Harihareshwar temple and beach.

 Harihareshwar temple and beach.

Blog by

Vijay Kant Diksit 

vkdiksit@gmail.com

All photos by Author 

Our journey to Harihareshwar was another adventure in itself. We navigated through a labyrinth of roads, crossed bridges, hopped on ferries, passed through dense forests, and encountered various creatures, both domestic and wild. Finally, we arrived at our ultimate destination, the MTDC resort of Harihareshwar. Having pre-booked two Bamboo huts, our initial apprehension was heightened when we saw a row of these huts seemingly engulfed by weeds and plants.

 The receptionist informed us that only three huts were currently habitable, and we felt fortunate to secure two of them. With a mixture of gratitude and caution, we entered our huts, half-expecting to encounter reptiles, foxes, mongoose etc.. To our surprise, the Bamboo huts were not only free from unwelcome guests but also well-furnished, complete with a veranda overlooking the lush forest, creating a truly enchanting ambiance.

As we settled in, the evening beckoned us to seek the blessings of the Harihareshwar temple. It happened to be Ganesh Chaturthi, and the entire town appeared to have taken a holiday. Every shop, including the temple's own store selling flowers, garlands, incense sticks, and prasadam, was closed. Adding to the adventure, the rain was pouring down heavily. Undeterred, we parked our car at the temple's parking lot and proceeded to the temple itself.

The Harihareshwar Temple, often referred to as the 'Kashi of the South,' is a venerable shrine dedicated to Lord Shiva. Nestled along the northern edge of Harihareshwar, this temple combines the serenity of nature with spiritual richness. What elevates its religious significance is that the holy river Savitri, which originates at Mahableshwar, gracefully merges with the Arabian Sea at this sacred place.

Upon returning from the temple, our curiosity led us to explore the pathway leading to the beach. Although the previous evening's glimpse had piqued our interest, we decided to embark on this adventure early in the morning. With our check-out time set at 10 AM, we awoke at the crack of dawn, swiftly packed our belongings, and had a quick breakfast. Eager to discover the beach, we ventured out, following the enticing pathway that wound through the MTDC resort.

With enthusiasm in our hearts, we embarked on our journey around 7 AM. We followed the steps and the overgrown path to the beach, but to our dismay, we soon discovered that the path was obscured by plants and weeds, and the steps were in disrepair. Our hopes of visiting the beach began to wane. However, a stroke of luck came our way in the form of my sister-in-law, Richa, whose incredible memory from 18 years ago revealed an alternative route through a road that would undoubtedly lead us to Harihareshwar Beach. Richa's memory saved the day, and we loaded into our trusty Honda Civic to reach the beach.

As fate would have it, the heavens decided to test our patience further, as the sky opened up with a torrential downpour. Undeterred, we were determined to conquer Harihareshwar Beach, come rain or shine. Thankfully, the rain eventually subsided, and the sun graced us with its presence.

Now, the real fun began. The beach had transformed into a mesmerizing spectacle, its surface turned into a mirror reflecting the clouds above. I couldn't resist capturing the magical scene in photographs. 

We also strolled along the shore, leaving our footprints as proof of our conquest of Harihareshwar.

Grey matter in my neurons processed the following thoughts after seeing these footprints 

Thoghts on Foot prints

Wherever my wanderlust takes me, I inevitably leave behind a trail of footprints etched in the soft, shifting sands of time. These footprints tell the silent stories of my journeys, each step representing a moment in my adventure-filled life.

In serene coastal destinations, my footprints imprint themselves upon the pristine, sun-kissed shores, leaving behind a trace of my presence as I walk along the water's edge, absorbing the tranquil symphony of crashing waves and seagulls' calls.

In lush, verdant forests, my footprints grace the earthy paths, mingling with the imprints of countless creatures that call the wilderness their home. Together, they paint a picture of my exploration through nature's untamed beauty.

Even in bustling urban landscapes, where the ground is paved with concrete, my footprints find their place amidst the hurried steps of city dwellers. They mark the streets I've strolled, the neighborhoods I've explored, and the cultures I've encountered.

As I journey through life, my footprints serve as a tangible reminder of my existence, a testament to the places I've been and the experiences I've collected along the way. They signify my connection to the world, a silent dialogue between me and the Earth, a reminder that I've left a piece of myself wherever I've roamed.

