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It was about 9 or 9.30 in the morning. Hundreds of cars and taxis and buses have already filled the parking lot, and literally thousands of people have gathered on the entire strench of the view point. The valley is completely filled with fog and intermittent showers are adding to the beauty of the place. It is not that cold, but still the cool breeze and the showers are making me shiver. All the eyes are gazing to see something behind the heavy fog. Once in a while the fog slightly disappears, giving a glimpse of the green mountain and a huge mass of water falling down the hill to the valley 800 feet below and the entire crowd watching to get this glimpse of the water fall, cheers with joy. Oooh...waawh...Oooooo....the crowd seems to be blessed to get this rare view of the fall.
You never know when is the next time we get to see this world renowned water fall "Jog Falls" fall like this.I had seen a picture (the first picture) of Jog overflowing, that was taken probably a week before we went there. I was awe stuck to see that picture. It was looking like Niagara, though not as wide as Niagara. I went to Jog expecting to see it falling like Niagara, I wasn't lucky though. The flood gates were closed and the water flowing to the river had receded. This (the second picture) is what I got to see behind the heavy fog. After I came back, I was looking at some of the old pictures and this how I had seen the jog falls during the summer of 2006 (the third picture).
After a long time I had a chance to see the 'Malenaadu' during the rains. After checking into the hotel in Sagar, I left Shilpa in the hotel room, as the last night's bus ride from Bangalore to Sagar had stolen her sleep.
I forgot that it can rain any time in this area and for any longer. I went out without an umbrella. I was walking through the streets familiar to me, that I used to bicycle through, during my school days, about 20 years ago. Nothing much has changed, except for a few new houses that have come up. The same old tiled roofs, with lot of small plants on them. The compound of almost every house is green, covered with the algae. As it started raining, water started gushing through the storm water drains as well as on the roads.
During my school days, this was the everyday scene in the monsoon, but this time it looked more beautiful than before. I walked in the rain went around the house where we used to live before, looked into the well from where we used to draw water during summer. None of the flowering plants we had grown in our garden existed, and also there was no sign of the guava tree on which I used to sit and eat the fresh guavas. But the drumstick tree from which I had fallen once was still alive and felt like was smiling at me.
During all this I was telling myself I should retire here, will I or will I not? Not an easy answer not an easy question either.As I was going through my memory lane and was engrossed in those good old days, I got a call saying 'they have arrived'. We were waiting for Shilpa's mom and brother to join us in Sagar to goto Jog.The ride from Sagar to Jog, though only 45 minutes, was another heavenly experience. Will try to write about it as time permits.
You never know when is the next time we get to see this world renowned water fall "Jog Falls" fall like this.I had seen a picture (the first picture) of Jog overflowing, that was taken probably a week before we went there. I was awe stuck to see that picture. It was looking like Niagara, though not as wide as Niagara. I went to Jog expecting to see it falling like Niagara, I wasn't lucky though. The flood gates were closed and the water flowing to the river had receded. This (the second picture) is what I got to see behind the heavy fog. After I came back, I was looking at some of the old pictures and this how I had seen the jog falls during the summer of 2006 (the third picture).
After a long time I had a chance to see the 'Malenaadu' during the rains. After checking into the hotel in Sagar, I left Shilpa in the hotel room, as the last night's bus ride from Bangalore to Sagar had stolen her sleep.
I forgot that it can rain any time in this area and for any longer. I went out without an umbrella. I was walking through the streets familiar to me, that I used to bicycle through, during my school days, about 20 years ago. Nothing much has changed, except for a few new houses that have come up. The same old tiled roofs, with lot of small plants on them. The compound of almost every house is green, covered with the algae. As it started raining, water started gushing through the storm water drains as well as on the roads.
During my school days, this was the everyday scene in the monsoon, but this time it looked more beautiful than before. I walked in the rain went around the house where we used to live before, looked into the well from where we used to draw water during summer. None of the flowering plants we had grown in our garden existed, and also there was no sign of the guava tree on which I used to sit and eat the fresh guavas. But the drumstick tree from which I had fallen once was still alive and felt like was smiling at me.
During all this I was telling myself I should retire here, will I or will I not? Not an easy answer not an easy question either.As I was going through my memory lane and was engrossed in those good old days, I got a call saying 'they have arrived'. We were waiting for Shilpa's mom and brother to join us in Sagar to goto Jog.The ride from Sagar to Jog, though only 45 minutes, was another heavenly experience. Will try to write about it as time permits.
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