Ajmer Trip

Dargah Ajmer

' Love towards all malice towards none.'



View from the Jain Temple...


One of the Vibrant lanes of Pushkar

A Pet's Tale

The moment I read a few lines of the post (Nanoo) I had a dejà vu.

Back from school I found my elder sis and bro arguing about a blackish-brown pup who was sitting comfortably in the corner .A cleanliness freak, she didn’t want the pup to stay .I didn’t know whom to support as keeping a pet was a big responsibility too.

In the evening when bro was off to play cricket didi put the pup in a bag and went for a long cycle ride and left it 5 km away from home. To her horror she found the pup on our doorstep the next morning and before she knew Ronny had already learnt to shake hands.

Popular amongst the kids, she had regular lil visitors leaning on our railingin the evenings. Dad was still paying back the house loan but it was called ‘Ronny’s House’ by many.

During the chilled winters of Dehradun she preferred to sleep in one of our rooms, a verbal instruction was enough to send her back to her room. But what amazes/ intrigues me most even today that how cd she make out that who was passing by the main road outside the gate. She wd growl just before we heard the sound of lifting the latch of the gate.

It was a busy road. People and two wheelers wd pass by but the moment someone was about to open our gate, not even touched, she wd bark even though she wd be sleeping in the innermost room of the house.

I took my board exams, graduation, Post grad, took a job and then got married and even later Ronny was always in the background .Thirteen years is a long time after all.

After few years when bro got married everyone (friends) said Ronny should have lived to see this happy occasion, the way we say about an elder of the family who is no more.


Pets give us so much but leave a pain forever when they leave us.

Pics from the classroom

 

Teaching the lil ones in school was one of my short term goals(In the line of '5 Year Plans".I hope to explore other goals and enjoy them in the years to come.But right now I'm missing what I did in past 5 years ..

Teacher's Day

When does rest of the world celebrate Teacher's Day?
Do they celebrate it at all.

Gold!!!@ Beijing

Congrats India!!

Congrats Abhinav

Mumbai

Last week I visited Mumbai for the first time.The city looked like a film which I've already seen,as all the places,roads and their names looked so familiar.Thanks to our hindi films.

Though beaches disappointed me but I loved the promenades.

I saw 'Mannat'and 'Jalsa' but I couldn't resist taking a photograph when I was told that this building belongs to our very own Lata Mangeshkar.

-Vandy.

PP

While browsing the net I landed here

and got to read the post titled PP which instantly brought a smile on my lips.

During pre PCO days pp (PADOSI KA PHONE) was the source of many good/bad news from relatives and friends .I don’t remember any padosi feeling disturbed or irritated when he had to call his neighbour to receive calls. But those were the days when we had the padosis in the true sense of the word.

Now let me tell the reason to smile:
During mid 80ies,we lived in Pauri Garhwal. The place we lived at was away from the city.We had to climb down quite a distance to reach the school and then climb UP the same distance to get back to the ‘Officers Colony’ which had only five houses. There was one more house which belonged to an Engineer of Jal sansthaan (‘waterworks’).

In those five houses, for a few months,only we had a Phone. Our engineer friend got this facility later but for some time Srivastava uncle had to depend on our phone for his official calls, which were quite frequent as the nature of his job required it. To call him we had to walk down quite a bit. So we had a‘who will go’ look on our faces whenever he got a call. Still it was fine with us.

One winter afternoon we were startled by a sound of a pebble hitting our tin roof. We came out to check who did it!! We looked up(the motor road) and saw our very jovial Shah uncle who was the SP city. He said (loudly) that he was passing by and just wanted to say hello but didn’t hv the time to climb down (to reach our house).

After that day we just had to throw a pebble on the tin roof of the person we had to call.

Anyone who heard or saw us doing that had a good laugh.