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Sanjay Van - A Jungle in the City

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The tranquillity flows from nowhere and gradually engulfs me, in its many fangled self... catching me unaware. All of a sudden, everything goes quiet... just some birds chirping in the distance, their twitter hanging in the bushes. The labyrinthine trails at my feet are meandering deep into the woods. A few steps further in and I am lost. I am in Sanjay Van, in around 626 hectares of forest that forms the densest part of Delhi's ridge area. Extending from Qutub Institutional Area to Aruna Asaf Ali Marg in south west Delhi, Sanjay Van is a part of the Kishangarh forest, a crucial green zone in the city. Not many have heard of this retreat and more often than not, the mention of this place brings an obvious and oft heard query, ‘Sanjay Van? But where is this place? Is it really a van…as in a jungle?’

This retreat indeed is a jungle, but without the regular trappings or fixings that the ‘jungle’ word entails. There’s no tiger here, no deadly beast, no nothing. Just some overly shy peacocks – who at the sound of the slightest footsteps, nonchalantly glide to take refuge behind the thickets. Then there are foxes and jackals too, and some bored neelgais. But the main draw, of course, is the abundance of peace and tranquillity.

Traversing on the jungle’s numerous branching pathways; I come across many a diverging trail, wondering which one to take. I move on straight ahead, taking in the sundry sights, marvelling at the snake pits, the smell of dense wild bushes and shrubs, at the same time taking in the echo of my footfall – sounding somewhat eerie and strange crushing against the dry leaves on the pebbled pathways. The huge expanse of dense bushes, the many trees and seemingly never ending winding dirt trails strike a chord with the naturalist in me and lighten up my senses. The whole feel of the place seems surprisingly unreal, more so, because I know I am in the middle of a busy city with its bustling life, its skyscrapers and its mad chaotic traffic.

I tread on, side stepping the many colonies of black ants, quietude piquing my curiosity and pulling me further in. Passers-by here are few and far between – just some women from the nearby villages, collecting dry wood from the jungle, and some occasional afternoon strollers, out for their post lunch walk.

Walking further down the trail, I come to some neglected ruins, which look like the peripheral wall of some old monument. Not much has been documented about this austere structure, but the view from atop here is awe inspiring – an almost surreal vista of south Delhi landscape, with its overgrown stretch of wild shrubs and bushes, lush green trees spread across many hectares and then sprawling buildings in the distance.

In time, I start retracing my steps, just as the sun begins to go down in the western horizon. The twitter of the birds is faint now…the trails too seem to be settling down for the night, trying to hide themselves in the dark. I walk out, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, promising myself to come back again some other day…come back to take my fill of the peace and solitude, which Sanjay van offers so in abundance.


Curious Case of a Ghost Town

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‘God, I am no Harry Potter! Better get out of here in time!’ I murmur out aloud. Loud enough for the pigeon sitting on the far end of the stony arch to flap its wings and acknowledge this fact with a wild flutter. ‘Damn, even he knows this!’ I murmur again, and hurry out of the broad archway taking frantic steps, suddenly realising that everything around me is not so bright anymore.
The sun is now hiding behind the palace walls, readying to sink down the grounds. Soon it would be dark, and there are warnings that this place is forbidden territory after sunset. I am standing amidst the colossal ruins of Bhangarh, the deserted ghost town at the edge of Sariska Tiger Sanctuary in Rajasthan. Since I am no Harry Potter, so naturally I have no magic wand to ward off ghosts of the dead, no Hermione to come up with instant life saving spells and of course no Ron to give moral support when faced with the forces of the evil. Standing here, all alone on the grounds acknowledged as one of the most haunted around the country, I am more than a little nervous. The adventures of Harry Potter seem distant and unreal now. Only thing real is the dreadful remnant of a once bustling town, now haunted by its past.

Bird's eye view of the ruins

A few hours ago, when the sun was moving high in the sky, I had stood here, taking in the panoramic view of the ruins, marvelling at the gothic expanse of stone structures around me. The crumbling walls and pavilions standing against the rocky Aravalli hills seemed to tell tales about the town’s tryst with all things living. The elaborate ruins spoke of the grandeur of the town – temples dedicated to various gods and goddesses, a main road flanked by bazaars on both the sides, leading to the havelis, and then further up to the grand palace, at the far end of the town complex.However, what stands now are just crumbling remains of a once beautifully laid out town.

Gopinath Temple

Beautifully laid out it was. There’s ample proof of it all around the vast expanse of Bhangarh. This ancient town was founded in the later half of the 16th century by Raja Bhagwant Das, as the residence of his second son Madho Singh. Madho Singh was the younger brother of Man Singh I of Amber, who was a general at Emperor Akbar’s court and was also one of the navratnas, the nine gems of the royal court. Coming back to the Bhangarh, protected by three successive fortifications, the town grounds boasted of a grand palace, elaborate living quarters and intricately carved temples, of which the Gopinath temple and Someshwar temple are fine examples of the Nagara style of architecture prevalent in those times. There were grand havelis, colourful and well planned bazaars, and yes, a grand palace for the prostitutes too, built for the courtesans who entertained the rulers. But all that is gone. Among the many structures, only the temples have somewhat withstood the assault of time and nature, though almost all of them stand idol less now.
So what wrecked havoc on this once alive town? What caused the exodus of all things bright and living? How the town came to be destroyed and abandoned? What caused the demise of this once flourishing town of 10,000 homes?  There are questions and then there are some more.

Singhia Sevra's chhatri on the hilltop

The local lore abounds in legends and spooky stories associated with this ruined town complex, stories relating to how the town came to be destroyed.  A popular legend puts the blame of the catastrophe the town incurred on a deadly tantric battle fought between the beautiful Princess Ratnavati, the ruler of Bhangarh and the wicked sorcerer Singhia Sevra. Besotted by the princess’ beauty, the sorcerer tried to cast a magic spell to win her over.  But his plans were foiled by the princess who herself was adept in the magic arts. In the final battle of wizardry wits, evil Singhia was fatally wounded, and dying, cursed the town and its people with eternal doom. As a result of the curse, the town was destroyed and abandoned overnight.

Ruins of the Palace of Prostitutes

Another legend tells about the doomsday prophecy of an ascetic, Guru Balunath. Guru Balunath, who lived in this region, had sanctioned the settlement of Bhangarh, but had forewarned the rulers of dire consequences if his secret abode was infringed upon. The rulers were to keep in reign their construction plans, so that the bigger expansions did not overshadow Guru Balunath’s retreat. However, unmindful of such forebodings, one of the descendants of the ruling dynasty expanded his palace to such heights that its shadows reached Guru Balunath’s secret retreat. So as prophesied the town was wiped out overnight, never to be inhabited again.
Whatever the reason behind the destruction, the town never recovered from it. Even today, no one ventures around its ruins in the dark, and the many stories of the dead haunting the fort complex and holding court under the giant banyan tree keep the villagers away. They say they don’t want to be here after the sun goes down. So much so, that the tales of paranormal activities, keep many a faint hearted away during the day too. Such was the intensity of the fury unleashed on the town that fear still looms large in the minds of the locals.
And now, as the sun bids farewell to this part of the world, and darkness closes in, Archaeological Survey of India’s warning flashes before my eyes: ‘Entering the borders of Bhangarh before sunrise and after sunset is strictly prohibited.’ There are other flashes too – images of a bustling town devastated by a raging tempest. Beautiful maiden adept at black magic, lustful wizard’s evil curse, or over ambitious expansion plans, whatever the cause, Bhangarh today is a town lost in time, a town that now stands abandoned – desolate and forsaken, except for its monkeys and pigeons. And of course its resident ghosts.

