Roznaamcha(dinachari)- Ek subah

Ek subah

 

Kabhi Kabhi din ki subah kuch zyaadi hi jaldi ho jaati hai mere liye,na jaane kyun suraj ki who pehli kiran ko meri kamre ki khitki se dekhne ka bahut jee chahtha hai,who bhi jab,tab neend zaroorat se zyaada sochne se chutkaara pane ke liye kee gayi ho toh.bas dheere se aakhen kholna aur ek nayi subah ki umeed main jaagne ka man kiya toh,suraj ki kirane ek taazgi laa deti hai,who toh mere liye umeed ke maseehon ki tarah lagte hain,kyun na ho, andheron ko cheerke humaare liye subah laate hai..chey baje tayyar hokar walk se zyaada band darwaazon se baahar chalne ka man karta hai.panchiyon ki aawaaz,aur suraj ki uthna aur in sabh main aasman ka rang,waah bhai waah,kisi bhi raat ke baad subah zaroori lag jaata hai..

Ravivar toh hum sabhee ko hota hai,bechaare paper denewale aur doodh denewaale ke siva,hum log toh bhool hi jaate hai,ki humaari Sunday special edition newspaper ke liye toh unhe baaki din ke tarah hi subah suraj uthne se pehle kaam shuru karna padta hai.ravivar hai,iska matlab yeh thodi na hai ki log apni vyayaam ko chutti de,so who logo bhi ramp par utar lete hai!ha yeh baat hai ki,us din kaaryasthal maane office hai janaab,unki bhaagam bhaag nahi hoti hai,toh ghar ki auroton ne shanivaar raat hi man bana liye honge ki kal toh ravivaar hai,aadha ghanta zyaada so sakte hai,bachon ko tayaar karne ke jhanjhat nahi hota,unki box,pati ke files..uff ravivar aakhir mere liye bhi hona chaahiye..yun chalta rehta hain unke man ka rail gaadi.arey yeh sab is liye keh rahe hai kyunki agar us din subah baahar nikalte he toh rasoi ki light nahi jal rahi hogi 6 bhaje,aur aangan bhi suna hoga,raste par toh aise sannaata chaayi hogi ki khud aapko shak hone lagega ki kya yeh meri hi shehar ki gali hai,hai raam,scooter,car aur toh aur buses ke bhi chutti hogi.gaadiyon ko goli maaro main toh chaahthi hu yeh kambhaqt  cell phone ko bhi ek subah ki chutti dena chaahiye,bechaara roz subah who bhi suraj se pehle uth jaata hai,jor se alarm bajaa kar!

Chalo in sabko man main liptaate thak jaate hain toh universal shaanthi van!park road ki taraf nikal padte hai.gate ke saamne “herbal chai”waala aapko ek muskaan de kar aapke swaagat karta hai,toh hume bhi lautaana padta hai.mujhe toh lagta hai ki use cid main bharthi karwaana chaahiye,bhai subah agar saara shehar ka news agar kisi ke paas hota hai toh sirf wahi sahib honge,aur toh aur kuch log hai jo unke param mitr hai,park main zyaada se zyaada do round lagaa kar chai waale ki agal bagal main apne apne sthaan ko alankrit kar lete hai,aur wahi saare log hai jo kuch samay baad park main aanewaale sabhi logon ki swaagat karte hai.aur abhi cid ki baat,chai waale se saari khabren sun kar woh cases solve karne lagta hai,aur toh aur government  ke bhi diplomatic decision ve hi lene lagte hai.sach main parliament sessions toh chai ke dukaan par kar shift lena chahiye,aakhir faisle toh khule aam honge, sacha jamhuriat maane democracy ka true spirit!!

