Happy Birthday Dombuuuuu!!!!
My life is a train with a single coach. Not enough space for a lot of travellers. But it’s assured that the travellers shall receive my nod before they board. And because I’m a man of small set of people and even smaller means, I have to make the most of what I spend and whom I spend it on. I set my fare and I set my limits to what you get and how much. But I assure you, it’ll be fun!
I’m a man of only 3 languages – English, Hindi and Respect. If I have to explain any view to any stranger – foreigner or alien, these are the only languages I’ll use. I have nothing else in my arsenal. Sign language perhaps, but it’s really not my forte. I’ll possibly show them the green and try to explain the similarities between their world and ours. Make them comfortable. A Blue Label peg ought to lighten them up. I’ll make my guests take a window seat in my train, and let them get amazed at the pace and the beauty of the journey. North, South, East, West, Rains, Sun, Dawn, Dusk, Clouds, Architecture, nearly everything under the beautiful blue skies and anything that can meet the eye at that fanatic pace.
They’ll find it difficult at first but with exercise and training, they’ll start to see their own world through my eyes. Different colors and a different perspective of life.
I’ll probably let them jot down their thoughts in their own language or script and later translate them myself to publish on my blog. That way I’ll understand their language too making the entire journey a dialogue.
Let me dedicate a song for the night too. It’s one of my all time favorites –
Lets find out hows others will entertain me –
- Misconceptions About Women: Clothes | She Writes
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Journeyman
- when your body senses | y
- action | yi-ching lin photography
- Looking out my back door: Spiders in the Toilet. | fibijeeves
- The Match (Part 3) The Note | The Jittery Goat
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- Voices | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Achtung!! | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- DP Daily Prompt: Out My Back Door | Sabethville
- of obsessions | Anawnimiss
- The door within a door | Kate Murray
- Through my back door | One Educator’s Life
- [M.M.X.I.V. 93] So near yet so far | Never A Worry
- Daily Prompt: Out my back door | Love your dog
- Would martians like my chairs? | The Flavored Word
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | nowathome
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/prompt-back-door/Our Back 40 | Living and Lovin
- Between Windows… | The Pagal Banjaara
- Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Life Confusions
- Come Play on My Island | pandora’s island 2
- Mother Nature Likes to Play Tricks on us – WANGSGARD
- You can take the girl from the country, but not the country from the girl | marjanitalarosa
- Through My Back Windows | Awake & Dreaming
- Dreary But Encouraging Day | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Daily Prompt: Looking out my front door | That Montreal Girl
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Yet to Know | Shawn Daily
- Someone « Averil Dean
- Daily Post Prompt: Back Door | thoughts and entanglements
- Potential, patience, plumsauce fairies and piccadillies in a winter and boy’s wonderland « psychologistmimi
- Sunrise | Vampire Maman
- Our Backyard | wisskko’s blog
- The View | Flowers and Breezes
- Yikes! | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: Looking Out My Back Door | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- My back yard | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- The Garden… | Haiku By Ku
- Lookin’ Out My Back Window | Random & Real
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Life is great
- The Setting Sun | Green Embers
- Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Elementary Verse
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | A Mixed Bag
- Spring Residence for Mr and Mrs Mallard | Prompt Me Please
- I’m a back door man | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- Thoughtful Thursday – Honoring Aida Cruz, not Bill Gates | Emotional Fitness
- Handsome Fellow | The Zombies Ate My Brains
- The View From the Back Window
- Lookin’ out back window | Random & Real
- Looking back | Mindful Digressions
- A Dialogue | Views Splash!
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Bob’s Blog-O-Rama
- Lookin’ Out My Back Window – (Daily Prompt) | Roving Bess
- The Walls That Are | That Ms Know It All
- Daily promt – Looking out my back door | myjourneyeveryday
- Daily Prompt: Being Descriptive! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | My Atheist Blog
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ out my back door « MARGARET ROSE STRINGER
- My Back Yard, Then and Now | A mom’s blog
- Blooming Beauties | LenzExperiments
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Po’ Girl Shines
- Night View | The Living Mirage
- Looking for Hope | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
- View of Spring (Daily Prompt Challenge) | Ana Linden
- Out Past the Back Glass (A Poem) | meanderedwanderings
- Mountains on her brow | thejimmieG
- Outside my back door | mombox
- The House Party – Compass & Quill
- Doooo Doooo Doooooo Looking Out My Back Door | The Shotgun Girls
- Empty out there | A picture is worth 1000 words
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Basically Beyond Basic
- Putting the ‘Bad’ into Badminton | Gluestick Mum
- Defenceless | vic briggs
- Out My Back Door | Rebecca Barray – Writer/Photographer
- Lookin’ Out My Back Door | ~Tiger lily~
- A source of embarrassment | Willow’s Corner
- Daily prompt: Never mind the view, feel the footprint | helen meikle’s scribblefest
- CCR Baby | Thinking Diagonally
- LOOKIN’ OUT MY BACK DOOR | robinbenjamin4
- Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Oh Danny Boy!
