History has the proofs. Mysteries have always been a part of my wanderings. From the starting times wen I learnt to step my feet to this, I have collected many stories treasured along with my wander lust.
I have enjoyed almost all possible modes of travel- road, air, water...
And so is the diversification of my experiences ;)
Early 1990's. A bus ride. From amritsar to chandigarh. There came a halt for lunch. While my family was having lunch at the bus stop, I escaped quietly. I went in some other bus which left the stop after I stepped in. My parents were searching for me at the bus stop as soon as they realized my absence. The bus passengers noticed a child crying and no one to claim tht child. After moving on just a few meters, the bus driver stopped when the passengers told him about me. I was fortunate enough on that day to be granted with the grace to return to my parents. The newly added feature of walking at that time could have taken me to anywhere. This thought scares me off. But it was funny.. :)
Never mind. I was back in safe hands.
And so continued my wanderings and as the associated mysteries.
On a trip from Chandigarh to Chennai via Delhi, we (group of 5 stupid PEC students) reached the Delhi station 3 hours before the scheduled time of our train to Chennai. The tragedy is very interesting indeed. Being before time, being at the station itself, we missed our train. "How' is a good question here. Well this none of us can explain till date. Haha. We assumed that the train will get late as all other trains were behind their respective schedules. So we didn't bother to inquire the timings of our train.
But by any means we had to reach Chennai. That day for the first time I saw bribery from so close. Had to give some extra money to the station master to get hold of the tickets of next train. When I think of this story now I cant stop laughing. But that day it was amongst the worst feelings I have ever had :P
Late night in a city like Delhi, no where to go, in the chiling winters of January, and when my parents were calling me if he train has started moving or not...
I had to lie to my father tht train is late, this was just to avoid him taking tensions :)
And today he is a proud father n tells this story to people to show i can handle situations independently without bothering my parents.. B)
Another fun-filled (actually stupidity-filled) day was when I was coming back from Noida to Chandigarh with another innocent PEC friend. Took an auto to reach the Delhi bus terminal. And on the way we decided to go to the railway station as train would take us lesser time. On the road dividing into two ways, one to bus stand and the other one to railway station we asked auto vala uncle to stop. Called my papa to check the availability of tickets for Jan Shatabdi on net so that we could finalize our mode of transport.
Auto uncle shouting for the wait. Confusions and tensions rising. Amidst all this somehow by next taking a rickshaw we reached the station. Now a long queue to get the ticket. Both of us got in to separate lines to try our luck. Finally we have the tickets of some local train to chandigarh. Next target was to find the train on 10th platform. Train.. uffff... in such a bad condition.. unexplainable :P
now we realized the meaning of “Local train”. And the worst part was now we realized that we were at OLD DELHI RAILWAY STATION when we assumed we were at NEW DELHI RAILWAY STATION. Heights.. :D
Disheartened both of us went to bus stand at the end and wasted the half day leave we took to reach home early.
Not all train trips have sour memories. One to Mumbai was a memorable one, with 5 of my cousins. Playing antakshri at 11 pm. And then an elderly person came to us to stop the nuisance and lectured us how we are supposed to behave while travelling in AC compartments :P
I remember this trip also for the heavy rains we enjoyed in Mumbai.
For steering the vessel in Arabian sea myself at the Mumbai High Port. For the fun at the water-kingdom. For the days we spent in clouds while our stay in Sahara City, Lonavla and Khandala. The pretty scenic views on the way to Nasik and Shirdi. Hmmm.. :)
I have been to India's heaven. Kashmir. Here also, as expected, the arcane followed.
While we were capturing the beauty of Sonmarg, and planning to visit Gulmarg next morning, we got the news of riots burning up in Srinagar. Our one week long tour had to cut down to just 3 days. Immediately left for Srinagar Airport, witnessed fire on the roads, police all around, horrifying experience. Next, on the spot ticket to Chandigarh was not available. We took a flight to Jammu. This was just a 25 mins flight. As it took off, we had a sigh of relief that finally we were safely out of Srinagar. But it was still not all. The landing of flight at jammu airport still had to give us another alarming instinct. Due to bad weather, run way was not much visible. Flight somehow landed and the bumpy and growly landing.. I still remember when I clutched to papa's arms in the fear of assuming it was an end. Haha.
