It’s a sad life right now. After months of searching and downloading good rock songs, I have finally hit a lull. I’ve gone through a lot of the ‘greatest hits’, ‘my best 100 contemporary rock songs’ ‘1250 songs you need on your ipod’ and numerous other youtube videos. I’ve even ransacked my friends’ music collections, but I can’t seem to find any more good songs. I’ve seen amvs of animations, tv couples, serials, gone to that extent to just get that elusive 10 second music in the background that clicks, and then download it, but even that is a rare happening now. I can’t bear to listen to the same songs that I have now on my cell phone for about 3 months now. Even the ones on my laptop have been worn to rust. This is the one thing I do miss about my work routine, they had a great connection, and I had the headphones on all the time, with some radio station logged on, but at home that in fact becomes quite boring. Funny, how you like to cheat at work by doing something else, but don’t really feel like doing that same act in your spare time.
Anyways, as a humanitarian effort, I implore anyone who chances upon this plea, send me all the playlists you have, save my soul for another month or so.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
A random walk down…..argghh, I forgot
Well, a few of my friends asked me where was the consistency in the blog posts on this site, one day I write about my travel, then my beard, the next about death, transvestites, etc. They complained that the posts were too ‘random’, to quote one of my dear friends. The simple answer is – there is no central theme to this blog, and there never will be, because it sort of enables me to put down anything, anything that comes up in my head. Now, if you have any problems living with that or following the flow of the next post, don’t. I know most of my friends don’t even require this advise, because they never bother to read any of my mails. Ahhh, the magic of the internet, you can ignore a person so easily, or use that mechanism called spam blocker. Makes you wonder how far we have come and how far we have left to go. Evolution , certainly is a beautiful thing, one millennium we were all fish breathing underwater, the next we are land based life forms, putting up structures called buildings, wearing clothes (I guess the alternative might not be rated pg13 nowadays). The beautiful sun that shines so bright letting us see without electricity in the morning, but not inside caves, its dark there, and a bit chilly too. But I guess it does get chilly in the deserts at night, that is where I’m heading next…
Now you see what you’ve done, made me forget what I wanted to talk about, but there is probably some point in there somewhere, don’t ask me to search for it and point it out, I’m too lazy to do that. Hmm, I’m thinking about ice cream now, but I’m sure you don’t want to listen to that.
P.S. – Keshav if you tell me this is a random post, I’ll block your e-mails!!!
Now you see what you’ve done, made me forget what I wanted to talk about, but there is probably some point in there somewhere, don’t ask me to search for it and point it out, I’m too lazy to do that. Hmm, I’m thinking about ice cream now, but I’m sure you don’t want to listen to that.
P.S. – Keshav if you tell me this is a random post, I’ll block your e-mails!!!
Soap opera for the financial analyst
Now, I’m not a big newspaper reader, or have an above average ability to analyse matters, but the other day I was reading this article about the Supreme Court asking the 2 Ambani brothers (fine, for the sake of precision , RIL-RNRL) to seek arbitration regarding the natural gas issue. Now I might be wrong, but the reason the case came to the topmost level of our legal hierarchy might’ve been because a contract signed a few years back wasn’t acted upon, or the months of talks outside court didn’t help, or the lower courts and High courts’ decisions didn’t please the parties. But then again, I could be wrong. Isn’t it obvious, the smart and intelligent bunch of people comprising the bench of the SC found the obvious solution to the lingering problem of the billion rupee gas issue – its simple, fight it out between yourselves! What a pity, even the SC doesn’t want to interfere, and wants two parties (who split up a billion dollar empire ‘cos they couldn’t work with each other) to reach a solution privately, over a cup of coffee. Makes me think of all the pretty models who step on stage and give the same answer for any question asked; ‘how do you think the poverty problem could be solved?’ – ‘world peace’. The courts probably have too much on their plate, and don’t want such a petty issue (oh just a few millions) to disturb their peace of mind.
And if any of you asks me what I would do to settle this matter, here’s my solution – ‘world peace’!
P.S. - Puneet, i hope you don't sue me for plagiarizing the title you quoted, if you do, let's go for arbitration.
And if any of you asks me what I would do to settle this matter, here’s my solution – ‘world peace’!