- Lookin’ out my back door | Passionate about Pets
- Daffodils | Overcoming Bloglessness
- Only the Blind May See | Lady J’s Library – The Desk of Julia Dina Blackowicz
- Daily post: Looking out our back door | Barbara Pyett
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | Ramblings of A Nonsensical Nerd
- Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door | SIM | ANTICS
- LOOKIN’ OUT MY BACK DOOR | Shetall says
- Come, stand with me | Emovere
- Lookin’ Out My Back Door | An American in Norway, a Citizen of the World
A trip back in time will definitely take me to a day in Harda. It’s a tiny town at the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Unnoticeable railway station, shabby outdoors, pathetic roads, and yet an amazingly calm and earthly demeanor that makes you feel at home.
I first met this place on a wet day. Me and my brother were to appear for an entrance test at our first convent school. It was tough – for English was never our forte. They kept talking to us in that foreign language all the while getting us to appear for tests in Mathematics, Science, and English. I don’t remember the marks I scored then, but the principal seemed pretty satisfied with however we had performed. I remember dad buying our books, notebooks, and our uniforms from their stationery shop. I remember the parking, the church, buildings under construction, ducks, birds, green color of the wet trees, incessant rain, and the hooting from the trains passing by the nearby railway station.
By the time, we completed the admission formalities, we got late and dad decided to buy us dinner from a nearby market. I remember us searching for food throughout the town in that rain. The rain, the rain, I just can’t get that rain out of my head. It just never drizzled. It poured all day so hard and with such ferocity, it forced shopkeepers to stay in and finding an eatery was hard. After much search though, we found a street side vendor selling CHAAT and GOLGAPPE (Pani Puri) in a deserted street.
GOLGAPPE – ones that I was going to remember for all my life. Now to let all of you in on what GOLGAPPE are all about, let me show you a picture and the procedure on how they are served –
These are served with a filling made from potatoes and peas and later filled with tangy tamarind or mango water. You then put the whole thing at one go inside your mouth and let it blast inside, leaving a heavenly taste on your tongue and on the cheek walls. Now, these are so thin, they tend to sog even with mild moisture in the air and that day, it was pouring. So to add some taste to them, he added hot fillings, off the stove. There were no potatoes, only peas and I’m yet to taste anything like that till date. Somehow he had added magic.
When we returned though, all I remember having was a rather unwelcome feeling of separation!
What I’d like to visit from that day again –
1. The GOLGAPPE.
2. The railway station.
3. That rain.
4. That school compound.
5. I’d like to know the marks I scored in my English test.
What I’d like to skip on my next visit –
Lets see what others have for this prompt –
- MY POISON IVY EFFECT [EMEM’S DIARY] | She Writes
- what if | the hilarious pessimist
- Toes like telltale crocuses | Butterfly Mind
- Insert End of an Era Cliché Here | AS I PLEASE
- A sight never forgotten… | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time- Psychology Behind Being Present And Daily Life | Journeyman
- no regrets | think | architect
- The Match | The Jittery Goat
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- Living in The Early 1900’s – WANGSGARD
- Daily Prompt : Turning back time | Love your dog
- Those Crawling Days – Undoubtedly The Best | Ambiguity and Fraternity
- A is for April: What’s New This Month | My Little Avalon
- Personal Atonement | In the Present
- May contain nuts | Kate Murray
- DP Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Sabethville
- Now | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Grey | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Daily Prompt – If I Could Turn Back Time | hometogo232
- Back To The Future For A Fresh Start | Awake & Dreaming
- My fleeting high school dream of being a genetic engineer. #DNA @wordpressdotcom @postaday | Frozen Spaghetti
- What if we can Travel Through Time. | Free Thinkers Mag.