Its like a power that I have to attract problems. Lol.
Where ever I go, it follows. :P
But then i guess... It only adds fun and reasons to remember all my trips.. :)
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Harsh! Yet …… the truth
Speak up; you will have to end up inaudible. Stand out; eventually you will be made to sit aside. Stand up and speak out, you will be ASSASSINATED.
Harsh! Yet …… the truth.
The truth in which the today’s world is drenched up: the truth which has become the reason for losing eccentricity of the humankind.
Here in the following few lines you will not get to read about few brave women or about the works done by them or how they struggled through their life but the motive is to make you know an up surging question with the reference of some famous people.
Writing for common people and speaking in front of them are amongst the often used ways to make people encounter the blackened truth of our makeup. Every constitution says you have freedom to express whatever you feel. But now the reality is not far from our catch. People know that there will always be some dormant or dynamic links trying to make halts over trials of putting across what you want, even if you speak in an attempt to lead the society towards a constructive edge.
People nagging in the name of religion, be it the common people or be it the terrorists backed Islamic extremists, while in the air of politics are the links which overpowered the people concerned in this write up.
The worlds watched it all, the revolts and the killing; or to be brief, the cruel reality surmounting over these people. Taslima Nasreen, a writer, presented in her novel all she observed and knew about Muslim culture, and what she wanted the world to know as well. She talked of Muslim traditions and their impacts, in order to create awareness in society. Benazir Bhutto, former Pakistan prime minister and a prominent politician, had a strong determination to reinforce democracy in her country, in unison with fighting against terrorism. Brutality had such soaring impacts that the writer was kicked out of her country for the reason that people believed that she had hurt their religious sentiments. And for the other, who tried to stand against the winds, bullets were fired over her in public from a distance, merely of a few meters.
M F Hussain, our very own Indian personality decided to quit his Indian nationality for the disrespect of his work shown by people. Not even the government could come to the rescue.
Whatever the writer wrote or the painter drew or the politician said, had their thoughts and observations; right or wrong, no one has any right to credit that. By imposing ban on her novel and ultimately a BAN on HER was no justice. If the readers felt the novel was out of their acceptance, they could have simply ignored its presence or could have revolted in the same way as she presented her thoughts, by writing. Protesting and exploiting her freedom for using her right, was an inhuman act. Well, to talk of inhuman acts, KILLING a person is the most dreadful one. The mastermind of the layout and the way of assassination of Benazir Bhutto might be unknown till now, some nasty things might remain in the woodsheds; but the upshot is evident, she died in the want of changing the conventions. She wanted an end of dictatorship and her country to be free from terrorism.
Life took wrong turns but not the unexpected ones. They had some idea of what destiny might have for them before all this came to pass in reality. Nevertheless, they kept fighting and never took any reverse tread. These three were no less than any revolutionists for the world as they wanted amendments in the society. If given a chance, they could have done a lot in their ways to enlighten people. Alas!! They were not allowed to…
If every moment of such leaders is so uncertain, we will soon start losing all our revolutionists. Now what makes the question is; after watching such alarming ends of eminent personalities do we still have people who will dare to take up the lead to change the persisting system?? And even if we have select few, are people willing to “Respect” them??
Public mistrust is on such heights that taking new steps is rather more followed question over supporting those who take initiatives.
History has proofs for this, Darwin, Galileo got the punishments for bringing in changes.. and so will this continue forever...
If the dis-respect continues to be on the rising end, the day is not far when we will acclimatize ourselves to swallow evil deeds of others, without raising our voices against them. We will remain quite after watching things going wrong. We will be frightened of fighting for our rights.
Their tryst with destiny left many questions unanswered..
Harsh! Yet …… the truth.
The truth in which the today’s world is drenched up: the truth which has become the reason for losing eccentricity of the humankind.
Here in the following few lines you will not get to read about few brave women or about the works done by them or how they struggled through their life but the motive is to make you know an up surging question with the reference of some famous people.
