A lazy weekend is here once again.. And my quest for some exploration too…
Where to go? I had absolutely nooo idea….
Dad, bro and I planned to board a train to some unknown place (not too far away from the city though..!!)
So there we goo…
At Yeshwantapur railway station, around 2.00.p.m, we boarded the train going towards tumkur. After a good 20min or so, we decided to get off at a small station called “Gollahalli”.
Since every corner of Bangalore has a village named Gollahalli, are you wondering which Gollahalli I am talking about? This one is called “Railway Gollahalli”. Dunno why though.. maybe because it is the only Gollahalli connected by trains or so..
From there, we decided to board our usual mode of transport- “leg motor service”. As usual, we started to walk inna random direction from the railway station, without a set destination. We walked and walked, miles together.. It was a thorough exploration of the rustic side! A village that is neither of any scientific or architectural recognition, nor of any historical or mythological importance, but yet an amazing place in it’s own way.
We spotted a good deal of blunders with English which could give one a hearty laugh. And ofcourse, the fresh village atmosphere, the migratory birds, lush green farms, the innocent villagers- All which definitely turns you on if you’re frustrated with the hustle & bustle of the metro.
We were our own guides here. We did not want to ask for directions from any localite as we ourselves did not know where we wanted to go.. We continued to walk.. reached some main road.. we further followed the main road… we reached Nelamangala BMTC bus stand. This was where our exploration ended and we boarded a bus back to the city.
Be not a Columbus or an Amerigo, but one must definitely explore a new place, try out a new dish, make a new friend. It feels AWESOME 🙂