Each morning,I wake up thinking about you,
Wondering what wonderful thing you would do,
And make this day bright and colorful,
Oh! With you,life is beautiful!
I hate to hear you groan or sigh,
I hate to see you cry,
I love you more when I see you being brave,
I love you more when,at times, you suddenly stop being naive
You have got your own space,you have got your style,
I love it when you want others to be happy all the while,
You have many abilities and some not,
But its more than sufficient whatever abilities you've got.
I complain,I grumble,
I shout,I stumble,
But I am glad I have you to show me my way,
I am so happy to see your face in the mirror everyday...:)
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Kindly don't think I have got a Multiple Personality Disorder or something like that.Usually,or rather mostly,good things happen when you start believing and loving yourself.
Is that vanity?No! Vanity is just the feeling of fake superiority of oneself over others.But loving oneself is living life without caring much about what others say about you!
So,Be Yourself! :)
Hey Aishwarya! Is this poem length okay?? :D
Cheers!
Happy Week Ahead! :)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tears of RAGE
When I was small,I was known amongst many for my bad temper.I would beat up my classmates,I would throw things around,scream like a girl gone mad,break things,stop eating,slam doors and so on.
Of course,my parents used to have a tough time controlling me...because when I was in the "angry-mode",there was no stopping me.People used to try to quieten me saying "You are a girl,you should be tolerant and demure,not fierce and angry!Such tempers are bad for you",and that used to make me more angry.
I was of the notion that when one is angry,he or she should just vent it out.And thats what I did.
Eventually,I cooled down,though not too much.Nowadays when I am very very very angry,I just keep silent or cry.People think me I am weak and all,but theres no other way to control the destruction that would follow my temper.
But at times,I feel-without any reason-uncontrollable,each cell of my body screams to tear something apart,my hands are anxious to throw something,and my voice wants to come out of the lungs in ultrasonic waves and just scream.
And all this happening in the middle of a boring lecture in my college!
I can't cry,I can't scream,I can't bang my desk,I can't throw my notebook,I can't scream and run away from my class...although all these seem very much the better options!
Eventually,I feel tired,worn out,like I have been given an injection for my adrenalin to lessen.But I have to keep my head up through another class too...oh God!
And hence come out my poetry that you all have (not all) have read below this post.
After the classes,I just go to my room,and pretending to be asleep,I cry.I cry and try to sooth my bursting head,try to find what exactly caused this strange anger which starts as abruptly as it ends.And I get no answer.
When in earlier days,I used to read the term "Tears Of Rage",I never understood how any person can cry being angry! But,it happens.
P.S:
The reason for my anger is not the lecturers (Although I would like to think so) nor my college.:P
And one more thing...I was born on the day of Shiv Ratri :P (HeeHee)
Of course,my parents used to have a tough time controlling me...because when I was in the "angry-mode",there was no stopping me.People used to try to quieten me saying "You are a girl,you should be tolerant and demure,not fierce and angry!Such tempers are bad for you",and that used to make me more angry.
I was of the notion that when one is angry,he or she should just vent it out.And thats what I did.
Eventually,I cooled down,though not too much.Nowadays when I am very very very angry,I just keep silent or cry.People think me I am weak and all,but theres no other way to control the destruction that would follow my temper.
But at times,I feel-without any reason-uncontrollable,each cell of my body screams to tear something apart,my hands are anxious to throw something,and my voice wants to come out of the lungs in ultrasonic waves and just scream.
And all this happening in the middle of a boring lecture in my college!
I can't cry,I can't scream,I can't bang my desk,I can't throw my notebook,I can't scream and run away from my class...although all these seem very much the better options!
Eventually,I feel tired,worn out,like I have been given an injection for my adrenalin to lessen.But I have to keep my head up through another class too...oh God!
And hence come out my poetry that you all have (not all) have read below this post.
After the classes,I just go to my room,and pretending to be asleep,I cry.I cry and try to sooth my bursting head,try to find what exactly caused this strange anger which starts as abruptly as it ends.And I get no answer.
When in earlier days,I used to read the term "Tears Of Rage",I never understood how any person can cry being angry! But,it happens.
