She is part of the Coorg trail too

We stopped at a Dargha enroute to Bhagamandala and it was closed as well..We were planning to leave, but this lady held us back. My friend Kamalee was quite enamored by her that she requested me to take this picture . She posed for us willingly, but our questions remained unanswered . The Kodava language is a mix of all South indian languages and it sounded more of a mix of Malayalam and Tamil. We tried talking in both, but the women shied away from answering us.

Post card from Coorg

One of my favourite pictures from my Coorg album. The roads are like this - empty, quiet and serene. The lone busstand looks pictureque,except that I hardly see buses or people waiting for buses. Sometimes roads like these lead to coffee plantations or open fields

Coorg Diaries - Day two(part one)

Our journey into Coorg's heritage took us on a spiritual quest - atop mountains, inside forests and coffee estates and by the river side. Day two was packed. On agenda were the two Iguthappa temples , Chinnathappa temple, the abode of Panagalammai , a visit to a Dargha , Bhagamandala and Talacauvery and finally to Madikeri and the famous Omkareshwar temple.. well, this was not a religious trip...

.. what made it really special were the people we met on the way and the stories they shared with us..Im going to break this down into three parts and start with the Padi Iguthappa temple.


Iguthappa means giver of food and the deity is Subramanya or Muruga , son of Shiva. I had read about this temple which is not found in the pilgrimage routes and asked Kishore why is it so special. He told me to speak to the priest Kush Bhat, one of the twins at the Iguthappa temple . You guessed the name of the other brother - its Lava , but we never got to meet him .

Kush Bhatt is a fascinating man , sincere, dramatic and highly expressive. His tone commands attention although he is humility personified. We went to a simple temple on top of the hill which is surrounded by trees. There is no history, no architecture to speak about and yet I cannot explain to you why I felt so exhilarated there.It is an inexplicable feeling .


"Close your eyes and ask Iguthappa whatever you want ..If you have faith, you will get the same," says Kush Bhatt telling us how centuries ago, Shiva and Subramanya came here and loved the hills so much that they decided to settle down here . The temple is known to feed anyone who comes here and all pilgrims offer food, not money to the deity . "Iguthappa told the people of Coorg that you will never go hungry as long as Im here and if you accept me as your God, " explained Kush Bhatt.


Interesting enough, the deity who is a Hindu God is worshipped by the Kodavas . Every festival of the Kodavas starts with the invocation of Iguthappa and the the most important festival of the temple is Tulabharam .



We went to the another Iguthappa temple inside a forest through a coffee plantation . There was not a soul around and it was peaceful just listening to the sounds of the forest.


Kishore had told us another story . The story of four brothers and a sister . The brothers were hungry and they asked the sister to cook food for them. The sister said that she will prepare rice, but she had no salt .

The brothers did not mind as the sister poured the rice and water in a bamboo stalk and kept it under the earth. The rice was cooked and the brothers had a hearty meal. However a quarrel soon broke out (and I am deliberately keeping out this part of the story) and the brothers separated from the sister.

The anguished sister looked up to her brothers and asked her where she will go.One of the brothers, reassured her that he will be around close by , but she cannot see or meet him. His arrow found a place in the forest for the sister to stay and a small temple was built in the middle of the forest.


They say you can still find the mark of the arrow there. The sister's name is Panagalammai and the brother who promised to be close by is Iguthappa. Every April, Panagalammai goes to the river Kakkabe for a bath, but the hills of Iguthappa remains covered in mist so that the sister does not get to see him.


We were in the Panagalammai temple , right in the middle of the forest. Silence greeted us as the temple was closed. The crickets were loud and the rustle of the leaves was like a hiss of a snake. I couldnt get over the feeling. Kishore told me that during the festival , an umbrella comes from the brother's temple to take her to the river. The umbrella apparently begins to move very fast that men run behind it to catch it..It seems to become possessed and a force carries it away. Then the deity is placed and taken to the river.


As they near the misty hills, some devotees become hysterical and even start cutting themselves and sprinkling the blood on the ground to distract the deity . The umbrella becomes possessed again. Kishore claims that the wounds of the devotees heal in a couple of days . He said he had witnessed this when he was young and adding credibility to the story was another girl who worked in the resort.

I brushed the story aside , until I happenned to hear it again last week from Mrs Daisy Karumbiah whose son and daughter in law run a homestay in Coorg. She had seen the entire festival with her husband and I was quite stunned to know that it is not a just a story .



Kishore told me about a golden flute of Krishna which was worshipped and kept in a temple called Chinnathappa temple. " Chinna means gold and only once a year, the temple is opened and the flute is shown to the public ," I had decided to see the Chinnathappa temple..No map, no routes ..my friend and my driver gave me a dirty look but I decided not to miss this golden opportunity . There was not a soul as we drove along and we didnt know if we were in the right path. Kishore told us to look at arches which has the names of the temples written in kannada , so we kept looking at every arch .

I cant read Kannada and neither can my friend, so it was my driver's task. Finally we found an arch and a small adda which was supposedly a bus stand. We saw a few old men staring at us as we went up. We were the tourist attractions for the day. A couple of girls in a car driving up a hillock looking for a temple which has a golden flute. The route took us nowhere.

We almost reached a deadend and there was a small Bhagavathi temple which was closed . We got off and walked a bit and heard a snort. A little perturbed, I saw a small house where some pigs were blissfully playing. A man emerged and told us the temple was further away and one had to climb the hillock as the car cannot get there.