Nature's fine art.

Nature continually crafts exquisite works of art in our surroundings. Regrettably, our fixation on our insignificant lives and petty concerns often blinds us to the masterpieces nature unveils. Recently, during a leisurely stroll along the shores of Harihareshwar Beach, I was fortunate to stumble upon a mesmerizing creation sculpted by the harmonious interplay of the ocean and the sun-kissed beach sand.

As I ambled along the coastline, my eyes were drawn to an intricate pattern etched into the golden sands. Waves had meticulously carved delicate ripples, resembling the brushstrokes of a skilled artist. These graceful lines danced in perfect harmony, their forms gracefully shifting with the ebb and flow of the tide.

The sun played a crucial role in this natural masterpiece, casting its warm, golden hues upon the beach, illuminating the sand like a canvas waiting to be painted. It painted the sand with shades of orange and pink, creating a stunning backdrop for the artwork carved by the waves.

 
Richa and Poornima were like excited children, jumping and hugging each other as they explored the small lagoon and island formed on the beach. 

Mangroves

During our visit to Harihareshwar, I was truly amazed by the vibrant and healthy growth of mangrove forests. Witnessing such an extensive and flourishing mangrove ecosystem was indeed a delightful experience. However, my excitement was soon overshadowed by a disheartening sight – the entire mangrove area was marred by the presence of discarded polythene bags. It was distressing to see such a callous disregard for the environment.

The wanton disposal of polythene bags poses a grave threat to these precious mangrove forests. Not only do they disrupt the natural balance of this ecosystem, but they also tarnish the tranquil beauty of the beach. It's disheartening to note that many of these polythene bags are carelessly left behind by visitors to the beach or discarded in the garbage in the town which ultimately lands in the sea.

Upon returning from this eye-opening trip, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt every time I used a polythene bag. Understanding the detrimental impact they have on our environment and recognizing where they ultimately end up weighed heavily on my conscience.

It's imperative that both the government and non-governmental organizations (NGOs) address this pressing issue with utmost urgency. Initiatives should be undertaken on a war footing to combat the menace of polythene pollution, not only in Harihareshwar but across the nation. It's high time we collectively take responsibility and make conscientious choices to protect our environment and preserve the natural wonders like the mangrove forests for future generations to cherish.

Golden surprise

On our way to Harihareshwar Beach one early morning, we were greeted by an unexpected heavy downpour. Initially, disappointment washed over me, as it seemed like the perfect photo opportunity had been lost to the rain. Nevertheless, undeterred, we decided to continue our journey, hopeful for a change in the weather.

After a little while, our patience was rewarded as the rain gradually ceased. Although the beach had become quite slushy, it held a beautiful surprise in store for us. The entire shoreline had transformed into a mesmerizing mirror, reflecting the sky above and giving us a breathtaking view of the sunrise. It was a moment of pure magic, and I realized that this unique shot wouldn't have been possible without the rain.

This experience reminded me that it's not always accurate to label a situation as purely good or bad. Sometimes, what initially appears as a small difficulty can turn into a massive blessing, revealing unexpected beauty and wonder. It's a valuable lesson in embracing the unpredictability of life and finding the silver lining in every situation.

Reflections 

Reflections and shadows are intriguing phenomena that manifest in various situations, often coexisting to add depth and complexity to our perception of the world. These phenomena are not confined to a single dimension of existence; instead, they permeate multiple facets of our surroundings, creating captivating interplays of light and matter.

Consider a serene pond on a sunny day. As the sunlight bathes the water's surface, it gives rise to a mesmerizing reflection of the surrounding trees and sky. Simultaneously, the foliage on the pond's banks may cast intricate shadows upon the water's edge. In this tranquil scene, reflections and shadows harmoniously coexist, transforming the pond into a canvas of visual poetry.

In the realm of human emotions, a similar duality can be observed. Just as a mirror reflects our outer appearance, our inner thoughts and feelings cast shadows on our psyche. The reflection may reveal our happiness, while the shadow hints at moments of doubt or introspection. These emotional reflections and shadows shape our self-awareness, guiding us through the labyrinth of our inner worlds.

