tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731383631521148312024-03-18T12:53:13.756+05:30The Nomad LifeBlog about My Nomad Stories... Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-58158084486623861812018-06-20T14:02:00.000+05:302018-06-20T14:02:21.367+05:30My Project : "My Wish My Desire" - 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In Sunday evening I strolling
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Suddenly a voice came
from behind – <i>Chhalni Garam… Chhalani (Hot
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I turned and saw a small kid selling corns. He shows me some
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<i>You always sell corn ? - </i> I start chatting with him</div>
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<i>And on Sunday ?</i> - I asked</div>
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<i>You like doing this
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<i>Yes, I like</i> – he
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I have so many questions for him, so I again asked - <i>Why ?</i></div>
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He said –<i>I like crowd,
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I asked - How <i>much would
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He seems satisfied to tell me that he earn 100-200 Rupees in
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<i>You like studies ?</i>
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<i>You like playing ? –</i>
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He said with little shy - <i>I like playing cricket.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Yes, I like –</i> he
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<i>Where you went
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He said, and heat up his hand with fire – One day I went to Haldwani, a big city with
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<i>You like your place ?
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<i>I like but it is not
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<b><i>What your wish and desire to be in your life?</i> – I again asked <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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He opened his eyes wide and said – <b>I want to be a soldier.</b> Then he again started his work…</div>
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Like every time I am again busy with my nomadness. Suddenly I saw a guy who is lean in his painting. The way he is working attracts me a lot. People are standing around him but he is deeply involved in his painting. I saw him and move ahead. Though, I moved but my mind is still thinking about him. I thought I must talk with him but my second thought told me not to disturb him. He is busy in making different pictures and writing different sentence in stylish writing…</div>
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I back without talking to him but he made me think about him a lot. My mind kept on thinking about him. Day after day, I kept on thinking again and again…</div>
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I keep on imagining him with his brush, paint and stuff around him. The way he was painting, making him a good painter but how unfortunate he is… Sitting on the road and writing <i>– I love you…miss you…love u mamma-papa</i> etc…for people…</div>
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One fine morning I decide to meet him and talk to him. He is still indulging in his work. His face is hiding below cap and his hands are working with perfection…</div>
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<i>Your work is very fine –</i> I direct ask him.</div>
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<i>Thanks –</i> he reply even without look at me.</div>
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<i>You do it by yourself or you are trained –</i> my next question.</div>
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<i>I am trained fine art student but doing all these work to serve my family. My parents spend lots of money in my education and now its my turn to fulfill their dreams. When I find that, my art is not able to earn enough money to serve my family I decide to do this work so that I could earn some money to give my family…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #990000;">My Wish and desire is to become a famous painter</span></b> but how can anyone survive without money ?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-24733401187053336372018-04-11T14:48:00.001+05:302018-04-11T15:07:28.780+05:30My Project "My Wish My Desire"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Friends,</div>
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I am starting a project called<b> <span style="color: #990000;">"My Wish My Desire"</span>.</b> In this project I will publish a picture of the people with their wish and desires... </div>
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<b><span style="color: #990000;">A Curious Young Monk of Sikkim - 1</span></b></div>
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I was strolling in the monastery of Sikkim. Suddenly I saw a young monk staring me. Actually he was curious about my camera and wants me to click his picture...<br />
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<b><span style="color: #990000;">This young monk is taking education in this monastery. His Wish and Desire is to offer his whole life to the monastery and work for Humanity and Buddhism after education...</span></b></blockquote>
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He had family in his village house but now as he become monk so he don't want to talk about them anymore. He has been come out from all the emotional bounding and concentrating on his education only...</div>
Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-40772107530597454842018-04-03T12:30:00.000+05:302018-04-05T12:27:16.497+05:30Meghalaya : A Beautiful State of North-East<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just return home from my journey of Meghalaya. Meghalaya is a North-East part of India know
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I spend almost a week in the place and explore so much about
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<b>Khasi is a tribe of Meghalaya and Khasi women are very friendly but don't like anybody click there pictures. These women I met in Mawshbuit village. They refused for picture but start laughing when I clicked there pictures...</b></blockquote>
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Elephant Fall : Though the water is very less because there is no rain from 3 months</div>
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Khasi women are self depend and business women. </div>
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They work outside and take care of the family too</div>
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Cherapunji without rain</div>
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Nohkalikai Fall but looks very weak without water</div>
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Living root bridge : Local people use these bridges in monsoon when rivers flows with water. Bridges are made by the local people for their use but now these bridges are main attraction for outside people<br />
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Village Mawlynnong</div>
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River Umgot, the clearest river of India. It flows between<br />
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Taxi starts in some time. I acquire a front seat. We passed through many villages. Toy train path is following the road. I love travel by share taxi coz it shows so much about local life and the relations between people. Taxi guy is stopping almost everywhere and talking with the people and carrying their belongings to one place to another. They are talking in Nepali so couldn’t understand but their face expression says their mood. I am only outsider in taxi and all are shocked to see that I am travelling alone. Though all are very cooperative…</div>
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Outside I could see huge tea gardens spreading all over. Green bushes of tea plants have planted beautifully, which are giving an aesthetical sense to the topography and between these gardens, a narrow road is looking like a yellow ribbon. Beautiful villages are like treat to watch. People are the followers of Buddhism equally as Hinduism. Road become tough and heavy landslides are making it dangerous… </div>
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Anyway, river is playing hide and seek. Some time it come closer next goes far away. We crossed a huge bridge on the river Tista covered by Buddhist flags. Now we are near Sikkim. On the road, few artists are making dummies. I am sure they are preparing Goddess Durga’s statues for Durga Puja. Now road become wide and plain so driver speed up taxi. We reach Sikkim in a while. Weather is hot beyond my imagination coz I was thinking Sikkim would be cold…</div>
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Every road has a footpath and only paddlers are walking on them. No encroachment by any of street hawker. I find it cool and safe for walk. Language is not an issue coz everyone can speak Hindi and English both. I reach hotel take a quick shower and back to the road. Apart from Darjeeling Sikkim is warm and more populous though it is not crowdy. I am hungry so I went to the restaurant. I order for food and ask manager – where can I go and how can I go there ? He suggests – book taxi and roam around... </div>
