Friday, October 28, 2011

Being In Love Forever

to give thousands of smiles
to win over a heart
love can never be learnt
its a unique art.

capturing every moment of it
frame by frame
loosing everything for the one
and yet no claim

and to know that its such a game
that you will give in all
and kind of bout lost already
thats what you can call

but no matter how many battles you loose
you feel delighted in the end
you need to let it sink in the experience
and let happiness blend.

it was not about
happy endings ever
its only about the feeling of
being in love forever.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Remembering KASAULI




tank in the AMBUSH

remember the dog story

early morning in the hills

road to PEACE

morning sun burning bright

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Trip To Kasauli: chapter5

Chapter 5

Left the place while the housekeeping was still sleeping. The person at the reception was also feeling hateful towards me for waking up so early to check out. It was 7:00 a.m but people around were still indoors. I went to the same diversion point which is also supposed to be a bus stop. 7:30 a.m I boarded a local bus which was supposed to take me to Chandigarh. It took the road which was other than the one we had travelled to reach Kasauli. This road was wider, better, with awesome sceneries. The bus had almost no glasses on the windows & was running at God’s will. It stopped at a petrol station and didn’t start. Well we all waited for the next half an hour. Meanwhile, I saw a group of bikers stopping at the station for the fuel. I enquired where they were heading towards and if they would mind carrying sumone aas a pillion rider. They were going to Ludhaina, so I boarded one of the bikes and we started for the city I had never seen before.

It is always safer to travel with bikers. They never find any girl more interesting than their bikes. We stopped at few turns to capture the nature. The road towards Ludhiana was a little boring and so was the city. So thickly polluted (fourth among the most polluted city in the whole world) that I could hardly breathe. The city is called ‘ Menchester of India’. Only work, no play. No good food joints either. But hwy was I at Ludhiana? Thanks to the bikers & my feather like nature of going with the wind. But then I remembered a long forgotten friend and surprised her with my presence. It is always so special to surprise your loved ones with your smile. After a brunch with her, she helped me board a bus to New Delhi & in next five hours, I was at the same place from where I started less than 48 hours ago. Back to the same monotonous city but a new Travel Tale.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Trip To Kasauli: chapter4

Chapter 4
While my way upto a food joint, saw a Sikh kid delivering dialogues from the movies of Sunny Deol that too with expressions better than Sunny paji himself. I found the 6 yr old very talented but the people around were not as surprised and impress as I was. It was probably his daily routine. While having my favorite Chinese food I was talking to a dog who was supposed to be guarding the place. Any slight sound or movement would catch his attention followed by an immediate action. He was no less than a CIA agent.
Was enjoying the serenity & the calmness in the wind when my friend called up. He had reached Chandigarh safe(to my surprise) & was advising me to go to my room ASAP. I was happy to see that he didn’t die on the way as I expected him to be. But at the same time was wondering why people feel scared of the things they can’t even see. While going back to my hotel room, I saw a group of college girls posing in the middle of the road under a lamp post and posing for their profile pic on FB while I saw a statue of a black dog outside a liquor shop & found it worth a click. But why a statue of dog outside a liquor shop?
Back in the hotel room, had a cup of tea while watching a very hilarious series which I had never seen before. My friend’s talks had made me a little fearful too. So I kept all the lights & TV on while I was getting into deep slumber of sleep. But when I woke up next morning, I found the TV switched off. There were surely some energy saving entities around

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Trip To Kasauli

Chapter 3

I could see sign boards of hotels passing by. Very few people around and everyone watching with amazement. Well it happens whenever a girl roams alone. Finally I reached a point which was the entry to the station. Diversion of a road into three. Took the one going towards Air Force Station. On my way up, noticed a very primitive church with excellent old british style architechture, similar to the one I had seen in mussorie. Found it really alluring. Guard at the Air Force Station gate told me that the entry for the Monkey point(Favorite tourist spot) will open in the morning at 9 am. Looking at beautiful small independent houses around, I came back to the same point of diversion. Met a guy promoting his hotel. Followed the directions given by him & reached a beautiful cozy hotel. HIMGIRI was its name, which made me wonder why was it called so. As I don’t think it ever snows there. Amazed at the variety of forest flowers with varied colors & beauty. Collected some specimen to save in my diaries along with my poems.
Kept my stuff in that hotel room but could not rest even for a second. The nature was calling out so loudly that I  just couldn’t stay indoors. Went out with some warm clothes on to the mall road. Very few and organized shops with very few people shopping unlike any other mall road on any other hill station. There were such less number of people that I could actually count them on my fingers

