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Sleeping on the deepest
blues,
Caressing the passing dreams,
I seem like a king for a moment,
A living piece of a fading past...
Distant
patches of green still seemed to pin our eyes on them;
the mist lingering over those areca nut groves at nine
in the morning remained our constant companion. We rested
on the dark rocks, Srinivas speculating that they might
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first view of Jamalabad |
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resting atop |
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We
glanced once again at the path that we had left back, a path
that started as cemented steps that soon transformed into a
rough pile of rocks almost a foot higher than the previous one.
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Ahead was our destination, the towering granite rock face of
the Jamalabad fort, one of the lesser-known forts of Tipu Sultan,
built way back in 1796.
To reach the top took us
very little time. Even though we had plenty of stops on the
way, we took just over a couple of hours. But the rough steps
were high, the incline steep, but the views on the way up were
definitely worth it. |
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ideal spot for a dip |
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As soon as we reached the
first length of granite walls, we got to see strewn cannons
around, of massive iron broken like biscuits. The final recognizable
entry, the path became unclear and strange. Our journey was
then through wild grass as tall as us. We got to the wrong side
of the peak, excited about the new terrain, but it wasn't late
before choosing the stop for our night's stay. On one side of
the peak we found a dwelling sort of, presumably ancient, heavily
defaced but nevertheless the most sensible place to halt.
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wading through grass |
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looking far and beyond |
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our home for the night |
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straws lit up |
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Having
decided about that, we rambled around the other parts looking
for ruins, which we didn't come across, surprisingly. There
is no fort actually. Nothing close to the grandeur that your
minds would have conjured of. There are parts of the huge walls,
but they aren't everywhere. Srinivas just enjoyed imagining
the purpose of such a fort, the way they planned and built it,
and of course the purpose of the location - why in the middle
of nowhere. |
We retraced our path to the
other side, feeling light without our backpacks. The view of the
Kudremukh range was just amazing, the greenish brown velvets of
the massive mountains took me down the memory lane and it wasn't
long before Srinivas fell victim to my adventure tales on the Kudremukh.
Another little deviation
took us to a shady gorge, which somehow felt humid and nice
for a short nap. I guess it must have been a water body of some
sort during the rains. We got back to our shack; to find out
we were out of water and couldn't think of any other place to
get it. We decided to tap some from the trickling stream flowing
next to the steps, just before we hit the entry to the top,
before it got dark. We rushed down; looked at the water trickle
onto the rocks in mere drops. We didn't have a choice. We took
turns to hold the bottle close to the rocks and in twenty minutes
we had a bottle of water. |
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sunset 1 |
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The evening brought out nice
colours in the sky, and at this place, one can witness both sunrise
and sunsets in their most dramatic forms. The tall grass formed
a nice foreground as we sat on the rocks and looked at the western
skies. The night was silent and calm and we had no problem lighting
up a fire for dinner. The view of the night landscapes kept us occupied
till late in the night, as we talked and lay on the warm rocks.
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Sunset 2 |
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grass on the roof |
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The light woke us up in the
morning; it was six thirty already. We loafed around once more looking
for possible photographs; the sun seemed to go up very fast. We
finally packed, cleaned up the place and started on our way back;
we passed the trickling stream again, stopped a while and climbed
down till our knees were shivering uncontrollably. We passed the
cannons again, that grass on black rocks and looked behind… and
we were wondering again.
Jamalabad Fort is a part of
the Kudremukh Wildlife Sanctuary, which means you need permission
to go there. But as with every other place, you can do without it
also. It is only good to spend a day on top, but it is nicer you
if you can stay a night there, so that you get to see the sunset
and the sunrise.
Reach Dharmastala early morning,
take a bus to Belthangady (or reach there directly, since buses
going to Karkala stop there), and from there take a bus going to
Killur and ask to the dropped off at Jamalabad cross. From there
it is a road that leads you to the base, you cross a big stream
on the way, ideal for a nice dip! At the start is a checkpoint,
a guard who collects fee and mostly refuses permission to stay on
top. Getting water might be a problem as there is no proper water
source on the top, except for a pool of dirty water. The trickling
stream I mention is the only source of water for the whole stay.
So in summer do take that extra bottle of water.
The shack is easy to find, every
inch of it is defaced with graffiti. It can easily fit in fifteen
people. The weather is good, never unruly since the altitude is
only a mere 1700 ft, and it isn't very cold up there.
~~ Vivek M
(all photographs ©vivekm)
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