Moreover, the concept of reflection and shadow extends beyond the physical and emotional realms. In the pursuit of knowledge, our thoughts often mirror the wisdom of those who came before us—a reflection of the collective intellect of humanity. Yet, the shadows of ignorance persist, casting doubt and uncertainty on our understanding. It is in the interplay between these reflections of knowledge and shadows of uncertainty that the flame of curiosity is kindled, driving us to seek enlightenment.

In essence, reflections and shadows are not mere optical phenomena; they are metaphors for the intricate interplay of light and darkness, knowledge and ignorance, and clarity and ambiguity in our lives. They remind us that every situation, every moment, offers the opportunity for introspection and discovery, inviting us to explore the multidimensional tapestry of existence.

The sand bore intricate patterns sculpted by the relentless waves and tides. We were treated to a glorious sunrise, but alas, we had to bid farewell. Staying longer would have meant paying for an extra day, and we didn't want to lighten our wallets. So, we headed straight to the restaurant, where we cleaned our feet, much like utensils being washed.

With our bellies filled with poha and masala tea, we prepared for our journey back to Thane, our hearts full of memories of our unforgettable adventure at Harihareshwar Beach.

And finally the whole team who contributed to this blog me, my wife Poornima, Abhishek and Richa.

Coastal Road Adventure

•                Coastal Road Adventure from                Ganapatipule 
• to  Harihareshwar 

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Vijay Kant Diksit 

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All photos by Author 

In my earlier blogs I have described our experience at Ganpatipule.  From here We embarked on a daring journey that took us from Ganapatipule to Harihareshwar along a mesmerizing coastal route. This decision promised us a one-of-a-kind experience, as we hugged the coastline and had the chance to cross river waters three times aboard delightful ferries. Although the more conventional, direct route with bridges would have shaved off a swifter five hours from our journey, we chose the scenic coastal path, fully aware that it would add an extra two hours to our adventure. The allure of breathtaking vistas and well-maintained roads outweighed the potential delays caused by ferry availability.

As we set off on our journey, we were greeted by a gentle drizzle. This, while slowing our progress, added an enchanting dimension to the trip. The surroundings were nothing short of magical, with lush greenery enveloping us in all directions, and the melodious chorus of countless birds serenading us throughout our journey. This region, nestled within the Western Ghats, was renowned as a biodiversity hotspot, and it was evident that we were immersed in the heart of a thriving ecosystem. While a casual observer might see only a lush surface cover, we were privileged to have a firsthand encounter with the diverse life forms flourishing in this rich environment.

Frequently, the coastline would reveal itself, offering tantalizing glimpses of the sea. However, it was the overall landscape that truly captivated our senses. Words like "magnificent" barely did justice to the awe-inspiring beauty that enveloped us throughout this extraordinary journey.9

Surprisingly, the road was sparsely populated with vehicles, with only occasional interruptions when we passed through towns or villages along the way. Our journey coincided with the auspicious day of Ganesh Chaturthi, which added a unique and spiritual dimension to our adventure. At every turn, we encountered people transporting Ganapati idols to their homes. What struck us most profoundly was the deep devotion etched on their faces. It was as if they weren't merely carrying statues but welcoming a living deity into their homes.

The air was infused with a sense of serenity that seemed to embrace our very souls. These devotees, who lovingly ushered Lord Ganesha into their households, followed a beautiful tradition. They kept their doors open, effectively transforming their homes into sacred spaces where anyone could enter and offer prayers to the deity. This open-hearted hospitality and reverence for the divine left an indelible impression on us, reinforcing the belief that spirituality could transcend boundaries and bring people together in profound harmony.

With the benevolent blessings of Lord Ganesha and the ever-enchanting scenery as our backdrop, we reached our first transit point, the historic town of Jaigadh. This town boasted the intriguing presence of the ancient Jaigadh Fort, a testament to bygone eras. Regrettably, our time constraints prevented us from delving into its depths.

As we approached the jetty, our spirits hung in the balance, as there was no sight of a ferry in the distance. Disappointment momentarily overshadowed our excitement. However, we accepted the possibility of catching the next ferry, which we presumed would arrive in about an hour.

 Yet, just as we reached the jetty, our hearts leaped with joy at the unexpected sight of a ferry gracefully approaching the shore.

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It was a moment of sheer delight, a rare blessing in life. With renewed enthusiasm, we proceeded to board ourselves and our trusty Honda Civic onto the awaiting ferry, eager to continue our onward adventure. The journey, it seemed, was not only filled with the promise of scenic beauty but also generously sprinkled with serendipitous moments that made it all the more memorable.

