09:40 am
Sarovar Tourist Rest House,
Tallital, Nainital
After almost 12 hours of stationary motion in a bus travelling at about 120km/hrs for almost 6-8 hrs, I'm dizzy and totally fed up with the disgusting bus journey. But one look, just one look outside, and everything ..... from the nauseous journey to the annoying lady in the bus who had nothing to do but connect everything with her worthless son whom she was going to visit........everything was worth it.
The journey was more or less uneventful to say the least, but something struck me sometime during the sun rise... we were crossing an area that was all fields and small huts in between. But then, i saw this huge boarding.....some barely clad girl sitting on a marble floor doing yoga.....all i could do at that time was smile at the irony......... but then the ridicule of the situation became more prominent as we transgressed towards Rudrakot.....huge factories staring at your face with the stench of smoke and disgust of human apetitite for ruining what not long ago must'v been a beautiful plateau to watch the sunrise from. I guess, the fact that I was appalled by the site must'v been quite visible on my face as the lady next to me told me that the Govt has allowed them tax-free existence for five years in order to promote industrialization of that area. People were dying of hunger as a result of unemployment. The corruption of the womb of nature seemed a small price to pay when it came to self existence.
As I continued to think about what I'd seen, the bus started its climb to the himalayas......and as always, I was dumbstruck by the beauty of it all......... An incredible blend of Kurseong, Katra, and Kullu.......this was an ultimate sight to hold in your eyes, capture in your memory, and let it sink in to the deepest part of your soul. The road through which I was so effortlessly climbing up was made through cutting parts of these hills......another exploitation perhaps? But, now, I have a biased opinion. 'cuz I am in love. Yet again.
* While I was jotting all this down in my journal......the lake was engulfed in clouds as they dived down into the valley and then wind blew them away as swiftly as it'd let 'em drop.....'nd it became etched in my memory.....the surprises, the carelessness of wind....the humble nd sometimes fierce nature of the clouds.......its all so beautiful.....that it brought tears into my eyes.......
P.S. It's "Friendship Day" ....... 'nd I patched up with myself ;)
2 comments:
Nice descriptions :) UR in love :P
what a beautiful pic. this is the same place i grew up in. Sherwood was my school. you have captured it really beautifully. Nainital will always be a beautiul place.
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