A little boy knocked me.'sir,begusarai'.
i stepped out of the bus.the small town was muffled in darkness.bus stand name was slightly visible_jannayak jai prakash narayan.........
some tea and paan shops were quite open.
a flickering hope, a flickering eye, and a flickering vapour lamp every where.roads were lull,except the screeches and sirens of passing by national permit trucks or night buses.i was just quivering.
a unique india lies within this india.
an india that covers the most of the pie chart.an india that's modest yet vulnerable,that lives becoz they need to live.well its not just an india.. a perspective rather ...a frame of reference rather..from where we perceive ourselves smarter.we seldom talk about that india and when ever we talk,.... we talk diplomatically,politically and to be precise dramatically.
their streets their walls do not get posters of big movies(read critically correct).they don't have sense of critical quotient we feel.they are made to serve you tea at 3:30 morning in flickering vapour lamp we feel.
they don't have blogs to express their views;they don't have social networking accounts to share their share of narcissism .Internet and cyber cafe are like another temple ,another doctor's clinic or academic office where they need to pull their rikshaw everyday irrespective of the mercury rise or the mercury fall.nothing is hotter than starvation and hunger....no sunny rays ....no sunny ways.
may 4,2012
5:00 am
I took my last bus .this was gonna be the final one before my destination.people in general hate bus journey,bus i really cherish it.never i do feel any vomiting.and more importantly posters outside are readable.they trace the route through the market,...... through the roadside denizens....since beauty lies in the eyes of beholder ...so beholding matters i feel.
the sun was peeping out.may be it was the same sun rise i cherished days ago at tiger hill dargeeling.the tiring night was hovering over me.memory persuaded nostalgia induced some sleep.the tiring 5 day tour to dargeeling and gangtok was flashing within in pieces,in form of captured sun,captured moon, captured ice, captured emotions and all that can be captured out of tourism.
- dargeeling is synonymous to tea and tea plantation..it seems.this is one of the take captured in a tea garden.
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| rising between the leaves |
the sun rise view from the tiger hills,taken from a normal 10 mpx camera.
it took me 26 yrs to see that sun rise said one fuchka waalaah....u are luckey enough.
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| the botanical garden |
rare tourists turn out to botanical garden,may be becoz no taxi can go there.yet we walked almost kilometers to visit the garden.we entered and it seemed as if the walk goes in vain.it was not so.almost 3 hours we cherished the garden.roads getting down and down to almost 1000 fts somewhere opening to a small flower show.the every bit of the silence was soothing;and drizzling added to the beauty.
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stills from the famous chauraasta
the chauraasta puts together a cultural indianess with the western descipline.u will not get even a single piece of eaten up bhutta or any garbage thrown on the road.
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captured stills from tshangu lake and baba mandir.it only happens in india.that a soldier sacrifices his life yet he is treated as if alive.in some of the month baba mandir gets closed.they say baba harbhajan singh is on leave for a while from the army.tshangu lake and its paranoma is all abt the ice fall....mountains covered with ice like the fasion desiners cover the models....some curves are always exposed to cherish out.
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the way the first may labour day tossed out it was unexpected.taxis were off.local people were at strike on demand of a new state gorkhaland.
i was a bit surprised to see the female chauvinism of the society...women and young girls leading the protest march with studding baritone ,red flags.posters and all.
in one of the still i captured above ...it shows a foreigner writing her diary sitting on the top of a taxi.
the gangtok flower show.
they have kept some of the rare breed flowers with scientific name tagged every where.for instance the flower int he left above back ground is ....
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druk -sa-ngag-cheoling.one of the buddist monastry.
captured from the nightangel park,dargeeling.
they say flowers are many but worship is one
beings are many but breath is one.
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japanese temple ,dargeeling.
the architectural understanding of the temple was mesmerising.
if i remember correctly it was raining that day.
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they give you a maggi at rs45,but cigarrate @rs10,whisky @rs50.tell me what a gentle genius will prefer....after all it was a scintillating yet sharp cold.isnt it good to take a whiskey and cigarate than a gloves and jacket that costs @rs70.
after all intention matters.........
far from the least i should say it was absolute...i mean the tour..
amazing..... and the final description was just mind blowing !!
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