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Vijaya (Happy Runner) from Vijaya nagar runners group sent this insta reel. https://www.instagram.com/reel/DZMbsO1RL52/?igsh=MTEyNXZ2djd3bzhwMA== A reminder to us it is already one month since we did our last masala dose run !!  It got me think about the equation behind masal dose and here is my attempt to capture my love for it😜  take it with cup of chutney 🤗 Here is story of the mdws  ....... You wake up at 5 AM. Run 21 kilometres in the dark, past sleeping dogs and early milk vans. Walk into a darshini. Sit down. Do you deserve the masala dose? I used to think yes. Obviously yes. You earned it. Then I started noticing something at Sunday runs. The best breakfasts were never after the longest runs. They were after the runs where something *happened* at the table. Where someone told a story that made everyone go quiet. Where the conversation started with splits and pace and somehow ended up somewhere real — about life, about people, about things that actually matter. A...

People say Zone 2 running is beautiful… and it’s Run from Dil Se ❤️ When you run slow, the heart learns to become stronger without stress. The body learns to use oxygen better. Breathing becomes rhythmic. Sustainable. Aerobic. 🌿 Maybe that is why masala dose runs feel different 🤗😁 They are rarely about speed. They are about finding rhythm between ಉಚ್ವಾಸ (inhale) and ನಿಶ್ವಾಸ (exhale). About conversations flowing without gasping for breath. About the heart, lungs, and mind slowly syncing together ❤️ A run where taste buds dance to the tune of heartbeats… or maybe the other way round 😄☕🫓 A calm pace on the road… cool breeze… steady footsteps… simple conversations… and eventually a hot butter masala dose waiting at the end with a strong coffee ☕🥰 Looks ordinary. But the body is quietly healing itself. Aerobic workouts strengthen the heart. Controlled breathing calms the mind. Masala dose adds the excitement 😋 And somewhere in between, we rediscover something modern l...

Some stones stand quietly for centuries...their stories not always ! Tata had a dream. Not just a dream… a dream backed by determined action — to build an institute in India deeply rooted in science and technology. But dreams of this scale rarely belong to one person. It took the collective belief and persistence of many —Jamsetji Tata, Swami Vivekananda, Sister Nivedita, Diwan Sheshadri Iyer, Maharani Kempananjammanni, and several others who believed India needed such an institution. Nearly two decades of effort went into turning that vision into reality. And finally, the Indian Institute of Science was born. Today IISc stands as one of the country’s proudest institutions. For more than a century it has contributed immensely to science, technology, and nation building. The iconic main building stands tall , and in front of it stands the statue of Jamsetji Tata . When you stand there, it naturally evokes deep respect and gratitude for the visionary who imagined it long before others ...

  ಒಂದು ಪ್ರೇಮಕತೆ ತೋಟದ ಮುತ್ತಜ್ಜ ಕಲ್ಲು  ಚಳಿಗೆ ಮುದುಡಿ ಮಲಗಿದ್ದ ಸಮಯ ಕಾಲಯಾನದ ಗುಂಡಿ ಒತ್ತುವ ಸಮಯ  ಸರಿ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲೇ  ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಇದ್ದ  ಆ ಗಂಡ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ  ಅವನ ಶೌರ್ಯ ಏನು ಕಮ್ಮಿಯಲ್ಲ  ಆದರೇನು ಬದುಕಿ ಉಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅಷ್ಟೇ  ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ಊರವರೆಲ್ಲಾ  ಸೇರಿ ಅವನಿಗೊಂದು ವೀರಗಲ್ಲ ಕೆತ್ತಿದ್ದು  ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರ ನಡುವಿನ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯನೊಬ್ಬನ  ಅಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಶೌರ್ಯ ಆಗಲಿ  ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಪ್ರೇರಣೆ ಎಂದು  ತಾಳಿ ತಾಳಿ ಅದೇ ಕಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಸೇರಿಸಿಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ  ಅವನ ಸತಿಯನ್ನು . ಹೋಗಿಬಿಟ್ಟಳಲ್ಲ ಅವನ ಜೊತೆ  ಪರಿ ಪರಿಯಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ  ಊರವರೆಲ್ಲ “ಕಾಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಔಷಧಿಯಿಲ್ಲ” ಉಸಿರಾಗಿದ್ದವನ ಉಸಿರಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಉಸಿರಾಡಲು ಅಂತ । ಕೇಳಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅಷ್ಟೇ … ಹೊರಟೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟಳು ಹಿಂತಿರುಗಿ ನೋಡದೆ ! ಹೆಸರೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲದ ಅವನು,  ಅವನಿಗೆ ಉಸಿರಾದ ಅವಳು. ಇನ್ನು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದಾರೆ  ಅಂದಿನಿಂದ-ಇಂದಿನವರೆಗೆ, ಬಹುಶಹ ಎಂಟು ಶತಮಾನಗಳಿಂದ  ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ,  “ಕೋಲೆ ಬಸವ”ನೂ  ಸೇರಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಾನೆ  ಅವರೆಲ್ಲ ಕತೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮೂಕ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿಯಂತೆ, ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಕೇಳುತ್ತಾ, ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ  ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ  ಕತೆಯನ್ನೇ ಮೆಲಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ  ಇರಲಿ ಇವರದೊಂದು ಶೌರ್ಯದ  ಪ್ರೇಮಕತೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೊತೆ !!  ಹೆಸರಿನ...

We knew the route this time. No wrong turns, no U-turns. Parked in the quiet lane near the Bosch bike service, and by 5:45 we were off, moving clockwise from Agara. The city was still half asleep, traffic only beginning to build. Suresh set the pace — steady, relaxed. He doesn’t complicate running. No splits, no heart rate, just the road and the joy of moving. “Run happy” is his mantra. I was distracted — vehicles coming from the opposite direction, but more than that, the thoughts running in my mind. I paused at the Agara Someshwara temple, clicked a photo, and a girl passing by asked me for directions. I smiled to myself: “I’m just a visitor here… actually, I’m time-traveling to witness the history of these lakes. Don’t ask me about the present places, ask me about the past 🤗.” I didn’t say it aloud. The look on her face was enough. She might have thought a local runner would know the place for sure. We turned toward Silk Board. The chaos was beginning — honking, buses, bikes squeez...

After pausing lake runs for a while, I decided to restart them. I chose Agara Lake . Why Agara deserves a story of its own will come later. I messaged Suresh about the plan to skip Saturday’s long run and do it on Sunday. He is more into gym these days, so I was doubtful. Still, he replied, “Yes.” With a smile he added, “If I can’t run, I’ll take an auto back home.” I knew he would never do that. We left home at 5 AM, planning to start by 5:30. We reached early, but I took the wrong road, got onto the flyover, and had to take a U-turn. Lost 20–25 minutes. Parked near Hyundai showroom and entered through Gate 4. The entry was unpleasant with the smell from the Raja Kaluve . But once inside, the lake loop was calm. A good path, tall trees, and shade made it welcoming. One round is about 2.6 km. Many runners were already there. For sure it appears in the list of one of the well maintained lake loops for run. Suresh was cheerful. “Let’s not push too hard. Let’s run happily,” he said. That’...