Breakfast on my mind
Heading for the famous Jog Falls, we made an early start from Shivamogga on NH 206. The town looked like a war zone, because entire stretches of buildings and shopfronts had been demolished to widen the highway. Homage to the ravenous automobile god, but not calculated to make us feel positively inclined about Shivamogga. Even if I'm in a car, I thought, I would welcome a little hardship in driving - narrow roads, traffic - if that will preserve the character of a town. Yet it never happens that way. Obsessed as we now are with wheels, the car's needs always dictate how a city develops.

















