Ghosna patra different from pehchan patra
AS parties across political spectrum declare their ghosna patra different from pehchan patra, which some of the visible commodities across nation have been lucky enough to possess and prosper, this declaration has extreme ramifications. A true declaration through poll manifesto provocation truly reflects their commitment to a broad range of activities they wish to commit to. Impending and imperative have been the polls as in some states some members have ceased to function in an environment that has largely been dictated by civil reps and some seeking mandate for their sons and other yet to be traced gems.
Some parties made this declaration in the nick of time before poll bugle could be sounded; some wish to declare when poll cycle is yet to be winded and some believing in the power of the posseable leading them to declare when the poll heat has truly and completely settled down. Truly assuming that the numbers required to form the government won't be there leading to another poll bugle sooner than people can share least desirable would be two rounds of wear and tear in a single year and this by no means is rare.
THe declaration is by politically and permissibly floating parties, released from conditioning camps where the literature for poll manifesto has been prepared in lightning speed and with enough lights. Detailing the activities and their abilities in the run up to polls, post declaration of results and the toll it would have on opposite groups and the arithmetic required if and ever they are tantalising close to forming a visibly formidable one. Hysterical ascension too gets a window where the manifesto manifests the desire that if and ever they are prevented from taking a shot at government formation, they won't be short of hyperbole immersion to paint the other side as dysfunctional.
ON economy most parties are committed to a broad growth target on the back of a tamed inflation. Tamed inflation would be secured courtesy the least cessation of hostile elements who would be at every nook and cranny of district markets preventing any attempt by any household or bulk of the same to go for bulk purchase. Once bulk purchase ceases to exist, measly would be the existence of those who wish to roar and manicured would be the budgets of those lying near their shore. As for optimistic growth and yet to float, projections would be revised every week citing extraneous factors for the growth having hit a road bump. Factors could be refusal of floating population which floated to their territory in search of jobs and refusing to float back as they had some other preoccupation to watch. Economy feast not coming along could also be traced to less visible revenue coming to government as there was less visibility of people visibly shaken to consume government services partially visible during the day and available during night rage.
On agriculture the parties hope to provide a level playing field to those having transformed as agriculturist and yet not losing temptation of being fascist. Equal would be the numbers of those holding on to a land and those determined to make the other side lose its grip and if either side runs out of manpower, the govt. would be determined to fill in. With a slugfest truly remaining alive round the year, and this picture looking repetitive in most districts that a state can wear, the government would dismiss this as handiwork of the opposition to discredit them from even registering a decimal point growth admission. As the manifesto declares free entry to hospitals and those housing doctors and no beds, the government would paint this pathetic picture on step motherly treatment meted out by the central government which in turn it would blame on the inhospitable treatment it gets left right and centre from its allies and nation states aligned along the border and are not wise.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday was historic for miles covered on foot and with no mouth shoot
Tuesday was historic for the miles covered on foot and the destinations accessed with no mouth shoot
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more element to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more element to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
As the winter is about to abate
As the winter is about to abate
As the winter is about to abate, with some weeks still for the spring to knock the gate, the months of December and January have been too harsh for those preferring to have Southern Cities on their itinerary. To keep the record straight these two months were equally appalling/troublesome for some territories in Southern States, with winter chill reaching a scale which had no previous tale. As for the North, the winter was biting and equally biting was the journey which some destined to take towards National Capital and their arrival shrouded in thickening fog and the atmospherics nothing to suggest of a carnival.
I, for one, reached the national capital on a day after two months away with a belief that times would be thick with an appetite for food and with no physical movement days and nights it would be on a entire different firmament. Because the days spent in the states of Odisha, West Bengal and Gujarat were different for the different meals tried on different days and the round the clock activity that ensured strong mental alacrity.
Disposed to the idea that national capital had to be tried given the indisposed nature of tummy that had failed to shine, OLd DElhi Station was accessed with no hopes that coming days would be a feast. It has been over three weeks when the stay has been punctuated with a belief that no matter what the war mongers may engage in the best course would be to not be reclusive and step out as and when the time has come for the idea to be flaunted as a clout.
