Saturday, December 31, 2011

SAPTHAK; A dream come true in Bengaluru. An update!

 Sapthak recently celebrated its Seventh anniversary at the prestigious Chowdiah Memorial Auditorium. Two leading artists, Pandita Shubhada Paradkar (Vocal) and  Pandit Bhudaditya Mukherjee (Sitar) performed. A grand success and a well attended program. Particularly satisfying for Tara as Shubhada Paradkar was her teacher for a while when we lived in Bangkok. It was  nostalgic as Shubhadaji stayed with us. In addition our friend Lakshminaryan,  M.D. Harman Kardon, also a well-wisher and a supporter of Sapthak, inaugurated the function along with Mr. Sri G.K.Veeresh, President of Academy of Music, Chowdaiah Hall.The program was well reviewed in The Hindu and other papers.

Here are few pictures of the occasion:
The Banner with the names of the sponsors.

Tara Srinidhi was  the compere of the program
G. S. Hegde thanks M. Lakshminarayan
M. Lakshminaryan, G.K. Veeresh and Hedge lighting the lamp.

Pandita Shubhada Paradkar


An enjoyable moment for the artists and the audience.
Sapthak family!
A close up
Pandit Vyasmurti Katti being felicitated.

Udayraj Karpur receiving a bouquet of flowers
G S Hegde thanks Sushila Mehta, Presedent of Sursagar
The audience

The artists with Dhananjay Hegde and Gurusangappa Hugar

Pandit Budhaditya Mukherjee


Pandit Ravindra Yavgal being thanked.

An introduction to Sapthak:
When Hegdeji called me one day and announced that he is retiring from the Karnataka Bank, I was a bit surprised as he looks too young to retire. As another retiree, I wondered 'How is he going to keep busy?'  In fact, he is deeply involved with SAPTHAK, an organisation he has created on his own. Hence, while the bank  misses a hard working employee, music has gained a very dedicated and a genuine devotee!

 I had met G. S. Hegde about a decade ago, the time his wife Geethaji came to Bangkok to teach Hindustani music to Tara and Viji and a few others. Bangkok which was starved for good teachers benefited immensely. The trio, Viji, Tara and Gayathri, also arranged concerts of her son Dhananjay and Hegdeji accompanied him on the tabla. But, it is only after my return to Bangalore that I got to know Hegdeji better and his total dedication to music and about his organisation Sapthak.

Sapthak is dedicated to promoting Hindustani classical music and other cultural activities. Hegdeji says: like the Seven Swaras in Sapthak, it has seven core objectives.
  • To provide a platform to budding and upcoming artistes.
  • To organise concerts of renowned artists and music maestros.
  • To encourage by awarding scholarships to the needy, but talented students of classical music.
  • To promote classical music learning by conducting lecture and demonstration workshops by eminent scholars.
  • To honour senior musicians, music teachers and organisers of classical music concerts.
  • To extend a helping hand to elderly musicians by way of monetary help.
  • To join hands with other institutions and organise music concerts by famous musicians.
Hegdeji, to make his dream come true has built a beautiful concert hall on the second floor of his house, Sushravya, which has a capacity to accommodate about two hundred people.

Hegdeji has been active for many years with music in varied ways. He founded Sapthak on 6th May 2006, registered as a charitable trust and since its inception has crossed many milestones in a short period of five years. He is rightfully proud of its achievements so far, which he hopes to continue to promote and sustain into the future. Here are a few highlights:
  • Organised numerous music concerts by well known and outstanding musicians from all over the world.
  • Conducted workshops at the Sapthak 'Sabhangana' for the benefit of students and lovers of music.
  • Felicitated  senior music maestros to honor their contribution to music and its upliftment.
  • Encouraged needy and talented students by awarding scholarships to the tune of Rs. 82,000/- per annum,
  • Helped senior musicians by offering medical aid to the extent possible.
  • Encouraged other art forms and  introduced them to music lovers, by organising Thalamuddale, Nudinamana and Nada nudi yaksha namana programs.
  • Celebrated Gurupoornimas regularly by arranging concerts at Sapthak Sabhangana to inculcate guru-shishya paramapara and also to prepare them to give public performances.
  •  Organised many Baithaks with the intention of providing public platform for upcoming talented young artistes.
  • Released Audio CD's under the banner of Sapthak, of  kumari Anagha Bhat, a disciple of Smt. Geeta Hegde.
  • Helped other institutions by organising culturally related programs.
 I was curious and asked him how, with a career in a bank, he had developed such a deep passion for music in all its varied forms. He said that he treated music in an 'Aradhana Manobhava'    (A worshipful attitude towards music)  even as a young man. In fact, one of the attributes he sought in the girl he would marry was her ability to sing! Geethaji, his wife, belongs to the Keramane  family of artistes in the tradition of  Yakshagana.