- enter | yi-ching lin photography
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Basically Beyond Basic
- Don’t do it | The verbal hedge
- Looking Back | Works By Anastasia
- If Time Could Go Back, What Would I Do? | From Hiding to Blogging
- But All the Time Turners Broke… | thanks for letting me autograph your cat
- Endless Summer | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | Bob’s Blog-O-Rama
- Daily prompt 🙂 | myjourneyeveryday
- My First Bloggyversary! | Haiku By Ku
- Zin « Averil Dean
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- Presente | Daily Post. – Missmosta
- For the Love of …. The NORTH BORNEO RAILWAYS | Duniya Ku
- If We Go Back | Flowers and Breezes
- Relive those moments… | FREE BIRD
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | | Shawn
- If I Could Turn Back Time | Dave Kester
- Turn Back, Stop at Fifty | Emotional Fitness
- The Best Moment Award: Living for the Now and for Mom’s Penguin Stories « psychologistmimi
- Revisiting myself | One Educator’s Life
- Corn | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- If I could turn back time | theoriesinthought
- I’d kick my own butt. | Thoughts Go Back
- Help Me Distribute Personal Care Items With Dignity
- Time Travel | Life Confusions
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- If I could turn back time | That Montreal Girl
- DP: Do Over | Scorched Ice
- Travel to the innocence | Life is great
- Would I have asked you to dance? | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- First Love | wisskko’s blog
- DO NOT cash in that stock grandma gave you! | The Flavored Word
- Pure Land | Dreams to Reality !
- If I Had It To Do Over – Daily Prompt | Why is there bread in my Kool-Aid?
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time, 01.04.14 | Markie’s Daily Blog
- It isn’t a good thing or a bad thing. It is just a thing. | Vampire Maman
- Harda – A Seed is Sown | Views Splash!
- Daily Prompt: Mother | Morrighan’s Muse
- but that was yesterday and yesterday’s gone | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- If I Could Turn Back Time | treasurethememory
- Disrupting the Flow | djgarcia94
- Once upon a summer | mnemosynesandlethe
- Do “Do Overs” Exist? | Raising Our Redheads
- You can’t always go back. | SusannaAntihero
- Glazed in Gold | Call Me Incorrigible
- Flowing Backwards | Overcoming to Becoming
- That Time We Had to Smuggle Bacon Into the Country.. | Kosher Adobo
- If I Could Turn Back Time, from the Daily Prompt | janetcatland
- If I Could Turn Back Time: Daily Post | Destino
- If I Could Turn Back Time/DP Challenge | Starting Write Now
- DP: Turn Back Time – A Question of Moments by Ruswa Fatehpuri | aliabbasali
- If I Could Turn Back Time – ROBIN’S REAL LIFE
- Daily Prompt: Being able to Relive! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
- If I could, I wouldn’t . . . | Right The Writer
- If I could Turn Back Time… | ~Tiger lily~
- Of Days that Once Have Been (A Poem) | meanderedwanderings
- Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time. | Ty
- It had lights! | Trucker Turning Write
- The Two-word Answer | My Author-itis
- Hindsight is 20/10 | litebeing chronicles
- Back To The Blanket | Edward Hotspur
- Letter to My Future Self | the intrinsickness
- If I Could Turn Back Time, If I Could Reminisce. | My Renaissance Blog
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | F X T 8
- If I Could Turn Back Time | Late Bloomer Liz
- Wrong Answer | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
- If I could turn back time | A Guatemalan Affair
- Fleet | Seat | Retreat | fifty5words
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time with More Talking Animals | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Here I am !!
- Still Sand | a sweet bright thing
- Back in Time | itsmayurremember
- Unrequited | vic briggs
- If I Could Turn Back Time | Tonkadella’s Things in Life
- Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
- If I Could Turn Back Time | Alexia Jones
- The Past Unrecovered | Sugar, Spice, and Everything euNice
- My Regrets Aren’t What I Thought They’d Be. | ktjjenkins
- Mental Time Travel | Psychology Muffins
Oh man! 2 days full of blogs in my mailbox, hard work pouring out from so many of them and all of them crave for an embrace, a touch, a tap to let them know that they are “Well Done”! Keep up the brilliant work people… keep my brain entertained and involved. Give me ideas and I’ll give you some. We are a network – just us, no “foreigners”, no outsiders! You care for my blog and I’ll take care of yours! Give and take – share! We share so much – a passion for writing, reading, embracing strangeness, apt thoughts, discussion and a very real tendency to despise physicality! We are very happy with words and the images they create.
It’s one of those images I’ll talk about now. The invisible man.
Has anyone ever noticed, how we do somethings only for the sake of an imaginary image, who always watches you. Whether you are alone or in a crowd, it’ll always be just you and him. All the mannerisms you inhabitate throughout your life, we adopt them for that man watching us from some angle, out of your peripheral vision. He wants you to do things in one particular way. The correct way.
