Kolhapur- Raibag – Mudhol – Badami
As I left Kolhapur, I knew I was leaving many things behind. Some intentionally and some otherwise. The apartment which I recently sold, to the street of desire and people walking on them.
Embarking on the journey that would take me months to fulfill, I am humbled. May what come, me and my vintage 1983 Royal Enflied (Karina) are going to gallop on the streets and muds of this land spread on South of India; was the promise I made to myself. I Gently recalled a German Proverb shared by my friend Roberto on his Dehradun bike ride. “Wir sind nicht auf sucker” (We are not made of Sugar).
Adi hills near Kagal marked the end of Sahyadri and begining of the Dakhan (Deccan). Transition from province I know to the province I have heard off. From people I know to people I use to know.
Mudhol holds a special place in my heart. My grandmother and great grandmother were native to this place. Once a Marathi speaking province now takes no pride in any one language. I met man who spoke five. But still had only one advice, to get married and come with your family next time. Advice don’t change in any language I guess 😜.
The land has forgotten it’s king as the language of the past. Only one of the 10 people could point me towards the Rajwada (Royal Castle). The Ruins of the fort that once stood here are claimed by the locales and they have build there houses on whatever is left of the epicenter of a kingdom. The castle is a private property and nobody recognised the name Ghorpade when even asked to the people of adjacent compound.
Reached Badami to see Bail bazar (bull market) at it’s high beneath the raging Sun. It was beautiful to see how people were passionate about geting themselves a new pair of beast. The nature of purchase might differs in many ways, much from the scenes of bull marketeers of Dalal Street. But people like to know what they buy is the common fact. Life is flux still we are so connected to it…
World seems like Mesopotamia. It uses the resources arround and keeps on building. Brick by brick, city by city and culture by culture. It trembles to find the its way back to build something new on the ruins of the past.