P.S:
The reason for my anger is not the lecturers (Although I would like to think so) nor my college.:P
And one more thing...I was born on the day of Shiv Ratri :P (HeeHee)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Where Do I Belong?
The sun rises high, and the new day dawns.
This day is the 62nd Independence Day of the great nation called India.And I am proud of it.
But somehow,the pure joy and thrill that I used to experience during Republic Days and Independence Day isn't here this time.Why? Have I ceased to be Indian? No,I still love my country loads,and would die unshuddering for it if the need came.Then why this sudden indifference?
Nowadays,nothing touches me.Friendship Days,Valentine Days,New Year's Day,even my Birthday,or any festivals.They are,sadly,just numbers,and I look at them with grim eyes and just think of them as holidays.Nothing more.Does that mean I am not patriotic or human enough?
Well I don't know.But what I do know that Indians are pretty bad at knowing the geography/history/civics of their own country.
"Is Telugu spoken in Tamil Nadu?"
"Is Haryana in India?"
"Is the North-East really habitable?"
"Do the people in the North really eat only Burgers and Pizzas?"
"Do the people in the South always eat Idli and Dosa?"
Many people...or rather most people have come to terms with these questions and have disregarded them as the other's ignorance.But...yours truly does get hurt!
My life history goes like this: First 10 years of my life spent in Mathura (U.P),next 6 years in Guwahati (Assam),and 2 years in Panipat (Haryana),and 1 year (3 more to go!)in Chennai(Tamilnadu).
I would like to mention here that although many would be cynical that I have so openly told about my so-called-life-history,but seriously,no one can trace me to my place with those vague knowledge I have provided :P
I am originally from Tamil Nadu.I am proud of it.You can see me boiling with rage when someone says anything wrong about my place.I fight endlessly when someone says that Telugu is the language spoken in Tamil Nadu.I always brag about the great personalities of the state and tell tall stories about them as if I have literally lived in their neighbourhood.I always tell them about the difference in beliefs of the Southies and Northies.That should make me a good Tamilian,I guess.
But its not so.I hate it even more when people ask me "Oh God! How have you lived in the North-East this long? Isn't it dangerous?" And I feel like saying "Sure its dangerous.Its dangerous because nice people live there and you may fall in love with them.Nice scenaries are there and you may never want to lose sight of them."
I want to ask them "What do you know about the North-East?".
And even more than that...I hate it now when I hear someone say "I hate the Northies.They just don't have any culture".What culture are you talking about? The culture that permits you to joyfully stop the education of women so that the men are favoured? The culture that crushes the imaginative minds of young children and makes them all robotic and inhuman?
When you don't know about the Bhajans,Keertans,Chaar Dhaams,Padyaatras,the sacredness of Ganges,the purity of faith,the simplicity of prayer without being asked for the gothras and nakshatras,the feeling of festivity which is not restricted to one section of one sect of one faith one religion,then you don't know anything.
When you don't know about the variety of dishes prepared,all from different ingredients,all for a single festival,then you don't know what appetite is.
When you don't understand the sanctity of the three Oceans meeting,the fierce rage of a widow burning a town,the sacredness of a powerfull Lord...you know nothing.
Sometimes,I feel angry at my life.I wish I would have stayed at one place..and then I would have got that sense of belonging.Knowing a place fully is better that knowing many places in tidbits I believe.
I feel disillusioned at times.This,Chennai,is my native place so to say,But I don't feel I belong.Sometimes I have the urge to run back where my home is.But..run from what?Earlier,at times such as this,I used to comfort myself...thinking ha! I am a complete Indian then.But now,it takes all my efforts to convince my Head office that my claim may be true.
I guess in the end a person does return to his or her roots.Have I? Where is it that my heart feels secure?
Where do I belong?
"Ae Masakalli Masakalli,Ud Matakalli Matakalli"...a familiar hindi song! I look around to see a small girl singing this song as she passes me by.Perhaps,its not really that bad a condition.
India is,though slowly,indeed growing up.
This day is the 62nd Independence Day of the great nation called India.And I am proud of it.
