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Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Kathmandu, the Heritage City
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
The City of Swami Vivekanand, Tagore and Netaji
I have heard Calcutta stories since childhood from my bengali friend Rinku,
thanks to her annual trips to 'Cal'. She was born and brought up in Doon and
was as North Indian as any Sharma or Verma girl, But she used to transform into a
Tagore's heroine during those 9 Pujo days. Now blogs, FB and books keep Kolkata
alive in my psyche.
Howrah Bridge and Victoria memorial were in my mind when I planned a trip to
Kolkata on a friend's persuasion, but I came back with a heart full of reverence for
the gems Bengal had produced.
Door to eternal adda of bhadralok
Time to buy a souvenir
Day 2
Dakshineswar Temple is a visitor's delight, may be because of it is spacious and there was order. No crowded mob to push you. The queue I joined at the nearby bridge reached the temple in an hour or so, but it was a smooth walk.
Jitne mat, utne path
Howrah Bridge:
Thakurbari:
Gurudev's home, now a museum
Netaji Bhawan
It would be an emotional moment for any Indian to visit the house of our supreme hero.
Day 3Sunderbans visit needs at least 3 days. In a day I could only have a round in a steamer boat and came back within an hour or two.
On the way back:
How cool it is to have your own pond beside your house with lots of fish.
Hunger bites
Saturday, March 23, 2024
MiL's Diary
After
finishing middle school, I joined Sevagram Ashram, Wardha in Maharashtra, where
I studied for two years. Soon after my return, I was married to a history
lecturer posted in a college in Rudraprayag, Uttarakhand, which was a charming
little town with friendly people. The Inter college, where my husband was
teaching was not yet recognised and there was a time when we did not get salary
for 11 months. It seems unbelievable now, but there was no dearth of ration,
wood, milk, vegetables, fruits etc at home, thanks to the shopkeepers who used
to send everything on our grocery list on monthly basis. Bills were paid only when
we got our arrears and the Swami Sachhidanand College got government
recognition. Our two elder sons Yatindra and Dhirendra were born there. Our
dear nephew Govind, a brilliant student and a loving child, kept us in good
humour.
My
husband was more of a friend to me. We read many books together, and we would
read by taking turns, chapterwise. Phanishwarnath ‘Renu's’ Maila Anchal,
Acharya Chatursen Shastri's Vaishali ki Nagarvadhu, the Bhagava Gita
are the ones I particularly remember. Once I was busy in the kitchen and he
called me, " arre suno, kitna achha likha hai" (see, how well it is
written). He was reading the Bhagwat Gita. The discussion went on for a
long time till we could smell the burning milk in the kitchen.
Soon we
were transferred to our home district Uttarkashi. My younger son Girish and
daughter Manju were born in our village Raturisera. There I was unanimously
elected for the position of Gram Pradhan. I completed two terms and was the
only woman among the forty Gram Pradhans. Later I was offered the chairmanship
of Samaj Kalyan Vibhag, where I volunteered for nine fruitful years. At one
time, we were given a grant from the department, for ten women from different
villages to go on a tour to any place we wanted. Many women were interested but
could not leave the house. A world of chores like looking after the cattle,
cooking, and agriculture depended on them. To exhaust the grant, with the
permission of the District Magistrate, we organised a ten-day camp. We invited
experts in various fields to deliver lectures on healthcare, animal husbandry,
food preservation etc Around fifty women from three villages attended the camp.
Looking after the Anganwadis was one of my main duties, for which I was given an
assistant, a vehicle, and a driver. It was very fulfilling to be able to help
women turn around their lives through the government schemes.
Now, I
stay with my sons in Mumbai, Delhi, and Kanpur. I read, watch TV, and enjoy my
short walks in this beautiful and pollution free campus of IIT Kanpur.
Sunday, August 06, 2023
सफलता के संघर्ष - आत्मकथा
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
The Golden Years by Ruskin Bond
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Tuesday, October 11, 2022
Tales from Barog, HP
Any mountain would do if you are in good company, I thought when three of us were planning our vacation. We met at the chic and charming city of Chandigarh. Within half an hour of driving we were at the Pinjore Gardens, at the foothills of lower Shivalik range of the Himalayas. Although we enjoyed the shady pathways and lawns, later I found out all that we missed at Pinjore. If I ever go there again, I would run to The Bhima Devi Temple (dating from between 8th to 11th century) a baoli i.e stepwell and a museum, which google says, are in the same locality.
कोई हाथ भी न मिलाएगा जो गले मिलोगे तपाक से
ये नए मिज़ाज का शहर है ज़रा फ़ासले से मिला करो
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दुश्मनी जम कर करो लेकिन ये गुंजाइश रहे
जब कभी हम दोस्त हो जाएँ तो शर्मिंदा न हों
- Basheer Badr
दुनिया भी अजब सराये-फ़ानी देखी
हर चीज यहां की आनी जानी देखी
जो आ के न जाये वह बुढ़ापा देखा
जो जा के न आये, वह जवानी देखी।
~ मीर अनीस लखनवी