Here in the national capital, registering alarming departures and arrivals, what has been registered with an alarming pace has been those sporting double chin and their woolen craze. Snuggled in quilts and stepping out wrapped around with innumerable woolen clue, the increasing woolen wrapper on the body suggests the inclement weather and increment lather they have to deploy to get a smooth shave and which could change their fate. Double chin growth showing up as one face and refusing to expand slow shows how disproportionate their range of activities has been to their range of body demands. UNbelievable has been the weather and unbelievable has been the entrapment in leather leading to no wise movement which could unleash top to toe shudder. With unbelievable meals and no unbelievable zeal to fight the flab, the all round personality is what they command and fewer having logistics to be in running band. Running is the least to expect from those who are on meal feast and with cold refusing to hold the intermittent shower of body expansion is the fashion. If cold refused to abate and movements on the roads and rail tracks had a slow gait, the refusal of those having stubble and refusing to shave even when their flames were wrapped with them in a towel showed the mental agility was a luxury and few having the grit to have clean shaven clarity.
Clean shave was the least to expect in the Capital and beyond as most were engaged in viewing the Australian hammering and Sensex dawn. Sensex upped and breathed fire followed with some suggesting some stocks in the 30-share index had to retire. So as sensex rose and tank with those not remotely associated with either sensex and their strings of ex, they too refused to take occasional bath or clear the stubble as they believed this would endear them to those who construct a fable. Constructive was by no means their decision of not taking bath and not shaving the stubble carat as this was their winter-and-yet-to-be-decimated habit. Fling with the sensex and fling with traffic beats was their daily grind,never realising that moisturiser driven and woolen draped appearance would be of no order if no attempt had been made to cut the double chin and double bum which had reached their prime.
In the National Capital and those areas yet to reach annihilation level, Winters would come and go, the surge in road traffic would refuse to slow and yet there would no surety that bodies stretched beyond outer limits and chin bursting to the seams and looking timid won't have a recurring pattern as there are no dearth of those who pass this bulging baton. Time is ripe to reassure the commodities existing in national capital and caught in existential dilemma that the best way to fight cold is to have jaggery and honey and take brisk walk even if it leads to trail shock.
As the winter is about to abate, with some weeks still for the spring to knock the gate, the months of December and January have been too harsh for those preferring to have Southern Cities on their itinerary. To keep the record straight these two months were equally appalling/troublesome for some territories in Southern States, with winter chill reaching a scale which had no previous tale. As for the North, the winter was biting and equally biting was the journey which some destined to take towards National Capital and their arrival shrouded in thickening fog and the atmospherics nothing to suggest of a carnival.
I, for one, reached the national capital on a day after two months away with a belief that times would be thick with an appetite for food and with no physical movement days and nights it would be on a entire different firmament. Because the days spent in the states of Odisha, West Bengal and Gujarat were different for the different meals tried on different days and the round the clock activity that ensured strong mental alacrity.
Disposed to the idea that national capital had to be tried given the indisposed nature of tummy that had failed to shine, OLd DElhi Station was accessed with no hopes that coming days would be a feast. It has been over three weeks when the stay has been punctuated with a belief that no matter what the war mongers may engage in the best course would be to not be reclusive and step out as and when the time has come for the idea to be flaunted as a clout.
Here in the national capital, registering alarming departures and arrivals, what has been registered with an alarming pace has been those sporting double chin and their woolen craze. Snuggled in quilts and stepping out wrapped around with innumerable woolen clue, the increasing woolen wrapper on the body suggests the inclement weather and increment lather they have to deploy to get a smooth shave and which could change their fate. Double chin growth showing up as one face and refusing to expand slow shows how disproportionate their range of activities has been to their range of body demands. UNbelievable has been the weather and unbelievable has been the entrapment in leather leading to no wise movement which could unleash top to toe shudder. With unbelievable meals and no unbelievable zeal to fight the flab, the all round personality is what they command and fewer having logistics to be in running band. Running is the least to expect from those who are on meal feast and with cold refusing to hold the intermittent shower of body expansion is the fashion. If cold refused to abate and movements on the roads and rail tracks had a slow gait, the refusal of those having stubble and refusing to shave even when their flames were wrapped with them in a towel showed the mental agility was a luxury and few having the grit to have clean shaven clarity.
Clean shave was the least to expect in the Capital and beyond as most were engaged in viewing the Australian hammering and Sensex dawn. Sensex upped and breathed fire followed with some suggesting some stocks in the 30-share index had to retire. So as sensex rose and tank with those not remotely associated with either sensex and their strings of ex, they too refused to take occasional bath or clear the stubble as they believed this would endear them to those who construct a fable. Constructive was by no means their decision of not taking bath and not shaving the stubble carat as this was their winter-and-yet-to-be-decimated habit. Fling with the sensex and fling with traffic beats was their daily grind,never realising that moisturiser driven and woolen draped appearance would be of no order if no attempt had been made to cut the double chin and double bum which had reached their prime.