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Instead of Darjeeling Gangtok is more happening place though here too its off season time. I came out and stroll in the market. it’s hot I start sweating. Here again touts come and asking me for taxi. I hired one taxi to roam around…</div>
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Driver is 40 years old middle-aged man. I told him to roam around the city so that I could explore city in one day as much as possible. He told me – I will take you outskirt area of the city so that you will get city look and outside city too. City is actually looking beautiful Peaceful and well designed. Everywhere I can see the footpath along with roads. No dust and garbage anywhere. Driver is less talkative so he is not telling me anything about the city. After crossing city, I reach to the outskirt of Gangtok... </div>
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Gangtok has covered with lush green jungle and in monsoon its looking beautiful. Driver stopped car in front the building. Though building is newly made but I can see the Buddhist architect on the walls and in the gate. Driver tells me locking the car – Ma’am here you can see local handmade product. I went inside to see the glimpse of local culture. There are many counters selling different local stuffs…</div>
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I find local dresses, which are bright and colorful. I find different type of masks depicting the local mythology and many bamboo and brass stuffs. I buy one bamboo mask and one brass mask of Buddha for me and back to the car…</div>
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Taxi is moving in empty road. All are deep green everywhere. Driver again stopped car in front of huge building and mumble – this is monastery. You can go inside and visit the place. I happily get off from the car and take my way to the monastery. Many monks are strolling here. Few are gossiping in groups and laughing loudly. I went to the main temple but it is close. One monk told me it would open in the evening. I stroll outside of the monastery. Its huge and beautifully architected. Few kid monks are also having fun here and making place lively. I talk to the monk sitting in a corner. He talk to me putting his head down – I am here since last two year and I will go to other monastery soon. I travel one monastery to other monastery and live there. He then keeps silence. I stand there for a while and watch the city. While I return, I went into few more shops but just back. It was evening and heavy downpour start. I back to hotel and take rest for a while…</div>
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I already had booked the hotel so I fulfill some formalities and acquire room. Room is good and from window, I can see the cluster of houses but all are old architect houses so not disappointed. I take quick shower and come out. Hotel is in market so it was not difficult to find a restaurant. Market is absolute lazy and lifeless. I ask to restaurant guy the reason. He says taking my order – its off season. In monsoon, nobody come here. Restaurant is almost empty and no food was prepared there. He starts cooking everything after taking my order. I get food after half n hour. He serves food with sorry and justified that he made everything new so it took time. But I am happy with it coz I get fresh and tasty food…</div>
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After food I stroll on road. I can see the presence of locals on road. Mostly are women wearing local dress and some are in new stylish dresses too. Generally, shops are running by women. I can feel the women empowerment. Crossing market, I reach to Mall Road. Mall Road is main road of the city like all hill stations. All posh buildings and offices are on Mall road…</div>
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I saw many old architect buildings on the road but an old church seeks my attention. Church is abandoned so can’t go inside. I capture few pictures from road and move. Governor House is also in the road. Many dogs are sitting outside the building. Seems they are assuring the safety of building. Anyway, as I move further it become fogy. One side of road is cover with green deep jungle and other side is open valley. I can only see the jungle because valley is underneath of deep white fog…</div>
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In between the road many sitting points has made. People are sitting there and enjoying weather with company. All faces are smiling. Most of them are old. They are rotating bead garland in fingers while chatting with their friends. New generation is also here. All have their own groups and they are busy with themselves. This is good to see. Weather is clear now so I can see the open valley along with many villages. I stand for a while to enjoy the beauty, and watch people enjoying…</div>
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I went out for dinner and stroll in market streets. Each street is connecting with another street and all streets have different stuffs to sell but market is lifeless due to off-season. I went into sweet shops street. I bought some sweets and talk to shopkeeper. He tells me working – I am from Bihar and settled here and running my own business. He says – most of the Biharies working here because there is no work in Bihar. He packed my sweets and I back to road again. After strolling for some more time, I went into restaurant. I can guess that the restaurant is Bihari coz music playing inside is Bhojpuri. Few customers are inside but all looks locals though Bihari. I order for dinner. Restaurant guy asks me – where you from ? Nainital – my straight answer to him. I ask him along with my answer – where you from ? He replied with smile – Bihar. You can see many Bihari here. He again repeats the same lines, which I have already listened. He curse politicians for not to develop Bihar. I finish food and back to hotel. By the time, I back to hotel market have been closed and silence is overtaking everything…</div>
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Drizzle has started and fog covered everything again. Darjling is undoubtedly a beautiful place and in monsoon, it becomes more beautiful. City is neat and clean too. I didn’t see any water logging here. Water has properly drained out. Viewing the city, I soon reach Zoo. In India, this is the largest zoo. It spans 675 acres in the altitude of 2,133 meter. Driver drop me on road and from there I take a walk uphill to reach zoo. Way is decorating with many wild life stuff and road is cover with different species of trees and shrubs and bushes… </div>
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Now I will go to the tea gardens. Weather is clear, I can see the huge valley, and in this huge valley, I can see few villages too. Mountains are very high and terrain is very tough here. After crossing a long way through the valley, I reach tea gardens. Driver shows me huts along with road and says – these are tea garden owner’s huts. They sell tea here from there garden. They grew many varieties of tea in the gardens. He then drops me in front of particular hut. I went inside. A lady actually a girl working here says –You please go to the garden first. When you will back I will serve tea from our garden… </div>
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I get amaze to see the garden. Small little green bushes have covered all the land and I can see only green bushes as far as my eyes can see. Being alone in the garden I wander freely though it’s still drizzle and fogy. I saw a poster hanging on every bush written something in Hindi Script. I went near. These are the regretting words from the workers, who pluck tea buds. This is emotional. I have never seen this anywhere. I want to spend more time in garden but rain start and I get back to hut. Though it’s a different hut and no idea whom garden I was strolling coz all are connected. Anyway guy in this hut show me my hut... </div>
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Gorkha Girl, shot height broad face and small eyes, welcomes me again. I get wet so she offers me a place near fire to sit and ask my experiences about tea garden and she also asks me about myself coz she is amazed to see me alone. After small chat she show many types of tea and ask me which tea I would like to drink. I am not a tea lover so I ask her about the teas. Then she points the first counter and says – This tea is very expensive. If you smell, you will find it sweet and soothing. Then she explains about others tea. Its still drizzle and become cold. Lady now stands in front of gas stove to make tea for me and after a while she offers me tasty tea. No idea what tea is this but it’s tasty. I can feel the hard work in the taste and remembering the song sung by Bhupen Hajarika ji - ek kali do pattiya. This beautiful song is base on tea workers…</div>
