It was at 3.00 AM in the morning when my sleep broke and I woke Mahesh to have bath (so that I can sleep for some more time). We all got ready and stood in line for darshan at quarter past 4.00 AM. We decided earlier we wouldn’t go in general line as it would take much more time and we couldn’t make it up for Istakameshwari temple. We were among the first few people standing in the queue of Rs. 500 per person. Rain god was behind us wherever we went. It started raining when we stood in line. As the line started moving slowly, the raining was getting heavier. We were partly drenched until we reached the main temple. We finished the darshanam and visited all the temples which were in the vicinity. It was still pouring when we came out to take prasad. We hurried back to the room to get our belonging to confirm the seats for the jeep ride to Istakameshwari temple. It was 15 minutes to 8.00 AM when we reached the place where jeeps were parked. After Enquiring, we were told which jeep goes first to the temple and we informed the driver that we would finish our breakfast and come before 8.30 AM.
It was exactly at 8.300 AM when the driver started for the temple. The experience about the ride to Istakameshwari Temple is written in another blog, link here. We returned back to hotel around 12.30 PM and quickly wrapped our clothes and belonging. We settled our bills at the hotel and were on our way back. Just before you reach or before you leave Srisailam, you have to make an important stop – Sakshi Ganapathi Temple. Lord Ganesha, here, is believed to be the record keeper at Srisailam. People give their Gothra and name and Sakshi Ganapathi records them, the belief is that your visit to Srisailam will go unrecorded, if you don’t stop and visit this temple first. The temple is a small shrine on the highway. After a quick visit to the temple, we were back on the track. Harsh took the wheels as Mahesh was bit tired. As we were going through the dense forest of Nalla Malla forest, I asked Harsh to stop at one point where in we can take some pictures. We parked our vehicle aside and clicked few pictures and moved on from there.
We reached Kurnool in no time and that’s when we hit the NH-7. As Harsh was on the wheels, we wanted to experience the thrill of speed. We were constantly hitting 150+ which brought the heart in Mahesh’s mouth. There were couple of cars which were in race with us which frightened Mahesh even more as we were increasing the speed. After lots of persuasion by Mahesh, Harsh gave up the race. We stopped at a Punjabi Dhaba to stop our carving for food. It was such a mouth-watering food which we haven’t had from a long time.
Mahesh took control of the wheels from there on and Harsh accompanied to sit beside him. After such a meal, what was required was a good sleep which me and Harsh couldn’t resist. I didn’t remember when I was asleep but when I got up, I saw Mahesh driving the car very carefully and it was raining heavily. Harsh was also in deep sleep and after looking around, got to know that we were nearing Hebbal. We reached Marathahalli around 9.00 PM and got down at Harsh’ home where my bike was parked. We bid bye to Mahesh and walked. I took my bike and reached home at 9.30 PM. It was such a fun filled, amazing, adventurous and cool 3-day trip.