His dedication to music became stronger as his son Dhananjay Hegde, a renowned young vanguard artist of today, was discovered to be a child prodigy. He chose to dedicate all his time and energy to encourage his son's talent for music. He even opted to forgo his promotion as a manager, as he wanted to live in Bangalore, so that his son's tutelage under the guidance of Pandit Vinayak Torvi went unhindered.

Geethaji began learning classical music after her marriage and is now a very sought after teacher in Bangalore. Her speciality is that she gives one-on-one lessons to students thus providing individual attention. Many of her students are now well known in the field of music as performing artistes.

It is remarkable that the family is totally involved in music and is dedicated to it in all its genres. Not easy, as the admission to the concerts are free. The artistes, however are compensated directly by Sapthak, except  in a few concerts, which are arranged jointly with the help of donors and sponsors.

He says his dream is to make Sapthak a center for encouraging Hindustani music in all its aspects. He feels he could to do more by building a corpus fund, which will enable him to arrange more programs and encourage even greater number of artists. To this effect, Sapthak has obtained an exemption under section 80G(g) (vi) of the Income Tax act 1961, and donors can avail of this tax rebate.

We feel that Sapthak is an organisation which deserves to be encouraged and supported  to the fullest. As you can see a phenomenal amount of work is done and more can be achieved with help.
  • By donating generously to build the corpus fund.
  • Sponsoring Programmes.
  • Creating an endowment fund for either conducting programmes or to award scholarships
Today, Sapthak is deeply indebted to Karnataka Bank, Mangalore, Balachandra Naikanakatte Trust, Bangalore, Sackhumvit Trust, Bangalore for their continued support and patronage and a few individuals as well. We hope and urge that more will come forward to help.

Here are a few pictures which illustrate the extent to which Sapthak has grown, mainly due to Hegdeji's efforts and some well meaning organisations.

The stage at Sapthak Sabhangana

Seeking the blessings of Lord Ganesha

Press clippings of the many concerts arranged by Sapthak
A full house is a normal feature at a Sapthak concert.

A few more clippings.

Artist Shafiqe Khan on Sitar and Raghunath Nakod on the tabla.

Pandit Taranath on the Sarod and Pt.Partho Chatterjee on the Sitar
Pt.Praveen Godkindi on the Flute

A collage of the many programs.

The class room at Geethaji's home.
Students felicitate their Gutu Geethaji during Gurupoornima.

Dhananjay Hegde at a concert. He also works as a Manager at Karnataka Bank.

The very dedicated couple!

The first generation!

The present and the future. Dhanajay, Pratima and Suyog

A review in the news paper Hindu about a sapthak program

A link to one of the programs organised by Sapthak.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

It is optimism time!

Merry Christmas and Happy new year!

Being totally immersed in the Mahabharata times, I  found it hard to blog about anything that will bring a cheer! 

 Scanned papers and my mail and luckily found something to cheer about. 

The common man's voice: Abhay KDec 14, 2011, 12.00AM IST --TOI

Creation of a global parliamentary assembly at the UN would be in India's interest.   

A second chamber at the UN - directly elected by the people across the world as a new subsidiary organ of the United Nations General Assembly (UNGA) - can make the world's citizens stakeholders in the UN system and global governance. In the UNGA, India has just one seat and so do, for instance, Samoa and Tuvalu, both of which have a population of just a few thousands...This major lacuna in the present Westphalian world order could be overcome by creating a directly elected United Nations Parliamentary Assembly (UNPA).

In the beginning, members of the UNPA could be elected by the parliaments of the 193 UN member states... But at a later stage, its members should be directly elected by the world's citizens. The UNPA will probably have about 800 elected members, distributed on the basis of degressive proportionality with each member state having at least two seats.