For the Feathered Friends

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The intensive care ward stands in perfect silence, except for the occasional cooing of a patient. Compounder Rameshwar Yadav is busy with his daily chore – head bent at work, he goes from patient to patient administering them their daily dose of food, medicines and vitamins. On the other side of the intensive care ward is the general ward, which too is quiet, but for the twitter of recuperating inmate.
Cooing of patients? Twitter of recuperating inmates? This hospital seems unusual, you will have doubts. Well, your doubts are well founded, since we actually are in an unusual hospital, Charity Birds Hospital, standing right across the Red Fort in Delhi, built and run for some unusual patients – the birds, more specifically, the pigeons and the parrots.
No big deal, you would say. And why not. After all in a world concerned about dwindling number of tigers, who has the time or the energy or the inclination to worry about the commonplace and ubiquitous pigeons and parrots and sparrows. But here, in this modest hospital, are a few people whose lives run parallel with those of the pigeons and the other household birds which they take care of.  And this is what leaves one fascinated. In a world obsessed with 5 seconds of fame, here is a group that goes about treating and taking care of birds with same selfless and meticulous care that they would give to humans.
A patient being operated
There are the regular attendants – Madan, Udaywaan, Jai Lal, Prakash and Rajendra Nishaad – who work in all earnestness and look after the ailing birds’ daily needs. Then there’s the highly experienced Veterinary Assistant Vinod Kumar, who knows his patients so well that from amongst the hundreds of pigeons that hover over the hospital building, he can tell apart those that have been treated at the hospital and for also what particular problem. The hospital staffs carries out its medical duties under the guidance of Dr. Ashish Singh. While Dr. Singh overseas the medical section, the overall administration of the hospital is looked after by the supervisors, Mr. Ram Krishna Sharma and Mr Prem Narayan Gupta.
Run wholly on charity, this unique hospital had a very humble start. It was founded in 1929, under the patronage of a few Jain believers, in a single room in Chandni Chowk’s Kinaari Bazaar area. And it was the generous donations from the people of all castes and walk of life that helped it to grow from a small one room unit to a fully functional avian hospital. Lord Mahavira’s message of ‘live and let live’ and commitment towards enabling the freedom of all living things, no matter how small or insignificant, were the guiding force behind this noble initiative.  
 Whether injured by a whirling ceiling fan or by a speeding vehicle, hurt by razor edged kite threads or by the sharp claws of a predator, every single bird that is admitted here is treated with utmost care and kindness. On an average almost 30 to 40 birds arrive here every day - sometimes carried in plastic bags or gingerly held in hands. Many a times, the birds are deposited in a special collection box placed right outside the building. In summers many birds are brought here suffering from dehydration and in winters ailing from pneumonia. They seek remedy for everything – from paralysis and pigeon pox to common cold, and this is what keeps the hospital almost full to capacity all the year round. However, in keeping with Jainism’s central tenet of aversion to killing, the hospital has reservations about admitting carnivorous birds. In very rare and special cases, the predatory birds like eagle, hawk are falcons are taken in. In such cases, these birds are housed in separate enclosures and are fed the same vegetarian diet of vegetables, fruits and cheese, which is given to the other resident birds.

The efficiency and dedication with which this hospital functions leaves one amazed. There are well defined areas not just for the serious patients and those which are recuperating, but also for further research on the birds’ many illnesses. In the research laboratory, besides research on birds’ diseases, medical record of the birds and their recovery progress is also maintained. In the both the wards, small cages line one side of the wall whereas large cages enclosures cover the other side. The birds are first held in the intensive care unit and are eventually transferred to the general wards, where they regain their wings.

Once the birds recover, a section of the roof is opened from where they fly off. While silence reigns inside the hospital building, its terrace is a witness to a maddening frenzy, since many of the birds treated here hover over, preferring to live around the place which bestowed such mercy and compassion on them. Here they are all around, flying overhead, sitting on specially erected stands, sitting on quaint little bird fountains and the many railings, and yes, bent over the many huge bowls of grains and water. And somehow they all look quite at home here.
As one leaves this hospital building, the beautiful mural on one of the wall seems to reinforce the display of selfless service and compassion one had just witnessed inside. The mural shows Guru Nanak Dev preaching the lesson of love for all living things. The artwork reads: Ramji ki chidiya, Ramji ke khet, chidiyaaon khao bhar bhar pet. Yes, point taken.

Hogwarts in Lansdowne

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This picture was taken while wandering along the meandering rain swept roads of Lansdowne in Uttarakhand. The year is 2011. The month, August. With monsoon in all its glory, every little corner of this sleepy little hill town had turned into a nature lover’s paradise.
Every time I look at this picture, the magical world of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter series comes alive in front of my eyes. The many shades of gray and green, the creepers hugging the trees, the mist wafting through the trees, and the stillness – it is all so mysterious and ethereal. And to top it all, I always sense a presence in this image – perhaps Dobby, the house elf is hiding behind one of those dark trees, mischievously thinking of some trick to lure me. Or maybe he’s just hiding there, trying to make up his mind about the curious visitor’s motive.

Dobby, if it is so, please come out and reveal yourself. I am good. Perhaps not as good as Harry and his friends, but not as bad as the Malfoys either. Come.

A Duck Tale from Lansdowne

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In the misty mountains of Lansdowne, there lived in a serene lake, a quacky family of 3 little ducks.


Their friendly neighbour Mrs. & Mr. White Duck visited often, and together they all went frolicking around the lake, going all quack quack.


One day, White Duck Junior too obediently  followed his parents around, though shyly ducking all the questions about his new girlfriend, the little Birdie.



The little Birdie lived in a beautiful house, nestled on a sprawling tree, not too far from the serene lake.


Soon after, the duck fraternity approved of White Duck Junior & Little Birdie's match, and one day at quack of dawn, they came up this church and had a quick little wedding and lived happily ever after.

Exploring Stepwells in Delhi - Tour 1

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Agrasen Ki Baoli in the middle of New Delhi.

The old juxtaposed against the new.
That's Connaught Place in the background.

For the uninitiated, Baoli is Stepwell, a sort of water reservoir.

Although there are no known historical records to prove who built Agrasen ki Baoli, it is believed that it was originally built by the legendary king Agrasen during the Mahabharat epic era and rebuilt in the 14th century by the Agrawal community which traces its origin to Maharaja Agrasen.

Almost near the bottom of the well.

Let's do a headcount please.

The lone ranger

Dimensions and other details

A Little Detour and Lots of Fun : One Memorable Trip

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I love travelling, for it means freedom from the mundane, freedom from routine, freedom from seeing the same grumpy faces in office. Besides this, I love the outdoors - the mysterious mountains, quaint towns, sleepy hamlets - I find it all very intriguing. While travelling, exploring new places, and indulging in interesting and intriguing trivia, and observing people and their culture also interests me a lot. 

This is an account of a family trip, where more people join in, causing at first, chaos and confusion, but subsequently, becoming an integral part of the first family, turning the trip into a memorable one.

It was supposed to be a family road trip across Rajasthan – exploring the 'Land of Kings' with its many forts, sand dunes, lakes, Kalbelia dancers and lots more. The itinerary included Jaipur, Udaipur and Jaisalmer, and may be later Chittorgarh too, if time permitted. But then the extended family (read relatives) joined in and as happens with most plans right before you are about to take the car out of the driveway, a slight ‘change in plan’ was suggested. A little detour to first pay respect at the Ajmer Sharif Dargah and from there heading on to check out the other above mentioned attractions of the land of colours.


