Life in a magic world

Lucky those live here.. a scene captured in camera during my trips (Himachal Pradesh)

Today is March 01, 2015 (Sunday). Time 5.30 a.m. location Assi Ghat There is mild breeze in the air. The ghats are still under the sleepy silence. People started coming to Assi Ghat to experience the Subah Banaras i.e Morning Banaras. With a slight change in the regular days, the Ghat is occupied by tourists as well as local people. An announcement is audible with a caution to take seats and keep silence. Its 5.45 a.m. The girl students from Panini Kany Vidyalayay, Varanasi, in yellow sarees are ready to chant the Sanskrit mantras in a rhythmic way. The panditjis who perform aarti is ready and is facing the river Ganges with folded hands. The silent air echoes the prayers and everyone is deep in the heights of spiritual sphere. After the end of the chants, the girls move to Yag ya area where they started the yagya while the morning aarti takes place. The sky is slowly clear now and the breeze is bit stronger. The fire in the yagya and the aarti both touch the minds and s...

Light to the world  A tribute to the tree and the God   an illuminated house 

The river flows silently, the horizon turns red to welcome sun... Subah Banaras, The day starts..  To catch the morning in to canvas 

  Some expectations of a philanthropist I am a frequent traveller in Indian Railways. Trips last for minimum 6 hours to maximum of 48 hours. Mainly in 3AC after joining BHU, and also worried of the comfort and safety. Some issues always turn my attention to dream for a better railway system. 1. Changing platforms int he last minute without proper information. Imagine a station like Mughal Sarai, where most of the crowd convert overbridges as platforms, and if there is no light or electricity in platforms.  If you are travelling with your family(elderly, women and children).  only way is to pull the chain.  2. Inside the train, don't expect any civility from co-passengers as well as the Linen staff or the pantry car vendor. ( I just dream that i may get my due space (berth/luggage space), or proper cash return on purchases of pantry car item) 3. Dont expect a clean lavatory(Toilet) or wash basin if its a long journey. sometimes you may find no water in ...

It seems Varanasi has become the political capital of India in these days. Popular leaders, Media Team and lot of security personnel. Everywhere only one discussion About Banaras, it is the hot seat of 2014 elections. All of a sudden the political think tanks identified our small city as the centre of their activities Their political wisdom, coupled with the attention to get highlighted turned this small city in to one of the most happening places in the world. The narrow lanes are busy with campaigners. who came from different parts of the country. The streets are busy with the normal rush complemented by the electioneering Security forces have a breathless time when senior most leaders in Indian politics appear everyday in the nook and corners of the city. Even chaivallahs are getting unexpected attention. it seems everyone forgot the Banarasi Paan and the Lassi which would have been a greater potential to attract people in the scorching heat of 42-43 degree celcius. But...

The chilling cold marks the on set of the peak winter. Fragile folk songs along with the drum beats break the silence of the darkness. The evening is set for a traditional cultural evening in the camp. Dim lights separate the cloak of darkness. People are moving slowly to their seats while hearing the songs, though many of them don’t understand the lines and meanings. The artists are six or seven in numbers. Two women and a child artist find their place among other senior male artists. The tune of music is changed to the most popular kesaria balam and the beats of drums also pick up an interesting tune. There are a few foreigners and some tourists from other places in India. One corner of the sitting space a table is placed and liquor bottles are kept on  it. The sale from liquor adds revenue to the business of camping. Snacks and tea are already served. Snacks are some fried pappads and pakkoras. The music is changed to ghoomer dance. The girl did a wonderful dance perform...

Its 5 a.m. An early summer morning in the heart of Indian Subcontinent. The daylight has already indicated the beginning of another hot day. We were in platform No. 6 in NDLS. In between Purushottam Express and Shramjeevi Express (coming from Rajgir). Yellings of people everywhere. My eyes were wandering in the platform as if I was looking for a missing person . The crowd was of poor people from different places in India. Male, female, boys and girls, majority are youngsters. My eyes last focused on a small family, seems they were from Bihar. The young wife tries to dress her small naughty son. She forces him to wear a small trouser and the boy was running here and there. Last the by surrendered and the mother could win. Standing near to him was his elder brother and his father. Father appears to be in his mid 25’s, but looking like a College Boy with smart dressing though he was of medium built. His wife was dark complexioned and the saree was carelessly folded either side of t...

Some of the new titles came up in last few days are shocking 1. A minor girl, raped, the scene was shot in mobile cam and distributed through mms clips (Hisar- Haryana) 2. A XI school girl gang raped (near Sonipat, Haryana) 3. Goons vandalise the toll plaza in Gurgaon, killed the security and loot money 4. A gang loot around 5 crore from a bank ATM van in Delhi 5. MLA from Bihar use the gun of security to threaten the public 6. Scams rocks India, but the so called poilticians are not shaken 7. Diesel price hit new heights 8. After the ethnic clashes in Assam (lakhs of people are in rehabilitation camps), natures fury in the form of flood  engulf many regions and affect millions of People in Assam 9. People protest in  sea in Kudankulam, Narmada in safety of their lives ......... One side the nature strikes its own way and millions are suffering other side the government introduces new policies which is aimed to benefit...