 Jaigadh, a quaint fishing village, is nestled in the midst of industrial activities, primarily due to the presence of a Jindal plant. Furthermore, Jindal is actively developing the Jaigadh port, a bustling hub of massive construction. Surprisingly, despite these changes, the traditional fishing industry, a cornerstone of the local economy and social fabric, appears resilient.

Upon disembarking from the ferry, we plunged into a verdant ocean of lush biodiversity. The heavens had decided to bless us with relentless rain. It poured so intensely that the roads turned into shadowy corridors, and visibility through the windshield was severely compromised. Nonetheless, undeterred, we continued our journey.

As lunchtime approached, the heavy rain compelled us to search for a restaurant along the way. Regrettably, options were scarce. We endured for a while, but when our hunger became unbearable, we pulled over to the roadside and commenced our lunch with the provisions we had brought. The rain persisted, necessitating that we keep the car doors tightly shut. While most people enjoy candlelit dinners, we relished a hearty monsoon meal. The food seemed to acquire an even more exquisite taste in such an atmospheric and challenging setting.

With our hunger satiated, we resumed our journey. The road stretched ahead, mostly devoid of traffic, occasionally interrupted by herds of smaller local cattle breeds. The predominant landscape consisted of mango orchards, particularly famous for the coveted Hapus mangoes renowned for their exceptional taste and flavor. It's possible that other crops thrive in the interior regions.

Our next destination was the Dhopave ferry transit. Lady luck smiled upon us as we arrived just in time to catch the departing ferry. We secured our tickets, and without delay, the ferry raised its plank and set sail. As we sailed some distance, a distant whistle caught our attention. It was a state transport bus conductor skillfully aligning his bus for the ferry. Surprisingly, the ferry didn't return but continued its journey It is a remarkable mode of multimodal transport catering to the masses. The ferry service also runs on time irrespective of local situation.

Finally, we disembarked at Dabhol, marking another chapter in our adventure.
Continuing our coastal road journey, we embarked on the last leg after disembarking from the ferry. This stretch led us through the lush ocean of biodiversity in the Western Ghats and the Konkan region.
The lush, vibrant tapestry of nature unfolded before us, an exquisite masterpiece painted by Mother Earth herself. Insects, an assorted multitude of shapes and sizes, took center stage, gracefully flitting about above a stunning bouquet of colorful flowers. Their delicate ballet in the gentle, warm breeze was a captivating performance, eloquently illustrating the vital role of pollinators in the intricate web of life.

Venturing further along our path, our gaze was drawn to a monitor lizard, its scaly form soaking in the sun's embrace. Its unwavering focus, perhaps honed on elusive prey, revealed the enduring tenacity of these ancient reptilian hunters  from monitor lizard dwelling on ground to snakes slithering in the tree branches as they pursued sustenance amidst the wilderness.

Overhead, the forest came alive with a melodious symphony of avian voices. Colorful birds adorned branches like living jewels, each adding its unique note to the harmonious chorus of the wild. The cicadas and frogs lent their voices as well, joining the choir. Meanwhile, below the water's surface, creatures like fish, water insects, and crabs gracefully danced in nature's underwater ballroom. Their graceful movements and songs were a jubilant celebration of the kaleidoscope of life and a poignant reminder of the urgent need to protect and preserve these fragile ecosystems.

Continuing on our expedition, a fox materialized on the path ahead, its eyes locking onto us with an inquisitive gleam. In that gaze, we sensed a silent question, an inquiry into our presence in its pristine sanctuary. It was a profound moment, underscoring our responsibility as stewards of the environment, entrusted with safeguarding the homes of these wondrous creatures.

It became clear that all the inhabitants of this biodiverse haven were curious about our intrusion, their collective gaze questioning our motives. Regrettably, the constraints of time denied us the chance to delve deeper into the hidden treasures of this ecosystem. Nevertheless, this encounter served as a resounding reminder of our duty to conserve and protect these intricate ecosystems, ensuring their survival for generations yet to come.


The road gradually narrowed, taking us through a serene countryside where economic activities were surprisingly inconspicuous. Despite this, the area exuded an aura of prosperity, with elegant houses lining the route, a stark contrast to the typical image of Indian villages with huts and dirt tracks.