Rajasthan welcomes us

So with a slight aberration to the initial plans, we set out, to pin down Rajasthan on our respective travel maps! We all are bundled into identical cars of similar make and the standing instructions both the car drivers give each other read – follow the car! So here we are, on a state highway, with each car taking turns in leading the way. All is well, the landscape is beautiful,the breezing blowing fine and the passengers in a pepped up mood, when suddenly somebody comes out of the reverie to discover that for the last 15 minutes we have been following the wrong car.

(Blindly) follow the car!

Frantic calls are made and turns out we missed our fellow travellers on the last complicated roundabout. Wow, this is fun! So we spend the next half an hour trying to locate each other and after some hassle the cars are reunited. We all come out of our cars, asking after each other’s well-being, floating theories about how the lost-on-road fiasco came about. Everyone sounds relieved that things did not go much out of hand. So now that all is well, then tea is in order - to celebrate the reunion!

By the time, we are done with tea, the bonding with the extended family is getting cozier. As we get back on the road, the passengers are exchanged and so now there is a mix of both the families in the two cars. A few kilometres down the highway, we chance upon an abandoned water tank, and this is the last straw – to drop our inhibitions and head out to explore the unexplored!


And up we all go!
The daredevils decide to go further up!
Once we are done with conquering this dangerous building we hang around the road, taking in the scenery, capturing the women folk going about their daily chores.


The long road ahead
Village belles out and about

And guess what, another adventure comes knocking as we spot a camel resting near a cotton farm on the other side of the road! More photo ops follow - anything for posterity – a field with ready cotton crop, and a camel resting under a tree, for real!


Chit chat with the camel
Ready Cotton crop
The road trip resumes, and by now, the ‘extended family’ is part of the family – joking, poking and laughing together! We stop again at a dhaba to gorge on delicious dal baati churma and fresh lassi. And then more tea and bonding follows. The young and old are busy tricking each other or plotting pranks after pranks. We reach Ajmer around 6 in the evening and after a relaxing visit to the dargah, hit the streets for some fun – and this is what follows, a rickshaw ride!


Rocking rickshaw ride


Amateur rickshaw-wallah!

Around midnight we are back in our hotel to bring the roof down with loud and boisterous games – dumb charades and antakshri (what else). The role play keeps everyone in splits!

After seemingly endless rounds at trying to figure out the films and songs, we call it a day – to gear up for the next leg of the trip, a trip which was full of fun, frolic and family bonding, and this is what makes it memorable for me and will always remain etched in my memory.

Day 2 was hilarious! Details in the next post! Here's a sneak peek.  :)


Day 2 highlights!
P.S. For this summer, there’s another ‘family trip’ on the cards – a road trip across Ladakh (the route intricacies are being worked on). But considering the track record, I have a feeling we will end up in Manali instead. Haha. And maybe then I will write about this trip too!

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And The Buffoonery Continues...

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The madcap shenanigans of Day 1 of the Rajasthan tour had given us a taste of things to follow. We had made a detour even before starting on the journey, had charted out a new (wayward) route in a jiffy, had followed a wrong car on a state highway, had trekked up a shaky and abandoned water tank and had checked out at leisure a farm with ready cotton crop!


Recap of the madness!

While climbing up the railing-less water tank upped our adventure quotient, on the other side of the road, a camel too stood waiting, all poised to get clicked with us! More fun followed on the streets of Ajmer, which we took to, after paying respect at the Dargah Sharif. This time, our toy joy was the common place rickshaw, which we took turns riding around the streets, all thanks to their amused owners!



And the madness continues

So after bringing the house down with boisterous fun, frolic and adventure on Day 1 of our Rajasthan tour, we welcomed Day 2 with similar zeal - all set to hit the road leading into Jaipur, to feast our senses on all this famed Pink City had to offer. But looked like another ‘slight’ change in plans was in the anvil at the checkout counter as we all trudged out with our luggage! 

‘Sir, we hope you will enjoy the hospitality at our Pushkar hotel too,’ these parting words from the Hotel Manager stopped us all in our tracks.
‘Pushkar? But we are not headed there. Enough of spirituality for all already,’ somebody from our group utters.

‘But sir, it is just half an hour drive from here, and of course you would not want to miss the famous Brahma Temple, considered to be the only temple of Lord Brahma in the world. And you can take a round of the Pushkar Lake as well. It is considered a sacred cleansing ritual.’

Okay, so there went the dart, bang on target.  Whenever and wherever the word ‘ONLY’ or ‘Supposedly Only’ is strategically placed in a sentence about places, it is sure to ring bells in some people’s ears. We had some such people in our group too. So 10 minutes down, we were in our cars heading north westward towards Pushkar.  Was I surprised? You do the math.

Pushkar is around 12 kms from Ajmer, and an uphill winding road leads us to this sleepy little town regarded as one of the five sacred dhams for devout Hindus. Just when the monotony of driving through almost barren hills begins to set in, a beautiful scene presents itself – the hint of which I gave in my last post! 


The solemn troop of langurs!

Yes, this troop of langur monkeys sitting huddled together on the branches of a particularly shady tree, made an incredible sight indeed. For a specie, famous for their ‘monkeying skills’ they had quite a solemn and curious look about them. While this group stuck together, one of them was perched up on a higher branch, probably playing the sentinel, keeping an eye on the surroundings! 


The silent sentinel

By the time, the monkey magic wears off, we are just 10 minutes away from Pushkar town. Just as our car takes to the bridge built leading into Pushkar town, we are flagged down by a young man sitting alone on the bridge railing. Does he need a lift into town? Is a just another hapless hippie asking for some help? Is he just another vagabond who might harm us? Thoughts such as these are expressed aloud inside the cars, but then curiosity gets the better of us and we gingerly come to a halt in the middle of the bridge built on the Pushkar Lake.

Turns out, the young man is a priest in making and on some days dons the cap of a Guide to earn some extra bucks. Oh, what a way to peddle your wares – flagging down unsuspecting travellers on a deserted bridge and then offering to show them around! As always happens, the seniors in the family are taken in by the guileless charms (and dogged pursuit) of the young man, and so now we have a Guide!



And we get a guide, right off the road!

And our Raju Guide starts right away, launching into a seemingly oft repeated story about Pushkar and its religious relevance amongst Hindus. Since his story sounded all gibberish to me I will take to Wikipedia to get a little more insight into Pushkar. The Wikipedia says that according to Hindu theology, the pond at the Katas Raj temple Near choa saidan shah in Chakwal District of Pakistan has a theological association with Lord Shiva; it was formed by the tears of Lord Shiva which he is believed to have shed after the death of his wife, Sati.

The story goes that when Sati died, Lord Shiva cried so much and for so long, that his tears created two holy ponds — one at Pushkar in Ajmer in India and the other at Ketaksha in Pakistan, which literally means raining eyes, in Sanskrit.


Pushkar as seen from the bridge

The Hindu scriptures describe Pushkarit as Tirtha-Raj – the king of pilgrimage sites related to a water-body and relate it to the mythology of the creator-god Brahma, whose most prominent temple stands in Pushkar. The Pushkar Lake finds mention on coins as early as the 4th century BC. 

So suitably intrigued by all the tears that Lord Shiva shed to create the Pushkar Lake, we decide to head back to our cars, with the guide in tow, to get into Pushkar for some touristy dekko, as well spiritual cleansing. But there’s a jaywalker blocking the tiny road!


A jaywalker on the road!

Camels make such a pretty sight! Their demeanour, the almost dance like walk, the hooded indifferent eyes – it’s all quite a sight to behold. Once this casual walker is on his way, we head back to our cars and are on our way into Pushkar.