Even the people who say they don’t care for pretenses, like myself, do some things out of habit, only to get a smile on that faceless man! That faceless man who starts watching you, very early in your life, starts getting a face, not from your mirror but people who’ve influenced you the most.
I’m a case in point. I always feel that whatever I do, I do it for an imaginary man, who’s not fat but isn’t lean either. He’s an ideal image. I feel guilty if I don’t do things the correct way because they didn’t satiate that imaginary man! I feel he’d now be shaking his head saying “there goes the fool again” or “does he ever listen to me?”. “Why do you drive fast when you only make a difference of 5 minutes between the speeds of 80 mph and 95 mph?”! I just keep trying to appease him. Sometimes I pass and there’s a high-five, sometimes I fail and show a finger to his face.
He’s the man I listen to first and only then reply. Hence, I’m slow to respond. I have to listen to him for he’s my correct voice. The voice of equality and fairness. He watches everything while I watch only what matters. He’s my answer to all my do’s and dont’s.
I wonder if he’s my conscience or if I’m going nuts. When I laugh, somewhere inside me, I feel like I’m watching another man laughing too, only that he’s much smarter, has better voice, has a fuller laugh , and knows a lot more than I do. There’s never a conversation between him and me. He always knows my questions before I even ask them. He’s always 2 steps ahead of me, only to make matters far worse than they ever are. I feel he’s the reason for a timeless guilt.
Is it a disorder? I feel fine. I love everyone who deserves love. I hate everyone. I don’t ever run away from anything. But deep down I feel I’m being torn apart into two.
I’m not the only one who feels that there’s always someone watching us though. He’s definitely not God, for I feel him. I feel him around me. Just a few days ago, I think I felt his touch on my shoulder. It scared the shit out of me. And then during lunchtime, a colleague of mine, asked me about this third person himself. He had a lot more difficulty explaining it to me than I’m having explaining it to you. See just now, the other man asked me “Are you sure that you are communicating fine?” – oozing sarcasm. Trust me, I’m not talking to myself. It’s another man.
Can anyone please explain it to me? Please tell me I’m not the only one. Just to explain how lazy I am, or have been, I thought of this post about a year back and it comes out only now!
Have you ever died in your own dreams? Anytime, anyhow, whichever way?
I did. TWICE in one big dream. And guess who killed me – I did. I killed myself twice in a dream. In one of them, I actually carefully inserted a huge knife inside “the me”, who was spread eagled on a bed – tied tight! I saw myself struggle and die.
In the next instance, I killed my other self by smashing my face with a hammer. I felt no pain. I would have smiled, I know I would’ve because there was relief. I don’t remember any other detail from the dream. But is it even possible to see yourself in your own dream? I thought it was impossible.
I woke up all sweaty, tired, but very relieved. My shoulders were lighter, there was no ache that pounded my back. I was seeing clearer and found myself filled with energy. I know I can Google all my answers but I’d like anyone among my audience to explain what I went through?
This right here is a gift for love!
This right here is a promise to stay in love!
This right here is a masochistic rush!
This right here is the fear of needles forgotten!
This right here is the feel of blood trickling down my spine!
This right here is a valentines gift!
This right here is my wife on my flesh – My Star and My Angel!
Lets find out what others did at impulse –
- A Supposedly Fun Thing I Should Never Have Done in the First Place | AS I PLEASE
- Tea for two | The Bliss of Reality
- I Did Something Crazy | Lifestyle | WANGSGARD
- On being yourself | Attempted Human Relations and Self
- A Watermark, a Ford Falcon and a Creative Commons License walk into an alley… | Greg Urbano
- This Daily Prompt Is For Men Only & My Short Story For The Day | The Jittery Goat
- impulse | yi-ching lin photography
- the city is an | y
- Daily Prompt: Let’s go Crazy! | Raevenly Writes
- Unlucky | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Comrades | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- DP Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Sabethville
- Caramel Filled Chocolates | Miss Spicy Hat N’ Sugar Socks
- Wild Woman: let’s go crazy! | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Let’s go with this. I suck at being impulsive. | thoughtsofrkh
- One Crazy Mom » Things I’m Crazy For
- THE WORST DECISION | SERENDIPITY
- Friday Flash – Impulse | My Little Avalon
- Time for some Kitchen Dancing! | MamaMickTerry
- Crazy for Thinking I Could Change Him Prayers and Promises
- Around The World | swiggityswag
- Venturing Beyond the Comfort Zone | snapshotsofawanderingheart
- The Convenience of Paradise | the intrinsickness
- IMPULSE | dandelionsinwind
- Excavating… | Haiku By Ku
- Women’s days and craziness | Sue’s Trifles
- “Let’s Go Crazy” | Relax
- comfort in my crazy | peacefulblessedstar
- “Sleep on it” | Hope* the happy hugger
- Daily Prompot: Let’s go crazy – African Style | The Pink Cucumber
- Dream Job | Why is there bread in my Kool-Aid?