Our final destination, Harihareshwar, awaited us in Vesave. The ferry we boarded was noticeably more crowded, accommodating around 15 cars, motorcycles, and passengers. What caught our attention was the juxtaposition on one side of the Savitri River, where buildings displayed distinct Islamic architecture and even included some mosques, while the other side was the holy town of Harihareshwar, often referred to as Uttar Kashi. Despite these cultural differences, the local residents seemed to coexist harmoniously.

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Upon arriving at Harihareshwar jetty, we faced a minor setback: our dependence on technology became apparent as Google Maps proved unreliable due to poor reception with our Airtel mobile SIMs. Perhaps there were too few Airtel towers in the area. In times gone by, the car window served as our navigation tool. We would simply lower the window and shout for directions, a practice we reverted to when needed, relying on our sense of direction and the kindness of locals.

Eventually, we reached our ultimate destination, the MTDC resort, where we had reserved two Bamboo huts. Our initial glance brought a moment of trepidation as we saw a row of Bamboo huts engulfed by weeds and plants. The receptionist informed us that only three huts were habitable, and we were fortunate enough to secure two of them. With gratitude in our hearts, we cautiously entered, half-expecting to encounter reptiles, foxes, or bandicoots. To our surprise, the Bamboo huts were well-furnished, complete with a veranda overlooking the forest, creating a truly magical setting.

As we settled in, we readied ourselves for the next chapter of our adventure, which I will share with you in our upcoming blog post

Sunset at Ganapatipule Beach.

                   

     Magical sunset at Ganpatipule Beach.

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Ganapatipule Beach, like any coastal gem, is intrinsically tied to the sun, especially during those enchanting moments of sunrise and sunset.  My observations are based on my feelings at sunset time. These are the times when we become profoundly connected to a grander vision, feeling as though we are an integral part of the universe itself.

These golden hours at the beach are more than just moments in time; they represent a harmonious convergence of the five fundamental elements - earth, fire, water, air, and space. As the sun graces the horizon, it becomes the quiet maestro orchestrating this symphony. Its radiant energy imbues the atmosphere, and the element of fire takes center stage.

During these serene moments, it's as though the sun whispers its secrets to those who pause to listen. Its warmth envelops you, and you can sense the life force within, the very essence of fire itself. It's a time when the elements seem to dance in harmony, a celestial ballet that reminds us of the delicate balance of the natural world.

Ganapatipule Beach, bathed in the gentle glow of the setting sun or the first light of dawn, becomes a sacred canvas where five elements converge, offering a profound connection to nature's beauty and the universe's grand design. It's a time to reflect, to find solace, and to marvel at the wondrous tapestry of existence that unfolds before our eyes.

We returned from our current adventure, eager for what the next day had in store. Our next destination was Harihareshwar, and we were about to embark on a daring coastal road journey. In the upcoming blog post, I will vividly recount the exhilarating experiences we had during this thrilling journey. Stay tuned to discover the beauty and excitement of our coastal road adventure to Harihareshwar.

 
                        Sun finally set down. 

Lakshmii Kaishav Temple. Kolisare.

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          Vijay Kant Diksit        

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The journey to the Lakshmi Keshav Temple, situated approximately 4 kilometers from the MTDC resort, Ganapatipule was a delightful experience. The road leading to the temple is well-maintained, with minimal traffic, making it easy to find. As you approach the temple, you'll be transported back in time to the 15th century, thanks to its remarkable architecture.

The Lakshmi Keshav Temple is a true gem, entirely constructed from wood, including its dome. One of its most captivating features is a perennial water fountain. It's believed that this water flows directly from the holy feet of Lord Vishnu, adding a touch of divine serenity to the surroundings.

Delving into the temple's history, ancient records reveal a fascinating tale. During the Mughal invasion, the idol of Lakshmi Keshav was hidden in the depths of Rankal Lake for its protection. In 1510, it was eventually enshrined in this temple. The idol stands at an impressive 5 feet in height and is crafted from stone. Lord Keshav is depicted with four hands, each holding a Chakra, Gada, Padma, and Shankh. The sequence of these weapons serves as evidence of his identity, and there are 24 different names associated with his incarnations based on their arrangement. The intricately carved idol is a sight to behold, with depictions of the dashavtar adorning the surrounding décor.