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In the evening I went out for dinner but it’s little late. All shops and restaurants have closed. I only saw a street stall selling street food. Two Gorkha sisters are running this stall and selling egg roll, momo and chowmien. I order for egg roll and talk with the girls –you both are running this stall ? One who is more confident answer me – yes ! we are sisters. Then I ask - So whole day you work here like this ? No. We are studying in collage. In daytime, we go to college and in evening, we come to market and run this stall. I ask them a little political question now – Do you think Darjling should be separate from West Bengal ? They both replied together – Yes. Darjling is completely different form Bengal. Darjling is hill area. Our culture and language is different. We have so many issues here. Darjling should definitely separate from West Bengal. For a while I thought that I have started wrong discussion but both get normal soon. I finish egg roll and when I turned one of them says – don’t worry. You are safe here so don’t get tensed as it is dark and alone. We everyday go in the dark. I smiled and back… </div>
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I reach station before time. Waiting rooms are bulking with passengers so I stroll at station. Every pinch of this huge station is pack with passengers. Sultry weather is making me sweat. Luckily train is on time and I find my coach easily and acquire seat. One family is already there busy in gossiping in Bengali…</div>
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In a while, one more passenger enters into coach. Family is still busy in talking loudly and moving from here and there without caring others. Evening light is shadowing everything outside the window. Suddenly very low voice comes to me. I turn my eyes inside. Man is interacting me – where are you going ? I turn to him and reply – Darjling. How will you go from Jalpaiguri ? – he asked next question. No idea – My sudden reply. He advised – you may take share taxi. Taxi stand is just outside the Railway station. You will easily get share taxi in the morning. Useful advice. I ask about him. He says – I am army person and going Jalpaiguri for official work. I am actually from Maharashtra but posted in Kolkata…</div>
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In family, I noticed an old lady staring me continuously. She been staring me since I entered in coach. I don’t know why ? One more lady in the family is chubby short height middle aged woman. She is sitting on upper birth like a queen surrounded with food items. In every second, she picks something starts eating and distributing. She is talking continuously laughing loudly. One boy in the family around 17-18 years has start singing in every five minutes. He hums few words then stops again he starts humming and stops. Whole family seems hilarious. Old lady is still gazing me…</div>
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Its dark outside. Train is far away from Kolkata. Area seems like village area. Huge crops fields along with small huts are visible. Suddenly heavy rain starts and all become blur. Family is still busy in themselves. Lady is busy in eating and distributing. Boy busy in humming and old lady is still staring me which is really awkward now but as she is too old so I haven’t say anything to her. Army person is napping…</div>
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After dinner, I lie down. After a tiring day, I soon fall asleep. Middle of the night old lady has start speaking. In the silence, her voice echoes. I scared and wake up. I saw everywhere but all are snoring. I stand up and notice that she is talking in sleep. Oh, this old lady is really scaring me now. I watch outside. All I can see is huge fields, rivers and jungle. Its bit cold too but I spend whole night gazing out…</div>
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I am relieved when it dawn. Huge green fields, rivers, water ponds, small hut are still in scenario. Few towns are also taking place but for a while only. Again heavy rain starts and become cold. Family get off at one junction but around 13-14 ladies get inside. All are wearing bright traditional dresses and imitating jewelries are enhancing their beauty. Their nose peers from both sides, which is making them more attractive. Small girls are also in the group wearing vibrant frock printed with small flowers on them. Girls are busy in playing and ladies are busy in chatting. Seems they are coming from some party or festival. They actually filled coach with the vibrant energy. Well after a while train reach Jalpaiguri and for my relief rain has stopped…</div>
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Coming out from train, I sweep between the ocean of human. Jalpaiguri Railway Station is huge and busy station. When I headed outside, I saw a poster asking Donation for Kedarnath Tragedy. I am sad about tragedy but glad to know that last corner of the country is worried about it. After walking long I reach taxi stand where touts are shouting everywhere. Some touts are going Nepal too coz Nepal is attached with Darjling. There is small market along with the taxi stand. Whole market is dump in muck and rainwater is logging everywhere. I found a restaurant and went inside… </div>
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I find a restaurant and went inside. This is double story restaurant and I went to upward. Boy around 18-19, come to me and ask me in Bengali. I request him to speak in Hindi. He speaks in Bengali mix Hindi and put menu in front of me and asks - what will you have? I don’t see the menu but ask him – what you have? He tells me everything in single breath. I stop him in middle and look up the menu card where I find all North Indian food. I order for Aloo Paratha and tea…</div>
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I came out but it’s raining heavily. Sardarji sitting in a main chair tell me to wait there and we start a little conversation. He tells me – I was child when my father migrated here and established this restaurant. Now I am more Bengali then the Punjabi. He tells me – in Kolkata you will find Punjabis’ South Indians and Bihari doing business. Rain has stopped and my final question to Sardar ji is – Where can I go from here ? Sardar ji advise – take taxi and go to Victoria Memorial, which is not very far…</div>
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I crossed long footpath. Sidewall of the footpath has decorated with mosaic art. Actually, this is good to see and keep city beautiful and clean too. Anyway, after crossing footpath I enter into a busy market. Whole area is showing the essence of old Bengal. People are lethargically sitting on road and busy in talking. Road is cramped with rickshaws, hand pulling rickshaws, car, scooter, pedestrian everything. I take my way between everything and watching the architect of old buildings too. Now I am in broad and open society area. I ask here the way of Thakurbadi. He hurriedly replied – go further and take left from there. This is first time when someone replies me in hurry…</div>
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Heavy rain starts when I reach Thakurbadi. I wait almost half n hour at the reception. I saw a big red color building through the heavy downpour. When rain stops I move to take ticket and deposit my bag inside then went upstairs. I went into room belongs to Rabindrnath Tagore and then went to many other rooms. All rooms are showing the luxuries life style of Rabindranath Tagor. Rabindra music is blowing in the air and making everything calm and cool. I saw a girl showing reverence to Rabindranath every time and in every room. She seems to be influence by the Rabindra. I ask her. She says with glittering eyes – I am learning Rabindra Music and I am a huge fan of Rabindranath. This place is like a temple to me. I love to come here whenever I get time…</div>
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Now I have to back to hotel so I didn’t ask anybody where to go ? I crossed a long lane of different markets. First market is Idol market. Huge idols of Hindu God and goddess are here and makers are making them here too. School kids are going home from the school, heaving fun with each other, and teasing each other too. Crossing this market, I reach to sweet market and sweet makers are making sweets here but unfortunately no one is making Misti Doi and now I enter into iron smith area. This area is dirty and road is clogged with rain water. I anyhow cross the area and take taxi to my hotel…</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Soon after I was in yellow color ambassador taxi. Taxi guy, copper color, white hair old man, has started conversation in Bengali but I cleared him that I don't understand the language. Then he starts with Bengali mix Hindi. He turn back his neck and says - I am 76 year old and been through the two heart attacks and a brain-hamirage. My financial conditions are not good so still working. Suddenly he asks about me. I told him - I am from Nainital. He seriously says – Oh !!! Your state has faced serious catastrophe of Kedarnath this year. Whole state has divested badly. He is well aware of my city and state. I must say again that Bengalis are well-educated people...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He is still talking but I fix my eyes outside from window. Cultural and historical city is in front of my eyes. Many old British buildings are on the way. Some maintained but some are dying. Old buses are running on road but what seeks my attention is Tram. Trams are still in function here. I am excited to see the city in two days as much possible. Driver still talking but I am indulging to see the city. Soon I reach hotel...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Get a quick shower I back to road again. As I reach on road one tram across me but I cannot sit in tram because tram has fix stop points. I start walking on foothpath along with many shops like tire puncture shops, grocery shop, musical instruments shop, iron smith shop and so on. Road has traffic but not like other metro cities...