Pushkar town is serene and chaotic, both at the same time. It sounds paradoxical, but that’s how it is. The tiny inside roads and lanes are cluttered, but as a whole, the place has a quiet sleepy and laidback feel about it. Once in the middle of this little town, our first stop is at the Pushkar Lake.


The legendary Pushkar Lake

While our guide narrates his own gibberish of a story about the Pushkar Lake, Wikipedia has more interesting narratives to offer about the legend behind this lake. It says - according to the Hindu scripture Padma Purana, Brahma saw the demon Vajranabha trying to kill his children and harassing people. He immediately slew the demon with his weapon, the lotus-flower. In this process, the lotus petals fell on the ground at three places, where springs emerged creating three lakes: the Pushkar Lake or Jyeshta Pushkar (greatest or first Pushkar), the Madya Pushkar (middle Pushkar) Lake, and Kanishta Pushkar (lowest or youngest Pushkar) lake. When Brahma came down to the earth, he named the place where the flower ('pushpa') fell from Brahma's hand ('kar') as 'Pushkar'. It is also said that the sacred Sarasvati River emerged at Pushkar as five streams. The three lakes were assigned their presiding deities as the Hindu Trinity Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, respectively.


The Shivlinga in the middle of the lake

So that’s how Pushkar came about - an interesting narrative indeed! After performing relevant religious rituals at the ghats, and absolving ourselves of all our sins, we join the crowd on the streets, making our way to Lord Brahma’s temple, considered the only Brahma temple in the world. But why does Lord Brahma – the creator of this whole universe just have one temple dedicated to his name?


The rush at Lord Brahma Temple

The temple, a little more up close, photography restricted beyond this point

Now the story behind this too is quite intriguing - When Brahma came down to the earth, he named the place where the lotus fell as 'Pushkar'. Brahma then decided to perform a yagna at the place, at the main Pushkar Lake. However, his wife Savitri could not be present at the designated time to perform the essential part of the yagna. Brahma, therefore, married a Gujjar,a dominant agricultural race named Gayatri and completed the yagna with his new consort sitting beside him. However, when Savitri finally arrived at the venue, she found Gayatri sitting next to Brahma in her rightful place. Agitated, she cursed Brahma that he would be worshipped only in Pushkar. As a result of this, yagna performed in the presence of all the gods, it is said that a dip in the lake created at this place is credited with holiness, assuring salvation from all sins. It is now one of the five holiest centres of pilgrimage for Hindus.

So turns out that even the high, highest rather, and the mighty were not spared from the wrath of a woman scorned. This was some punishment for taking a spur of the moment decision of taking a new consort to perform a religious ceremony! Strange are some Gods and stranger are their ways!

Thus musing on Gods and their strange ways, we leave the temple complex, to look around the bylanes of this little town and gorge on some delicious Rajasthani street food. And an hour down the line, we are back on the road, hopefully sticking to the itinerary this time! 


PS - Day 3 finds us in Abhaneri, exploring its famous stepwell! More on that in the next post!

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The Traveller Me - Wandering, Wondering

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Why do I love to travel? Well the first reason would be because it gives me a chance to escape from the four walls that we all sometimes feel trapped inside. Just that I feel trapped more often than just ‘sometimes’. I love travelling for it gives me the freedom to be me. I love climbing up hills and mountains, wandering around trails shadowed by huge pine trees, crossing new streets, meeting new people, eating new food, experiencing new culture – in fact taking in everything that a place has to offer. And waking up as a stranger in a strange town – I absolutely relish that awesome feeling.

If I were to tell you about my favourite trips and travel memories, then this one sided conversation would probably just go on and on. So I will tell you about one of my favourite trips – It was when I went all the way up to Mcleodganj in Himachal Pradesh and stayed there on my own for a couple of months.



The lovely family I lived with!

In Mcleodganj, I lived with a local family who take care of my lodging and boarding, and my days there were spent wandering deep into the mountains exploring the waterfalls and local tribes settled there. I also participated in quite many adventure and volunteering activities there. One volunteering activity that I always cherish would be working at a child care centre looking after Tibetan kids who either had a single parent going to work daily or were parent less. I think this was a great experience, contributing my bit as a traveller.

Here are some pictures from the days spent at Mcleodganj. 


Hanging out with the kids

How you doing little one?

That's the naughtiest one there!

How's this for breakfast?

Serene Buddha at the Dalai Lama Temple

Monks practicing debating religious discourses

The Indrahar Pass beckons

Resting at the Forest House at Triund, high up in the Dhauladhar Range

I believe being a part of the MTV Nano Social Media Drive would be a once-in-a-lifetime kind of experience for me, because not only it will give me a chance to travel around our country for free but also travel with a bunch of people who would be as passionate about travelling as I am!

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Chand Baori - One of India's Deepest and Largest Step Wells

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Step wells are the unique concept of India. These big tanks were used as cool places of resort and water reservoir in parched days. It was a ritual to wash hands and feet before visiting the temple.


Chand Baori in Abhaneri, Rajasthan is one of the oldest Baori in India, built by King Chanda of Nikumbh dynasty who ruled Abhaneri during 8th-9th century AD. The Baori cum Mahal served as the summer reseidence of the Rajas. The water from teh baori helped keep the temperature inside and around pleasant. 


The open platform right in the middle was where the dancers/courtesans performed, while the musicians sat on the slightly elevated spaces on the either side. The Raja and the other dignitaries sat right above facing the performers. There were separate viewing enclosures for the ladies. 
There were 3 secret passage ways inside the Mahal leading to three different safe locations. Times were tough and frequent conflicts and invasions made such arrangements necessary.



The open space right in the middle was where the dancers/courtesans performed, while the musicians sat on the slightly elevated spaces on the either side. The Raja and the other dignitaries sat right above facing the performers. There were separate viewing enclosures on both the sides for the ladies.



The steps were so designed that the families could sit on the steps and enjoy the performances. This might look scary from here, But I went all the way down, and found it all very spacious and well planned.



The baori is said to be around 18-20 feet deep.



There's nothing an extra bit of politeness cannot achieve. The caretakers allowed me to go further down till around the water well. What an experience, to go down there and hear the echoes of my foot steps, the see random bats flying across and feel the stillness of the stagnant water.


Part of the wreck from the Harshat Mata temple adjacent to the baoli. The artifacts from the temple were times and again hidden inside the baoli complex to protect them from the marauding invaders. More on the temple in the next post. :)

Experiencing India on the Road - Nano Drive With MTV Season 2

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In the words of Polish journalist and poet Ryszard Kapuściński, “A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill.” How true, and now when I watch MTV Drive with Nano Season 2 being aired on TV, Kapuściński’s words ring even louder in my ears. It’s like there are two films running parallel – one on the TV screen and one inside me. I was a part of this show in this season, travelling a part of our country I had only distantly thpught about exploring.

It all started with an enticing post by one of India’s leading bloggers’ network, Blogadda.com that asked Blogadda bloggers to blog about their memorable road trip and tell the world why they love travelling. Up for grabs was a chance to be a part of the second season of MTV’s exciting travel show Nano Drive with MTV - India's first social show featuring the journey of 4 teams in their Tata Nano cars going across the country for 3 weeks, telling the story of their adventures and sharing their experiences every day. 




Wow, now that was something worth coveting! What more could a travel junkie ask for! 21 days of sponsored travel, a road trip across the country in a brand new Tata Nano – driving across some part of the country, traversing the famous and the not-so-famous towns and cities, meeting new people, making new friends, eating new food, experience new culture – all the essentials that get travel enthusiasts like me all dreamy eyed.