Aur ek daud lagaate lagaate ek hamwaar jage pahunch jaate hai,toh bhai zaahir ho jaate hai hansi ke doctors!maane laughter club,bas man main ek hi khayaal aata hain,kya din bhar who haseen hoton par lagaa kar rakhenge?!khuda jaane.phir se daudne par milta hai za’eef logon ki adaalat,ek doosre ki ghar ki,bahuwon ki,pota potiyon ki,bachon ki aur aakhir main uth the samay apne sehat ki.sach main naahi main prejudice huyi hu naahi ha chori chupe sabhi ke baatein sunthi hu,bas baahar ki shor itna hota hai ki man ki khamoshi bhi dar jaata hai.sach main man toh kabhi khaamosh hoti hi nahi kyunki itna sab kuch toh sochthi rehthi hai.par sach main roz chahthi hu ki bhai aaj toh log subah ka sirf maze le,arey aisa saubhaagya kahaa,duniya ek bazaar ki tarah hota hai,aur shareer ke tarah aakhirkaar zabaan ko bhi vyayaam ki zaroorat hoti hai,mujse pooche toh kahoongi miya zabaan ko vyayaam ki nahi kuch pal aaraam ki zaroorat hoti hai!aur agar seedhi baaton main kahen toh roz subah main bhi chahthi hu ki yeh saari soch badle aur baaton ki dhang kuch alag hi ho..kaash sach ho jaata!aur toh aur ghor yaane seedhi baat main kahe toh meditation karne baith bhi jaaye toh man toh chupa rustum hai,khayaal yeh hota hai ki who apna swasthaan par hai,par woh toh kab ka ser ke liye nikal chuki  hogi.tab tak itna waqt dhal chukka hoga ki dimaag aur peth dono chillaa chillaa kar bataa rahe honge abbey chal uthna bahut hogaya yeh falsafa yaane tatwa jnaan bas chai peen ka waqt ho gaya,toh chalo hum bhi nikal padte hai humaare parliament ki taraf!subha ba-khair....

My Ahmedabad walkathon adventures!!

My Ahmedabad walkathon adventures!!

I m writing almost after six months or so after visiting d place.I wanted to write as soon as I came back,but had to leave for an unofficial tour of 15 days.after which it was back to work session and I m the most laziest to pick up after such a long gap!!Honestly I wont lyk to pick up my notes during xams,cause again big gap of 12 months!! 

It was a college trip,so no doubt ‘101 rules’,to break!!

A city which was familiar to me just for its soaring temperature until I watched a slide show presented by Ar.Yatin Pandya,few months before I left for trip made me excited to witness a ‘shifting culture’(its my term for a changing canvas in a city square which houses the livelihood of the ordinary city people)that makes it colourful,lively and a statement every second,that says ‘live on man!’.

Well I state it again!I gues minus temperature(ahem!it ws normal @ 38celcius!),it’s a place which any given day would say me,’live on’..

It was for a project work,on the top of it 10 days away from home,which definitely made my  mind inevitably click d ‘Y’ key!Since quoting d exact date takes away d excitement(I ve forgotten and again I need to leave this in half to search!!)some night trip started with me standing near the door of our compartment till my parents vanished into the crowd.It was day1,since it was the perfect weather when I woke up after a sleep-in-train,I sum how managed to read chaduranga’s collection to end dat day!I read in sum story,its indeed irksome wen the writer describes every stone and street while describing a place.Lemme cut it short,n say dat I reached ahmedabad!

The true day1,revealed its real colors once I stepped out of my a.c.room,it ws beginning to rise by 27-35 by afternoon.but mornings are the best,cause except for the tweets,here I mean  birds!The world sleeps in the bosom of silence,yes,indeed life starts on streets a li’l past 7.30a.m!Cause ahmedabad ppl know that stayin in India its our birth right to follow IST(indian standard timings!).I m an early riser(accidentally!).Staying in a 3 star hotel is really good uptil rooms,but when it cums to fud,its d typical English breakfast,which had I dared to eat would have been a sin,to b more precise,my mom says it wud b lyk,’bakasurana hottege are kaasina majjige!!”,for which I cumpltly agree wid my  mom.Inevitably it made me step out of the room,at 6.45a.m and gave me a chance to explore a small part of d city.I started randomly and reached a square.It was a scene which was pretty familiar to me,a scene repeated as many times in our bollywood,hoard of pigeon,but its was a beautiful sight.

