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Wednesday 21st December  Bangalore – Navadarshanam Farm 32.47miles.    

28/3/2017

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​I tried to leave early, but discovered I was locked in (the gate to the yard was locked) – the wifi was best ever, so blogged a little while I waited for someone else to wake up.  In fact the key was in a box next to the gate – but honestly, how was I supposed to know that?  But I was quite a happy captive. 
 
The road was fairly straightforward, no steep hills, and the first half in the shadow of an elevated highway, which this minion was very grateful for.  I passed skyscrapers and slums and suburbs with names like “Electric City”.  There were the usual street stalls lining the roads selling chai, fizzy drinks, strange packets and vegetables: anything to scrape a living.  It was dirty and dusty.  I turned right off the main road and headed towards the countryside – lots of new housing, new developments, being built from concrete, with advertising hoardings portraying the dream of happy families.  Schools advertised too – with names that included the word “International” in them to attract new paying pupils.    I stopped in Arekal to indulge in an icecream as I suspected (rightly) that there wouldn’t be much in the way of pudding over the Christmas period.  It was very good ice-cream and I hoped it would be open on the way back too (it wasn’t). 
 
I arrived at Navadarshanum Farm/Community Trust at around 4.30pm – and would have been much quicker if hadn’t stopped so frequently to check I was going the right way.  Gumularapuram is a small village.  Gangenalil hamlet is even smaller.  Navadarshanam is beyond both of them – truly out in the sticks!
 
I met Deepa first of all.  She had been a Primary School teacher once upon a time and would have been excellent at that job I suspect.  I also met Nagarajan and Gopi – I didn’t know the names of the others, but all were friendly and welcoming at supper time.   I was shown to my own little house – there were other empty bedrooms in it, and a fully fitted kitchen.  The roof was adorned with solar panels to heat the water and provide electricity.
 
Supper was spicy, vegetarian, organic – tasty and lots of it, but relatively plain fare.  It was followed by the regular nightly ritual (as I was to discover) of a puja (several prayers and songs from a Hindu music book or sheets) to the accompaniment of a droning electric music box – it would put out two notes which bent, mingled and blended in with each other.   There would usually follow a discussion by the adults, with sometimes a quiz of the children.  This particular night they were introduced to me and the children were asked about Europe and capital cities. 
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