Allegories of my life

I had a short trip to my hometown again, this time for a cousin’s wedding. I had a real packed up time but on my way and during the trip I managed to take random pictures which made my trip elated and worth posting: On my way to the destiny, i found this mesmerizing lush green land with a quaint small mud house. Open your book of travel tales, I am all ears. Open your bucket list, I am all yours.                 A trip doesn't end without some macro/manual shots of a blossom.  Happy Clicking!

I got off my home and found something right next to my car parked. I captured it swiftly and sat in my car holding on the picture, eventually thinking as to what title should be given to it. In no time I came out with the Song sung in my school days and found apt.  Today morning I started missing the chronicle period of School, well very significantly as December approaches there comes carols in the air and preparations we used to do back in school. With Christmas round the corner, every year we prepared carols with our in house music teacher and band. I can still recall few songs that were sung and got commendations during my possession. One of many songs, I remember Showers of blessing as most prominent. One can precisely listen to it here  

Today morning when I was going through my little blog, suddenly got my eyes notified on my most recent blog, which enclosed “1 comment”, I felt so delighted to see a complete stranger had asked for some recommendations and had appreciated me at the same time. I strolled down more and took in one more comment on another blog where I had put down my journey to my school when I was just a kid. Both these comments made me pleased on this little attainment. It’s eccentric to see that our own people sometimes fail to appreciate our triumphs but strangers don’t.  Thank you for making my day! This indubitably gave me more inspiration towards writing.

Day2: It was the day to leave for Mussoorie with a friend, I left from Dehradun gleefully to visit this tourist fascinated hill station. During my childhood I never happened to visit Mussoorie too often but as I grew up I used to make frequent visits with friends in order to get away from Dehradun’s summers. The entertaining rides would always be going on bikes more willingly than on cars which would formulate the entire trip more enticing. So as I left from Dehradun I asked my friend to detour the way from Jhadipani as the way is more calm and has got plentiful interesting views and apparently the friend quite liked the detoured way as it was undeniably more amiable and we got empty roads (no vehicle), foggy air, beautiful villages and villagers. Henceforth we arrived at the Mall road but instead of killing our priceless time we elected to move towards the uphill in search of the George Everest, but neither me nor my friend knew the directions but we were adamant to find it out,

Dehradun, the capital city of Uttarakhand and my hometown is knotty to portray in words. It’s famously known as Doon valley, eminent for its picturesque landscape and moderate climate. The place is close to my heart and has a paramount worth in my life as I have lived outstandingly foremost period of my life which includes my schooling, near about a total of 15 years, that’s a lot. Finishing school and moving to this part was my sole election and now in such a work oriented life, busy agenda doesn’t concede our way of living life and how we want to take up things. Recently I got an opportunity with profuse leaves firmly made me chose to visit Doon. At this age what else are we suppose to miss but our childhood, school life and for me Dehradun is the place to be. I left for Dehradun on 28 th July and zeroed in on to stay for 3 days. Day 1: After reaching the valley early morning on the 29 th July instead of comforting for the day I selected to make a visit to FRI better ident

The photowalks have moderately become shortened with the terrifically marked up Mercury level in the weather. It’s the month of June and we people in Delhi are painstakingly taking on the fatal heat, with no choice. My sessions of photography have gone to zilch since its going to be like committing a suicide if I intend to go out during anytime of the day, in this regard I must say winters are much better with contradiction to one of my blogs. Half a loaf is better than none. And with this I have to literally rethink on what I should put myself into during the blazing weekends of the summer 2013. So it was one of those days when I happened to stay back on an off day, reason I already mentioned above why I dint go out. After spending almost a lazy day doing nothing, my mother got me some Cherries to eat. Hence, I thought to bring forth the lazy day to end with some home based shoots and I got this:                      And, I find happiness in the small things I do with just

It seems that March flied with a Supersonic Jet speed as I feel that this has turned out to be a bustling month, totally. Having relatives around means less of alone time at home and more of merry making moments and time spending with them. In this tied up schedule we chose to go out for a small outing to some nearby place so we zeroed in on Taj Mahal, Agra, being at a short distance and gaining its remarkable significance in the history as well as in the existing world for bagging a win in the list of “seven wonders” was worth a jaunt. We left early morning from Delhi and on our way made a 60 minutes halt at Vrindavan to go over to the very famous Iskon Temple or Hare Ram Hare Krishna temple. Lord Krishna is the deity to whom the temple is dedicated. At Vrindavan the Iskon society also runs a boarding school on the lines of Gurukul wherein the students and teachers stay together and students learn things by observing their teachers. They also have a guest house in the temple pr