My friend unfortunately had a knee problem and I was hesitating to climb alone. We decided to give it a miss and I was hoping a local would escort me. A woman was climbing downhill swaying her hips and she stopped seeing us and then walked away. We finally went down and saw the men still staring at us. We offered a drive up hill to anyone who would show us the way . That was when we met retired army man Naniah, who I respect till date for the energy and courtesy he showed us. Well in his 80s, he seemed fitter than most of us.

He spoke in chaste Tamil telling us tidbits of information about his family . He lived up the hill , tilling his land and making some money as a farmer even though he is retired from the army. We walked up past green farms, surrounded by mountains and the beauty of the countryside was enchanting . No wonder I thought Coorg was called Scotland of the East .


We finally reached the temple. It was closed and it was also being rebuilt. The people were at work and they were hospitable and happy that we had visited them. We stayed there for a while and thought that this was probably the gold that we were looking for. It was priceless.

And back on the trail

A sudden assignment took me to Javagal in Hassan district and thereafter to Coorg yet again and I am now back, finished with the article and the pictures..We are working on a special on homestays and discussing the merits of homestays wrt resorts. While I do think both offer unique experiences , I prefer a homestay for the local connect and the personalised service and the fact we get an opportunity to meet some great people ..

So..what do you all think ? Do let me know..In the meanwhile here is a glimpse of rural Karnataka and the Coorg trail resumes in the next post

Coorg Diaries -interrupted

Thank you for your patience for travelling with me on the Coorg trail. This trip to Coorg has been different from the earlier trips that Ive done to this region as I was on a historic and spiritual quest.

I have to interrupt this trail as I am travelling again this weekend and I will be back on Monday ..

Until then..have a great weekend

Coorg Diaries -Day one (continued)

It was the lunch hour and we were the only ones around . We heard stories and folk lore about how Coorg got its name. The river Cauvery originates here at Talacauvery and is worshipped by the locals and hence the name “Kodava “ which means blessed by mother Cauvery. Kod means give and avva refers to mother Cauvery ,my guide explains to us , so the Kodavas call themselves children of Cauvery. In the Kaveri Purana, it is called the Matsyadesa .The story goes that Chandravarma , the youngest son of king Siddhartha of Matsya Dynasty came on pilgrimage to Talacauvery . He settled down here and the coronation of his eldest son took place in Balamuri with the blessings of the river. It is also called Krodadesa, perhaps referring to the warrior clan who settled down here

There are several myths surrounding the origin of the Kodavas themselves, the most popular being that they are descendants of Greeks who settled down here after the conquest of India by Alexander ,the great .However the Kodavas have retained their original customs even though they have merged with the larger milieu . They worship Karana (ancestors) as family deity, Cauvery as mother and Iguthappa as presiding deity.While they pray in Hindu temples, they revere Ainmane or the ancestors house as the place of worship.

I asked Kailash if he believed that he was a Greek descendant and he laughed it off saying that some Kodavas believe that they are descendants of "Kurgs" and hence called so..Our luncheon session was filled with little snippets of Coorg lifestyle as we planned our itinerary . Kailash gave us insights into some hidden temples in the forests and estates , which are worshipped by the Kodavas and Hindus alike.

As the drizzle continued, we walked up to 18th century Nalknad Aramane (palace) built by the haleri king Dodda Veera Rajendra in the 18th century . Its in a small hamlet called Yavakapindi where a givernment school stood adjacent to it. A beautiful two storey structure painted in red with a tiled roof, beautiful wall paintings and pillars gazed at us as we opened the portals of the palace. A small mandapa in white was located close by.


A drizzle started as we heard a sound behind us. A caretaker had silently moved in and was opening the main door for us. We were the only visitors. As we soaked in the moment, we were given a capsule of history .


During one of the wars with Tipu Sultan, Dodda Veerarajendra had to retreat and he came to this dense forest. He converted it as an operation base and built a palace and even got married here . This palace was the last refuge of the last king of Chikkaveerarajendra before he was deposed by the British .



The caretaker showed us around as we climbed a small ladder , saw the hidden chamber in the roof , the torture room, the royal bedrooms and the main durbar . Some of the paintings here are original, while some have been renovated . This is the base camp for trekkers who wish to hike up to the highest peak Thadiyandamole .



A few homestays are located close by and they offer brilliant views of the mountains. We walked up to Palace Estate where the owners had converted the granaries into rooms. The century old bungalow looked so comfortable that we wished that we could stay here .We are more of the home stay types as they give an insight into local culture and as the touristy crowds normally prefer resorts, we would like to stay in simple and quiet homestays.


We met Prasad who was kind enough to show us around and also give us some more insights into the Kodavas. He said that about a 100000 Kodavas today live in the district and they revere their ancestors at Ainmane or their ancestral home. Each Kodava family has its Ainmane and we even went to their ancestral home later in the evening , but it was closed. The rituals of the Kodavas are very different from the Hindus , for instance agni or fire god is not so significant, while water is worshipped . Similarly priests and slokas have little significance as most marriages are conducted in the presence of the elders .


It was quite dark as we left the palace and we returned to the resort and heard Kailash describing some of their marriage traditions. The bride and the bridegrooms are apparently subjected to a lot of "tests "..for instance he claims that the bride has to carry a pot over her head while she is distracted by family and friends..sometimes she has to hold the pot for hours and she cannot keep it down till the relatives agree to do so for they are testing her patience. As for the groom, his test of strength is to chop down branches of trees in just one stroke.Almost all Kodavas are into agriculture and even if they are employed , they have a few acres of plantations .

We sat for a few minutes outside under the clear sky, enjoying the last few moments of the dying blaze that was warming us up..Day two would see us discovering more of the heritage and spiritual essence of Coorg.