A Tatkal Story.. a long story from my life......   Its funny to hear. But really horrifying to recollect. Being an ordinary Indian Citizen, the difficulties to manage a railway ticket to travel long distance (3000K.M.) . Travelling such a long distance seems to be exciting, but imagine without reservation ... and when the weather is aldo adverse.... I had a ticket in 3rd Ac booked in March 2012 to travel between Ernakulam to Guwahy by ERS-GHY express. Three months before status showed WL 1 , and on the day of travelling also it stood in the same place (without any change) even after preparation of the chart . Daring the consequences moved to Platform no 3 by carrying all havey luggages. the AC coach was kept in th front side of the train. To add the agaony heavy rain one side. the Chorus of Workers from West Bengal otherside. I experienced that monsoons in Kerala not only attracts tourists, but also it brings lot of accompanied issues if you are a traveller without a...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.  (by Robert Frost : from the poem-The road not taken) life takes quick turns at unimaginable times and phases. It brings surprises or happiness in disguise of unexpected outcomes. As an ever ending saga of learning, the value of relationships also move far deeper in course of time. no matter how far you are, but it matters who you are a person?  It is an open secret that every body expects a lot from whom ever they interact daily. But ...

A real life experience always gives a haunting and scary gaze on practical life..the following episode is from my interaction with a person who happened to be our bus cleaner during the educational trip. our educational tour to Rajasthan started on 26 Dec 2011 and continued till 8 jan 2012. We reached Jaipur by Marudar Exp. at 12 noon. Reached the place where the bus was parked. I was at the tale end of the line of students checking that none is missed. while students loaded their luggage with the helper, driver came and introduced himself. meanwhile my attention fell on the bus cleaner who was loading the luggage. we covered Jaipur, Ajmer, Pushkar, Udaipur, Chiitor, and reached Mt. Abu. since two students were not well I was in the bus taking care of them, and other students were in Dilwara Temple. At this time, the cleaner came to my cabin and asked me what time we will move from Mt. Abu to Jodhpur. Though my answer was verbal, my eyes were on the cleaner.  Height appro. 5.5...

Seems so simple, But, there are many who cant dream of a sqare meal....!

When the sun light peeps through the window in the morning, eyes search for the wall clock to check time whether its too late to get up. body hessitates to accept another day, mind is already tired and lost.... wished I would have not waken up forever, but as a mockry of fact... I am alive even today...... reaching the workplace, and seeing no change in the mentality of either the staff nor the students... grievances everywhere and excuses every side... every one has a point that substaiate their view, when the day progresses slowly in its path no hunger or thirst hits me back but just tired to move each inch again to do the work required from my side atleast... lot of people die every minute, every day... dont know why I spared out each day like an extended grace time for me alone too see the agony of life and people, nothing much to earn or learn, no desire to do anything again only waiting for the time to come... asif my messenger is somewhere beh...

I was in the class in the afternoon  and phone started ringing continuously. I cancelled each call, but it continued to ring. The number was strange and I really got annoyed and switched off it for time being. later when I finished the class I called the same number but no one picked the phone. But, I got the call back from the same number. The voice was not clear, and I repeatedly want to know who is there the other side.  My English didnt work!, then I asked in bits and pieces in Hindi. Got a reply in Malayalam, saying its Pradip......., he identified himself as my classmate in graduation! All of a sudden, memories gone pushed me back to 1995. A lean, tall fellow friend, used to appear classes very irregularly. Was more in to trekking, nature club, and library activities. ....We were not great friends.. but had something in common that both of us were hard working... He was in social work, whereas I was in studies. Wanted to hear where he is calling from and more det...

when I was child in class IV, there were so many friends in my village whom i used to play with. In the childhood days we used to go school, play together and dream about a funfilled life.. but in the course of life, time changed the dreams, where those poor kids could not enter in higher studies. they left their studies after 10th because their parents were unable to send them to colleges/universities which were far and not within the reach of their pockets. I have a dream to to help the less privileged kids who are poor, when i become a successful person in life. Because I have seen that many of the village children are so much talented but due to lack of money they are not able to get higher education.  I know that it is little bit difficult but I will try as much as possible. (written by one of my students, in an assignment of writing about their dreams) 

Why people laugh at you, when they have something else in their mind.... why people bite each other, perhaps they have nothing else to do, otherthan svcratching their ass.... why do some one preach gospels, but follow the life of evil spirits... because they are being called as the  GODMAN of the modern world, why do you find your life is difficult, becuase you must have got the worst punishement to live in the world of  human beings. Those can make your life hell than any god can offer a hell afterdeath ..... do you know how to love any one.... no idea, but you may know how to hate some very well, you can also malign the name of someone very well... what to do when things go wrong, scratch your forehead and askyourself....