30th January Wednesday Today out of the blue, I planned to devote my time by exploring the local market till the noon and in the evening I elected to go to see the stream with my cousins. The stream was at a distance of a kilometer, downhill. So I took a leave from home in the morning with my aunt, after having a nice refreshing herbal tea which was a mix of rose hip/rose hep, mint, green leaves and saffron. My aunt knows umpteen varieties of herbal teas and generally prepares by mixing two-three lusty herbs hence, making it healthy and luscious. The local market is a place called Churag which is 8 Kilometers away from Kalasan. It's a market where all the people living on the near adjacent villages come to shop for not only essentials but for some good amount of other stuff too. It is a full blown one stop shop destination point for the rank and files. It was fascinating to see all the home townies yapping in their regional language (Himachali) and seeing them in their c

29th January Tuesday After having a ball the first day,  it's my second day in Kalasan, waking up early the first day combined with a day trip to Seri and around I happened to celebrate a little more sack time today. Late Tuesday morning munificently followed by delayed breakfast of my fave grub, Broccoli tossed salad. This brings to my mind to post that they grow a lot of stuff like Broccoli, Zucchini, Snow Peas, Cherry Tomatoes,   Capsicum (all possible colors), Parsley, Lettuce Iceberg and lot beyond, here. For more details one can check: http://www.knfarm.in/ I planned to spend rest of my flagging left out day at home so I took up site seeing as an only option to amuse myself. I went up to see the orchard, the fruits and veggies of the season, unfortunately that's the time when apples don't flower as the right time is from May-August.  Also we don't get to see emerald lush green meadows but discarded dried-up lands because of the unfavorable

Sunday (27th January) On the Sunday evening I left from Shimla for Kalasan at around 1730 hours. Kalasan is a village which is approx 95 Kms away from Shimla and it takes nearly 3 hours to reach by car. Kalasan’s a small village with a population of around 450. It lies in the district Mandi with an elevation of 1600 ft above sea level, hence it’s graded under apple cultivation index and other seasonal cropping concurrently. I came here to visit my maternal uncle and his family (aunt and two children) after two years. The first time I visited them i.e. approx 10 years ago, was such an experience that I was overwhelmed with the surroundings and got carried away with the ethereal beauty of this rare location. Since that time I have been making short visitations to this place. It will be an inequitable and burdensome sketch of the place to describe Kalasan in my words as one needs to confront with its own eyes. This place is one of the best destinations from my favorites. I reac

It all started when I noticed some work offs i.e. 26th January (Saturday) and of course 27th January (Sunday) consecutively approaching, resulting in a long weekend and there it was the commencement of planning as how to go about the holidays that are looming soon. Whenever I get an off from work I tend to do something particular as I don't like to waste the day sitting at home and doing “just” nothing. And a person like me always crave for such long weekends, it gives me time "my time". After thinking and getting fully over excited my witty itinerant mind spoke out to me, It convinced me to go for an excursion, a very short trip to a place which is nearby and can be done in two days. So, I thought and thought and thought a lot as which place to visit. But somehow the answer to my question was baffling as my ultimate best place (Himachal anyday) was the final answer. But to go there and come back in such short duration of two days was way too impossible. So I thought d

"Here I am taking on the pleasures of the bedazzled sunset by the lakeside. Divine lake remains disinterested, ignores to play with the impish wind tide" "The hideous trees made bewitching silhouettes and water being the backdrop. Bittersweet orange complexion on the lake bed, in midst of it I spotted a leaf drop" "All I want is peace; I want to hold the aroma of this lake to make me fresh from inside. I am attached to it as it calls me every time, wish I can make on it, one permanent abide"                                                Hauz Khas Lake at Hauz KhasVillage, Delhi.  

Like everyone I have a “not so small” wish-list, out of all countless wishes of the things I want to do, one is to collect a heap of books and to keep them safely so that they can be adorned onto the book shelf of my small reading room which I wish to have when I would have my own house and later in my old-age days these books can accompany me too. I don't know how to make the best use of books that we are already done with. Pass them on to someone else is not a good idea for me,  So like an intellectual human I would keep all my books to myself, safe. You can call me selfish. As I said here that I would click and write more this year, at the same time to add on to that I would also like to read more and more. I have an awful habit of picking up the books and somehow reading the books leisurely with consuming time so that I can take them with me to sleep more often or for more number of nights. This happens perpetually with me resulting in taking much more time to finish the

I was in transit when I came up with this not so bad idea. Delhi is in shivering cold and at the same time it's awarded with husky blanket of mist in the air so its apparent to have traffic-halts at regular duration  I took a great advantage of it today by scribbling down words on the window of our car , finally capturing it. I find winters depressing and baleful, each one of us are free to choose their respective favorite season though I am being a little personal here. Poor suffers the most. In this horrendous cold when we feel uncomfortable and chilly sitting at our homes then we all can imagine the terrible situations people are going through with no homes, need I say more. Secondly, I hate taking bath in this cold ridden temperature of 4'C or around.