Day 3

Day 3

We were heading towards -Haigunda Our 3rd destination and night camp was at another historical island Haigunda

Sunset at Haigunda island

Sunrise at Haigunda

Early morning

Our brilliant cooks cooking dosa’s for breakfast at IB.

Meandering Sharavathi River..Long way to go…..

Leaving after breakfast to explore the Island of

Haigunda

The traditional way of making Jaggary

Tracking the growth of Religion at Haigunda

Walking around in Haigunda, one notices the existence of Jainism and Vishnavisam.

Jain Theerthankaras

Vishnu

This idol is a god

named Bobbri.

Originally a folk

god established in

Devar

kaadu(Sacred

grove)in the tribes

land

.

Noticed the broken

hand?

There's a story to that:

When the British began

to invade these areas

Bobbri decides to

protect his people. And

so when the British

chased villagers Bhabri

whistled to distract

them. Angered by this,

the British chopped off

Bobbbri’s hand.

Exploring Haigunda Island

Some more exploring

Shantidurga temple at Haigunda

Our Swimming spot.

Vandana:

When the current took us with the river, the river seemed

powerful! Walking on the quicksand was really

challenging.

Samyukta:

It was real good fun! We learnt how powerful nature

can be! It made you feel small compared to nature.

What we thought:

Viraj bhaiyya:

Learning to understand the rhythm of the river.

Rishvik:

A great experience!

TN:

Better than going for a movie or sitting on a

sofa!

Gowri :

*speechless*

Maithilee:

The movement of the river seemed to

take me along with it, that made me feel

peaceful.

Gauri:

The forceful currents and the struggle

against it taught me a lesson. I learnt to

never give up for there's always a mighty

reward at the end of the struggle.

Swimming again!

After spending many hours watching and being part of Sharavati, somewhere

deep down, an unforgettable connection has been made with her.

Our Next destination was Balkur through trekking along the river..

crossing Paddy fields.. villages ..small boat rides…

As we hopped

skipped and

jumped over fences

and through the

fields of Balkur, we

realised the biggest

difference between

people of the city

and of the village.

In the city people

seem very

preoccupied with

their own lives and

aren’t too bothered

about the people

around them.

Whereas, we

noticed, in the

villages there is an

idea of community,

a sense of

oneness.

For instance, this lady greeted us and gave us water. She knew not where we

came from nor who we were, but still kindly let us in and treated us warmly.

Also, just before this incident, we met a man as we were walking who asked us

to come to his house just after a simple how-do-you-do conversation.

We went to a village Jaatre, and saw the

energetic people of Balkur! However, we

were slightly dismayed by the fact that the

little shops of the Jaatre sold urban

products, while we had wished to see local

products. This made us see how culture can

easily be lost.

From where we were hoisted (at a rice-miller’s house), we saw

a beautiful idol procession in the river held by the locals.

Gandhi said, “India is in her villages”.

He probably referred to the population, but perhaps

he was also talking about her culture. This trip

showed us that our conception of a village being

backward is not true in its real sense. It may not have

the luxuries of “modern” life, but it does have the

elements that make India.

WHAT A DAY!