And then as the cliché goes, the universe conspired to get me what I had started yearning for. My blog posts were appreciated and I was selected by Blogadda.com to be among the 24 contestants shortlisted for the show. Furthermore, generous votes and support from family and friends sealed my presence in the final 12 contestants and there I was, all set to experience a road trip that was tailor made by passionate travellers from across the country, for it was the twitter fans of MTV India that had pinned down the pits stops in our travel map.



The Winners


Some of the cities on the different routes
And now, I am back from the trip. Yes, that’s how fast the time flies. The epic road trip is done with. An incredible 21 days on the road – full of exciting, thrilling, funny and scary experiences, so many new friends and many firsts! Memories from this road trip are going to be cherished forever. And now through my posts here on my blog, I will be reliving those memories, travelling to those places again. These posts are not just going to be about places, but also people, food, culture, music, thoughts and experiences – because that’s what travelling is all about. Here’s hoping that you all enjoy reading the posts and share your thoughts about them. Cheers to travelling! Cheers to road trips!

Day 1 : Eastward Bound on Drive With MTV Season 2

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So the 12 finalists for the Nano Drive with MTV Season 2 assembled in Nagpur to set off for the epic trip. Why Nagpur, you wonder? Because Nagpur is famous for its oranges and MTV and Nano people love oranges. So they thought why not flag on the trip from Nagpur! Haaha. No of course not. Nagpur was chosen because the city lies squarely at the geographical centre point of India. The city has a Zero Mile Stone from where distances to other cities were marked during the British rule.

Zero Mile Marker

Varanasi just 729 kms away
The distances of many cities which are measured from here are marked on the pillar erected at this zero mile monument, which also includes four intricately sculpted horses, all made of sandstone. This monument, though now in a slightly dilapidated condition looks beautiful in old Google images, sure sign that it has seen better times in the past.


The Monument in an almost rundown condition now
The beautiful Zero Mile Centre from the days of yore
It was indeed a very novel idea to flag on the drive from Nagpur. I for one never knew something like Zero Mile existed, despite my penchant for geographical trivia. Plus, even if I had given the concept of geographical centre of India even a passing thought, I would have most certainly come up with some city in Madhya Pradesh as the probable geographical centre, given the state’s location in the country map.

So, the 21 day trip was to start from the Zero Mile, but only after the 4 teams – each comprising of 3 members - had rummaged around Nagpur city, trying to find their Nano cars. And not just find the cars but also find it in record time, as the team that found their car first was to get a choice on the part of the country they wished to travel to – North, South, East or West. And here was the tricky part - tracking down the cars involved a treasure hunt! The four cars were in different Tata showrooms around the city, and the four teams were given a clue each which if deciphered correctly, would then lead them to three more clues hidden at different locations and the final clue was to eventually take them to their respective Nano car.


From the expressions on the faces of all us travellers there at the Zero Mile, it looked as if it was going to be duck soup, winning the treasure hunt, that is. All the four teams, which had been grouped beforehand, were raring to go. My team included Nishank, a filmmaker from Delhi, and Anamika, a dentist from Chandigarh, and all three of us too were all charged up to seize the day! But as the day progressed and the morning turned into afternoon and then late afternoon, it turned out that the clues, coded in really tough Marathi language, (so tough that even the local Marathi speaking crowd had a hard time deciphering it) were too hard for everyone to decode. Eventually, with the help of some local crowd (cute girls enamoured by the MTV crew) we eventually tracked our car down - a beautiful pearl white Nano, which was to be our home more or less for the next 21 days on the road! And with the discovery of the car we also discovered that we were headed east! 



Pearl White Tata Nano
And we become Team NanoEast
While Nishank and I were quite happy about going east (mountains, you see!), Anamika initially did not take too kindly to the result. She had pinned all her hopes on going south (where the pit stops included Goa too) but we had already lost the Battle of Goa to Moumita, Divyanshu and Reema! And these three had already been christened Team NanoSouth! Despite that, backdoor attempts were made to win them over and convince them to go East instead. But who in their right mind would want to give up the beachy delights of Goa! It was not to be and so after a little sulking even Anamika came around, back to being her boisterous self, excited at the prospect of the travel and adventure that lay ahead. 


Eastward bound
 By evening, the 4 teams were flagged on after much photo ops and fanfare by MTV VJ Nikhil Chinnapa. So thus ensconced in our pearl white Nano car, Team NanoEast set out to win over the East! And our first pit stop was to be the Tadoba Tiger Reserve. Did Team NanoEast get to spot tiger? You will soon find out! :)

In the meanwhile,  for those interested - our Day 1 adventures are captured here in this small video: -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBs-wLfS_yw

Hope you liked this write-up, do share your thoughts! :)

Nagpur: Beyond Oranges and Cricket Stadium

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Nagpur - More than just Orange City
Reserve Bank of India’s Nagpur branch holds most of India’s gold deposits. The city is also ‘the Tiger Capital of India’ and also functions as ‘the Winter Capital of Maharashtra’! How’s this for Nagpur city trivia! But I DID NOT know any of these interesting facts before visiting the city. For me Nagpur was all about RSS headquarters, oranges and yes, the Vidharbha Cricket Stadium, which has been the venue of many international cricket matches. 


Deekshabhoomi, where Dr. Ambedkar converted to Buddhism

Isn’t it ironic that so many of us travel trivia geeks love to dig up tidbits about famous and not so famous from around the world, but when it comes to our own country, we are oblivious to anything beyond the metros or at the most the popular tourist destinations. So discovering the above mentioned facts about Nagpur was quite a pleasant surprise for me. And needless to say, it got me hooked to the idea of reading up about the cities and towns we were headed to, and sharing the city trivia with friends.

Now that brings me to another trivia! Do you know why Nagpur is known as Nagpur and not Orangepur or Santrapur, despite being India mein world famous for its oranges? There are quite a few theories behind the name. One of them says that many centuries ago, the Nag civilization that inhabited this area named it Nagpur, as in the city of Nags. Another popular theory is that the city is situated on the banks of river Nag, and so gets its name from there. 



Nagpur : Tiger capital of India | Photo Credit : Shalik Jogwe

In the beginning of this write-up, I mentioned that Nagpur is the ‘Tiger Capital of India’. Do you know why? It’s because the city surroundings has many tiger reserves and sanctuaries. Tadoba Tiger Reserve, Pench National Park, Nagzira Wildlife Sanctuary, Melghat Tiger Reserve and a few other wildlife sanctuaries are all within a radius of a few hundred kilometres from Nagpur. 


Tadoba Tiger Reserve - First pit stop

Interestingly, while out first pit stop on our journey was Tadoba Tiger Reserve, Team NanoWest made their first stop at Pench National Park. But only one team got to spot tiger(s). Which one, you will find out in the next post! 

In the meanwhile, here are some other interesting facts about Nagpur! 

1. Nagpur lies at the geographical centre of the country and a Zero Mile Stone monument marks the point.
2. The city gets its name from the river Nag, on whose banks it’s situated.
3. Nagpur’s Municipal Corporation has a cobra as its seal.
4. Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh (RSS) founder and first Sarsanghachalak Dr. K. B. Hedgewar was born in Nagpur and the city houses the RSS headquarters.

5. It was at city's sacred Buddhist monument Deekshabhoomi where Dr. Br. Ambedkar converted to Buddhism along with thousands of his followers.
6. The Vidarbha Cricket Association Stadium in Nagpur is one of the nine test venues in the country. 