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Bengalis are well-educated and simple people. They love talking with outsiders and have enough time to tell address for any place, they have enough time to ask about you and they have enough time to tell about themselves too. This is the reason Bengal still carry the Adda (gossip points) culture...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I went to a shopkeeper and ask him where I can go from here ? Shop keeper who have grocery shop, came out and asks me about myself then tells me – You can go to Kalighat Temple. Then he wave his hand in front direction – go this side, you will reach to a crossway from there you may get bus or taxi both. I ask him – will tram go there? He says with giggle – no. So now I am going to Kalighat Temple. Soon I reach crossway but this is busy one. I saw few buses too but all are madly packed so I will take taxi…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">This area looks posh with heavy traffic. I try to talk with taxi driver, around 30, tall and tiny, but he don’t understand Hindi properly. In his Bengali mix Hindi he says like a keen politician - Mamta Banarjee’s government is not doing good work for the state. CPI should back in government. Outside window, a huge Church is showing its presence from far away. Driver tells me something about it but couldn’t understand. My taxi is sweeping between the whirlpool of heavy traffic which includes Buses, Old buses, Rickshaw, even Hand rickshaws are still exist here. Most of the buses have very decorative and artistic windows, which seeking my attention…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Crossing market, I enter into tiny street, which covered with both side shops. Everybody offer me good stuff for prayer and few offered me to keep my shoes in free. Everybody is forcing me to buy and few had threatened me by saying - if you will not perform puja Goddess will punish you. I am shocked. Meanwhile a young priest comes and says - I will arrange shortcut visit to main Goddess temple. Shortcut visit for temple !!! time for another shock. These experiences are heartbreaking. I cannot keep my shoes in open so I bought few things form shop and shopkeeper will do priest job for me too…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I reaches into temple promises which is almost empty. I easily visit to main temple without using any shortcut. Jet-black face shining with sharp red color eyes statue magnetize my attention through the narrow window. Before I could understand anything priest pulled out me. He don’t want me to stay there for long. Kalighat temple is not huge but historical. I went to a tributary of Ganga nearby my heart sink again to see the condition of the river. Its stinking badly. Mud and garbage have covered most of the area over which mosquitoes are hovering and more of that one man washing utensils. Though river is long but tiny…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Back to road, I saw hand pulling rickshaw puller. I went to him and ask about nearby place. Tiny middle-aged man says lying on his rickshaw – go to the metro station and take metro for Esplanade. So my next destination has decided now. I sit on rickshaw. Though I find it very inhuman but this is giving job to many jobless people so its good. I ask him – where you from ? He turns his head towards me and says - From Bihar and pulling rickshaw here since last 30 years. My family lives in a village of Bihar. I visit my village every year and send them money every month. My old mother live there with my wife and three children. I want to live with them but there is no work therefore I am working here. He dropped me at metro station...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Before going inside the metro station I need to eat something. I stroll in a narrow street cramped with shops both side. I went to restaurant and order for the Thali in which I get dal, two types of vegetable, roti, curd, chatni and pickle. Soon I get my platter of food. Food is enough for me and its yummy. I order coffee too. When I take first sip of coffee, I am so much impressed. Now I am done so ask for bill. Bill must be around 300 bucks or something but I am amazed to see 40 Rupees only. I went to reception and confirm it again but bill is correct. 40 Rupees bill including coffee. Kolkata is very cheap place. Even in this time you can get proper food in only 30 Rupees. Unbelievable for me...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After food, I stroll in market and back to metro station. In metro, I haven’t faced security checks like Delhi. I get ticket and wait for metro, which will arrive in 15 minutes. Station has decorated with mosaic paintings depicting Indian mythology and British Era. Metro arrive and I entered. Its crowded like anything. This metro is old Non AC metro. In kolkata metro started in 1994 and old metros are still in working conditions. For air ventilation upper glass of metro has been removed. In this crowd, I forget to get out in my station so I off in next station where somebody advice me to take return metro for Esplanade…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Esplanade is a huge and beautiful British architect building. Many shops and offices are in this building. This is very broad area and I came opposite side of the building to see another angle of it. Now I again ask to a local guy about next place. Advice I get is Howrah Bridge. He also tells me that I can take bus for the place even he himself is also waiting for the same bus. Drizzle starts and I enjoyed it until bus arrives. I entered into blue bus with decorated window. Bus is crowded too but conductor gave me his seat now I can enjoy cool breeze and beautiful scenario of kolkata...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Wearing Khaki dress young conductor gives me ticket. I give him money and he returns me extra money without asking change. Ticket is very cheap. He does not ask me for change like other part of India. The way he is folding currency between his fingers is attractive…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Everybody in bus is busy in talking but I do not understand anything because they are speaking in Bengali. This area is vast beautiful and clean. Drizzling is still up…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I cover huge area by bus to reach Howrah Bridge. Howrah Bridge is long and huge iron suspension bridge. This bridge is famous for its architect. Bus is now entering inside the bridge. I can feel the vibration of bridge inside bus. This is really a giant structure. Uncounted traffic is moving on the bridge and uncounted people are walking on the bridge. Conductor drops me in front of Howrah Railway Station. Red color building made in British Architect is in front of me…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As ferry moving forward scenario is changing every time. Many small places are existing on the bank and reflections of these places are spinning in water. Ferry moves below Howrah Bridge. Huge bridge is above us. I am immersed by the beauty of river Hooghly but now time to get off because my station has come…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Where ferry dropped me is Hindu graveyard. Smock coming through burning bodies is making atmosphere smoky and air smells different. Row of mud shacks are along with the graveyard, which sell funeral paraphernalia to the people. Beyond these shacks, huge British architect colony is existing. I could not go further coz it was getting dark. I back to Ferry station when I saw few kids are engage in a small procession I could not understand. Anyway I back to ferry stand and get return ticket for Howrah Bridge...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Atmosphere of ferry is still same but dusk filled everything in yellow light. River Hooghly is glittering in this light and making landscape amazingly beautiful. Cold breeze is enhancing the beauty. Soon I reach to my destination. Howrah Bridge is giving different feel in night. I start walking on wide footpath along with Howrah Bridge. Until I walk on bridge, it was continuously vibrating due to vehicle vibration. I stand for a while to gaze the River Hooghly, which is sprinkling dusk light …</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">This bus is yet again jam-packed. I somehow arrange seat but I am uncomfortable. Passengers are busy in chatting in Bengali. This is M.G. road, which I saw in shops address beside with road. I am cramp in bus and somehow manage to take ticket. Luckily I soon reach my destination. However, this is not my hotel. Bus conductor advice me to take auto rickshaw for hotel. I take auto rickshaw and through the many narrow streets I reach my hotel…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I am tired but I went out for dinner. Receptionist suggests me not to go far this time. I went to nearby Bengali restaurant and order for Bengali food. He serves me Bengali plate including dal chokha, aloo chokha, chawal and few more. As I didn’t know how to eat it so I finished my food in my way but later he tells me how to eat food. Anyway, now I need something sweet so order for Misti Doi but my hard luck they don’t have this so I order Rausogulla...</span></div>
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Sitting in Kathgodam Railway Station and waiting for train to Delhi. Actually I didn’t want to take risk of landslide in rain season. From Delhi will take train for Kolkata. From Kolkata I will go to Darjling then Sikkim then back to Delhi and back to Nainital. Indeed a long journey…</div>