I was able to sight a small ‘kaka chai angdi’ and ordered for a chai,and enjoyed it sipping it in a cumpltly filmy style.But it was d stares dat wer made me gulp down chai soon n march!after all d main course was still remaining,On further enquiry I was led to a place cald,lucky;s restaurant,ate’ maska bun’,for what it is famous for, a restaurant that is built around graves,at least 22 bright green coloured tombs of various shapes and sizes exist in this restaurant perhaps the reaturant exists amidst these tombs!! Trunks of trees shoot right out of the ceiling.

gravy amidst graves!!

 

Most singular experiences started happeningJ

Was yearning to hav a look at the new 5 n 10rs coins,perhaps,the owner gave me change almost evriday during my stay a new 10 n 5 rs coins!!

Wel,as an architecture student,and also as an interst as part of my other disastrous  faculties viz,p.graphy and writing..if dey might b cald so provided me with immense pleasure.the teen darwaza area,r d main market area,was realy enchanting.buzzing with life,d love garden to be honest night-in-gal(z)e,the ppl of course..

                                                    

Travelling in a 2^nd class train to jumping into an autorikshaw at 11.30p.m,to bumping into a DGP whose face had a big question mark(I didn’t know whether it was an exclamation!!due to less light from the street light besides which he was standing with his fellowmen in search of his ‘celebrity guest’!! to stares and glares that accompanied me every morning on my walkathon to explore another canvas,the crazy encounters are endless that did add a dash of colour and spirit to my lifeJ

The early morning walkathon sessions(as early as 6.30a.m)did make my fellow claaasmates sharing my room think a li’l weird about me!!I guess it was unusual for them to go out in an unknown place alone and as early as that hour of a day!

I was determined however that a trip to a new place would definitely be incomplete without  tasting exclusive local cuisine..n gujju food,I wud hav been a fool if I had not tasted it,besides I hav a sweet tooth..so indeed all conditions favoured me;)

So after bumping into the dgp,who of course was courteous to send his aide in finding me a gud restaurant near by,which of course turned out to be an all exclusive non vegetarian one!!at dat tym I dint hav much experience if I may daresay to sit with food explorers!!so made my way to a nearby store to ask for guidance,about a place where I can find exclusive gujju meals.n viola I found one amiable old man,who told me the names of 2 famous restaurants,but was some 2kms away from the place where I was put up,but it dint deter me the least.he also specifically tol me to ask for a particular sweet,pardon me of course I hav forgotten d name.@ 9.30pm, I did catch an auto,well if I wer to go I wud hav gone in a bus,but my roommates had gone out for shopping who told me dey l b back anytym!!n I had d key!!

So did catch an auto,did go to dose restaurants,to my utter shock dere except for  unlimited meals u get nthng,but as I said earlier I was fixed on tasting gujrathi meal!!n yum wer d sweets,was worth cumin so far!!wen I was back to my hotel after a sumptuous meal I was for a shock to c my rum mates earlier dan me tasting ‘d roti’….

But still excitement was remaining for I was to attend the night city visit..a peculiar one..organised by some city group,2 times a day..since d morning one was over..d 11’o clock walk was remaining…a design walk..rather that would take us through the city streets,bazaar area,havelis,etc.,the best way to a exlore a city would hav been mine..had I got a few others(it was in the requirements list!!) to accompany me at 11pm which was a gud 4-5 kms away from my place.thats how I missed out on the real fun of exploration but never the less the walkathon sessions where really filled with enriching experiences, hearing about the city from my hotel watchmen to autodrivers,meeting young ladies with their faces covered to escape form tan(it was strange for ‘me’),to eating exclusive gujrathi meal and picking up a few lines of gujrathi.. J”khem che”

 

 p.s:-phtography credits-my classmates!!;-)

guns n roses

Guns  n  Roses

Kashmir and khauff

A valley that’s been created by The Almighty with finest elements and with utmost care..