Writing for common people and speaking in front of them are amongst the often used ways to make people encounter the blackened truth of our makeup. Every constitution says you have freedom to express whatever you feel. But now the reality is not far from our catch. People know that there will always be some dormant or dynamic links trying to make halts over trials of putting across what you want, even if you speak in an attempt to lead the society towards a constructive edge.
People nagging in the name of religion, be it the common people or be it the terrorists backed Islamic extremists, while in the air of politics are the links which overpowered the people concerned in this write up.
The worlds watched it all, the revolts and the killing; or to be brief, the cruel reality surmounting over these people. Taslima Nasreen, a writer, presented in her novel all she observed and knew about Muslim culture, and what she wanted the world to know as well. She talked of Muslim traditions and their impacts, in order to create awareness in society. Benazir Bhutto, former Pakistan prime minister and a prominent politician, had a strong determination to reinforce democracy in her country, in unison with fighting against terrorism. Brutality had such soaring impacts that the writer was kicked out of her country for the reason that people believed that she had hurt their religious sentiments. And for the other, who tried to stand against the winds, bullets were fired over her in public from a distance, merely of a few meters.
M F Hussain, our very own Indian personality decided to quit his Indian nationality for the disrespect of his work shown by people. Not even the government could come to the rescue.
Whatever the writer wrote or the painter drew or the politician said, had their thoughts and observations; right or wrong, no one has any right to credit that. By imposing ban on her novel and ultimately a BAN on HER was no justice. If the readers felt the novel was out of their acceptance, they could have simply ignored its presence or could have revolted in the same way as she presented her thoughts, by writing. Protesting and exploiting her freedom for using her right, was an inhuman act. Well, to talk of inhuman acts, KILLING a person is the most dreadful one. The mastermind of the layout and the way of assassination of Benazir Bhutto might be unknown till now, some nasty things might remain in the woodsheds; but the upshot is evident, she died in the want of changing the conventions. She wanted an end of dictatorship and her country to be free from terrorism.
Life took wrong turns but not the unexpected ones. They had some idea of what destiny might have for them before all this came to pass in reality. Nevertheless, they kept fighting and never took any reverse tread. These three were no less than any revolutionists for the world as they wanted amendments in the society. If given a chance, they could have done a lot in their ways to enlighten people. Alas!! They were not allowed to…
If every moment of such leaders is so uncertain, we will soon start losing all our revolutionists. Now what makes the question is; after watching such alarming ends of eminent personalities do we still have people who will dare to take up the lead to change the persisting system?? And even if we have select few, are people willing to “Respect” them??
Public mistrust is on such heights that taking new steps is rather more followed question over supporting those who take initiatives.
History has proofs for this, Darwin, Galileo got the punishments for bringing in changes.. and so will this continue forever...
If the dis-respect continues to be on the rising end, the day is not far when we will acclimatize ourselves to swallow evil deeds of others, without raising our voices against them. We will remain quite after watching things going wrong. We will be frightened of fighting for our rights.
Their tryst with destiny left many questions unanswered..
Your Achilles’ heel
Treated me as a toddler,
And soon with her love n dignity made me apt for swift playings…
Being rebuked once,
I lost my faith, but her smile set aside my failings…
She happened to be my sweet chum,
For eternity helped me out off this world’s unfair sayings…
She kept wheezing throughout,
Bar this Achilles' heel of hers’ never trounced our game into strayings…
But not a soul could battle that fury of nature,
And on that nightmarishly scary 29th, we lost someone so caring,
This verity, that we are now not proficient to take note of her valuable scolding,
that this is an end of her sagacious of our burgeoning,
has now, for all her disciples, turned out to be our slaying…
She promised me extravagant care all the way through,
But I guess, this all was just amongst her expert lyings…
Unperturbedly, I know, this wasn’t a lie…
I’ll always stay clutched to your blessings…
You are always here to steer my each stroke…
With your yet caring hands shoring me up,
Yes, I know u r still here for me…
I can wisdom your presence…
Will never let u down…
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