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Kathgodam railway station is small and beautiful. One of my favorite places for wait. I love stroll one end to another end rather than sitting in a place. This railway station is single platform railway station so no madly hustle-bustle. After a while I went into waiting room. Mostly ladies are here. Men must be strolling outside. I noticed mostly ladies are interested in talking about television serials which is boring. I back and went out for strolling. Now station is in little hustle coz Jammu-Tavi-Express is on platform. Before leaving station rail, release deep dark black and suffocative smoke from engine, which has polluted everything. After train left station become quiet and peaceful again…</div>
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Sitting on chair I starts observing people. Two young guys come and sit next to me. Both are busy with their mobiles and earphone. No one has time to see their surroundings. One father-son couple also takes place on my other side. Son is though simple but father seems irrational. He is scolding someone on phone in an very insulting way. My train is about to come so time to go. I meet one Bengali family and lady member asks me – where you going ? I replied – Kolkata. Her straight question is – Alone ? and why are you going to Kolkata. Luckily train arrived and I went to my coach because I had no answer for these stupid questions…</div>
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<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was too dark yet and Delhi is not a safe this time to move alone so I spend time at station until morning. I searched every place to sit but people are sleeping everywhere. I guess homeless people also come here for the shelter. Though its irritating but I cannot blame people who are sleeping like this. Its the failure of policies which still could not provide them a shelter…</div>
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<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>This railway station is dirty and filthy. Luckily I get seat after strolling long. I am not in mood of strolling coz I am tired and sleepy. Though place is dirty but I have no choice and I am too tired to stay stand up anymore. Next to my seat, a paralytic man is sitting but which attracts me a lot is his brother who is taking care of him like anything. Indeed a lovely and caring brother. Suddenly one train comes to platform and I am amused to see that every doors and windows are cover with hanging milk pots. When train stops, many milkmen come out. I think locals use it for their daily uses. Anyway after spending two n half hours in the station I comes out take auto rickshaw for Nizamuddin Railway Station. My train time is 4 PM so again a long wait…</div>
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Crossing long area and security checks I reach into AC waiting but it is jam pack. I went to wash room which again bulking with women and floor dump in water. Without wasting time, I left the washroom pick up my backpack and off to find out clock room where I could put my luggage. Now I am again on road. As I comes out from station many rickshaw guys are keep coming and asking - where I wanna go ? Which I myself even don’t know right now…</div>
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I am hungry and Chadni Chawk is best place to satisfy my hunger glands. Sit in an e-rickshaw travelling through the polluted road I reach Chadni Chawk, which is crowded like always. I walk in a narrow street and find out a decent restaurant. Ordered paneer paratha and Kauchuri…</div>
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Its cloudy everywhere in morning when I wake up. Family is getting ready to leave as there station is about to come. From here, two security guards are on duty outside each coach. This area is Naxlide area that is why security is tight here. In station, many army soldiers are roaming everywhere… </div>
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I indulge in the outside scenario when a melodious voice breaks my focus and get me back into compartment. Voice is coming from next compartment. Some guy is singing Bengali song in a very pleasant and melodious voice. Voice is resembling with great sing Shri S. D. Burman ji and I am imagining a boat a river and a boatman and ofcourse me too and S.D. Burman’s song Mere sajan hai us paar, Mai man maar hu is paar, O mere majhi abki baar le chal paar…</div>
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But I back to present when I saw the Kolkata city is welcoming me with big flyover, traffic jam, crowd, pollution. Train reaches to Syalde railway station. Huge station is bursting with a mob of people. When I came out, Splash of hot wind spank on my face to make me realize the temperature and ocean of people is making me crazy… </div>
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After almost half-n hour, I wake up and move towards Babaji’s Hut. There I saw a man wearing trek-suit, sunglass and covered his head with white cloth. His curly and knotted hairs are poking out from the head cloth. Babaji looks me when I greet him. He greets me back with hand gesture. Amit introduce me to Babaji and says – He is Mauni Baba (reticent hermit). He doesn’t speak to anybody. He explains his feelings through the hand gestures. I know him from many years so I understand his language. After introduction, I sit at verandah where Amit serve me tea in small steel glass. With the sip of tea, I saw the group of blue sheep moving in front of Babaji’s hut where a little creek is flowing. I ask about the creek to Amit. He tells me – This is Aakas Ganga comes from Peak Shivlinga and merge with River Bhagirathi in Gaumukh. River Aakash Ganga is a real source of River Ganga...<br />
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I am so much exhaust so I only watch them moving around with the sip of tea. After a while when I get my breath back I slowly went to near the place to observe them roaming freely. I am amaze to see that they are so confident that I am not gonna harm to them. One baby Blue Sheep comes in front of my camera lens and then his or her mother come and take him off from my camera. They are running and eating and drinking water and relaxing and enjoying warmth in frosty temperature. They show every possible drama in this open amphitheater of nature. Then suddenly all went far away from my eyes. I turn back after watching the refreshing show…</div>
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By the time, I back Amit call me for lunch. I went into the Babaji’s small but neat and clean corrugated roof hut made of stones. Mud floor has covered with woolen mats. Hut is warm and cozy. In one corner, Babaji’s kitchen existing where he makes food on kerosene stove. Babaji serves Khichdi, which is no doubt very tasty. After lunch Amit show me my hut which is same like Babaji’s hut. In one corner of this hut has temple and in other corner Babaji has stored bedding for the guests who stay here. I take my bedding place it on the floor and I lie down for some time…</div>
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In the evening I went for a long walk near to the River Akash Ganga. Suddenly weather become nasty and snow fall starts. I can see the snow flacks falling on my face and on my clothes. I am far from my hut which is scary because there is no any shelter where I can hide. It is a big relief to see one hut in distant. I walk towards hut to get shelter. One more Babaji (hermit) welcome me there. I am surprise to see him because I was thinking hut is deserted. Anyway, I greet to Babaji and went near to the hut. He lit the fire and asks me to come near it. He asks me after some time – am I here for trekking ? I nodded my head in yes…</div>
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Now when I am comfortable I saw the Babaji. Copper color face normal eyes long mated locks hair tie on head sweet spoken person is a Baba’ji. I ask him about him – he says with very soft voice – I am Sai Muni. Living here for Tapshya (meditation). He invites me inside the hut, which is same like Mauni Babaji’s hut. Burning kerosene stove to make herbal tea he said – I have cooking gas too but gas has been finished and its not easy to get gas cylinder here in this altitude so I use kerosene stove too. He offers me tea and says – Its herbal tea. It will give you warmth in this weather. I take a first sip and really, tea is very flavorsome. I can feel the flavor of different herbs. With the sip of tea he tells me about him and says – Life is very difficult here in winters. In coming winter, I might go somewhere else for meditation. After spend a good time with him I turn back. However Its not snow fall now but very chilly…</div>
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It is almost dark when I reach to my hut and Amit calls for dinner. Dinner is another delicacy in 5000 mt altitude. Babaji serves me delicious green vegetable with fried yellow lentil dal and rice. Amit Tell me that babaji is appreciating my efforts to reach in this height. After dinner he gives me boil water to drink with smiling face. I wash my pots and back to hut. Sky is crystal clear and stars are shining like a diamonds though chilly temperature is making it impossible to stay out...</div>
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I wake up early morning stars are still in the sky but soon it becomes sunrise. Peak Bhagirathi, Peak Shivling, Peak Meru and other peaks are gleaming in the beauty of morning rays. I again go for a little walk. When I back Babaji gives me porridge for breakfast. After breakfast I pack my stuff and start return trek. This time trek would be steep descent. I cross this glacier patch fast before it gets hot and glacier start melting…</div>