- The Drive | Kate Murray
- Crazy Train? No, Crazy Bike | Cancer Isn’t Pink
- What Do You See? The Forest or the Trees? | meanderedwanderings
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Awl and Scribe
- Walking Over There | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Welcome to the Machine | Rob’s Surf Report
- Bad idea | A picture is worth 1000 words
- spur | A beetle with earrings
- What Have I Done? | Flowers and Breezes
- let’s go crazy | klstar2000
- “Is that Girl WALKING?” – Daily Prompt | Bits & Pieces
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy, 07.03.14 | Markie’s Daily Blog
- Fallen fancy | shame
- no direction home, a complete unknown | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Daily Prompt: Being Impulsive! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
- I Dropped Out of Grad School To Become a Missionary
- Time for a little daydream.. | Raspberry’s Daydreams
- Impulse | The Land Slide Photography
- Taming Kittens | Real Life Co.
- Out of My Mind….(wp daily prompt) | Daily Observations
- Stark Raving Love | Black Ink Pink Desk
- Losing Money on an Impulse | A mom’s blog
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Really Random Musings
- Think Before You… Oh Wait, Too Late. | meg lago
- Growing up a nomad, I always had a “go” bag ready for spontaneity, and possible (yet fashionable) zombie apocalypse « psychologistmimi
- I Broke The Projector…SSShhh Don’t Tell Anyone! | Life Confusions
- Reflecting on my Magic Kingdom Internship | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- Meanwhile, on a Mountain Top… | Green Embers
- I’m # 1 (or What happens when you like your own WP Post) | Altared Egos
- The Road Calls | Random Words
- Impulse – The Daily Prompt
- Is it crazy to go against society’s expectations? | A New Life Wandering
- Hawaiian Paradise | Jaspa’s Journal
- One Decision that Changed My Life Course | Schizo Incognito
- Musings: A Little Crazy… | Mirth and Motivation
- Gone Sailing
- Impulse Control: The Price of Not Following my Own Advice | Bullshit-Free Zone
- Going too crazy! | Trucker Turning Write
- What Not to Confess to the Person You’ve Been Dating For 3.5 Weeks | Kosher Adobo
- Let’s Go Crazy – Ramblings from the Swamp
- Daily Prompt: impulse | That Montreal Girl
- Stories From My Mind
- Slow-Burning Impulse | Serial Distractions
- Shepherding in Europe | tuckedintoacorner
- The Things We Do At Conferences…. | RePrEsSeD ExPrEsSiOnS
- Quite possibly the craziest thing I’ve ever done! | browney237’s Blog
- Crazy for Thinking I Could Change Him
- Impulse Souveniring | djgarcia94
- Impulse. Maybe. ~ Daily Prompt | joannebest
- Crazy trips | Life is great
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy – “Dance & Band” | A Midnight Blog
- A lesser-known hamster habit (Daily Prompt: “Let’s Go Crazy, Show Us Impulse”) | Photo0pal Photography
- Daily Prompt: Impulse | Lady K’s Lounge
- Keeps On Giving | Wiley’s Wisdom
- The Blog Farm | Musings: A Little Crazy…
- Daily Prompt 03072014: Let’s Go Crazy | Annie, are you OK?
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Basically Beyond Basic
- Daily Prompt: Let’s Go Crazy | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
- Acting on impulse | Willow’s Corner
- Tradesmen’s Crossing | aliabbasali
- The way out, the waterway | Le Drake Noir
- If I could be anywhere | Fonts and Frosting
- [M.M.X.I.V. 67] Elevators | Never A Worry
- How I Got A Book Published “On Impulse” | The Political and Social Chaos Blog
This is a new to me IMAGE format as a part of Zee2Etch Challenge – Task #19.
You know you haven’t had a happy Diwali when the only picture worth taking was of the door for the rest of the house just didn’t deserve any attention. Tired, with swollen eyes, we got all that we could with hearts as hopeless as barren deserts. No happiness, just a routine mundane Diwali. A bit of cleaning hither and thither, a clean and glittering temple for the Gods berthing.
