The ride from Dwarka (Jamnagar)

The ride from Dwarka (Jamnagar)

As i left Dwarka having spotted two different entrances to the Dwarka temple town, and scores of other hotels, meals centres adjacent to hoardings, the city ride bus was the one i took to reach Porbandar. The driver and conductor appeared to be gentle souls out to complete the ride in the smoothest fashion known to commuters. Having secured the window seat, the ride was comforting as the road was free from any diversions and dissensions of potholed nature. Having gone past the ticket dispensing schedule (the reasonable city ride fare is the enticing factor), the conductor got hooked to a cell, the lasting duration illustrating the simmering discontent he was facing at home. Apart from the speakable uninterrupted conductor, the other noteworthy speaking element was the man seated next to me speaking on a range of issues to a different range of people, all boiling down to his necessity to take this city ride and the intended direction it would fetch him. In between calls or when the calls got disconnected he just kept to himself on the number of calls he would commit himself to during this ride. I, for one,glued to the outside view, more electrifying and enriching than the calls made from those seated inside, discovered these calls of urgency made by them were meant to update others on their movement.

When the city ride stopped at Sri Mool Dwarka Teerth Dham, the conductor stooped to a new conversation low and parked himself adjacent to the Jai Traders & Hardware Shop and screamed and shivered over the contents that were being deliberated. The conversation lasting the duration the city ride showed its inability to move and once it started moving, the conductor moved inside with the cell guitar in the silent mode. But already having taken a cue from conductor it was the turn of the driver to cell-speak and make the other side freeze.
The next halt happened to be Arshad, the stopping time well beyond one would have desired. Post confabulations with elements not visible to naked eye the driver-conductor duo appeared to take he bus to its logical destination. Having taken a shot at another cup of tea, it is mandatory given the long rides you are committed to and the bouts of upheaval the body is subjected to, i was confident of making it to the final destination well before midnight had set in.

Before the final moments of this city ride came to an end, the conductor had spoken on the definite limits he could stretch himself to in life and having seen the world - this is what he wanted to underscore to his home people time and again - he was at pains to come to terms with reality when the home front still seem to be obfuscating. Once in Porbandar, the conversations on cell had come to a still and more of this enduring nature were with those who were inside for the long trail.

As i left Dwarka i came across Charmi Restaurant, Dwarka Residency Hotel, Hotel Meera, Yash Dinning Hall and Vandina Hotel.
The first gate to Dwarka entrance has the following arch:
" Dedicated to Srila Prabhupada".
The second gate has the following arch:
"Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare"
"Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare"
Adjacent to the second gate is Hotel Toran Gujarat Tourism. Opposite to that is Radhika Dinning Hall.

On the way one hoarding said it : "we build those who built the nation"
The other one is on mattress and the comfort it can release is a hoarding which i come across more often than anticipated. Probably the sleepless schedule confronting the majority has led to erection of such announcements at every nook and corner.

As for the Porbandar bus depot, the platform number 4 had these destinations earmarked: Jatwa, Veraval and Junagadh. Well the different platforms and different destinations showed the accessibility from this bus depot and the collection during night showed the desire of those who wanted to travel late given the schedule they had to stick to.