In the National Capital and those areas yet to reach annihilation level, Winters would come and go, the surge in road traffic would refuse to slow and yet there would no surety that bodies stretched beyond outer limits and chin bursting to the seams and looking timid won't have a recurring pattern as there are no dearth of those who pass this bulging baton. Time is ripe to reassure the commodities existing in national capital and caught in existential dilemma that the best way to fight cold is to have jaggery and honey and take brisk walk even if it leads to trail shock.
Tuesday was historic for miles covered in a national capital gear
Tuesday was historic for the miles covered on foot and the destinations accessed with no mouth shoot
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more briskness to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more briskness to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Why traffic and tweets are more or less the same
Why traffic and tweets are more or less the same
In the world riven by dissensions and fame, traffic and tweets have something to claim. It is only in the heat of the moment that people tweet and the surge in the transport traffic is too seen when people step out of place of work/stay after having failed to check opponents burst of flay. Course correction happens when both actions are tamed; traffic by enlightening the moving Janata that no purpose would be served by moving out as there are as many forces out to tame you as they were in the vicinity of the place you reside and the tweet public by suggesting that tweets are nothing but scaling down their number of followers given their grammatical howlers.
Tweets and traffic won't extinct but speed governors would surely govern their pace and feast. Temperamental illustration is the sum and substance of both acts and both would be up against a wall of resistance given the clamour of more to make it have a clutter glow. As moves are afoot to censor tweet; perhaps the best way to scale down the tweet thunder is to have it operational and readable during certain waking hours of the day.
If tweets could turn a turncoat to a steady boat and traffic would make the adherent less maverick then substandard won't be level of its functioning and actually a standard would have reached and rants would be fewer and fewer acts of breach.
As for the hour of the day when tweets and traffic is a shower of no end; it is perhaps when nobody is not interacting with no one and everyone wants to reach out to every clan.
As for now, Tweets are here to stay and traffic here to get grey.
In the world riven by dissensions and fame, traffic and tweets have something to claim. It is only in the heat of the moment that people tweet and the surge in the transport traffic is too seen when people step out of place of work/stay after having failed to check opponents burst of flay. Course correction happens when both actions are tamed; traffic by enlightening the moving Janata that no purpose would be served by moving out as there are as many forces out to tame you as they were in the vicinity of the place you reside and the tweet public by suggesting that tweets are nothing but scaling down their number of followers given their grammatical howlers.
Tweets and traffic won't extinct but speed governors would surely govern their pace and feast. Temperamental illustration is the sum and substance of both acts and both would be up against a wall of resistance given the clamour of more to make it have a clutter glow. As moves are afoot to censor tweet; perhaps the best way to scale down the tweet thunder is to have it operational and readable during certain waking hours of the day.
If tweets could turn a turncoat to a steady boat and traffic would make the adherent less maverick then substandard won't be level of its functioning and actually a standard would have reached and rants would be fewer and fewer acts of breach.
As for the hour of the day when tweets and traffic is a shower of no end; it is perhaps when nobody is not interacting with no one and everyone wants to reach out to every clan.
As for now, Tweets are here to stay and traffic here to get grey.
Parties to hand out laptops to students of all ages,signs and submission
Parties across political spectrum have decided to hand out laptops to students of all ages signs and depression
In the run up to elections spread in five states and waiting to spread in other where assembly is in jitter and the buildings housing them seeing no clutter, political parties have decided to be decisive and hand out laptops that nowadays look basic.
These laptops would be handed out in the last lap of the poll race and would be handed out to students who are able to prove their identity or are able to pose as students even though they have been working round the clock in kirana store.
Possession of an identity card is a must as it stores the possibility of possessing the possibly working laptops and other fringe lollipops. When the last lap of the poll race approaches, approaching would be political candidates agents possibly exploring the possibility of laptops to be handed to their friends and old flames and those who could be identified as students and yet to be tamed. Because students studying and those showing the ability to study in primary, secondary and abscondary levels need to be roped in for the ingenious ways they flip out and in. Be it examination centres or canteen serving as seduction frontier, the students of all possible ages know the way to freedom with no threat of cages. And this deft handling is what politicos aspire for given the EVMs (Electronic Voting Machine) and those losing their deposits despite their established record on CBMs (Confidence Building Measures).