But somehow,the pure joy and thrill that I used to experience during Republic Days and Independence Day isn't here this time.Why? Have I ceased to be Indian? No,I still love my country loads,and would die unshuddering for it if the need came.Then why this sudden indifference?
Nowadays,nothing touches me.Friendship Days,Valentine Days,New Year's Day,even my Birthday,or any festivals.They are,sadly,just numbers,and I look at them with grim eyes and just think of them as holidays.Nothing more.Does that mean I am not patriotic or human enough?
Well I don't know.But what I do know that Indians are pretty bad at knowing the geography/history/civics of their own country.
"Is Telugu spoken in Tamil Nadu?"
"Is Haryana in India?"
"Is the North-East really habitable?"
"Do the people in the North really eat only Burgers and Pizzas?"
"Do the people in the South always eat Idli and Dosa?"
Many people...or rather most people have come to terms with these questions and have disregarded them as the other's ignorance.But...yours truly does get hurt!
My life history goes like this: First 10 years of my life spent in Mathura (U.P),next 6 years in Guwahati (Assam),and 2 years in Panipat (Haryana),and 1 year (3 more to go!)in Chennai(Tamilnadu).
I would like to mention here that although many would be cynical that I have so openly told about my so-called-life-history,but seriously,no one can trace me to my place with those vague knowledge I have provided :P
I am originally from Tamil Nadu.I am proud of it.You can see me boiling with rage when someone says anything wrong about my place.I fight endlessly when someone says that Telugu is the language spoken in Tamil Nadu.I always brag about the great personalities of the state and tell tall stories about them as if I have literally lived in their neighbourhood.I always tell them about the difference in beliefs of the Southies and Northies.That should make me a good Tamilian,I guess.
But its not so.I hate it even more when people ask me "Oh God! How have you lived in the North-East this long? Isn't it dangerous?" And I feel like saying "Sure its dangerous.Its dangerous because nice people live there and you may fall in love with them.Nice scenaries are there and you may never want to lose sight of them."
I want to ask them "What do you know about the North-East?".
And even more than that...I hate it now when I hear someone say "I hate the Northies.They just don't have any culture".What culture are you talking about? The culture that permits you to joyfully stop the education of women so that the men are favoured? The culture that crushes the imaginative minds of young children and makes them all robotic and inhuman?
When you don't know about the Bhajans,Keertans,Chaar Dhaams,Padyaatras,the sacredness of Ganges,the purity of faith,the simplicity of prayer without being asked for the gothras and nakshatras,the feeling of festivity which is not restricted to one section of one sect of one faith one religion,then you don't know anything.
When you don't know about the variety of dishes prepared,all from different ingredients,all for a single festival,then you don't know what appetite is.
When you don't understand the sanctity of the three Oceans meeting,the fierce rage of a widow burning a town,the sacredness of a powerfull Lord...you know nothing.
Sometimes,I feel angry at my life.I wish I would have stayed at one place..and then I would have got that sense of belonging.Knowing a place fully is better that knowing many places in tidbits I believe.
I feel disillusioned at times.This,Chennai,is my native place so to say,But I don't feel I belong.Sometimes I have the urge to run back where my home is.But..run from what?Earlier,at times such as this,I used to comfort myself...thinking ha! I am a complete Indian then.But now,it takes all my efforts to convince my Head office that my claim may be true.
I guess in the end a person does return to his or her roots.Have I? Where is it that my heart feels secure?
Where do I belong?
"Ae Masakalli Masakalli,Ud Matakalli Matakalli"...a familiar hindi song! I look around to see a small girl singing this song as she passes me by.Perhaps,its not really that bad a condition.
India is,though slowly,indeed growing up.
Monday, August 10, 2009
:(...The beautiful face that lies....:)
When I go to college everyday,
There is this girl whom I meet on my way,
Who is always cheerful and happy,
She is so sweet-she is many girl's envy...
She laughs she giggles she frowns and questions,
And each time,her beauty seemed to have no ends,
She speaks with certainty,she knows what she is doing,
And from her sharp eyes,nothing is ever hidden...