Monday, October 10, 2011

Trip To Kasauli: Chapter 2 Reaching Kasauli

Chapter 2

Moving towards Kasauli, was reading sign boards of familiar names Solan, Kangra, Nangal. I was trying to choose target for my next trip. And finally the mind decided that they all deserve at least a visit & itinerary will be ready once I reach back home.

We had crossed Parwanoo and was 68 kms away from Kasauli when we met a diversion. While the sign board said something else, the police at a chowki directed us towards a very narrow road which goes staright to Kasauli. Very narrow & broken road but breath taking views. Had never seen such beautiful hills and dense vegetation. I always bragged about dense forests in Assam but these were no lesser. Every turn would bring a better picturesque view. The road was evidently very less taken. I was wondering if people actually visit this place. My dear friend kept on reminding me of possible consequences of staying alone in the ghostly place.
We reached Kasauli at 5:30 p.m. even after several times insisting on staying, my friend decided to leave for Chandigarh before it grows darker, as if it was not already. I was not very hopeful of him reaching home safe. With the kind of fear he had in his eyes, even a natural touch of wind could have killed him of heart arrest. He didn’t even enter Kasauli & left me a kilometer away from the city. But to my pleasure, for the first time in my life, I was walking on the clouds and it was literally as if I was walking on the clouds.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Reaching Chandigarh

Chapter 1
It all started with one monotonous morning in the city. Had a couple of days in hand and absolutely nothing to do. Didn’t want to waste even a single minute in any of the malls, when I know I deserved better. A little restlessness inside gave way to the same old spirit of running away. The idea was to reach as far away as possible & then come back next day. Destination was never decided but the route was somehow drawn in the psyche. Remember! It isn’t about the destination, but about the journey. So I thought of the weirdest and most troublesome way of travelling.
A local road ways till Sonipat, auto till panipat, mini bus till Karnal, roadways again till Ambala and finally a school bus till Chandigarh. Well the fellow travelers were more amazed then you are right now. Was trying to make a world record for travelling on maximum number of modes of transport in one trip. I regret not travelling in a bullock –cart, tractor and a truck in my journey. Though I so dearly wanted to but was falling short of time to enjoy such rural luxuries.
Met an old friend at Chandigarh and had lunch together at Paras Down Town Mall (no different than the Gurgaon malls). While our conversation, he said that Kasauli and Shimla were not very far away and can be reached within three hours. though I earlier I wanted to settle down at Chandigarh and return next day, but now I was getting carried away by the idea of covering another 123kms and reach Kasauli. Suddenly, my journey had started becoming useless without touching the hills. How do I get there was the question and the target was right in front of me.  After bribing him of all sort of sweets available(as he has got a sweet tooth like me), he agreed on dropping me there. He was scared of staying there at night as he had heard a lot many Ghost stories of the region. Some incidences which occurred with his friends. Some of them got me scared too. But I can hardly deviate from my target. Sagittarian, an archer by nature. So I simply can’t help it

Saturday, October 8, 2011


Time passes by and so does the age. Never to reoccur never to replay.
I wish to see the whole world till I am still young
Till I have the courage & strength to follow the most difficult terrains.
Till I still have the right eye sight to look at the amusing beauty around
Till I can still smell the clouds, touch the dew.
I wish to keep running away to destinations unknown.
But it’s not just the destination, but the journey I wish to cherish all my life
So when I will be nearing my death, I will still have the same smile which I had when I first saw the mountains.
And the words which I write now will bring back all the forgotten memories
All forgotten tales of my escapes to these hills
 who have enchanted me forever.
-          Nandita Prakash