P.S. - Puneet, i hope you don't sue me for plagiarizing the title you quoted, if you do, let's go for arbitration.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The evenness of the odds in death
Yesterday I was just talking with my friends about whether they’d like to travel by a plane or by a ship. The jury was divided, but I realized that I for one would definitely like to fly if given the choice. It has nothing to do with the time saved, or seasickness. It’s a very simple reason – the odds of death are even. Now, if a ship capsizes, and assuming there are not any lifeboats, it’s a sudden and acute accident, then there are those lucky few who know how to swim, or atleast stay afloat till some rescue boats do arrive. This is obviously taking into account that there are no sharks in the water or the water is not frigid enough to freeze you to death in a few hours. I don’t know how to swim. I drowned in a swimming pool for a week before I decided to stay at the shallow ends of the pools, lakes, rivers, oceans, any water body I did decide to visit in my lifetime. So if I do happen to be on that ship that capsizes, then I’d be in the category of people who go down gasping for dear air. But, if I happen to be on an airplane that develops some major snag mid-flight, then the whole bloody thing goes down with the entire passenger list up in flames. The odds are completely even for every person in the latter instance, ‘cos some people know how to swim, but those b%#*&$s sure as hell don’t know how to fly.
Now that I have put this post down I can’t seem to remember why I started it out in the first place, so have a long life and fly, don’t swim.
Now that I have put this post down I can’t seem to remember why I started it out in the first place, so have a long life and fly, don’t swim.
To Be(ard) or not to Be(ard)
Fine, fussing over the length of facial hair may not sound like as big a conundrum as Hamlet fellow was in, but it still disturbs me a lot. It has been a dear wish of mine to grow an outrageous beard, but the total chaotic fashion of my whiskers seems to spoil it every single time. It all goes well for the first two weeks of not shaving, but just as one passes the 2.5 weeks mark, then the slings and arrows really start to jab. It is at this point that the skin begins to itch, and some part of the semi-beard hair start getting caught in the shirt collar. But slings and arrows of outrageous fortune I can bear, it is the utter disunity in the whiskers that disturbs me, every single hair deciding to go its own way, picking up any direction. Why can’t all of them just settle on the direction south and live in peace and harmony? But no, expression of individual freedom seems to the be the ultimate motive of each whisker, as it twists and turns north, east, west, any direction it likes. And this is the time that I woefully pick up the guillotine and chop each of their heads off. All the ladies must be glad that they don’t have to go through this mental ordeal, though some of them could take up arms against the fuzz, but, that’s subject for another time!
One of my friends has a gift offer for hair straightening at a L'Oreal parlour, wonder if that would work. Oh well, right now its time for me to stop scratching my cheek and head for trusty ol’ Gillette.
One of my friends has a gift offer for hair straightening at a L'Oreal parlour, wonder if that would work. Oh well, right now its time for me to stop scratching my cheek and head for trusty ol’ Gillette.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Belur & Halebidu - 5 Oct, 2009
Was a bit late in getting up and the idli-vadas don’t really count as breakfast in my dictionary, so picked up some fruits. It was 9:30 am when I boarded the Hassan bus, a traffic cop kind enough to direct me at the KSRTC bus stand. The bus left within 10 minutes, and was soon filled up as we slowly pulled out of the city limits. I settled in to enjoy the 156 km ride to Hassan, which I reckoned would take us not more than 3 hours (eventually ended up after a little over 4.25 hours to Belur). The people were really sensitive to the weather; I was in jeans today just to account for the coldness should rains come later in the day, and everyone had closed their windows. If it wasn’t hot enough that the people had to complement it with their total lack of deodorant knowledge. I persuaded my fellow rider to open the window somehow.
The going was slow as the road had a lot of slopes outside the city, and the bus was going slowly over these. There were a couple of 10 minute stops at some towns before the bus finally came to Belur at 1:45 in the afternoon. Didn’t see any bus stand, the bus had simply stopped for 10 seconds at a corner petrol pump, and I jumped out after confirming that it was in fact Belur. It had started raining just 15 minutes before I reached here, I don’t know how the rain gods keep blessing me only. So took an auto who charged me 20 bucks for the 2-3 km to the main temple – Chenakeshava. If one wants then they can also take the KSTDC tour from Mysore which takes one to Belur and Halebidu, costs somewhat like 500 bucks, but I really don’t like being told to hurry up and check out a place I like in an hour, so I chose to chart it out myself.