Everyone wants to talk to her,
Everyone wants to listen to her,
She is always liked by everyone,
After all,being with her is always fun...
She returns to her house to find it empty,
She knew her mother was in hospital,ill & weak,
Her father is nowhere around either,
As he is tending to her mother..
Today,she had won a prize for her beautiful singing,
But she has no one to share her happiness of winning,
Friends,she has,who are more jealous than happy for her,
They all think she needs no other...
Each day,she wishes everything would be fine,
Each day,she wishes she would die,
She cannot bear the torture of returning to an empty home,
She cannot bear to be ,each day,in the eye of the storm...
Each night,her pillow is wet with tears,
Each night,her heart wants someone to drive away her fears,
She wished she had friends who would understand and support her,
She wished she had friends who didn't pity her...
All this,I didn't know,till I looked into her eyes,
And the pain that reflected made me realise,
The face and the lifestyle often tell lies...
"Hello! How are you?" I said to her,extending my hand and my friendship,with a warm smile...:)
Cheers!
Have a happy week ahead!!!!
:)
There is this girl whom I meet on my way,
Who is always cheerful and happy,
She is so sweet-she is many girl's envy...
She laughs she giggles she frowns and questions,
And each time,her beauty seemed to have no ends,
She speaks with certainty,she knows what she is doing,
And from her sharp eyes,nothing is ever hidden...
Everyone wants to talk to her,
Everyone wants to listen to her,
She is always liked by everyone,
After all,being with her is always fun...
She returns to her house to find it empty,
She knew her mother was in hospital,ill & weak,
Her father is nowhere around either,
As he is tending to her mother..
Today,she had won a prize for her beautiful singing,
But she has no one to share her happiness of winning,
Friends,she has,who are more jealous than happy for her,
They all think she needs no other...
Each day,she wishes everything would be fine,
Each day,she wishes she would die,
She cannot bear the torture of returning to an empty home,
She cannot bear to be ,each day,in the eye of the storm...
Each night,her pillow is wet with tears,
Each night,her heart wants someone to drive away her fears,
She wished she had friends who would understand and support her,
She wished she had friends who didn't pity her...
All this,I didn't know,till I looked into her eyes,
And the pain that reflected made me realise,
The face and the lifestyle often tell lies...
"Hello! How are you?" I said to her,extending my hand and my friendship,with a warm smile...:)
Cheers!
Have a happy week ahead!!!!
:)
Saturday, August 1, 2009
And I Died As Me....
I was lying on the road,bruised and broken,
I was breathing slowly,I was so shaken,
Somewhere nearby,a child's cry pierced like a whiplash,
But,it was going to live,it was saved from the crash....
"You can't do that",someone had told me at school,
"You can't do anything right,you are a fool"
The little kid that I was,I was taken aback,
And since then,confidence I had always lacked...
"Call the ambulance!" someone screamed by my side,
Someone dabbed my wounds that had split wide,
"You are going to live",someone tried to assure me,
And with that,I returned to my reverie of memories...
"Why you are like this?"my teacher had asked,when I was young,
"Why can't you be like someone else?"and the question had stung,
And since then,I buried my identity,
And always tried to be the person others wanted me to be...
"You will live!" the cry was hysteric,
The blood was so much,it could make anyone sick,
I didn't want to die,Oh Lord forgive me for my sins,
I would never again be myself,but forgive me for the time as this....
"Don't try,its no use,the vehicle is too fast!"someone had shouted,
When I had plunged into the traffic,and saving the child I had intended,
And then pushed the child off the road and away from the traffic,
It was too late when I realized I myself was hit...
All that pain,all the words,came flooding back,
They made me realize of all the things I had lacked,
But suddenly,the pain was gone,I felt peaceful and free,
When finally my heart stopped,I was smiling...I was happy that I died as me....
I was breathing slowly,I was so shaken,
Somewhere nearby,a child's cry pierced like a whiplash,
But,it was going to live,it was saved from the crash....
"You can't do that",someone had told me at school,
"You can't do anything right,you are a fool"
The little kid that I was,I was taken aback,
And since then,confidence I had always lacked...
