Sounds of Silence

The nature lover can unfold his reclining chair under the shade of a tree and watch scenes of pastoral life go past him in slow motion at Manchinabele, writes Radha Prathi

Want to get away from the madding crowd, the concrete jungle and the rampant pollution? All you have to do is to look around. There are yet unspoiled spots, where you can revel in the lap of nature, even if it is for  a day.

Manchinabele happens to be one of them. This valley is sandwiched between the famous picnic spots Doddaladamara and Saavandurga. If one has visited the place in the last decade, it will not be difficult to notice that the hills look denuded and the water appears polluted. The sudden silence implies the absence of birds which would gather here in large numbers. Yet, the place exudes a certain charm despite the onslaught of disposable plates, cups and bottles over the weekends!

The Manchinabele dam is about 45 kilometres away from the heart of the city and one would do well to reach the place in the early hours of the morning not only to beat the traffic, but also to capture the sight of the vaporous clouds over the hills melting among the trees, shrubs and the grass in the valley.


This beautiful spot situated off Averahalli bus stop also known as military camp can be reached by BMTC or KSRTC buses. Once you arrive at the spot, you can trek down the picturesque landscape punctuated with hills, valleys and a placid lake formed by the Arkavathi river in the form of Manchinabele dam. There are several dhabas, hotels and newly formed resorts in the area that suit your pocket.
Manchinabele has something to offer to everyone. While the cliffs offer scope for adventure sports like rock climbing and rappelling, the placid yet considerably deep waters have been harnessed to offer safe water sports. The eateries situated in and around the spot also help eager trekkers to co-ordinate with professional adventure sports organisers.  The arm-chair nature lover can put up his hammock or unfold his reclining chair under the shade of a tree and watch scenes of nature and pastoral life go past him in slow motion. Time comes to a standstill here and one realises that the day has gone by only at the lovely hour of sunset.

It is around this time that the universal appeal of Wordsworth’s lines come to mind.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:

But even as you bid adieu to the place, don’t forget to pick up the litter by way of thanking nature for letting us realise what we are missing out in our fastpaced lives.

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