Photo Courtesy: nagpurtoday.in
                                  Shalik Jogwe, Wildlife Photographer, Tadoba Tiger Reserve


Misty Mountains, Military Men & Mandirs

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Road Trips! Ah! I am just back from an incredible road trip traversing a huge part of south and east India, and I am sure all my fellow traveller friends would agree that nothing beats the sense of exhilaration that a good road trip gives! A comfortable and fresh car, good company, inviting dhaabas and of course, pothole free roads! What more can a road tripper ask for!

I am a travel junkie and have been to some really fun road trips - cruising across Rajasthan with family, exploring Himachal Pradesh with friends, impromptu road trips to so many destinations in and around Delhi, and a zillion road trips to religious spots in and around Punjab and Himachal Pradesh  with my parents (for Mata ke darshan! )

But there’s one trip that will always stand out in my memory for its incredible beauty - beauty of nature, beauty of people and beauty of experiences. And here I am going to share the warm memories of that road trip. It started from New Delhi and culminated in the misty mountains of Lansdowne.



Lansdowne - All inviting!

Lansdowne is a pretty little hill station in Uttarakhand, and unlike many other hill stations in the state, this one is relatively less crowded and offers an extremely peaceful sojourn away from the mad rush of city life. For long, a very dear friend Pallavi and I had been planning to get away from our mundane office-home-office routine and spend a few days in the hills. So when we finally had a long weekend in hand, we decided to make the most of it and head out of the city chaos. A quick Google search for hill stations around Delhi introduced us to Lansdowne, a cantonment town nestled in the pine and oak laden mountains of Pauri-Garhwal district.  Pine and oak laden mountains...well that was enough to get us both hooked! More intricate searches on the New Delhi to Lansdowne road route updated us about the details we were looking for - 250 kms from New Delhi, a drive of roughly 6 hours, with margin included for the mountain terrain once we entered Uttarakhand. Perfect.


The Route - New Delhi to Lansdowne


So Lansdowne it was. Our destination was sorted. And the route too. We were to follow National Highway 24 for most part and then further up keep alternating between different state and national highways. The route looked promising, dotted with scenic delights  and some known and lesser known towns lesser known towns of Uttar Pradesh. The car was sorted too, our much driven Honda City - spruced up, serviced and smelling like a lavender garden, all thanks to the fresh car perfume from Ambi Pur.  And there we were, all ready and raring to go on our much deserved road trip, a trip that was going to go down in my travel memories as one of the best road trips - full of beauty, peace and some lessons in love, courage and compassion.

Car and Me - All set for the long road ahead

Good roads make good road trips!

Setting off on our trip, we started out around the break of dawn and in no time were out of the city, thanks to the clear roads and little traffic!  The morning was clear and looked fresh but honestly it did not smell fresh for we all know that many parts of our country, specially outskirts of Delhi are yet to awaken to fresh and clean smelling mornings, and for precisely that reason, we preferred to keep our car windows rolled up, taking in the freshness of flowers that was wafting inside. Soon were on NH 24 speeding comfortably towards the destination, many Delhi FM channels already beginning to fade away, giving way to our choice of music - romantic numbers from Bollywood's retro era.

By the time we made our first halt at a brightly decorated and festooned dhaba near Hapur, we were about 100 kms into the journey,  all pepped up and yes hungry enough to dig into a sumptuous breakfast of Aloo paranthas accompanied with piping hot tea. And that's where we met them. Them - a family of three - husband, wife and a young girl of 10 or may be 11.

Now I can see that look of intrigue (or perhaps boredom) cross your face. What's so incredible about meeting a regular family eating at a dhaba, you would say, and may be rightly so.

They were a regular family alright, but with extraordinary courage, determination and poise to take on life and its many challenges head on. They looked quite happy, chatting away delightfully about this and that, and since we were the only other people eating there, they invited us to join them for tea and general chitchat on travel. And it was there, sitting with them, and lazily sipping my extra milky tea that I discovered that the husband whom I had started addressing as Sunil bhaiya, only had one hand. I also discovered that they too were headed to Lansdowne and it was the wife Aarti who was driving them all to their destination.


Random strangers, who gave us a lesson in courage, love and compassion

There was an awkward silence after this discovery, and it was Aarti who dispelled the quietness that had suddenly taken over our group. Calmly, and in a very matter-of-fact tone she told us how many years ago her husband had met with an accident, resulting in the loss of an arm. She explained how initially she found it difficult to get over the cruel incident and faced difficulty coping with the aftermath of the unfortunate developments. But then it was her young kids who inspired her to come around and get a grip on not just her life, but also her family. Sunil bhaiya too  had similar thoughts to share -  a  conscious and strong decision to stay away from people and situations that hampered his positive approach towards life. Needless to say, both husband and wife stood for each other, boosting each other's morale, guiding each other in the darkest of times.


This was really brave of them, I thought. I have come across so many stories about people who gave up on life when they came face to face with with any kind of misfortune. Destiny, they cribbed and derided with cynicism any attempt to set their thoughts in a positive mould. And here was this couple that was a complete antithesis of that other branch of people.

With these thoughts we wrapped up our breakfast break and were on our way again, with little Surbhi in our car, for she was taken quite taken in by our childish ramblings with her and had made up her mind that these two didis were worth befriending! And since we were all headed to a common destination, taking the same route, here parents too did not object to her joining us in our car.

Little Surbhi decides to change sides!


The rest of journey was like a dream, with all the ingredients that make road trips fun - giggly chatter with little Surbhi, fun music numbers playing out loud, the frequent chai breaks at colourful dhaabas and town after town rolling by! And once we crossed Kotdwar, which is around an hour away from Lansdowne, it was all about nature  - serene and unadulterated! Hundred shades of green, trees big and small, ravines and mountains streams, nature in all its glory! And Lansdowne was even better - rain-swept and mist laden wonderland where clouds hung low, playing peekaboo, and where the rains came down without a moment's notice, catching us unaware and disappeared as suddenly, where the mountains were abuzz with the twitter of insects and where even whispers echoes far and wide! Here are some photos of the sights from Lansdowne! 
Lansdowne is all about nature in all its glory, so before I show you the pictures let me please invoke William Shakespeare, and seek his blessings, for it was he who wrote:

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 

Bhulla Taal - Man made lake dedicated to the young soldiers of Garhwal Rifles.
In the local Garhwali language, Bhulla means younger brother.

Pristine lake surroundings, maintained by soldiers from Garhwal Rifles

 The local lake residents!

 We are family!

 St. Mary's Church - restored by Garhwal Rifles Regimental Centre

 Tadkeshwar Dham site, surrounded by mighty deodar trees

 The War Memorial - Out of bounds for civilians

 River Malini, blessed by the monsoons

 Kanva Ashram, where King Bharat was supposedly born to Shakuntala

 50 Shades of green!

 Mist coming in

 For two days, we soaked in the ethereal charm of Lansdowne - we wandered around mountain trails, got drenched in the sudden rains, admired its heritage sites, mingled with the locals, ate local cuisines and sipped on countless cups of mint tea. In all these experiences, we were together - us two best friends and the family we had met at a random dhaba on a highway. There were not strangers any more, but friends who had taught us some heart warming lessons in living life with love and compassion. They made our road trip perfect, for when we headed back to the city, we were better people - more positive and more giving - with our body, mind and soul rejuvenated.

We have kept in touch and keep updating each other about the big and small updates in our lives. Many of these updates involve travel plans and discussions on tour itineraries. There are plans about another road trip together too, and I am sure that sometime in near future, we will make that road trip too, probably again somewhere to the mountains.

This post is an entry for The Perfect Road Trip Contest hosted by Indiblogger.in, in association with Ambi Pur. More details on the goodness of Ambi Pur's products can be had at Ambi Pur India.