The temple was certainly worth the trip, exquisite carvings which kept me clicking regardless of the falling rain. I had read that this temple took more than a century to build, and i could see why! Even the pillars have different circular patterns, each one holding its own distinct feature. So many deities on the walls, of course I couldn’t name any of them, but I could make out the differences in the features in each one of them. Inside the main temple there is a large golden colored multi headed cobra, and lots of other statues (photography prohibited sadly). The central area inside the main temple has a ceiling of black stone carvings which could only be seen fully with the aid of a strong torchlight affixed on the ground. I stepped out into the rain clicking like a maniac all the different statues which certainly did hold me in awe. Outside the temple is a cart with wooden carvings which I found quite nice. Thankfully the rain had letup a bit by now, so I proceeded to the bus stand where I enquired about the bus to Halebidu and boarded it along with the locals.
The green field and the hills were certainly looking very attractive, but I was on a tight schedule here. The bus dropped me off at the Halebidu bus stand (its right next to the Hoysaleshawara temple at the end of the bazaar line in the town) 25 minuts later. Again, this place was filled with intricate carvings on the walls, animals, warriors, gods, birds, dancers, chariots, everything depicted in perfect symmetry. There are two large bull statues next to the main temple which look quite good. This place was a bit crowded as a group of foreign tourists had just landed with their tour guide. The temple compound also had a nicely maintained garden which had been washed with the rains in the morning. There’s also a small open air museum within the compound holding a lot of statues, no photography here too.
I enquired the shopkeepers in Hindi as to where the jain temple were, which was a further 400 meters onward, you pass a school on your right on this road, and get some glimpses of rural life with the small shops. The jain temple had big Buddha statues inside while I found the architecture on the walls and pillars not as impressive as the last 2 places I had just seen. The road was now passing between a light tree cover on both sides and was deserted, so I asked the caretaker if there was anything else ahead, he told me an old Siva temple, so I set out for it. I’m glad I did, its not visible from the Jain temple, and is about 300 meters away, situated next to a big pond. It was completely deserted at 5 in the evening, and I proceeded to take snaps of the various sculptures in this amazing temple. Met just a foreigner in this time who was backpacking across India, and seemed to have ventured out this far as well.
I finished all my sightseeing by 6, and started off for the bus stand. I got a bus for Hassan, no direct buses to Mysore from here. The bus started at around 6:30 pm, and the rickety 31 km road trip to Hassan took almost an hour. In the dark, raining environment, I asked around for the Mysore bus, and boarded the right one. My concern now was that the trip would take even longer than in the morning in the rain and darkness, and it’d be close to midnight by the time I get back to Mysore. I did not want to traverse around an unknown city at that time, without food in my belly! And to top it all there was a 20 minute delay as there was an accident on the road in front of us. Surprisingly the bus ran quite fast, and I was in Mysore by 10:20 pm only. I picked up a couple of fruits and pastries from an open shop just in case I couldn’t get anything to eat. The night air, mixed with the slight rain was quite refreshing, and I ended the day with a masala dosa at my room, thankfully still available this late!
Maybe a bit hectic, but certainly a place I wouldn’t have wanted to miss on my trip. The temples were nothing like I had seen before, and the journey, well I guess I live for it.
The going was slow as the road had a lot of slopes outside the city, and the bus was going slowly over these. There were a couple of 10 minute stops at some towns before the bus finally came to Belur at 1:45 in the afternoon. Didn’t see any bus stand, the bus had simply stopped for 10 seconds at a corner petrol pump, and I jumped out after confirming that it was in fact Belur. It had started raining just 15 minutes before I reached here, I don’t know how the rain gods keep blessing me only. So took an auto who charged me 20 bucks for the 2-3 km to the main temple – Chenakeshava. If one wants then they can also take the KSTDC tour from Mysore which takes one to Belur and Halebidu, costs somewhat like 500 bucks, but I really don’t like being told to hurry up and check out a place I like in an hour, so I chose to chart it out myself.