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From Goumukh trek is easy so I walk like a lazy girl. I can again feel the sound of River Bhagirathi, sound of cold chilly wind. I can be a part of huge mountains and snow peaks. I can again see the color of jungle. Now it’s time to leave everything behind, so not feeling good. I sit in a place to inhale this beauty inside me. I see the River which is bending between the valley here and sky is busy with nomad clouds. Everything is so pure and so beautiful. Yesterday when I was going to Tapovan all were coming near to me but now all are going away slowly slowly. This is the part of every trekking. With the very slow speed, I reach the campsite…</div>
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I am walking slowly as if I want to make distance longer. Its tough to get back from such places. With my every forward step, everything is leaving behind and I am going near to civilization again. Colorful jungle, huge peaks of Himalaya, River Bhagirathi everything is leaving behind. Though River Bhagirathi will be with me till Uttarakshi but yes this is the most beautiful part of River Bhagirathi with roaring voice. I am walking walking walking and just thinking of all these only. I am in my own when Amit stop me from behind and says _ we reached Chirbasa. Now take little rest then will move forward. I wanna tell him that I don’t wanna move but I know I have to go…</div>
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I stop in Chirbasa and I start getting the sign of civilization. In a small hut-restaurant I wanna drink tea and eat something but due to price issue I haven’t eat anything though I am badly hungry. I saw Maggi’s Noodle packets here, which have been banned in all over India. Anyway I walk further and get away from the place. Trek is easy now and I am near to the Gangotri. Soon leaving everything behind I reach Gangotri… </div>
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still beautiful. River Bhagirathi is flowing like serpent with roaring voice
colorful jungle is giving the essence of springtime. Above all huge Himalayan
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Shape of this source is like cow’s mouth so it’s called Goumukh. Goumukh Glacier
is the largest glacier of Asia too. I want to go to near to the source but Amit
told me in warning tone- <i>it is dangerous
so better not to go near. Stones fall every time from upward and melting snow
pieces are making it more dangerous.</i> Then I went near to the River
Bhagirathi to touch the water, which is chilled and few saints are bathing in this
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silently in one place and gaze around. Whole valley surrounded with stunning Himalayan
Peaks. Deep blue sky is adding more charm in the beauty with small naughty
clouds. I can hear slow rhythmic sound of river Bhagirathi. This is the only sound,
which is breaking the silence of the place. I am indulging deep and deep into
the spell of nature. I am here to feel the
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this spell when suddenly Amit comes and tell me to start trek for Tapovan,
which is straight up from here. He takes me to the place from where we will
start. I look upward where no any path exists. Only I can see the brown heap of
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the path is a mixture of mud and melting snow. Actually I am walking on glacier
and in hot weather snow is melting and making slippery mixture with mud. Small
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leaving behind and I am moving up. Jungle has vanished and brown dry mountains
have taken place in scenario. In many places, I saw deep crevasses. If anyone will
slip inside these crevasses, no one can save them. These are the killer cracks.
I remember what Amit told me about his friends who died in such type of
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is getting tough and scorching sun is no mood of mercy. The only charm in this
struggle is beautiful Himalaya and Deep blue sky with naughty clouds. I take
rest for a while and then start walking again. It is too steep up and now I am
struggling for every step and want to sit after every step but Amit not letting
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near water I notice few black birds hovering over me. These birds are not crow.
After a while birds start coming to me and trying to snatch food from my hand.
This is Yellow Billed Choug bird. This is smellier to the crow but size of the
bird is small and beak color is yellow. In the higher altitude they don’t get
food easily so they come to humans for the search of food. Anyway I ask to Amit
– <i>Amit do you know the bird? Which bird
is this?</i> Answer he gives is the funniest answer. He innocently replied like
an expert – <i>Ma’am this is Chinese crow.
In winters when china’s weather becomes cold they come here for warmth.</i> I
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short break I again start trekking. Though I am only few steps ahead but every
step is becoming heavier. My breaths are going abnormal and I am drenched in sweat.
I struggle for each step. I want to take long rest after every step. I saw
upward from where Amit shouting – <i>Madam
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step and I was on Tapovan. I saw a huge field covered with dry yellow brown
grass and huge Himalaya peaks. I sign with relief and lie down on earth. There is
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When I wake up in morning, it was chilly. I get ready for trek and come to the market where Amit is waiting for me. Market is still close so I find out a small restaurant finish breakfast there and start trekking. After a while sun come out and valley get life again. After crossing long stairs through the narrow market my trek starts with steep ascend which is not very long. Now it’s plain walk along with roaring River Bhagirathi. Huge deodar trees making valley green. Sunlight coming through the leaves and giving pleasant feel of warmth. I can see many trekkers actually devotees who are going to Gaumukh but no one is going Tapovan…</div>
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Amit is walking fast but I am walking slow and inhaling every bit of this beauty. Many tributaries are flowing through the mountains and emerging into River Bhagirathi. I reach to ramshackle wooden bridge, which is lifeline here. When I put my first step on bridge whole valley echoed with creaky voice. It is late October and I am witnessing autumn here. Tree leaves are turning yellow and red and making valley paradise. Below the path, River Bhagirathi is flowing and in front of me, great mighty Himalaya is showing its presence... </div>
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He becomes emotional when he talks about Kalindikhal Expedition. His two friends died there and their dead bodies disappeared into deep crevasse. He says with moist eyes – I don’t want to go there again and I never went there. This place is nightmare for me. I saw my two friends dying there in front of my eyes and I couldn’t do anything. He says – when my other friends go there they offer head cloth and shoes to them for their remembrance…</div>
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Bhagirathi is still with us roaring voice of Bhagirathi is echoing the valley. By now, we reach Chirbasa, a small resting point. One small shop is here but extremely expensive. One devotee family, two women, two men and a two months old baby, are going to Gaumukh to pay their votive offerings. Ladies are going by mules and men are walking. Women are wearing sari and cover their face completely. They are from Bihar. Man told me –my wife and me wished to Maa Ganga if we would have grandchild we will go to Gaumukh with baby to fulfill their votive. As they are from Bihar, which is plain and hot area so they are facing many troubles in hill. They never have been into hills before. I turn around to explore the place when I saw a man hanging on pole and doing some exercises. He dose exercises around 15 mintues. When he come down from pole I asked him why he is doing this ? he says cleaning sweat from brow – to keep body warm in this cold... and went off… </div>
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This cricket match is amazingly funny and extra ordinary. I have never seen cricket match in such funny way. There are different rules in this match, which is too unique, and the commentator is again a funny guy. He is comentrating in a hilarious way and implementing new rules in between the over according to his choice and mood. Political satires are also part of his commentary. Not only he but batsman, fielders and bowlers are equally funny. I was just laughing laughing and laughing. Two hours long this match is full of entrainment only… </div>
