A hole in the shoe

A hole in the shoe

 A pair of three years old shoes,discarded by his friend,a second hand jeans and a t-shirt.And a jacket,which is given by his alter ego to counter the chilling winter.Nothing in hands,just small amount of money earned by selling newspapers at roadside and a bag on the pat included a notebook and a pen.The boy embarked on his journey to explore the world,' without calculating,how would he be survive and keep on his voyage,when the  small amount of cash he hold back will polished off'.

 After a few days of itinerary,he transcribed his passion,experience and thrill,posted it to a travel magazine to get published but declined!He tried in other magazines ,failed.Nevertheless,he regularly jotted down his itinerary reflection to keep spark his infatuation for travelling and travel writing.Thus,years spent,he continued like a nomadic from one place to another and followed his zest to explore the world.

 Now, his more than three years old shoes ditched him,rain water and mud were getting through to hole of a shoe.More shocking,he got sheer out of cash.He decided to take a halt in a town on the way to his voyage and got the job.Again,he transcribed his experience of expedition and mailed it to travel publishers and websites but fiasco was perennial to him like his doggedly passion for travel. He carried on his job for a few months,summed up some wherewithal and kept intact his voyage.On the way to his itinerary,he explored various culture, varicolored people, and legion of small and big places ,passed through to unimaginable lands and lived an adventurous life.

At last,his travel article got published and pulled a huge traffic of readers.Now his days of pains and struggle passed away.He bought a camera,a pair of shoes and continued his travel and travel writing as a sagacious and a magnificent traveler,travel writer and photographer.

From the corner of India....

A sumptuous breakfast 

It's a block Farenda of Maharajganj district hardly one hour travel from Gorakhpur.Even Nepal border is one hour distance from here.It's a place surrounded by beautiful and quintessential Indian  villages.This is a sumptuous breakfast from the stable of India.The plate in the center contains sweet and delectable  'jalebi' , other plates around embellishing themselves with irresistible sabji (curry) made of  potato ,tomato and beans ,and more tempting is  'puree' on dinner plate leaves.The course  is not off  here, you have to have a  glass of  hot tea. If you love to eat sweet, you have very tasty 'peda '.Now i only tantalize to this mouth watering breakfast,but sure i'll go again to Farenda  to have luscious breakfast and to explore panoramic villages around it.

Episode to remember -

  My caged moments got freedom

     Today i have lost my camera!My caged moments got freedom, at least from me.The one  who  invaded my camera may not free them.The pics in my camera  were not only of my pics but  many beautiful ,creative, nature's and rural pics.I felt penetrating but console myself . Then after i caged an indelible moment in my brain ' i have lost my camera at Chandni chowk near my favorite and one of  the most popular Dahi bhalla shops in New Delhi'.I got stolen my camera when i am an amateur photographer and full of photography passion. My cam was a true friend of mine ,always with me.Now it's dead!I am not at all sanguine to get it back,because the invader was one of billions and even i haven't seen his/er face.I have a trip to Bombay and Pune after two days means on Monday ,now i don't  fee l like to go  without cam  because particularly i was going to get the pics  from Bombay 's life ,history,fort area et al and Pune. Even i had a wonderful plan to capture good pics on the way to Bombay from Delhi by train. Now no sense of brooding ,so all is fine!But very soon I'm going to buy a new professional cam,hiya...!

  The moment i lost it my heart really wanted to cry but brain controlled and consoled.


  It may seem exaggerated to others but when i think of snaps i have lost in cam ,it really makes me chafed for this irreparable loss. 

At last, All is Well !!

Connection with history -Residency

 Residency at Lucknow

Nawab Asafudaulla started the construction of Lucknow residency in the year 1775 A.D.for the British residents and his staff  which was completed by Nawab Saadat Ali Khan  in  1800 A.D. It remains a important pillar of Indian independence revolution as still the evidence of first war of independence in 1857 A.D. can be traced in the above picture as spots of shelling and canon balls (holes on the wall).One must visit Lucknow residency to explore further first war of  Independence and feel the Indian martyrs who were lack in army ,weapons and amenities than Britishers,yet fought for freedom.

SILENT HUMAN - A Squirrel

                                                                 An Unexplored disaster     

Those were the joyous and charming moments to me and might be for a squirrel family. Alas! Squirrel family couldn’t make those moments for long.

I was cheering in the dark night embellished with   black dense clouds, the thundering rain and chilling winds making me feel rapturous and full of life. I was rejoicing a bit frightening but pleasant weather having a glass of hot tea at a dhawa under a tin shade.

Suddenly, I see a nest fell from a neem tree. Two new born baby squirrel shrieking and wailing got thrown out of the nest. Within a few seconds of period both baby Squirrel soaked in the torrential rain.The drops of rain were falling  and pricking on babies' still to open eyes. They were twingeing, crying  but not able to move.A catastrophic welcome of  them in this world!While I was looking on the  disaster of their life and slurping a glass of  hot tea ,the sick at heart mother squirrel came to them, adored both the babies and carried a baby between her jaws. She left the other baby there, might not be able to carry both of them together. A desperate mother Squirrel was looking for a shelter indiscriminately from one tree to another, fighting against heavy rain to salvage her baby Squirrel. But failed! Eventually she got disappeared .Still the other baby squirrel was penetrating in rain, perhaps hoping to its mother Squirrel. It seemed the other baby squirrel was almost dying. What an irony of fate? Where I was being ecstatic, the Squirrel family had been agonizing the weather.

I rationalized this is the life of animals, possibly countless we humankind or 'humancruel' perceive in same manner. And I left from the dhawa.I was reflecting, how well the Squirrel family would be relaxing and jubilating in their nest safe from downpour. On spur of moment bloody incident happened and their life shattered.

I have gone deep with this occurrence and found this is just the nature's fury animals have to fight.But what about the barbarity of  humancruel  they face?

I, the killer of earth and my own son

                                          


When I was young, earth’s destroyer the Global warming was making its effects. But I was complacent. Now after 21 years i.e. year 2030 I am to atone my transgressions against nature but it's futile. It’s too late.


It’s year 2030.
I was an employee of government of India posted somewhere in the coastal areas of Tamilnadu. We people of coastal area were losing our land because of the rise in sea level. But we were overlooking climate change. Last week’s catastrophic sea storm shattered the lives of coastal people .Many of our loved ones were exterminated. Now I am a widower with a 13year old son. There the people of coastal area are speechless, thoughtless but tearful, so my innocent son and me. We are helpless…..Is this climate change?!

My son and I shifted to our natal place somewhere in Uttar Pradesh. Now we are depended on agriculture for livelihood. But we see there is no water to irrigate our fields. The scorching sun is making the earth parched, within the span of 2 to 3 months entire area is victim of famine. No food, no water. Only dying of hunger .Is this Global warming?!

My only son got bedridden .So my intimate friend called us on to his place somewhere in Delhi. In the time we were assembling our shattered our life, precipitation prey us on. Whole Delhi is inundated, home of diseases, converted into morgue. My darling son got seriously ill .Is this climate change?!

I am like a crippled witnessing my son dying of nature’s fury. It’s a midnight 12:30 .My son is dreaming, talking to an Angel and got to know my wrongdoing against nature. He is murmuring, crying while sleeping to death, my dear father what were you doing 21 years back? Why have you spoiled this nature, this planet? Why did you not concern about climate change? At last he says I am not the victim of climate change but of yours. And he slept forever. This is climate change!