Mangalore.
The city reminds me of Mysore but as a newer and modern version.The main roads are in concrete..It also reminds of Varkala with its winding inner streets with a lot of ups and downs.
The temples are just like the one's i visited at Kerala .The construction and layout with broad tiled roof's, the tiles known as Mangalore tiles that once denoted prosperity when it was laid on roof's of dwellings in Tamilnadu and Andra in lieu of the locally made small sized tiles.
The tiles have stuck on forming the roof of several houses side by side with spanking new multi storeyed buildings and flat roofs.What struck me was the abundance of banyan trees on the road side exuding solidity and continuity.
At night however the city took a altogether new look as we took another route,with blazing lights over shops , malls and gym's that looks out on to the traffic laden road with the exercisers visible to every passerby through the transparent huge glass windows ,exactly like some of those gym's at Chennai.A country wide phenomena of gyming in confines but visible to the public, a deliberate design?
Mangalore is a mini modern metro like those dotting South and Gujarat --my recent visits being confined to these places so are my observations.
Took a trip to nearest beach that was 15 kms away to watch the locally famed sunset.The beach is clean and the sun set dramatically as a delicious orange candy within a wink of the eye.Like signal most of the shops -eateries closed and nearly all the visitors emptied the the sands walking towards their parked vehicles!
The beach reminded me of Elliot's beach as it was a couple of decades back, forlorn and empty.Now one has to jostle for even an inch of space ,especially after sun down!
The auto driver was bent on pointing out the manufacturing units like that of fertilisers, cement, iron and it companies lining the way to our bleary eyes begging for sleep from the tiring, long train journey.
I noticed earlier in the day that a lot of women were on the street on their own from middle class .I found a kindred spirit with all those carrying a parasol --many of them as a protection from the heat to their fair and sensitive skins.
Side by side with tip to toe black bhurka clad gils a sizable number are those In jeans , 3/4 th leggings and mini shorts!
Earlier we could not have darshan of Sri Venkataramana since a local holi festival as a part of Rath yatra was in full swing with crowds of youth and kids milling around having a whale of a time splashing water and smearing colours.But had a peaceful darshan of Mangala devi the deity of an ancient temple from whom the city derives its name.
T he beach near Mangalore.
The temples are just like the one's i visited at Kerala .The construction and layout with broad tiled roof's, the tiles known as Mangalore tiles that once denoted prosperity when it was laid on roof's of dwellings in Tamilnadu and Andra in lieu of the locally made small sized tiles.
The tiles have stuck on forming the roof of several houses side by side with spanking new multi storeyed buildings and flat roofs.What struck me was the abundance of banyan trees on the road side exuding solidity and continuity.
At night however the city took a altogether new look as we took another route,with blazing lights over shops , malls and gym's that looks out on to the traffic laden road with the exercisers visible to every passerby through the transparent huge glass windows ,exactly like some of those gym's at Chennai.A country wide phenomena of gyming in confines but visible to the public, a deliberate design?
Mangalore is a mini modern metro like those dotting South and Gujarat --my recent visits being confined to these places so are my observations.
Took a trip to nearest beach that was 15 kms away to watch the locally famed sunset.The beach is clean and the sun set dramatically as a delicious orange candy within a wink of the eye.Like signal most of the shops -eateries closed and nearly all the visitors emptied the the sands walking towards their parked vehicles!
The beach reminded me of Elliot's beach as it was a couple of decades back, forlorn and empty.Now one has to jostle for even an inch of space ,especially after sun down!
The auto driver was bent on pointing out the manufacturing units like that of fertilisers, cement, iron and it companies lining the way to our bleary eyes begging for sleep from the tiring, long train journey.
I noticed earlier in the day that a lot of women were on the street on their own from middle class .I found a kindred spirit with all those carrying a parasol --many of them as a protection from the heat to their fair and sensitive skins.
Side by side with tip to toe black bhurka clad gils a sizable number are those In jeans , 3/4 th leggings and mini shorts!
Earlier we could not have darshan of Sri Venkataramana since a local holi festival as a part of Rath yatra was in full swing with crowds of youth and kids milling around having a whale of a time splashing water and smearing colours.But had a peaceful darshan of Mangala devi the deity of an ancient temple from whom the city derives its name.
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