 

A valley with lush green of pines,fir,birch and laced with small white streams,coronated with the milky sky to be the most beautiful thing on earth,which compels anyone to utter those beautiful lines,

‘Agar jannat kahi hai,toh yahi hai,yahi hai,yahi hai..’

                                                                                                                                                                              

The endless precautionary advises,news flash about death toll does create an inexplicable effect on mind,which on entering the valley,we do experience it.There is a beauty that is hard to describe through words and also a silence,unending silence,that’s better to be termed ,’khauff’!Its hard to imagine that a valley like this that also has hoardes of pine,has in its bosom a lot of insane people(it’s a shame to call them humans!)who in turn start chanting verses of terror about azaadi and what not the whole day.Every ‘chowk’ is just a square of terror with our dutiful poilicemen watching from a distance,the full on action film!

I guess the beautiful girls in the traditional kashmiri dresses,the juicy apples,the smell of kobab(well this is just a piece of info!),kesari,pashmina,pahadis along with guns did make my  trip a memorable one!!

                 

Walking bare foot(to be honest it was trekking!!)till glaciers(just on the other side of the mountain that has amaranth) did make my trekking debut memorable ,and started the infamous riots which like our the celebrity B-town relationships on-off status recurred.Riots,as old as me,deaths as common as curfews and peace as rare as ‘rozi roti’!!

Despite terror,khauff and bliss,the valley of Kashmir reminds me of a line from an English movie(definitely do not remember the name!)like ‘its all a part of the charm’!

The terror,khauff and bliss make the valley as news in paper,people who are used to whole scenario think terror is as native to Kashmir as its natural bliss.I hope the next generation can just have sleep,play,snow,the smell of kobab,the juicy apples and PEACE!!                                                    

                           

Guns  n  Roses

Kashmir and khauff

A valley that’s been created by The Almighty with finest elements and with utmost care..

 

A valley with lush green of pines,fir,birch and laced with small white streams,coronated with the milky sky to be the most beautiful thing on earth,which compels anyone to utter those beautiful lines,

‘Agar jannat kahi hai,toh yahi hai,yahi hai,yahi hai..’

                                                                                                                                                                              

The endless precautionary advises,news flash about death toll does create an inexplicable effect on mind,which on entering the valley,we do experience it.There is a beauty that is hard to describe through words and also a silence,unending silence,that’s better to be termed ,’khauff’!Its hard to imagine that a valley like this that also has hoardes of pine,has in its bosom a lot of insane people(it’s a shame to call them humans!)
who in turn start chanting verses of terror about azaadi and what not the whole day.Every ‘chowk’ is just a square of terror with our dutiful poilicemen watching from a distance,the full on action film!

I guess the beautiful girls in the traditional kashmiri dresses,the juicy apples,the smell of kobab(well this is just a piece of info!),kesari,pashmina,pahadis along with guns did make my  trip a memorable one!!

                 

Walking bare foot(to be honest it was trekking!!)till glaciers(just on the other side of the mountain that has amaranth) did make my trekking debut memorable ,and started the infamous riots which like our the celebrity B-town relationships on-off status recurred.Riots,as old as me,deaths as common as curfews and peace as rare as ‘rozi roti’!!

Despite terror,khauff and bliss,the valley of Kashmir reminds me of a line from an English movie(definitely do not remember the name!)like ‘its all a part of the charm’!

The terror,khauff and bliss make the valley as news in paper,people who are used to whole scenario think terror is as native to Kashmir as its natural bliss.I hope the next generation can just have sleep,play,snow,the smell of kobab,the juicy apples and PEACE!!