The temple was certainly worth the trip, exquisite carvings which kept me clicking regardless of the falling rain. I had read that this temple took more than a century to build, and i could see why! Even the pillars have different circular patterns, each one holding its own distinct feature. So many deities on the walls, of course I couldn’t name any of them, but I could make out the differences in the features in each one of them. Inside the main temple there is a large golden colored multi headed cobra, and lots of other statues (photography prohibited sadly). The central area inside the main temple has a ceiling of black stone carvings which could only be seen fully with the aid of a strong torchlight affixed on the ground. I stepped out into the rain clicking like a maniac all the different statues which certainly did hold me in awe. Outside the temple is a cart with wooden carvings which I found quite nice. Thankfully the rain had letup a bit by now, so I proceeded to the bus stand where I enquired about the bus to Halebidu and boarded it along with the locals.
The green field and the hills were certainly looking very attractive, but I was on a tight schedule here. The bus dropped me off at the Halebidu bus stand (its right next to the Hoysaleshawara temple at the end of the bazaar line in the town) 25 minuts later. Again, this place was filled with intricate carvings on the walls, animals, warriors, gods, birds, dancers, chariots, everything depicted in perfect symmetry. There are two large bull statues next to the main temple which look quite good. This place was a bit crowded as a group of foreign tourists had just landed with their tour guide. The temple compound also had a nicely maintained garden which had been washed with the rains in the morning. There’s also a small open air museum within the compound holding a lot of statues, no photography here too.
I enquired the shopkeepers in Hindi as to where the jain temple were, which was a further 400 meters onward, you pass a school on your right on this road, and get some glimpses of rural life with the small shops. The jain temple had big Buddha statues inside while I found the architecture on the walls and pillars not as impressive as the last 2 places I had just seen. The road was now passing between a light tree cover on both sides and was deserted, so I asked the caretaker if there was anything else ahead, he told me an old Siva temple, so I set out for it. I’m glad I did, its not visible from the Jain temple, and is about 300 meters away, situated next to a big pond. It was completely deserted at 5 in the evening, and I proceeded to take snaps of the various sculptures in this amazing temple. Met just a foreigner in this time who was backpacking across India, and seemed to have ventured out this far as well.
I finished all my sightseeing by 6, and started off for the bus stand. I got a bus for Hassan, no direct buses to Mysore from here. The bus started at around 6:30 pm, and the rickety 31 km road trip to Hassan took almost an hour. In the dark, raining environment, I asked around for the Mysore bus, and boarded the right one. My concern now was that the trip would take even longer than in the morning in the rain and darkness, and it’d be close to midnight by the time I get back to Mysore. I did not want to traverse around an unknown city at that time, without food in my belly! And to top it all there was a 20 minute delay as there was an accident on the road in front of us. Surprisingly the bus ran quite fast, and I was in Mysore by 10:20 pm only. I picked up a couple of fruits and pastries from an open shop just in case I couldn’t get anything to eat. The night air, mixed with the slight rain was quite refreshing, and I ended the day with a masala dosa at my room, thankfully still available this late!
Maybe a bit hectic, but certainly a place I wouldn’t have wanted to miss on my trip. The temples were nothing like I had seen before, and the journey, well I guess I live for it.
Srirangaptna and Mysore - Oct 4, 2009
Started for Srirangapatna at 9. My hotel guy told me that all buses bound for Bangalore pass through S’na. Got an express bus, 13 rupees for the 15 km ride, which takes half an hour. I got dropped at the S’na bus stop, the croosroads has two clusters on either side of the road – the one on the left has the mosque, temple, dungeons and obelisk; while the one on the right has the fort museum, Gumbaz and the sangam.
I decided to take the one on the right first. Seems I took a wrong route, a side route used by the locals as after 300 meters through light vegetation and small mud paths, I ended up bang in the middle of the Garden at ‘Daria daulat bagh’. I proceeded to the main structure, a light blue rectangular building which apparently houses some artifacts and old weapons, photography not allowed. I got caught here as the entry guard asked me for the ticket which obviously i did not have. So he directed me to the main gate 200 meters away at the other end of the garden. I proceeded to the gate but was too tired to walk in the sun again so took some snaps of the place and proceeded out. There are autos here that can be used to travel to other sites, I decided to walk it, not a good idea in sunny weather in jeans. I entered the other cluster of places on the opposite side of the road, about a km of walk this time around.
The first monument you hit is the Jumma Masjid, apparently still operational as a masjid today. The main prayer area was also open and I sat there for 10 minutes. The caretaker there told me he had to close as this area was only opened for the morning prayers, I looked at the carved white walls once again before going out. The caretaker was kind enough to let people know of the history of the place, and take their snaps. When I wanted to take a snap of his with the masjid minarets in the background, the poor chap shied away.