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Temperature is freezing now. Amit calls me for Dinner at Ashram where everybody is coming for dinner. All sit on earth in a row and have food. After dinner when I come to the tent, I saw huge galaxies in the sky. Sky is so clear and full of stars. I stand there for some time but cannot stand for long coz it is bone chilled cold. I enjoy this peace and beauty for a while then come to tent and sleep…</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After much confusion, I am finally packing my rucksack for adventures trek of Tapovan. It’s too dark when I wake up 3 ‘o clock and there are two reasons for this too dark. First, its night and second is no electricity since night. I somehow manage my works and off to station in wintry dark. Station is busy with buses so I struggle to find out bus for Haridwar and 6.30 am I starts journey. Bus is almost empty. In Rudrapur bus had an accident. Actually, driver left bus without lock. Suddenly bus starts moving forward but luckily, driver see and manages to jump inside and stop the bus. It could be a serious accident coz road was engage with paddlers. Bus reaches Haridwar by 2.30 and I went to Rishikesh from where I can get bus for Uttarkashi. Getting bus for Uttarkashi is another expedition coz no bus is going there and taxies are asking for high charges. After lots of struggles, I get taxi. Rishikesh is very hot but it becomes cold when taxi reaches upward. Taxi driver is less talkative short height chubby man. Road is stunning with beautiful valleys. On the way, I saw groups of nomads who are walking with their families, cattle and dogs. Nomad has always been my favorite. They walk in huge groups and every group has many buffalo. Local people always become happy to see them coz they are very lovable and trouble-free people. They sale milk and other milk products, which is only source of their income… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon it become dark and villages are showing their presence through the light. Villages are blinking like stars in dark valley. Tihri Dam Reservoir is also showing presence through reflection in water. In Chamiyashoud village, I saw beautiful reflection of Tihri Dam Rservoir. I finish dinner on way and by the time, I reach my rest house in Uttarkashi it was 11.30…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wake up 7’o clock in the morning. Temperature is pleasant yet. I went for short walk to the bank of River Bhagirathi, which is flowing, near to my rest house. River bank is dry and mining work is going on there. Far from this, I hear the prayer sound of primary school students who are singing national anthem with drumbeats. This made me nostalgic. When I was student, I used to do all these too. Hearing it again is good experience. After breakfast I off to shopping for trek in sultry weather but unfortunately, I could not get anything in Uttarakhshi’s unmanaged market. In this heat, getting taxi for Gangotri is another struggle. Though I get share taxi but taxi driver starts after 2 hours when taxi become full with passengers. Man sitting next to me is blind follower of RSS and spewing so much poison for others. This is sad to see that where we are going. What the fake reality is incubating in the brain of people on the name of patriotism and religion. Disgusting! He keeps talking about Hinduism and other topics. He is from Uttar Pradesh and going to Gaumukh…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hence, for me it’s better to enjoy the beauty of mother nature. Bhagirathi is with us all the time. Somewhere it is broad and somewhere it’s narrow. Somewhere it is jumping through the high hills and somewhere it is flowing through the deep gorges. Somewhere color of water is bluish, somewhere it’s greenish, somewhere it is flowing like ribbon but every appearance of Bhagirathi is beautiful and gorgeous. Driver is insolent young guy. He is not stopping taxi anywhere. This valley is famous for apples. I see many apple orchards on the way and want to buy some but driver is not ready to stop. When I ask him to stop, he badly replies – I will not stop taxi anywhere. When taxi reaches Harsil, one more passenger, from Mumbai, wants to get out and see the open valley of Harsil for a while only but driver didn’t stop. Now it was height of his rudeness so I tell him – Is this the way you behave with tourists ? They are the source of your earning. You should pay some respect to them. They are not coming here again and again. But driver again rudely reply – I don’t want them to come here. You go back. We don’t need outsiders here in our area. This is unbelievable for me. I still remember the Kedarnath catastrophe when tourists stopped coming here. That time, these were the people, who were saying - We will die hungry if tourist will not come coz we have nothing else to do. How will we survive if tourist will stop coming. Now when tourists are coming they are behaving like this. Selfish people though I am not saying this to all... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">No doubt, scenario is beautiful but roads are not good. In every 5 minutes, roads are bumping like hell. However, the good part is now I can see the Himalaya. RSS follower says after watching the Himalaya first time – It’s not real, it’s not snow, mountain has been whitewashed in white color that’s why this is looking beautiful. Taxi reaches Gangotri by 5’oclock and I went to hotel, which I have already booked. I searched hotel with the help of locals, put my stuff there, and went to permit office to get permit for Tapovan... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I also met my guide there and went into the office. When I entered, I saw huge pictures of blue sheep, which is, I can say the specialty of the Tapovan. Permit officer is a nice person. He gives me form and asks about my guide because I cannot go without any guide. I introduce my guide to him and then he gave me permission with few important advices…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After finishing this I stroll in the small market of Gangotri. Worship paraphernalia, warm clothes, shoes, and food products are available here but prices!!! Price is what shopkeeper wants to take. They sell 10 rupees Maggi in 40 to 50 rupees. 15 rupees chocolate is around 50-60 rupees. Reason behind this loot is that it becomes very expensive due to transportation. I can understand the logic but cannot believe that it could be that expensive. Anyway strolling through the market, I reach to Gangotri Temple...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Constructed with white tiles Gangotri temple is far away from my imagination. When I reach, only few people were here but slowly devotees are increasing. Arti will start in a while. Main temple has covered with curtain before arti starts. Priest will do the arti in honor of River Bhagirathi. When arti starts, one more priest starts beating drum in rhythmic high volume and other priest holding huge wick lamp in his hand and moving it into circular movement. He is doing this with the drumbeats. All temple campus is echoing with this sound and it was so soothing that I sit peacefully until 45 minutes when arti stop. Now I come to market again and finish dinner for which I paid two times more money… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">River Bhagirathi flowing just next to my hotel with gushing and roaring sound. Flow of the water is amazingly speedy. I spend whole night with this roaring sound…</span><br />
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-55166608732061220142017-04-17T13:45:00.001+05:302017-04-27T14:39:51.335+05:30Fine Winter Morning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-79649250238375693722017-03-25T14:51:00.001+05:302017-03-25T14:51:41.587+05:30Brahmtaal Trek Through my Camera<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I already had many most challenging and adventures experiences in Himalayas, but going into Himalaya again and again is not only challenge or experience or adventure for me. Himalaya is a place where I can unload all my brain-garbage and reconnect with me and my soul...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I suddenly planned Brahmtaal trek and I proud my decision coz the trek was incredibly beautiful, pleasant and relaxing. Later on due to heavy snow fall trek became adventures too...</span></div>
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I was in Mussoorie, my Granny’s town after very long
time. When I reach there it was evening
time and city was crowed for Christmas celebration. When I was child I used to
come here every winter but since last many years I couldn’t come here…<o:p></o:p></div>
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My memories are stuck with my childhood days so I was still
imagining something like that but when I first entered into city I was so
amused. I kept calling to myself <i>– this is not my childhood Mussoorie. This
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Crossing a long haphazard colony when I reach to market
place, I was again amused. Nothing is there which I could recognize. Everything is new, every construction is new.
That old Charm of Mussoorie has been lost somewhere in the storm of development.
Only few names are there which I am recognizing like Kulari Bazar, Landhor Bazar,
Library, Kingrat Bus Station and only few old structures are there which are
reminding me of old Mussoorie…<o:p></o:p></div>
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In my childhood I used to come to the market with my grand
pa and he took me to the Paan (betel) shop from where he brought me a meeta
paan (sweet betel) in every visit. But unfortunately no shop was there or maybe
I could not recognize. I also used to go to deer park in mussoorie where we
played with deers and my grand pa told me how to make friends with them. But
now nobody could tell me anything about that deer park…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got few things from there for me like hand-made leather
shoes. When I ask to cobbler – once upon, few Chinese cobblers are also here –
he said all are gone coz no business now. I am also thinking to close the shop.
