscriptions discovered here, Belur was called Beluhur, Velur or Velapura during the Hoysala era. And the temple is supposed to be last of the great Hoysala temples located near Yagachi River in Karnataka. It is a major tributary of Hemavathi River. It rises in the Baba Budan Hill Range near the city of Chikmagalur and flows through the Belur taluk, Hassan District. The temple was supposedly built over three generations and took 103 years to finish!

Chennakeshava Temple

After appreciating the craftsmanship at the Chennakeshava temple we started our journey to our home stay which was away from the town. It’s a coffee estate which had a few sections built into cottages and a coffee shop. ‘Halli Berri’ staff were a polite lot and always trying to help. The home cooked food was delicious and easy on the stomach. We got a coffee plantation walk where we were informed about the stages of coffee-making and we could walk through the area to experience the green. There was a nursery too, where the coffee buds were grown until they could be planted across the estate.

Hebbe falls was on our list and we had to visit it. The drive to the Bhadra wildlife sanctuary where Hebbe falls was located was smooth. After reaching the gate we had to hop on to the local jeep. Though the ride till Hebbe fall was quite bumpy, the scenic view made it worth the while. The hill plantation along the way was a lighter shade of green and it was soothing to the eyes. We had to walk one kilometer to reach the falls, and we were enchanted by the first view of the gigantic fall. The sun shining on the water was a view that can make anybody’s heart dance.

Another precious gem we found was the Belavadi Veera Narayana Temple. Belavadi is a village, located at a distance of 29 km from Chikmagalur town and about 12 km from Halebidu, Karnataka, India. The place is described as Ekachakranagara of Mahabharata. As the folklore goes, Belavadi was where Bheem killed the demon Bakasura and protected the village and its people. One has to actually see it to believe its beauty. There are three forms of Vishnu in three different sections. This thousand-year old temples is less visited and is preserved by the ASI (Bangalore circle). A must-visit according to me!

On the way back we visited the Ayyanakere Lake, which is considered to be the second largest lake of Karnataka. We had a difficult time locating the exact view point. Finally found an entry point and the view was amazing.

Another place that I would recommend is the Shettihalli Rosary Church which was quite close to Hassan (30 mins). We decided to visit it on our way back to Bangalore. The road to the Church was not very good in some places but again the view was something else. We were awestruck when we first got the view of the church. The church is a masterpiece in many ways. It’s built on the banks of Hemavathi River in Shettihalli village of Hassan district. It is purported to have been constructed in 1860 by a French missionary named Abbe J. A. Dubois. In 1960, the Gorur-Hemavathi dam was constructed over the river which uprooted all villages surrounding the area of the church. Since then, every year during peak monsoon the land floods with water and submerges the church. Despite this, the church still stands, with only about one-third of its structure above the water’s surface. Over the years, it has acquired names like ‘Floating Church’ and ‘Submerged Church’. The church is a magnificent structure of Gothic Architecture.

Overall the trip was wonderful as it was a mix of meeting friends, family and discovering some gems. It’s up to your stamina to make it busier or just breathe in the greens!

Some SuddyMoody suggestions/facts – the Hoysala era was an important period in the development of South Indian art, architecture, and religion. The empire is remembered today primarily for Hoysala architecture; 100 surviving temples are scattered across Karnataka. You can explore the MG Park at Chikmagalur if you are traveling with kids, the toy train ride was super fun; if you are a real coffee lover and interested in its history visit the Coffee Museum at MG Road; go prepared according to the season and enjoy the hospitality in the coffee land of Karnataka!

My Kantha story

As a child I was never fascinated with draping saaris. In fact I used to find it messy when my mom had to wear it the whole day. It’s not a comfortable outfit for me, and people who know me would have an idea that I generally prefer to wear comfortable clothes. But there was this one saari in particular that I always used to covet. My granny had gifted this beautiful bright yellow saari with black/brown embroidery on it to my eldest sister. My granny got it especially stitched for her as a wedding gift. And apparently, it took more than a month for it to be stitched. I had no understanding then, of the effort that goes into the making of saaris in general and that one in particular. It was only later that I got to know that it was called a Kantha saari!

Kantha is one of the oldest forms of embroidery that originated in India. Its origins can be supposedly traced back to the ancient pre-Vedic ages. ‘Kantha’ means ‘rags’ in Sanskrit, which reflects the fact that Kantha embroidery is made up of discarded or worn-out garments or clothes. A unique traditional art, Kantha work is a particular kind of embroidery done on old sarees, dhotis and other apparel. Women often use old saaris and other clothes, layering them with the Kantha stitch to make small blankets and bedspreads, for children. My mom made some kanthas for my newborn too. It is a popular art form practiced in Bengal, especially in Bolpur, and in Bihar. While it was developed mostly to make use of old and worn-out clothes, it began to be used as an embroidery pattern on saaris and other fabrics as well. It generally consists of a simple running stitch in the form of motifs such as animals, birds, flowers, simple geometrical shapes and scenes from everyday life. What caught my attention while I was reading about the art form is that it is a craft widely practiced by women in rural Bengal, and it knows no boundaries of class or status. Be it a woman in a small village or a rich landlady, both devote their skills and talents to use Kantha for their clothing, either out of need or just out of interest.

One of the Kantha’s for the new born. My niece and mom made this one.

Ever since I was ok with the idea of draping a saari I wanted to get hold of my sister’s Kantha saari. I requested my sister if I could borrow it for a while and she happily obliged. Finally, one day I got a chance to wear it. It was an office Diwali celebration day where people had to wear ethnic wear. It was maybe not the right occasion to wear that saari but I couldn’t help myself. I definitely shone that day and won the best dressed female at office (Miss Phooljhari).

2011

My love for Kantha did not end there. It has only grown with time. I had explicitly requested my mom to gift me a Kanthasaari whenever she wanted to gift me something. That occasion and the perfect kantha for me came in quite late! My mother had gifted me this saari on the occasion of my baby shower, which among Bengalis is popularly known as ‘shaad’. I had planned to wear it for my shaad which was scheduled for 15th August, 2019. However, my baby had other plans and decided to say hello to the world on that particular day. So I did not have a shaad and neither did I get to wear the saari. I waited for occasions after that to flaunt my Kantha saari but couldn’t manage one.

It was my bestie’s wedding last month and I decided to wear a bright pink silk saari for the occasion but then on that particular day something went wrong with the decided saari and I chose to wear the kantha instead. Incidentally, on the same day in a phone call with my mother, she reminded me to drape the Kantha saari. I was not sure if that was the right choice because it’s not the usual choice for people in North India to wear a Kantha during weddings. But I did, and I think I shone in my own way. The saari brought out the best in me because it’s a colorful kantha and an abstract one making it stand out. I felt beautiful wearing it finally!

2021

That’s my Kantha story and I hope the story continues!