  India, being the second largest country in the world in terms of population size (and soon to be the largest), should have the second largest number of seats in a UNPA. Indian representatives in the UNPA would be a formidable force and could become a source of great influence for India in shaping global affairs. This would complement India's global influence as a permanent member of the UN Security Council (whenever India becomes a permanent member).

India itself is a laboratory for democracy on a large scale and thus can offer its extensive experience in building a workable UNPA.

  If you are worried about foisting Indian parliamentarians onto the world stage, looking at the antics of our fathers of the Nation, we are right to be worried! Hope is round the corner. Here is a Fw. I saw recently in my mail box.

Winds of Change....
 forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list;
in turn ask each of them to do likewise.

In three days, most computer literate people in India will have this message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.

_*Reform Act of 2011*_

1. No Tenure / No Pension.

Parliamentarians collect a salary while in office but should not receive any pay when they're out of office.

2.  Parliamentarians should purchase their own retirement plans, just as all Indians do.

3. Parliamentarians should no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Their pay should be linked to the CPI or 3%, whichever is lower.

4. Parliamentarians should  lose their current health care system and participate in the same health care system as the Indian people.

5. Parliamentarians should  equally abide by all laws they impose on the Indian people.

6. All contracts with past and present Parliamentarians should be void effective 1/1/12. The Indian people did not make this contract with them.  Parliamentarians  made all these contracts for themselves.
Serving in Parliament  is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.

If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people then it will only take three days for most people (in India) to receive the message. Don't you think it's time?

THIS IS HOW YOU FIX Parliamentarians !

Friday, December 9, 2011

My fashion statement.

Last week while at the golf course, I noticed Ram looking at my shoes with an expression which said 'What kind of shoes are these?' To be honest they look terrible!
My Designer shoes

Here is the story why my shoes have this strange look: The shoes were brown to begin with.
Being in a rush one early morning I used black polish instead of  brown. As I soon as I realised my mistake I applied black allover, hoping that it would take the middle path become dark brown. I remember we used to have only brown and black shoes when young and I guess dark brown was invented only to help chaps like me! Anyway it did not work and the shoes have splotches of black on a brown back ground. They are my best golf  shoes, very comfortable and so what the heck!

I call them 'Manufacturing defect.
Then the lace broke and I went to the shop and bought lace with same diameter as earlier. But I had picked up much a shorter boy's laces, actually the shop keeper gave me a strange look, but kept his counsel. Did not check it till it was time to leave for my game in the morning and discovered my mistake. Too early for the shops to be open. So I had to use alternative holes in the shoe to make it work. In fact, it is good value engineering as we save 50% of the thread in the new style. I know  I will get around to it and change the lace, but I have decided to live with my discolored shoes as long as they last. In any case Ram thought it was a new style!

While on the subject, take a look at these slippers.
 I call them 'The manufacturing defect'!

They are neither shoes nor slippers. My guess is that the company produced a batch of shoes with a defective heel and a value engineer  redesigned the shoes to salvage them. In any case, they do not come any cheaper and use less leather!

I just noticed  a layer of dust on my slippers. I took the picture after my walk! Time for Cherry Blossom co. to invent a 'Bangalore Brown' shoe polish.  Will avoid being told 'Your slippers are dirty, wipe them!'  In Bangalore it is a no-win situation for a fellow who likes to walk. Dust is inevitable!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

My paradigm vanished.

When we announced our plans to move to Bengaluru, friends asked: 'Where are you going to stay?'  We replied: 'We have booked an apartment with all the facilities in J P Nagar. It should have been ready by now, but we hope we can move in an year's time.' Then Tara would add: 'Till then we will stay on the first floor of my father's house. He lives in the ground floor and manages very well. It is remarkable the way he does it. He has two paying guests. A cook who comes in the morning and make breakfast, lunch and dinner. And a maid who takes care of other things. He is totally independent and amazing at his age. He is 90 plus.'

Then a few close friends asked us both in Bangkok and Bengaluru 'Why go elsewhere?'. The answer was 'Nidhi likes to play tennis, use the gym and go for a swim. The apartment complex has these facilities. Moreover he loves (addicted!) to play golf and his club is closer to JP nagar'.

Anyway that was my paradigm! The scientists may frown that I have used basically a scientific term, but I have seen that people love to use the word 'pardigm shift'. I think it is the management gurus who hijacked this word and it is now a cliche'.