From here on forth on one corner you come to Thomas Immam’s dungeon, the whole area has maps so its easy to find your way, I took a snap of one of these maps and kept referring to it on my camera to make sure I did not miss any place. The dungeon also houses a small temple next to it which has a shaded area which I utilized to rest a bit. A shame that they have kept the outer wall area out of bounds of people visiting by means of wires, it would’ve been fun to walk on it to see the river (Cauvery I believe) running next to it. A further 100 meters on the road you come to the place where Tipu Sultan’s body was found, a small stone declaring the fact. Further on the road bifurcates as on the left hand side it leads to the Ranganathaswamy temple. I took this path to get to the temple, again no photography inside, outside on both sides you had the normal shops selling small stone deities and other stuff. I removed my shoes and joined the long line inside the temple compound after purchasing 2 tickets for 10 bucks. The going was slow, apparently because it was a Sunday, quite a few people from other states were also here. Met a coupe of elderly ladies who had come down from Bombay all the way here, as we chatted while waiting for our turn to see the deity.
Apparently the tickets I had bought entitled me to some sort of special pujaand were not entry tickets. I wouldn’t have even known had one of the priests not noticed me holding the pink piece of paper and called me aside from the masses. He started reciting prayers next to me for 1 whole minute, asking me questions, answers to which I obviously did not have. The only word I did recognize in his interrogation was ‘goutra’, to which I replied ‘Mann’, my surname (I believe my interpretation of even that word was wrong). The priest smiled and asked me in broken English if it was my first time here, I smiled back an affirmative. Then he handed me over a few flowers from the main statue’s feet, and I proceeded away from the impatient crowd. At another place inside the temple, I was again given the special 1 minute pooja, the other orange slip coming into play this time. I don’t really even visit temples when my mom pesters me to, and here I was having pujas done in a faraway town!
The heat was still a bit bearable as I clicked snaps of kids (and a middle aged guy!) swinging on Banyan vines, enjoying themselves inspite of the heat. Crossed over to see Colonel Bailey’s dungeon close by, seemed quiet a nice dungeon if you ask me, even though it was in the basement. Further on you have to cross the railway line to get to the obelisk. It’s a bit far away from everything, so did not see anyone else there. Situated on a small elevated mass, it’s almost on a corner where you can see the river bifurcating into two, and the rocks coming out in between the streams. I continued back, it was just 1:45 in the afternoon, so I decided to visit the Gumbaz at the other cluster as well. The auto chap charged 40 bucks (the returning journey cost only 30) from the bus stand to the Gumbaz, 3.5 km away. Small shops again dot the entrance to this tomb, where the bodies of Tipu and his family have been laid to rest. The white marble tomb has the usual beautiful designs that you can see on most of the Islamic structures. I paid my respects to the dead while looking at the exquisite designs on the door, walls and ceilings of the tomb.
Started back for Mysore at around 3 only, having spent a lot of time at the tomb. In the evening I ventured out again to see the Church and Palace lights. I took the circular walk around the palace as I came to the entrance gate. Here I found a lot of people, as I saw that they were infact entering the palace compound, at 7 in the evening. I was told that the entry was free, so I joined to take a closer look at the palace lights, what a stroke of luck! The palace visiting hours close around 6, but I believe that on Sundays, or maybe it was because of Dusshehra that they had opened the palace compound to the public at this time. The whole compound was filled with people from across the country and plenty of tourists, all clicking away at the beautifully illuminated palace. In front of the Palace, an army band was also performing various tunes, which continued on for the duration I was there. Seeing the lit palace from this close was a sight to behold, after being able to see it from 300 meters away only last night. Another day well spent, I tucked in at 10 after some random channel viewing.
I decided to take the one on the right first. Seems I took a wrong route, a side route used by the locals as after 300 meters through light vegetation and small mud paths, I ended up bang in the middle of the Garden at ‘Daria daulat bagh’. I proceeded to the main structure, a light blue rectangular building which apparently houses some artifacts and old weapons, photography not allowed. I got caught here as the entry guard asked me for the ticket which obviously i did not have. So he directed me to the main gate 200 meters away at the other end of the garden. I proceeded to the gate but was too tired to walk in the sun again so took some snaps of the place and proceeded out. There are autos here that can be used to travel to other sites, I decided to walk it, not a good idea in sunny weather in jeans. I entered the other cluster of places on the opposite side of the road, about a km of walk this time around.