I still have no clue why we went about celebrating it at all. It was all doom and gloom from day one and even though we could feel a lot of strings opening up between each other, my wife and I just wished this torture came to an end. A birthday came and went with nothing but remorse to show for my own birth. Celebrations were a far cry. No cakes, no candles, no talks just emptiness to fill our hearts. And all for saying what was right!!!
Sometimes we just need vacations. To run away from our mundane life and the same fucked up people we meet everyday to meet new ones. I needed this vacation. I was sick and tired of the sickening fucked up home and such life. After all that my wife and I bore together in the past few months, both of us desperately needed a vacation or at bare minimum, a change of location. I had tried applying for vacations twice but one got turned down and the other wasn’t even given a heed in my office. But my last attempt got cleared and 2 days and a weekend was what we had to reboot our heads.
It’d been a long time since my brothers marriage and we hadn’t seen our parents and somewhere deep within our hearts, we owed them a visit. So,we decided to rather see them and save our money than run away to some hill station and spend all that we had saved.
It turned out to be a fantastic decision at the end.
The first day was normal stay at home and we just slept through it. A simple foray into a market and we got my mother her most favorite Pineapple cake. Soft and sumptuous as it was, we just couldn’t resist digging our fingers into it but wait was what was in store for us. We also had to go see my in-laws and once we were late to return from there, my parents had already slept. So tired as we were, a simple hug and a birthday wish was all we could offer her that night before we all slept again.
The next day was packed for activities which included a visit to my parents favorite temple – Mahakaleshwar in Ujjain (M.P.). We woke up and got ready in a haste to reach the temple as early as possible so we don’t get to face the extreme heat. But this was my mum’s birthday and the cake cutting was in order. The cake was duly cut and dug in and she absolutely loved it. We then boarded a taxi and started for our journey. Quite frankly, as you will all see from our faces, we are a family of die-hard foodies. And one particular restaurant “Pappu Da Dhaba” holds special fondness among us. It serves hot breakfast with tea and just totally makes our day with it’s taste. The best part is, it’s located exactly at the half way point between Bhopal and Indore and completely satiates any hunger for the rest of the day. Here is one picture of the route I took with my phone’s camera –
It was a glorious day, bathed in sunshine, with mild heat emanating from the ground, making it so much more comfortable. I hadn’t had a field day in months and I was absorbing all that nature had to offer. We reached Ujjain in around 3.5 hours and headed straight to the temple.
To learn more about Ujjain, please click the link below –
The temple hosts Lord Shiva in his most glorious of forms. As taking pictures inside the temple isn’t allowed, I couldn’t get any but they certainly are available all over the net. Try and search it out for yourself or visit this site –
On normal days, the temple is absolutely packed full of pilgrims at all times but for some strange reason, we were quite early there that day even at 12:30 pm and the temple to our collective sighing souls was fully available for view at our discretion. Here are some pictures we took at the pavement –
This is my family (from the left) – wife, dad and mom!
Indian rituals wherein we tie threads to trees for every prayer or wish we want to come true –
We then went from temple to temple, all of whom held historical significance and here are some pictures from them –
By the time we were done with the 4th temple, moms feet had given away and we decided to direct our journey back for home. It got very cloudy and then rainy by the time we re-crossed the same “Pappu Da Dhaba” but that didn’t deter us from taking a tea break there. Here are some pictures from the way I think are worth noting –
I was surprised to see something that mom and wife had bought right outside the main temple – a Rudraksh that contained nearly all the elements that pertain to Lord Shiva. I think it’s fantastic. I have tried washing them and nothing but some paint has come off it for I just couldn’t believe that something of this sort could exist, so apparently it may be real too –
Coming home, late that evening, I couldn’t help but realize how nature tries and holds it’s course while all that humans do gets dissolved in it. We pollute it and then we preserve it but how it has stayed pure at its roots is something what should teach us – to hold on to our firm pure roots.
The third day was my moms kitty party and oh man – how do us guys then realize that we aren’t even welcome home for those 4 hours. They despise us, hate us and then it’s left up to our better judgement to find a place where we can spend those 4 hours loafering around the city. It was that afternoon that I tasted peppermint right from it’s leaves in a nursery. It was heavenly.
The next evening after a lunch at my in-laws, we left back for Delhi.
I loved the journey and couldn’t help but share it with you guys.
Thanks for reading.