"Call the ambulance!" someone screamed by my side,
Someone dabbed my wounds that had split wide,
"You are going to live",someone tried to assure me,
And with that,I returned to my reverie of memories...
"Why you are like this?"my teacher had asked,when I was young,
"Why can't you be like someone else?"and the question had stung,
And since then,I buried my identity,
And always tried to be the person others wanted me to be...
"You will live!" the cry was hysteric,
The blood was so much,it could make anyone sick,
I didn't want to die,Oh Lord forgive me for my sins,
I would never again be myself,but forgive me for the time as this....
"Don't try,its no use,the vehicle is too fast!"someone had shouted,
When I had plunged into the traffic,and saving the child I had intended,
And then pushed the child off the road and away from the traffic,
It was too late when I realized I myself was hit...
All that pain,all the words,came flooding back,
They made me realize of all the things I had lacked,
But suddenly,the pain was gone,I felt peaceful and free,
When finally my heart stopped,I was smiling...I was happy that I died as me....
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
All I need is....You
I never said,I never expressed,
Every emotion I suppressed,
I tried to show I can live without you,
But all I need is you...
I turn away from you,not wanting to look into your eyes,
They can see that I am telling you lies,
I laugh,I smile,I seem happy to every person I am talking to,
But deep down inside,all I need is you....
I hate it when you say you love me,
I hate it when you say our friendship is for eternity,
I was proud as I thought I needed no one to see life through,
But now I say,all I need is you...
I don't want to see that you are worried for me,
I don't want you to know what you mean to me,
Its all pride, and its all ego,
But put them aside,all I need is you...
I hate you when you don't listen,
I hate you when you don't say anything,
I hate you when you say the only person who knows everything about me is you...
But,I need you.
Don't be hurt by my silence,I am a wounded soul,
Don't try to heal me,I would strike back with words too hurtful,
Don't push me to be smiling forcefully when instead tears would flow
Just keep this in mind,I need you....
Every emotion I suppressed,
I tried to show I can live without you,
But all I need is you...
I turn away from you,not wanting to look into your eyes,
They can see that I am telling you lies,
I laugh,I smile,I seem happy to every person I am talking to,
But deep down inside,all I need is you....
I hate it when you say you love me,
I hate it when you say our friendship is for eternity,
I was proud as I thought I needed no one to see life through,
But now I say,all I need is you...
I don't want to see that you are worried for me,
I don't want you to know what you mean to me,
Its all pride, and its all ego,
But put them aside,all I need is you...
I hate you when you don't listen,
I hate you when you don't say anything,
I hate you when you say the only person who knows everything about me is you...
But,I need you.
Don't be hurt by my silence,I am a wounded soul,
Don't try to heal me,I would strike back with words too hurtful,
Don't push me to be smiling forcefully when instead tears would flow
Just keep this in mind,I need you....
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Journeys...
Have you ever travelled to Tawang in Arunachal Pradesh? It takes two days to travel from Guwahati to Bomdila and then to Tawang.Its nearly on the border between India and China (forgive me if I am wrong...I used to sleep during the geography classes :P).
Well,the sights are wonderful...but at times one gets disillusioned...is this the only road to reach that place? One landslide or one heavy snowfall can cut-off that town from the rest of the country!
When you are on your way to Tawang through thick forest and hardly any life,abruptly at some place pops up a temple and a little shop beside it.In the middle of the jungle.You can't help but wonder about the priest in there and the shopkeeper.As always,one gives the simplest explanation:"They are used to it".
Again,at the point where the grassy cover abruptly gives way to snow,you find a little shop where they make tea and have a large stock of Maggi Noodles! Cold wind,cold weather,snow all around and then hot Maggi and tea!!
Seriously,thats one trip that I would like to undertake.Not to see the "Madhuri Lake"(Supposedly the lake where some song was shot for the movie Koyla starring SRK and Madhuri Dixit :P)...nor for the snow-snow all around...but for the long travel through 2 states..Assam and Arunachal Pradesh...which still reminds me of the pretty narrow roads across mountains...where one wrong turn would take us down,and one landslide would take us up.