Then it happened! Tara got a job as a teacher at CIS in Yelahanka. A 30km ride from JP nagar. While the apartment got ready, shifting there became impractical as it would have been too hard on Tara. My first reaction was, let her know what it was to commute 50 kms, the way I did in Bangkok! But  we realised soon that asking appa to move with us, which looked easy while we were in Bangkok, had many issues that had to be resolved. He was well set, sentimentally attached to the place and was still fairly independent! There were moments when he needed Tara around, but very rarely. Also my very close friends Mouli and Raghu both felt it was better not to contemplate a move at this moment.

But I was getting restless and bored and Tara said she was ready to move and would manage to take care of appa when necessary, but would prefer to stay in a place closer to Kumara Park! We looked at some other bubbles which had all the facilities and liked them. But the apartments on offer were all second sales and owners wanted money in two colors in spite of all noise made by Anna Hazare. He of course was targeting corrupt politicians and officials, not enterprising investors. (Hopefully their time too shall come!). Desperate, I even wished that there was an ATM type of machine, govt approved, which changed color of the money, for a reasonable fee!

That is the moment when my paradigm vanished. You may be tempted to correct me and say it was a paradigm shift. For a while it was more of a paradigm paralysis, failure to look at the reality,  then it became clear and thoughts of moving out from here just 'vanished'.

We Indians also call it destiny! While playing golf , Gopi visiting from Seattle, asked me 'When are you moving to JP nagar?'  The answer came to me as if  I heard a voice from above, (The effect of blogging about Mahabharata!) and I said 'It all depends on the stars of Bhuvana and at the moment it is very strong!' And explained before he thought that I had lost my mind, 'She is appa's maid and she has taken care of him all these years and she does not want him to move!'

Believe me that there are no paradigms in one's life and it is in a constant flux and is influenced by factors beyond one's imagination and understanding!  I know what my friends will say! 'I told you so!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Is President rule at the centre a solution?

I confess that I read just the headlines of news papers and skip cable tv's endless discussions by smart alecs of every hue. But today's innovative article in TOI by Jug Suriya 'Punch Drunk' caught my eye. He extends the advice given by Anna Hazare to deal with alcoholic drunkenness to other forms of drunkenness.

Some nuggets from his article: Anna Hazare wants to beat up people who get drunk as he has done in his village of Ralegan Siddhi.

 Manish Tiwari has said that if Anna's method were to be adopted, "You will probably have to flog half of Kerala, three-fourths of Andhra Pradesh and about four-fifths of Punjab." Tiwari forgot to mention Gujarat, where despite - or because of? -total prohibition, the consumption of booze is said to be amongst the highest in the country.

Others, including his supporters, have suggested ...not go off on irrelevant and impractical tangents which will give his critics an opportunity to dismiss him as a crackpot.

Such fears are groundless. For the sober truth is that drunkenness is a very serious problem in India, ..The people in question are not high on alcohol, .. And that intoxicant, so much in evidence today in India, is power. Power intoxicates, and absolute power intoxicates absolutely. And we see such absolute intoxication everywhere, starting with our Parliament.... Drunk on their own sense of power - a power bestowed on them by the electorate which voted them into office - they seem once again hell-bent on stalling all legislative business while they engage in verbal fisticuffs with each other, like drunks in a bar room brawl. If people can - and should - be jailed for the dangerous practice of drunken driving, what should be the punishment for those who, drunk not on alcohol but on the more addictive intoxicant of power without accountability, recklessly drive an entire country on a collision course with potential disaster?

The intoxicant called power is evident in all spheres of officialdom, be it political office, the ranks of the bureaucracy, or a judiciary which includes members who appear to see themselves as being above the law that they dispense to others. Should Anna's prescription for drunkenness be extended to all such cases? The many victims of such drunkenness - ..might feel that Anna's rough-and-ready remedy is an appropriate antidote to the intoxication of power without responsibility.

Come to think of it, has Anna - who holds no public office, yet wields an increasing amount of power - proved susceptible to this particular form of intoxication? Like charity, can flogging for drunkenness also begin at home?

Joking apart to start with, can the parliamentarians, the top of this ugly pyramid, be taught a lesson? If  states can have a president's rule why can't we have one such in the centre? I am not suggesting a change in the the form of our government modeled after USA but a short term solution, for two years. I know it has been done in a neighbouring country. Thailand did it once. When the politicians and the army were at loggerheads, the constitutional monarch, Rama the 9th, prevailed upon the two factions to accept a very respected personality Anand Panyarachum as the prime minister and he ran the country with a team of experts till new elections were called.