The atmosphere surrounding the Lakshmi Keshav Temple is nothing short of serene. It's cocooned by tranquil forests, making you feel as though you've stepped back in time to the 15th century, except for the attire and language of the priests and devotees. 

Visiting this ancient temple nestled deep within the lush Konkan forest was an absolutely remarkable experience. The sense of wonder and awe that enveloped me as I ventured further into the forest, following winding paths and the faint echoes of history, was truly unforgettable.

As returned from the temple, the dense foliage gave way to reveal its weathered yet majestic facade. The temple's age seemed to seep from every stone, and I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate carvings that adorned its walls, each telling a story of centuries long past.

Inside, a hushed reverence filled the air, as if the very spirits of those who had worshiped here over countless generations lingered in silent vigil. The flickering oil lamps cast dancing shadows on the ancient idols, invoking a sense of timelessness that transported me to a different era.

The sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of forest creatures added to the temple's mystique, as if nature itself paid homage to this sacred site. It was a journey not only through space but through time, a connection with the past that left me humbled and grateful for the opportunity to witness such a hidden gem in the heart of the Konkan forest.

MTDC Resort Ganapatipule. Part 2.

MTDC Rresort Ganapatipule. Part 2.

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Vijay Kant Diksit 

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I have detailed about our exploration at Ganapatipule beach in my earlier blog. After returning to our rooms after our morning stroll at the beach, we quickly realized that we were covered in sand from head to toe, a testament to our earlier beachfront exploration. A refreshing shower was in order to wash away the evidence of our sandy adventure, and we took some time to relax in the cozy comfort of our beds. However, the relentless roar of the ocean served as a reminder that Mother Nature had other plans for us.

Nature's avian ambassadors, a delightful array of birds, flitted and twittered outside our windows, urging us to venture out of our cozy nest. Colorful insects joined in the playful taunt, reminding us that the world beyond our room held endless wonders. Petty squirrels were also tweaking not to remain inside our rooms

Unable to resist the siren call of the great outdoors, we decided to embrace the natural bliss that surrounded us. The MTDC complex in Ganapatipule sprawled over two distinct clusters, and we chose to explore the one housing the jetty and  bamboo huts. Following the resort's winding pathways, we embarked on our journey toward the jetty and the rustic bamboo huts.

The road to the jetty was like a journey through a dense forest that doubled as a botanical garden. Ancient mango trees towered overhead, their thick canopy making it nearly impossible to see the ground beneath them. Immersed in the beauty of nature, we eventually reached the cluster hosting the jetty and bamboo huts.

To be honest, this cluster had seen better days. The path leading to the jetty was covered in fallen leaves and remnants of wild fruits, and the bamboo huts were shrouded in plastic sheets, suggesting they were prone to heavy leaks. In fact, we stumbled upon a row of bamboo huts that had been reclaimed by the encroaching plants and weeds.

We came to know that Cyclone Bipajoy in June 23 and a previous tsunami had caused considerable damage from a tourist's perspective. However, nature, in all its grandeur, remained unperturbed by human concerns, continuing to follow itis own course.

But amidst these signs of nature's reclamation, there was a silver lining. The beach was within closer reach, and a river flowed gracefully, merging with the sea.

This scenario gave me the following feeling. 

Water, originating from the vast expanse of the ocean, undergoes a mesmerizing transformation as it rises into the atmosphere, condenses into clouds, and embarks on a journey inland. These clouds, laden with moisture, eventually surrender their precious cargo in the form of life-giving rain. This cycle embodies water's inherent urge to return to its origin—the boundless ocean—by flowing through rivers that ultimately reunite with the sea. Along its path, water may temporarily find refuge in ponds, ditches, lakes, and wells etc. yet its true nature remains unwavering, an unwavering commitment to its homeward course.

Intriguingly, while water can vary in its potability, our planet predominantly comprises salty oceans. These vast bodies of water serve as nature's purifiers, accumulating and containing impurities, thus ensuring the availability of sweet, drinkable water on land.

In a parallel and equally profound manner, the human soul yearns for a reunion with its divine source. Though it may become entangled in the intricate web of worldly affairs and illusion, it possesses an inherent resilience that propels it towards its spiritual origin. Just as water faithfully seeks the ocean, the human soul, once liberated from the illusions that ensnare it, embarks on a transformative journey towards the divine, driven by an innate desire for reunion and spiritual fulfillment.

