The drive reminded me of going to Chamundi Hills from Mysore: it takes hardly twenty minutes to get there and hundreds drive up every day to pray to goddess Chamundi. Yet no one is under the illusion that he or she is driving up to the level of a hill station, even though you get a bird’s-eye view of royal Mysore from the top, just like Yelagiri now offered a view of Vaniyambadi, the footwear township.
