Articles by Poornima Kannan

Unashamedly copying the lines from a Bollywood movie, it's certainly how I felt when I saw the huge rocks of Ramanagara. Going for a drive with friends on the smooth Bangalore-Mysore Highway towards Kamat Yatri Nivas, we stopped a while near the giant boulders on the outskirts of Ramanagara - a town 50kms away from Bangalore. Here are some of the pictures. Known as Closepet during the British rule, it was renamed as Ramanagara after Independence (after the Rama temple at Ramadevara Betta). Though Ramanagara has been important town in history and also famous for its silk farms, it was the…

Sorry for the late post. I have been doing a lot of dashing through the streets this week to fulfil pending social commitments rather than the kind of travel I'd prefer. Today is the first real day to put my feet up, relax and wander through the web world. For those who want to travel and cannot (inflation, blasts etc), here's an interesting link I found on one of the blogs I frequent. Photographer Tito Dupret undertook this epic journey across the world in 2001, when he read that Taliban were destroying Buddhist temples in Afghanistan. He started a monumental…

After a long hiatus, I had gone out with friends to watch the Aamir Khan produced movie 'Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na' at Lido Mall recently. It was first time I stepped into the new Lido. Just like the movie which had a lot of fresh faces, the theatre looked mint fresh too. Who could have visualized that the land that housed the old Lido was so vast? The colourful and innovative plastic moulded chairs at the food court, the Noodle Bar lounge, the new Cinemas with comfortable chairs that have cola holders - the only downside to this is…

‘Work in Bangalore, Stay in Europe', announced a billboard advertising yet another apartment complex, as I walked along the dusty, narrow, one lane road that connects Jakkur and Amruthahalli. Far cry from the M5, this road. I wondered what part of Europe this billboard was referring to. Maybe Europe started only once we entered the hallowed portals of the complex. The menacing looking security guy who could easily have been an immigration officer in Berlin, checking your dirty-looking Indian passport and grudgingly applying an entry stamp on your visa. Blame it on the IT boom or our own middle-class notions…