After basking in the serene beauty of nature, we made our way back to our cozy rooms. The experience had left us feeling deeply connected to the awe-inspiring and humbling forces of the natural world. 

Our day was far from over, as we eagerly embarked on more explorations, each holding its own unique story and adventure. In my next blog post, I'll take you through the captivating details of these daytime escapades, where we discovered even more wonders waiting to be unveiled. Stay tuned for an exciting journey through the heart of nature's mysteries.

Ganapatipule beach and temple.

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Vijay Kant Diksit 

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 I have described in my previous blog as to how we reached Ganapatipule earlier in the evening.  In the picture, you can see the tranquil beach of Ganapatipule with the temple in the background. It truly captures the serenity of the place, doesn't it?

We woke up early in the morning at around sunrise and strolled onto the beach, it felt as if we had stepped into fictional scene from a mystic story. The beach, pristine and immaculate, with the Ganapatipule temple in the background, left us enchanted. A few cows leisurely roamed the shoreline, adding to the idyllic setting. 

The beach has a grandeur and we relished a leisurely walk, listening to the rhythmic music of the ocean waves. Occasionally, the sea seemed to protest our indifference, sending playful waves to remind us of its presence.

  I wanted to describe with pictorials that how happy I was by spending time at this beautiful beach. But is happiness? What makes us happy.

Happiness is a multifaceted emotion, often derived from a combination of experiences and feelings. One of the surefire paths to happiness is embarking on a holiday to a breathtaking, panoramic location. The awe-inspiring vistas and the serenity of such places can instantly uplift our spirits, filling us with joy.

Equally, the joy of meeting with our near and dear ones is unparalleled. The warmth of their company, the laughter shared, and the bonds strengthened during these moments create lasting memories that contribute significantly to our overall happiness.

Financial windfalls or unexpected rewards or promotion in job can also bring immense happiness. The feeling of financial security and the opportunities these windfalls can provide can lead to a sense of contentment and joy.

However, happiness isn't solely reliant on external circumstances. Sometimes, the simplest moments, like a quiet sunset or a peaceful walk in the park, can make us genuinely happy. It's in these unassuming moments that we discover that happiness comes in various shapes and colors, often when we least expect it.

While thinking seriously about happiness a comical situation emerged. In a whimsical twist of fate, a delightful chain of events unfolded when three photographers found themselves caught up in a captivating moment. The scene became a delightful puzzle of sorts, leaving spectators wondering who the true photographers were and who had unwittingly become the subjects of their art.

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As the shutter clicks echoed through the air, it was as if the roles of observer and observed had blurred into a comical dance of uncertainty. Each photographer, armed with their trusty cameras, jostled for the perfect angle, only to find themselves unwittingly caught in the crossfire of their colleagues' lenses.

In this hilarious spectacle, the very essence of photography itself seemed to be playfully questioned. Who, indeed, was the observer here, and who was the observed? The line between subject and creator became so delightfully muddled that it left everyone involved, including the bemused onlookers, with infectious laughter.

Ultimately, the key to happiness lies in embracing both the external experiences and the inner contentment that can be cultivated by appreciating life's smaller, everyday pleasures. It's the harmonious blend of these elements that makes us truly happy, painting our lives with a beautiful spectrum of joy.



Our walk eventually led us to the ancient Ganapatipule temple, where the usual crowd management measures were in place. We paid our respects to Lord Vinayaka and retraced our steps along the beach.

What struck us, both on the beach and at the temple, was the absence of a money-driven culture. There were no vendors hawking their wares, no colorful stalls selling cool drinks, no pony or camel riders seeking customers, no street performers, and no beggars. The atmosphere was one of serenity and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos and anarchy often associated with popular beaches. Even at the temple, no one pressured us to make offerings; whatever we gave, we did so willingly. This spoke volumes about the local population's honest mindset and their hardworking attitude and genuine devotion.

After our serene morning adventure, we returned to our hotel rooms to enjoy a hearty breakfast, appreciating not just the natural beauty but also the authenticity of the experience this seaside paradise offered. The day has just begun and there is still more exploration, but that is in next blog.