A Road Trip with Mirza Ghalib

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Aye dil-e-nadaan tujhe hua kya hai,
Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai?

Mirza Ghalib sahab, one of my best friends since days of yore, was in a rather pensive mood. On regular days he was quite spirited and regaled all his friends with his now legendary shaayaris and anecdotes, but on that particular day, he seemed to be down and out. His couplets too had a mournful feel about them. Even as I sauntered inside his rundown haveli in Ballimaran in Old Delhi, he mumbled another doleful composition: 

Qaid-e-hayat, band-e-gham, asal me dono aik hain,
Maut se pehle aadmi gham se nijat pae kyun?

This couplet, when translated in English, comes to:


                                                    The prison of life and the bondage of grief are one and the same
                                                    Before the onset of death, how can man expect to be free of grief?

Oh, this sounded grave. Why such pessimism, I wondered. No doubt, Ghalib Sahab had a huge collection of beautifully crafted verses, and he could weave words to fit any situation, but why these cynicism laced shaayaris today? I looked at his dejected frame and could not resist asking  -


Mirza Sahab, kyun tang hue jaate hain?

Zindagi se apni bhala kyun itna khaar khaate hain?

My concerned remark seemingly touched a chord somewhere and Mirza Saheb looked at me solemnly. There was a forlorn look in his eyes as he sat on his charpoy, looking at me, probably expecting me to coax him into sharing whatever it was that had him all distraught. I crossed over to sit beside him on his charpoy, and asked again:


Mirza Saheb, tabiyat kuch nasaaz jaan padti hai
Aapki aankhen aapki rooh ka haal bayaan karti hain.
Bataayiye ki kya cheez aapke pesh-e- khidmat karoon
Aap keh dein to sitaare bhi tod laane ki himaaqat karoon.

Mirza Ghalib sahab, as we all know, is a master poet, so I was sure that my dimwitted attempt at beating him at his own game, with badly rhymed couplets would lighten his mood and would cheer him up. And it looked as if my game plan was bearing fruit. Mirza Sahab now had an amused smile look on his face, with a naughty smile playing on his lips.  

'Sohrab, I dont want the stars from the skies, no gold, silver or diamonds bright. It's luscious mangoes that I want real bad, so please hurry up and take me to Malihaabad.' Mirza sahab said that all in a flow! Oh! So this was the reason behind Mirza Sahab's disillusioned state of mind - the begum had banned his favourite fruit, mangoes! 
In hushed tones, Ghalib sahab explained how the begum, getting wary of his regular sickness owing to overeating of mangoes had banned the fruit from the household. It's been a week since he had tasted any mango and now his craving for the the king of fruits was getting better of him - making him all nostalgic and wistful.

Malihabadi Mangoes

Inviting Indeed!

'Mirza Sahab, Malihabad? To sample its majestic dusseheri mangoes? Why not!' I heaved a sigh of relief! Here was something that will restore my friend's good temper to it's usual merry self!
'Anything to cheer you up my dear friend! Get ready for we are off to Malihabad. In the meanwhile I will ask the gaadiwan to spruce up the car and get it ready for the journey! It's going to be an incredible trip, Mirza Sahab!'

Saying so, I headed out to ask the gaadiwan to get my Skoda Yeti spruced for the ride, and within an hour we were on our way, headed towards Malihabad to satiate Ghalib's Sahab's craving for Malihabadi mangoes.  Since it was really hot day with the ruthless sun glaring down at earth with all its ferociousness, we rolled up the car windows, and lo and behold, within seconds the interior of our car turned into a hilly meadow! Wow! The flowery perfume wafting from the Ambi Pur vent and the full blast air conditioning of the car had turned the interiors into a valley of flowers! What bliss it was to sit there and watch the scorching world pass by on the other side of the car window. 

Ghalib Sahab too seemed to be faring better now, for colour had returned on his cheeks and he looked much at ease, looking out of the window, lost in thought. It was time to nudge him back to the present, and enjoy his literary delights - his shayaaris and poems - so I gently asked him if he was feeling better now, now that we were on our way to Malihabad. The trick was to again use some lame shaayaris, so that he turns around with the some superlative renderings from his collection. So I ventured thus:

Mirza Sahab, aap kin khayaalon mein khoye hain?
Kuch farmaate kyun nahin, jaag rahe hain ya soye hain?

This sub-standard poetic provocation was enough to get Ghalib Sahab in the mood. He turned around and looking at me with a warm eyes, started thanking me for the effort I had put in to make his wish my order. 'I am blessed to have friends who are ever ready to support my whims and fancies, my rational and irrational demands and my lofty desires,' he said in a voice loud and clear. And then came out the words that were to become one of the most quoted in the shaayari circles around the world : 

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ki har khwaahish pe dam nikle,
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...

And with this gem of a verse, there started a five hour long session of profound renditions from Ghalib Saahab. There was not just rendition of deeply meaningful shaayaris encapsulating varied emotions, thoughts and situations, but also enlightening conversations about Ghalib Sahab's growing up years.  

By the time we reached Malihabad, I almost regretted that the journey was over. A perfect road trip it had been, with one of my best friends, who I know knew even better. It was late afternoon, just the time to hit my other friend, Akbar Malihabadi's sprawling mango orchard, that housed over 500 varieties of mango trees, all bearing fruit. Ghalib Sahab looked all excited with the detail, all set to taste and devour every single variety! And here's what he wrote to express his joy!

Baarae aamon ke kuch bayaan ho jaaye,
Khama nakhale rutab-fishan ho jaaye.

And this in simple words means let something in praise of mangoes be expressed joyously - praise for mangoes, the king of fruits! Now this was a perfect culmination to a day that had started on a sombre note! 

This post is an entry for The Perfect Road Trip Contest hosted by Indiblogger.in, in association with Ambi Pur. More details on the goodness of Ambi Pur's products can be had at Ambi Pur India.


Photo Courtesy : Google Images


Rule of the Jungle

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Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve (Chandrapur, Maharashtra)

Food Photo - Israeli Breakfast in India

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I keep forgetting about sharing food photos here. Was browsing through my photos from Mcleodganj and this is what I found - a sample of Israeli breakfast. Looks delicious, doesn't it?


This photo was taken in a quaint cafe in Mcleodganj. This hippie hill station abounds in hundreds of big and small brightly decorated make-shift cafes, which serve an array of international delicacies - from Mediterranean to American to Oriental, and of course Indian, you will find the menu full of all sorts of food listings.

A Great Drive - Entry for Michelin Pilot Experience by Ragini Puri

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Tiger(s) spotting in Maharashtra, surfing on playful waves in Andhra Pradesh, scuba diving in rough Orissa sea and last but not in any way the least, ghost hunting in a West Bengal hill station - these experiences and a hundred more - I lived them all in one epic road trip that I was fortunate enough to be a part of. And this road trip was Nano Drive with MTV Season 2 – a travel show that involved 21 days of travel across the country in Tata Nano. 


Nano Drive with MTV - 21 days on the road

This was the best trip of my life! For one, never in my wildest imaginations I had ever thought that a road trip this long, covering this great a part of our country could ever become a reality for me. But as they say, strange are the ways of the world, I was chosen to be a part of the show with a few other travel junkies and experience India like never before!

The trip started from Nagpur, the geographical centre of India (now, did you know that?) with first pit stop at Tadoba Tiger Reserve, where we made acquaintance with 5 (yes!) Royal Bengal Tigers! 


Tiger spotting at Tadoba Tiger Reserve

Thrilling to the core, isn’t it! From here, it was the highway again, with stops at various cities in Andhra Pradesh, Orissa, West Bengal and Sikkim. Throughout the 21 day long trip, adventure remained out constant companion, pepping us up when the distances between cities became too long and driving became tiring.