The first monument you hit is the Jumma Masjid, apparently still operational as a masjid today. The main prayer area was also open and I sat there for 10 minutes. The caretaker there told me he had to close as this area was only opened for the morning prayers, I looked at the carved white walls once again before going out. The caretaker was kind enough to let people know of the history of the place, and take their snaps. When I wanted to take a snap of his with the masjid minarets in the background, the poor chap shied away.
From here on forth on one corner you come to Thomas Immam’s dungeon, the whole area has maps so its easy to find your way, I took a snap of one of these maps and kept referring to it on my camera to make sure I did not miss any place. The dungeon also houses a small temple next to it which has a shaded area which I utilized to rest a bit. A shame that they have kept the outer wall area out of bounds of people visiting by means of wires, it would’ve been fun to walk on it to see the river (Cauvery I believe) running next to it. A further 100 meters on the road you come to the place where Tipu Sultan’s body was found, a small stone declaring the fact. Further on the road bifurcates as on the left hand side it leads to the Ranganathaswamy temple. I took this path to get to the temple, again no photography inside, outside on both sides you had the normal shops selling small stone deities and other stuff. I removed my shoes and joined the long line inside the temple compound after purchasing 2 tickets for 10 bucks. The going was slow, apparently because it was a Sunday, quite a few people from other states were also here. Met a coupe of elderly ladies who had come down from Bombay all the way here, as we chatted while waiting for our turn to see the deity.
Apparently the tickets I had bought entitled me to some sort of special pujaand were not entry tickets. I wouldn’t have even known had one of the priests not noticed me holding the pink piece of paper and called me aside from the masses. He started reciting prayers next to me for 1 whole minute, asking me questions, answers to which I obviously did not have. The only word I did recognize in his interrogation was ‘goutra’, to which I replied ‘Mann’, my surname (I believe my interpretation of even that word was wrong). The priest smiled and asked me in broken English if it was my first time here, I smiled back an affirmative. Then he handed me over a few flowers from the main statue’s feet, and I proceeded away from the impatient crowd. At another place inside the temple, I was again given the special 1 minute pooja, the other orange slip coming into play this time. I don’t really even visit temples when my mom pesters me to, and here I was having pujas done in a faraway town!
The heat was still a bit bearable as I clicked snaps of kids (and a middle aged guy!) swinging on Banyan vines, enjoying themselves inspite of the heat. Crossed over to see Colonel Bailey’s dungeon close by, seemed quiet a nice dungeon if you ask me, even though it was in the basement. Further on you have to cross the railway line to get to the obelisk. It’s a bit far away from everything, so did not see anyone else there. Situated on a small elevated mass, it’s almost on a corner where you can see the river bifurcating into two, and the rocks coming out in between the streams. I continued back, it was just 1:45 in the afternoon, so I decided to visit the Gumbaz at the other cluster as well. The auto chap charged 40 bucks (the returning journey cost only 30) from the bus stand to the Gumbaz, 3.5 km away. Small shops again dot the entrance to this tomb, where the bodies of Tipu and his family have been laid to rest. The white marble tomb has the usual beautiful designs that you can see on most of the Islamic structures. I paid my respects to the dead while looking at the exquisite designs on the door, walls and ceilings of the tomb.
Started back for Mysore at around 3 only, having spent a lot of time at the tomb. In the evening I ventured out again to see the Church and Palace lights. I took the circular walk around the palace as I came to the entrance gate. Here I found a lot of people, as I saw that they were infact entering the palace compound, at 7 in the evening. I was told that the entry was free, so I joined to take a closer look at the palace lights, what a stroke of luck! The palace visiting hours close around 6, but I believe that on Sundays, or maybe it was because of Dusshehra that they had opened the palace compound to the public at this time. The whole compound was filled with people from across the country and plenty of tourists, all clicking away at the beautifully illuminated palace. In front of the Palace, an army band was also performing various tunes, which continued on for the duration I was there. Seeing the lit palace from this close was a sight to behold, after being able to see it from 300 meters away only last night. Another day well spent, I tucked in at 10 after some random channel viewing.
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