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Sat, Jan. 28th, 2012, 03:11 pm
My Love Affair With A Cottage

Roughly 2.5kms on the Ooty - Coonoor Road is an inconspicuous right turn marked by a board that reads "Sagar Holiday Resorts". Take that turn and know that its always darkest before dawn. The 200 odd meters that leads you to the gates of I-India lie dilapidated. But once you make that turn into the cottage, the view that greets you is one of insurmountable peace. Welcome to a Pucca Stay, a Pucca Experience.

The Property:

The pathway, lined by brilliant wild flowers and flowering shrubs, leads you to a charming English cottage set against a backdrop most refreshing. Said to be almost a 100 years old, it has been refurbished thoughtfully without losing its old-world appeal.

The courtyard overlooks a section of the famous Ketti Valley and offers a glorious view of the mountains and the valley. Less interestingly, it also offers plenty of parking space. The Blue Mountain track runs across the valley, not very far from the cottage and a walk along the track is a good way to get to know Ooty.

The cottage has 6 or 7 rooms, rustic in nature, all clean and well maintained. We booked the Heritage room for the two nights we stayed. It had two comfortable queen-sized beds and enough blankets to keep us warm through the 2 degree celsius nights without a heater. There are no fans or television sets. We didn’t miss either of them. The wardrobe was clean and big enough for the two of us. The bathrooms are sanitary and the fixtures modern. Running hot water is a bit of a problem. So have the staff switch on your geyser first thing in the morning so you are shower-ready by the time you are done with your morning tea.

A ‘Glass House’ or a communal lounge runs across the entire length of the cottage over looking the valley. You can watch some television here, or read a book or ponder over your next move in a game of chess amidst a picturesque setting.

Your Trip Advisors:

I-India has a wonderful staff, very welcoming, always attentive, and all Nilagiri aficionados’. As far as I am concerned, they are the cake. Everything else is just the icing. Sabi, the property manager, is a Nilagiri devotee and an avid trekker. He’ll help you figure your itinerary, whatever your needs might be. Gokul, who looks after the accounts, is a PhD research student. His research on the temples of Nilagiris makes for informative conversation and if time permits, exciting field trips.  Denish, the strapping young marketing guy knows all the nooks and crannies in and around Ooty. Be nice to him. He might just take you there.

Food:

I-India provides you with a more than decent fare on their menu. Just show up at the kitchen when you’re ready for breakfast. Its usually Idli/dosa/masala dosa with chutney and sambar. You also have bread and eggs. Geetha akka will have you wanting more.

However, be sure to ORDER LUNCH and DINNER well in ADVANCE. Jerry is the omnipresent lord of the jungle and the ever genial man Friday. He will be around to take your order. While Chef Suresh is a pasta specialist (Ex Sidewalk and all) the menu includes South/North Indian and Chinese treats (Veg and Non Veg).

At the end of the two days; we not only had a delightful stay, having seen some breathtaking sights; we also made a bunch of friends. There’s no doubt this is the only door we’ll be knocking the next time we are in Ooty. 

Pointers:

The Heritage room is the largest, can accommodate up to four people, and is the only room that opens out into the lounge. The others open to face other rooms.

Carry a pair of house slippers. The floor is wooden and tends to get really cold in winters.

I am sure the staff might be able to get this for you, but carry some toilet paper on you for “drying off” purposes!

If you want to avoid the hassle of making a lunch/dinner stop after getting to Ooty, feel free to call Sabi and place your order enroute, lets say, 2 hours before you are slated to reach Ooty. If not, you can head over to SideWalk Café on Charing Cross before you get on the Ooty-Coonoor road.

Fri, Jun. 3rd, 2011, 02:30 pm
Monotone Hues

 
 
Everyday takes away life's every charm,
Familiarity and boredom- arm in arm.
Dew drops on dahlias don't stay new very long,
Mere early morning chaos the Jay bird's sweet song.
The distant smells of oncoming rains,
Soon all about stagnant puddles and overflowing drains.

A new sun, she rises but for a day.
And then its just something you see on your way,
To work! To work!! To make all that hay.
For all those bills you ought to pay.
For a cheque to buy you that precious holiday.
At the beach to watch the same old sun rise again. 
 

Sat, Mar. 5th, 2011, 03:53 pm
Good Housekeeping

Voices
Inside my head
Holding hostage
mind body soul.
Inconsiderate to
their cousins outside.
Whats for lunch
The comely matriarch asks.
I step into the kitchen
Some fried aubergine perhaps?

I reach for the knife
It slips off the holster
Dripping with blood
Is it Delilah?
Bathsheba?
Sita?

Hair on the floor
Money in hand
Love lies dead
My baby in the Kings's groin
Oh wont the baby want the best for me?

A knight in wornout armour
His child, His home I keep
While in a distant land he slays
His Master, me he summons
Strokes my thighs
The hands that killed Goliath
The Lord's commandments on the floor
Below my new silk things
Love lies dead
My baby in the King's groin
Oh wont the baby want the best for me?

An Emperor, a good son,
But never a man
Tonight his enemy invades,
Dont I look alluring bathed in moonlight?
Marriage vows on the floor
Passion in return for the kiss of judas
Love lies dead
My baby in the King's groin
Oh wont the baby want the best for me?

Slicing through the aubergine
I wonder, wont my baby want better for me.

Thu, Mar. 3rd, 2011, 05:35 am
Stage Freight



The curtains fall on the final act.
Another day has gone by,
Scene shops and skydrops, strip lights and shutters
Oh! for a house full of suspended disbelief.
Dreams and greasy stage make up
Wait for the curtain call.
Take a bow, blow a kiss. Break a leg, we did.
Exit line amidst appalause:
Oh wont you tell your friends about us
And help us pay our annual taxes?

Tue, Dec. 21st, 2010, 05:04 pm
A little less conversation...and a whole lotta lovin'

 Him: u still there, but then i see u with ur hubby
          so i avoid looking at u
          for then both ur hubby and my wife will come to know what i feel!

Him:

If i ever get so famous that people want to read my autobiography
i will not include u in it...for then they will appreciate u more than they will appreciate me!

:) actually... i won't include u... cuz i do not want to waste u on people who wud not even have the questions for which u r ready to discuss solutions.

Mon, Oct. 4th, 2010, 06:28 pm
Love Haiku

Hang your dreams up on the willow tree
Together we will pick what will be
Five years or fifty, Enslaved or free.

Sat, Jul. 10th, 2010, 09:44 pm
On love and romance and all that its worth

Is it me or is it just the way love is? Why does it seem more romantic, albeit in a cavalier desperado style, and consequently soothing to grieve the lost loves of the yore than it is to relish the one beside you? Is it me or is it just the way love is?

Thu, May. 27th, 2010, 12:47 am

why does the loss of a love that never even was hurt more than the one that was.

Fri, Mar. 5th, 2010, 02:00 pm
P.A.I.N

P A I N... Funny that it could expand to read thus: Permission Authorized for Intake of Novocain
now what that could perhaps mean is that the solution to any problem lies in the problem itself :)

Fri, Mar. 5th, 2010, 01:58 pm
Symptomania

'Tis not the disease but symptoms that kill
For disease is just a lable that fills
The dotted line against the cause of death
On man's record of consumed breath.

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