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Have you ever travelled to Panipat in Haryana? From Delhi.Its not really any spectacular place...but again,the journey from Delhi to Panipat is pretty much enjoyable...for me at least.Thats where my home is.:)
Imagine travelling in peak winter afternoon (when its cold in delhi although theres a warm sun).
And as you go on and on,see the fields covered in a misty haze,the smell of winter air,and in the middle of that,the smell of hot aloo parantha with fresh makhan on top it when you stop by at a Dhaba....too good!
In summers,you would see Sunflowers smiling at the sun,and Sarso(I don't know what to call it in English :( ) and dusty roads...still,its lovable!
Out of nowhere pop up some villages,buffaloes,dhabas etc etc...and one would be glued to the window!
I always love going to Panipat...it signifies going home!:)
From Panipat,its the road to Kurukshetra thats pretty cool.Huge trees lined up on either sides,a smooth road...as if someone is making you relax!
Beyond Kurukshetra,you get to go to Ambala then Chandigarh,and though their roads are pretty good too...still,my favourite remains Delhi-Panipat-Kurukshetra.:)
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Have you been to Shillong in Meghalaya? Its a cool town-city....at some place where anyone would have denied that life existed.Tilted roads,overcrowding vehicles in narrow lanes...really...fabulous!
More than that,its the journey to Cherrapunji from Shillong.The road seems to stretch on and on,and the mountains seem to look upon you with curiousity.Higher and higher,you go on,until you see the clouds on the roads and your vehicle zooming past them:Thats indication enough that you have arrived at the world's most wettest place.The clouds had covered the whole view of the Seven Sisters' Falls...and just as we were about to turn back,the curtain drew back and we could see the (more than)Seven-Sister's Falls! Spectacular View.
As you go on,you would see little-big houses,and you can't help but wonder and envy the people living in them...they are lucky in a way...they've got their own world...
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Have you travelled to Pondicherry? Well I don't really remember much of it,but I do remember a road running parallel to the seaside.And the sea looks pretty inviting too! :).
Once in Pondicherry,you wonder you are really in India or not.Seriously,the streets look different..in fact...most of the things look a bit different! Houses,buildings,roads..etc etc!
Its one journey where I found the sea by my side...just one stop and one can run to the beaches! :)
And in all of these trips,its the journey that has enthralled me always......
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Roads.
They teach loads of things,right?
The mysterious roads to Tawang seem to tell about life...where at times one has no other option but to follow one path.It can be dangerous,but if we are steady enough and catch hold of ourselves from falling over,we get what we want (Like the Maggi Noodles! :) )
They also tell us to go on,through twists and turns and scary phases....and not to stop!
I don't know what the roads to-and-fro Panipat tell...but let me put it to diversifying our lives.(Well,because there are 3 lanes on either side! :D)
The roads to-and-fro Shillong-Cherrapunji tell about those times in life where going further just when we thought everything was over can change our lives around.(I don't know why,but it seems so to my Head office..like the clouds whispered to me to go further.)
The Pondicherry roads tell about taking a break at times in life...and enjoy the seaside view!
So what other roads tell about? I don't know...most roads are pretty arrogant and don't talk much...it shows in their loopholes! :P
P.S:
1.There are other roads which I would love to mention too....but I can't find the words for them.
I'll surely write about them too(when I get the words;for now,the words are flying :P)!
You also tell about the roads/trips which have remained in your heart and why?
2.If you are confused whether I was talking about the roads or the journey...then...well journey takes place on roads...right? :D
Cheers!
Have a happy and smiling week ahead! :)
Well,the sights are wonderful...but at times one gets disillusioned...is this the only road to reach that place? One landslide or one heavy snowfall can cut-off that town from the rest of the country!
When you are on your way to Tawang through thick forest and hardly any life,abruptly at some place pops up a temple and a little shop beside it.In the middle of the jungle.You can't help but wonder about the priest in there and the shopkeeper.As always,one gives the simplest explanation:"They are used to it".