Hopefully it will work to cleanse the system or tell us that India is beyond repair and  we continue to accept the realities and with our present system and proudly declare, we are Indians and this is how do things.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Sometimes exposing people has a negative effect.

Often I walk in the park with a gentleman who is 80 and we talk mostly of cricket. Reasonably  neutral subject. Then one day I asked him what he thought of the Anna Hazare movement, he kept quiet for a while and said something to the effect this too shall pass. In his opinion all this expose' and other actions will not really help as hoped. It may make things worse. People who are corrupt will get more shameless and brazen with more exposure. It is similar to the advice one gives to parents  who are too harsh. They are advised to go a little easy on punishment. The word used is that they will become 'mondu' (Hardened!).

I think I have told this story before. As it happens in some companies an undesirable element somehow slips thru the screening process and by the time they find out, he is already a union leader and practically 'untouchable'. And as I was new to the company, one such guy was quietly transferred to my department. Actually he behaved well but always a little grim. Then I got to know thru grapevine that he was a known criminal and he was barred from entering Bombay!

Once he drove me to Ahmednagar from Pune on work and on the way back I saw that he was totally drunk and I had to drive back the Jeep, the first time I was driving a left-hand drive vehicle, that too on the highway in the night. I deicded not to report this incident, but I called him the next day to my office and gave him a lecture about drinking on duty and that while I should report him, I would not do so, if he promised not to repeat it again. He became emotional and then he said something very unexpected. He said he was very thankful and would not hesitate even to murder for me! I took it as a joke and said it was not so easy! That is when he admitted that he had actually killed in the heat of the moment as he was provoked. He had no signs of remorse as he had probably justified his action in his mind. Anyway as I changed my job, I had no more connection with him. But I can never forget his clouded eyes as he confessed his dark deed.

I was reminded of  this story when I saw this headline a couple of days ago.
The 80 year olds' killed were not people but trees. I think it is the same as killing a human or worse.

I saw this a couple of days later right on my street and thought that while a few branches were cut the tree was safe. As in my opinion the tree was no threat to the buliding being built. But I was wrong!

I was shocked to see that the tree was murdered and the body was spirited away the next morning. I don't think anyone noticed or cared. Even if they had cared it was too late! So my 80 year old walking friend was right. All of us have become immune to murder.

 Paper rules are created and papers continue to publish wrong doings with the hope that some action will be taken and that these wrong doers will be punished or shamed and all this will stop. But unfortunately they all remain as just that. Useless paper! 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Trying to learn to believe. The path is not easy!

My friend Raghu commented on my blog on Mahabharata: 'Dear Nidhi, Are you getting converted to being a believer. Mahabharata seems to be doing the track!'.

Track could be a typo for 'trick' or he meant to say the epic was 'putting me on track'! Either way it makes sense.  It is all about how we interpret! Actually we come across many variances in  the interpretations of our scriptures. I admit this used to frustrate me. As a hands-on executive I wanted things to be made clear in a few short sentences, bullet points is what I looked for!

I saw Raghu's comment just after I returned from a satsang by Sri M on Kathopanishad.  Sri M is the founder of satsang foundation and his autobiography, Apprentice to a Himalayan Master, is a fascinating read. Sunnad group sought his guidance when they put together 'Swar Katha Upanishad'. (Words in bold are linked to the website! Tara says it is not obvious.)

Sri M is different, very unassuming, without the usual frills we usually associate with spritual gurus!     I enjoyed listening to him. He is soft spoken, so even though the mike was good, I had to concentrate . It was the best compromise possible as the word upanishad actually means, sit close and listen.

 Sri M began the satsang  right on time without any preamble, except for the request to 'Please turn off the cell phones'. I thought I was in an ideal situation, the best possible way to learn our scriptures. But I had chosen a seat not too close to the stage and nearer to the door, a throwback to my student days! And it was not easy to concentrate as we were tested in many ways.

First we heard a baby babbling somewhere. The father took the baby out. Then the cell phone rang right behind me, and the person who received the call was my clone. He did not know where his phone was! May be the reason why he did not switch it off earlier.  Anyway he did manage finally to turn it off.

