Before Hosur ,there is Attebelle. I was there for a project meeting some months ago., and it got over around 4.30 pm.
Wanted to have a countryside drive,my colleague said yes!too.It was supposed to be a very casual half an hour drive.
We had passed Thally area,and since it was just rained,i was kept going…
On the way, a farmer warned us of elephants,as it was getting late in the evening.He even said, a rouge tusker is on this route in nights.
It was just an accident, that we reached Jowlagiri…otherwise i did not know this place except read in KA books.
Immediately my KA antenna woke up.Stopped the car, asked the villager about the directions of Sulekanta and the temple,where the priest was attacked and partly eaten by the tiger near babul tree right opposite of the temple.(Nine man eaters and one rogue book _ first story)
We took a small parcel of chicken pakoda from Jowlagiri shop and started driving further.
It was all fun,but,as soon as the light started falling..and Sulekanta is actually a deep forested area even now.that, i had a strange fearful feeling.
“My friend was so cool, since he had no idea who is KA and where we are going and what we may encounter, and the history of the place.
I told him,that the temple idea is bad for this time.He said, it’s okay we just can have a glance and return quickly”.
It was an eerie feeling and the road was kept going inside the forest, and sun light was almost gone.
Before a kilometer to the temple, i have narrated the priest partly eaten story to my friend, and he was immediately frozen in fear and glued to the seat.
The temple came, and it was so small one, that’s why,in that story KA said, all pilgrims were in front of the temple sleeping with the aid of camp fire.
I just could not imagine,how he spent the whole night there! with the trumpeting sounds of elephant and a pitch dark jungle.
It is so nice to read his stories, but once you are in that places, then, you need gallons of courage to keep calm.
even if the aid of rocket launcher i won’t stay….it’s so eerie…
As for my friend, he stopped eating that chicken pakoda and was silent till we came back to the city.