Again,at the point where the grassy cover abruptly gives way to snow,you find a little shop where they make tea and have a large stock of Maggi Noodles! Cold wind,cold weather,snow all around and then hot Maggi and tea!!
Seriously,thats one trip that I would like to undertake.Not to see the "Madhuri Lake"(Supposedly the lake where some song was shot for the movie Koyla starring SRK and Madhuri Dixit :P)...nor for the snow-snow all around...but for the long travel through 2 states..Assam and Arunachal Pradesh...which still reminds me of the pretty narrow roads across mountains...where one wrong turn would take us down,and one landslide would take us up.
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Have you ever travelled to Panipat in Haryana? From Delhi.Its not really any spectacular place...but again,the journey from Delhi to Panipat is pretty much enjoyable...for me at least.Thats where my home is.:)
Imagine travelling in peak winter afternoon (when its cold in delhi although theres a warm sun).
And as you go on and on,see the fields covered in a misty haze,the smell of winter air,and in the middle of that,the smell of hot aloo parantha with fresh makhan on top it when you stop by at a Dhaba....too good!
In summers,you would see Sunflowers smiling at the sun,and Sarso(I don't know what to call it in English :( ) and dusty roads...still,its lovable!
Out of nowhere pop up some villages,buffaloes,dhabas etc etc...and one would be glued to the window!
I always love going to Panipat...it signifies going home!:)
From Panipat,its the road to Kurukshetra thats pretty cool.Huge trees lined up on either sides,a smooth road...as if someone is making you relax!
Beyond Kurukshetra,you get to go to Ambala then Chandigarh,and though their roads are pretty good too...still,my favourite remains Delhi-Panipat-Kurukshetra.:)
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Have you been to Shillong in Meghalaya? Its a cool town-city....at some place where anyone would have denied that life existed.Tilted roads,overcrowding vehicles in narrow lanes...really...fabulous!
More than that,its the journey to Cherrapunji from Shillong.The road seems to stretch on and on,and the mountains seem to look upon you with curiousity.Higher and higher,you go on,until you see the clouds on the roads and your vehicle zooming past them:Thats indication enough that you have arrived at the world's most wettest place.The clouds had covered the whole view of the Seven Sisters' Falls...and just as we were about to turn back,the curtain drew back and we could see the (more than)Seven-Sister's Falls! Spectacular View.
As you go on,you would see little-big houses,and you can't help but wonder and envy the people living in them...they are lucky in a way...they've got their own world...
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Have you travelled to Pondicherry? Well I don't really remember much of it,but I do remember a road running parallel to the seaside.And the sea looks pretty inviting too! :).
Once in Pondicherry,you wonder you are really in India or not.Seriously,the streets look different..in fact...most of the things look a bit different! Houses,buildings,roads..etc etc!
Its one journey where I found the sea by my side...just one stop and one can run to the beaches! :)
And in all of these trips,its the journey that has enthralled me always......
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Roads.
They teach loads of things,right?
The mysterious roads to Tawang seem to tell about life...where at times one has no other option but to follow one path.It can be dangerous,but if we are steady enough and catch hold of ourselves from falling over,we get what we want (Like the Maggi Noodles! :) )
They also tell us to go on,through twists and turns and scary phases....and not to stop!
I don't know what the roads to-and-fro Panipat tell...but let me put it to diversifying our lives.(Well,because there are 3 lanes on either side! :D)
The roads to-and-fro Shillong-Cherrapunji tell about those times in life where going further just when we thought everything was over can change our lives around.(I don't know why,but it seems so to my Head office..like the clouds whispered to me to go further.)
The Pondicherry roads tell about taking a break at times in life...and enjoy the seaside view!
So what other roads tell about? I don't know...most roads are pretty arrogant and don't talk much...it shows in their loopholes! :P
P.S:
1.There are other roads which I would love to mention too....but I can't find the words for them.
I'll surely write about them too(when I get the words;for now,the words are flying :P)!
You also tell about the roads/trips which have remained in your heart and why?
2.If you are confused whether I was talking about the roads or the journey...then...well journey takes place on roads...right? :D
Cheers!
Have a happy and smiling week ahead! :)
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