Eating with the locals near Asifabad, Andhra Pradesh

Emu Farm, Rajahmundry

The mighty Godawari, at Rajahmundry
What added to the adventure quotient of this trip was the fact that it was not a touristy trip. We stayed off the beaten track, steering away from the tourist spots and instead indulged in crazy antics of our own. Hanging out with the locals, sampling local cuisines, stopping at random highways to take in the landscapes and posing for quirky photos in the middle of nowhere – we did this and lots more! And yes, we also dared to spend an hour in a haunted bungalow! See, I told you, we were never short of crazy adventurous stuff to do!
Posing with  a Pro, at Vizag beach

All set to Scuba Dive,  in Orissa

Picking tea leaves at Bagdogra


(Allegedly) Haunted Dow Hill School, Kurseong

Tathagatha Sthal, in Ravangla, Sikkim

This adventure-packed epic trip culminated in surreal Ravangla, in south Sikkim, in the midst of dense green mountains and lush rolling tea gardens, with fresh mountain breeze cheering us up to literally face the heat once we headed back down to the plains! 

This is my entry for the Michelin Pilot Experience at Sepang International Circuit, Malaysia. 
A chance to win a trip to Michelin Pilot Experience at BlogAdda.com



Monsoons in the Mountains : A Great Drive - Entry for Michelin Pilot Experience by Ragini Puri

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‘Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains, says Jeffrey Rasley, an acclaimed trekker and writing coach in his book Bringing Progress to Paradise: What I Got from Giving to a Mountain Village in Nepal. And this is precisely what my friends and I did to escape the energy-sapping demonic heat and humidity of Siliguri city. I headed for the mountains of Kurseong, a scenic, serene hill station in Darjeeling district.

Kurseong is roughly 40 kms from Siliguri, a distance that can be covered by car in about 45 minutes that is if you drive at a steady speed. But since we wanted to bask in the mysterious beauty of the mist wrapped roads, with clouds playing peek-a-boo, we drove at a slow speed, with car windows rolled down, and the crisp mountain air wafting in and out, creating its own music.

Our first stop was a tea plantation at Bagdogra, which is about 12 kms from Siliguri. We had seen tea plantations before but never actually got down to explore how the workers go about their assigned responsibilities in a plantation. So, there was a unanimous call to check-in and see for ourselves how the things worked. At what a pleasant experience it was! We actually got to pluck tea leaves there!

Tea Plantation at Bagdogra

Trying my hand at picking tea leaves!

After this initial pit-stop, it was a slow drive up the hills of Kurseong, taking in the landscape change low rising hills to dense mountains covered in endless shades of green! Here are a few photos from the trip, which turned out to be one of the best road trips of my life!
Kurseong Railway Station, a heritage site

Mist laden mountains

Pretty house dot the serene roads

When in the east, do eat momos!

And do not miss the Wai Wai!

I call this trip best because the mountains not just gave me a respite from the seething heat of the city, but also gave me a much needed break from the mundane inanities that we so often get caught up in, while living a routine in the chaos called city life!

This is my entry for the Michelin Pilot Experience at Sepang International Circuit, Malaysia. 
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My First Liebster Award

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Okay, so I got my first Liebster Award. Many thanks to Niranjan who found my blog worthwhile enough to nominate it for a Liebster.

All this while I had never been very serious about blogging, just jotting down my random thoughts once in a while, then abandoning blogs after I got bored of them, again making new ones and then abandoning them. But I guess, it's about time I take to blogging seriously, for the appreciation I am getting from friends and fellow bloggers is really working as a huge motivating factor. I am sure I will get better with time and write more frequently about my big and small travels.

About Liebster Award

Liebster is a German word that means dearest or nicest or sweetest {you get the drift. right? :)} and Liebster Award is a blogger to blogger award, given to a blog with less than 200 followers, to show appreciation.

Rules Apply*

Now there is a certain protocol to follow once you accept a Liebster Award. Since I have accepted the award, here are the terms I have to abide by:

1) Each blogger should post 11 random facts about themselves.
2) Answer the questions the tagger has set for you, then create 11 new questions for the bloggers you pass the award to.
3) Choose 11 new bloggers (with less than 200 followers) to pass the award to and link them in your post.
4) Go to their page and tell them about the award.
5) No tag backs.



Okay, so starting with term no. 1, here are 11 random facts about me:

1. I love retro Bollywood films and music.
2.  Amar Akbar Anthony is my favourite movie and I know almost all the dialogues from this movie.
3. William Wordsworth and Robert Browning are my favourite poets.
4. I keep falling in love with characters from books & films.
5. Great Expectations is one of my favourite books.
6. I (day)dream about travelling the world, and my dream destination is New Zealand.
7. I love exploring ruins and historical monuments. 
8. I love museums.
9. I love the mountains and always prefer them over seas and plains.
10. I worry/think a lot. About random things that don't even matter.
11. 
I am an insomniac.

Now with the next part, answering questions set by Niranjan. 

Ques 1. Describe yourself in one word.
Ans. Kind

Ques 2. Why do you blog?
Ans. To share my thoughts.

Ques 3. What is the difference between a blog and a personal diary?
Ans. I guess a diary is more personal, a blog is for the public and hence controlled.

Ques 4.  What do you want to change?
Ans. What can I change. But then I wish I could change people's mentality about civic sense and make littering a punishable offence.

Ques 5. What do you like the most?
Ans. Travelling, exploring new places

Ques 6. What would you prefer at any time in your life, love or money and why?
Ans. I know it will sound very cliched' but I would want a balance of both because both are essential if you want to live in peace and happiness.

Ques 7. What is your weakness?
Ans. My parents

Ques 8. Who is your role model and why?
Ans. Never really gave this a thought, let me think about it.

Ques 9.  Are you spiritual or religious or none.
Ans. I am God fearing.

Ques 10. What is your goal?
Ans. Let me think about this too.

Ques 11. If God asked you three wishes, what would they be?
Ans. Thinking. Think hard.

Now going by the terms of the Liebster Award, I nominate the following fellow bloggers for the Liebster Award.

1. Sakshi Nanda - http://sakshinanda.blogspot.in/
2. Ritesh Agarwal - http://thirstydesires.blogspot.in/
3. Jahid Akhtar - http://jahidakhtar.blogspot.in/
4. Easwar Arumugam - http://miraarvind.blogspot.in/
5. Sreedev Soman - http://kookydom.blogspot.in/
6. Bushra Muzaffar - http://noidadiary.blogspot.in/
7. Renu Vyas - http://www.renuvyas.com/
8. Aersh Danish - http://timplyboo.blogspot.in/
9. Ankur Anand - http://www.ankuanand.com/
10. Shaivi Sharma - http://shaivikafunda.blogspot.it/
11. Debopam - http://debnature.blogspot.in/

And now is the turn for put down the questions I have for the chosen bloggers. Here they are:

Ques 1. Why do you blog?
Ques 2.  One fellow blogger who inspires you.
Ques 3. Your one blog post that you are particularly proud of.
Ques 4. If you come face to face with a spirit/ghost, what would you do?
Ques 5.  What is your biggest weakness?
Ques 6. Whom would you like to play you, in a movie made on your life, and why?
Ques 7. Who's is your favourite writer, and why?
Ques 8. Rich and sad or poor and happy?
Ques 9. Narendra Modi or Rahul Gandhi? Why?
Ques 10. Your favourite quote from your favourite book.
Ques 11. What is your biggest ambition or goal?

Congratulations and best wishes!

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