Then another baby wanted to go out. But that was not as irritating as the noise the springs of the push back seats made. Each time someone moved forward or back, the chair groaned. And there were many chairs! 

As I was sitting near the door, the noise the warped and tight door made, each time a person entered, was loud and disturbing . The satsang began at 6.30 but people kept coming in till 7.00. Each time there was a tap on the door, the volunteer struggled to open the door and again shut it. She tried her best to close it softly, but it was still noisy. She could have kept the door slightly ajar, but she did not!

Sri M continued to speak calmly. He did comment on the latecomers but with a smile. I really admired Sri M, as he did not show his irritation even once. He waited for the latecomers to get in and picked up the thread of his thoughts again, but it was not that easy for me to connect again.

 He spoke of Yama testing Nachiketa about his sincerity to learn and I thought we were also being tested, our ability to concentrate and  our patience!

The next day was better, they had closed the middle door shut as soon as the satsang began. Of course a baby babbled and the father walked out, but it did not distract me as much and I suppose I got used to the music of the chairs.  I had chosen, cleverly, a row closer to rear of the hall. But it proved to be a bad move, as people entered from the door at the rear and closer to my seat . But luckily the speakers were a little louder or I had learned not to get irritated.

You might ask what did you learn? It is not easy to put it in a few words!  I think I have made a good start. Nachiketa in Sanskrit means one who does not know. I think I can claim to be one with him there.
Then we were asked to start with a clean slate. It is not  easy, especially at my age, but I could get there.

Next, the ability to listen and  learn, think through and the burning desire to keep at it.  Well that will be a challenge. Now I understand why the rishis taught on  one on one basis and they wanted the seeker to sit close and listen. It is so easy to get distracted. Tough to find a guru who would teach you this way. Even if you find one, it is a must that both the guru and shishya switch off their cell phones!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Our trip to Mysooru. The river Kaveri, the palace and the reclaimed Sri Venugoplaswamy temple at KRS

We went on a trip to Paschima Vahini and Mysore. I have written about Paschima Vahini earlier. We had a very nice time as always in Mysore. It is still a laid-back city, the centre of the city unspoilt. But people are worried that it may go the way of namma Bengaluru! Hope not! Narsimha, my cousin Vatsala's husband says that people of Mysore are proud of their heritage and are ever vigilant in trying to maintain it. More power to them!

Our first stop was at Sangam at Srirangapattana which I had seen years ago as a kid. While the river was full and pretty as ever, the banks were as expected a mess. The path to the sangam is lined with shacks. I have no clue why we revere the river and hope to wash off our sins by taking a dip in it and go to heaven, but defile the river and a create a veritable hell out of the surroundings!

                                                                          I finally managed to block the uglier spots. 
 Onwards to Mysore after lunch at our family temple at Paschima Vahini. Luckily for us Vatasala checked and found that the palace would have lighting in the evening as it was deepavali. It was an incredible experience.


Saw the palace again! This time both the darbar hall and the family quarters. No pictures unfortunately! Tara had her fill of the palace as we saw the evening light and sound show and learnt a bit of our history in Kannada. It was nice, would have been nicer if people in front did not talk all the time. I requested them to speak softly and it was quiet for about five minutes and they started to speak again.

Frustrated, I moved to another seat, no luck, as the person nearby received a call on his cell phone. Understandably he had to speak louder to hear himself speak. I would have probably asked him to go a little away and speak, it was an open ground. But he was loud and would have heard him in any case. Moreover he wore a lungi. I have already seen that in most of the southie movies the lungiwallahs are quick to take offense and fold up their lungis and aim a karate kick at the offending person. Did not want to risk that.

We were with Adi, my cousin's son and wife Poornima the next day. I am thankful to Poornima for suggesting our next must see place and joinjng us as it was still not well known and in fact is not yet complete. We saw Sri Venugopalaswamy temple, reclaimed from the Krishna Raja Sagar lake and being relocated and reconstructed by the Khodays. I feel happy that the little contribution I made by drinking their Hercules rum is finally used for a good cause! Here are a few pictures of this beautiful temple.

 We entered the temple still under construction through a gap in the wall. I felt like a king as I surveyed the place, no one there to stop me, direct me or block my view!

More work is still to be done. The main idol is yet to be installed. It is said that the work completed in another six months.

 Good idea to hurry if you want to see it before the crowds throng the place and inevitable shops and hawkers surround the area!