I got one coat and Ruskin Bond’s written story book too. Ruskin come to the
shop every Saturday to the shop but this Saturday he is not able to come due to
bad health. I wish he will get well soon
and next time I will surly meet him…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jharipani road was muddy root but now its highway road and
completely developed with lots of resorts and hotels. Even Barlowganj, where I
am staying now, was jungle that time but it’s a complete town now…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything has been changed only few black & white memory
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I turned back with
heavy heart. When I was returning sun was going down and this is the only thing
which is still not changed… <o:p></o:p></div>
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-65412375440196597252016-12-12T13:49:00.003+05:302016-12-12T13:49:54.602+05:30Nainital Biscope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Band Stand Nainital is a Historical /monument of Nainital, made by Jim Corbett in 1935. For this Jim Corbett him self donated 7000/- Rupees. In summer Army play Band in it also but from long time it has been closed...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This Historical monument faced many changes in this period...</span></div>
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mass Hindu pilgrimage of faith in which Hindus gather to bathe
in a sacred and holy river Ganga. Kumbh Mela held in every 12 years at
Haridwar, Allahabad, Nashik, Ujjain. Maha Kumbha Mela is an auspicious occasion
in Hindu mythology which happens after 144 years. I wanted to be a part of the
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across with lots of hermits who are staying in a tent colony. Every tent or AKHADA belongs to the different
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moving in decorated horse cart from one place to another place and some of them
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body badly. Some are standing in one leg and some are standing in two legs in a
same position from years. Some were not
speaking anything, some are Naga (naked) Sadhus, who don’t believe in wearing
any kind of cloths on their body, Some are smoking marijuana and so many else…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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hermits were showing their presence in first time. Before that they were not
allowed to participate in such occasions…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in the bazaar of Almora is always a great fun for me. Approximately
1.5 to 2 kms long lane bazaar was once known to have stone slates on the path
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wonderful old
wood carved houses all along the pathway, with shops on the ground floor and
houses on the 1st floor... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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replaced with concrete stuffs but some older houses still exist, to show off
the amazing wood craft work...</span></span></div>
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-75319749313879819452016-11-14T13:45:00.000+05:302016-11-15T15:13:31.667+05:30Rs 500 & Rs 1000 Currency Ban Change Many Life <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was watching television, suddenly news flashed Prime Minister Narendra Modi will address nation at 8 pm. on 8th November 2016. This was of course big news so news channel started their analysis and what they analyzed was Prime Minister could announce war against Pakistan. What ??? War??? How can it possible??? There is no scene of war I murmured into my mouth. Anyway I wait for the 8 pm and listened speech of Prime Minister. When speech starts it was sounds like Man Ki Baat rather than WAR AGAINST PAKISTAAN...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Between his speech, Prime Minister takes a long pause and announced - today by midnight all 500 and 1000 rupees notes will be ban by the government to control Black money, Fake currency and corruption. Prime Minister assured everybody who has legal money, no need to get scared. Bank will change old currency with new currency...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was happy indeed coz I too one of them who wants to control in corruption. I slept happily after listen news. Next morning, when I saw how innocent and commoners are suffering by this decision I realize this is not so easy. People who are traveling from one place to another, especially for medical emergency, had no small currency and India is still not that technical that everyone could use technical medium of payments...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In market, I met my uncle he was going to bank. My uncle told me his wife gave him 27 thousand rupees to deposit in bank. With lots of complaints he tells me - she hide this to me. Never tell me anything about this money and now when she scared with waste of money, came to me and says please deposit this money too. With tons of nagging and complains he off to bank...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But left me with few memories and thoughts. My uncle was nagging coz auntie didn’t tell him about her secret money…</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My mummy was also one of them who saved money secretly. I was the only person who knew about her secret. She always spent this secret money to my and my brothers studies…</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My mummy or auntie is not only women in India who save money secretly for bad time or for an emergency. In every house of India or may be all over world, women save money secretly for emergency time. When Prime Minister announced this decision, many women shared this secret to her family members and all treated her as a criminal but they don’t realize she is not saving money for herself for her own entertainment...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">May be decision is good for country and I also hope that decision should be good for the country but many emotional wires has been cut for sure...</span></span></div>
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Vineeta Yashsavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478215978379907361noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173138363152114831.post-52415948746609077042016-11-07T13:28:00.001+05:302016-11-07T13:36:11.399+05:30Beautiful day Trek in Nainital<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">As I set on old wooden bench,
pair of eyes stairs me from inside the house. I think he is astonished to see
me alone in this wilderness. He is still engaged scrutinizing me but I am badly
drained that just want to rest for a while so fixed my eyes to see the pristine
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kilometers in 4 hours and now reached here. Though in morning I came for
morning walk but instead of walk I went for a small trek to Cheena Peak, near
to Nainital, coz warm winter morning was bright beautiful and cozy...</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">After an hour walking I find
myself in a snow View amid of blue painted tea shops, red plastic chairs
exciting outside. Where I was the only patron. Huge Himalaya range could be
seen from here but didn’t want to see so took a sip of tea and asked to
shopkeeper about crowd. He said -<i>no one
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with morning sun light. After crossing motor road I turn to the walkway upward.
Road covered with jungle both side and mild sun rays reaching through the dense
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">Man comes out for quarry- <i>who are you ? Why you come here?</i> I move
my eyes from Himalaya and settle on him. He is wearing mustard color sweater
and grey pant. No idea about his age. Could be 30...40...50 any<i>. I come for trek</i> - I replied. He seems
confused and said <i>- now no one come here
for trek. You are the only person whom I am seeing here after so long.</i> He sits
in front of me and says <i>- when I saw you
first I thought you are a forest officer and come here to inspection...</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">Then I came to know it’s a
forest log hut and the man is worker of forest department. After this
conversation I went to see the other side where a small Cheena Baba temple is popping
out amid of forest. When I back man shows me British time iron map attached on
stone pillar. This map shows the name of Himalaya range. Man says point out to
the bench I was sitting <i>- this is too an
oldest British time bench but still in a good condition…</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">He tells me - <i>I works alone nobody comes here. In long
holidays I went to my village otherwise I stay here only.</i> He continues - <i>after so long I am talking with someone</i>.
I can feel the happiness in his voice and shine in his eyes...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">He ask me for tea and went
inside I follows him too. Sooty pan were on the earthen hearth and water is
boiling in it. He offers me tea which is treat for me…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">It’s time to turn but guard
tells me another way to get back. When I follow this route I saw a different
angle of Naini Lake and Nainital city. I spend some time sit alone and feel
like a bird coz city and lake is below me. View is spectacular weather is
amazing...</span></div>
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small village I back to city from deep silent to honking noise...</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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motif was one of the most fascinating work and my elder brother had expertise
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After one hour I saw an old lady. I ask her
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She says <i>– few people are also there but
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<i>Why they all migrated to the plain ? Can’t they get a better life here
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day. Wild animal like monkeys, langoors, wild boars and porcupines destroy agriculture
badly and we cannot do anything against them.
Leopards are another problem. No one knows when they will attack. As sun
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