Assurance on laptops come with other assurances like once these laptops are parted free of cost the political parties would be parting their workers so that students and foreseeable gems can sit on the laps of these workaholic workers to work round the clock. Laps of the workers too would be free of cost and all that the students would be required to do is instill a level of confidence in these workers that life is not all about votes and turncoats as laptops with internet coating can cruise them to a world where most agents apart from political and permissible are ready to bloat and boast of their innermost gems and fort. So traumatic and long lasting would be these workers submission to a world of bodily boast that they would round the year offer their laps to any sizeable section of students who can bring them tantalisingly close to a world of sizeable gems.
THe whole idea of lavishing laptops on leveraging students is born from this apart from the shortage of chairs in cities and countryside which has fewer cheers. It has been occasionally established that life in the countryside has seen migration of workers to their homeland and scarcity of hands to till their land. To arrest this decline of labourforce, handing out laptops is the sole available course. Because if one worker offers lap, there would be a beeline of others to go for lap lollipop given the string of benefits it secures. If a student seeks to work for unlimited hours on a laptop, unlimited would be the stream of workers waiting to offer their laps as post polls they don't have any sizeable act to do to showcase and maintain their much-cherished abs. Therapeutic would be the experience and sizeable would be the load of students sitting on their laps and working and thereby helping them to maintain the perfect abs.
Loads of benefits to be released is enough for the economy at large once laptops begun to barge. Hail the freedom of workers and students; political workers for not getting gainfully employed round the year and students not sizeably zeroing in on their target given the shortage of chairs from which they can catch on the bait. It is the scarcity of chairs and cheerleaders that has prevented the plausibly pliable students to bloom and once seating strength has been gained there would be no end to their clones.
Lapping it up with all laps and laptops is the synergy the political forces find themselves in given the need to not let opponents grin against the backdrop of their workers thrusting to their side of gym.
In the run up to elections spread in five states and waiting to spread in other where assembly is in jitter and the buildings housing them seeing no clutter, political parties have decided to be decisive and hand out laptops that nowadays look basic.
These laptops would be handed out in the last lap of the poll race and would be handed out to students who are able to prove their identity or are able to pose as students even though they have been working round the clock in kirana store.
Possession of an identity card is a must as it stores the possibility of possessing the possibly working laptops and other fringe lollipops. When the last lap of the poll race approaches, approaching would be political candidates agents possibly exploring the possibility of laptops to be handed to their friends and old flames and those who could be identified as students and yet to be tamed. Because students studying and those showing the ability to study in primary, secondary and abscondary levels need to be roped in for the ingenious ways they flip out and in. Be it examination centres or canteen serving as seduction frontier, the students of all possible ages know the way to freedom with no threat of cages. And this deft handling is what politicos aspire for given the EVMs (Electronic Voting Machine) and those losing their deposits despite their established record on CBMs (Confidence Building Measures).
Assurance on laptops come with other assurances like once these laptops are parted free of cost the political parties would be parting their workers so that students and foreseeable gems can sit on the laps of these workaholic workers to work round the clock. Laps of the workers too would be free of cost and all that the students would be required to do is instill a level of confidence in these workers that life is not all about votes and turncoats as laptops with internet coating can cruise them to a world where most agents apart from political and permissible are ready to bloat and boast of their innermost gems and fort. So traumatic and long lasting would be these workers submission to a world of bodily boast that they would round the year offer their laps to any sizeable section of students who can bring them tantalisingly close to a world of sizeable gems.
THe whole idea of lavishing laptops on leveraging students is born from this apart from the shortage of chairs in cities and countryside which has fewer cheers. It has been occasionally established that life in the countryside has seen migration of workers to their homeland and scarcity of hands to till their land. To arrest this decline of labourforce, handing out laptops is the sole available course. Because if one worker offers lap, there would be a beeline of others to go for lap lollipop given the string of benefits it secures. If a student seeks to work for unlimited hours on a laptop, unlimited would be the stream of workers waiting to offer their laps as post polls they don't have any sizeable act to do to showcase and maintain their much-cherished abs. Therapeutic would be the experience and sizeable would be the load of students sitting on their laps and working and thereby helping them to maintain the perfect abs.
Loads of benefits to be released is enough for the economy at large once laptops begun to barge. Hail the freedom of workers and students; political workers for not getting gainfully employed round the year and students not sizeably zeroing in on their target given the shortage of chairs from which they can catch on the bait. It is the scarcity of chairs and cheerleaders that has prevented the plausibly pliable students to bloom and once seating strength has been gained there would be no end to their clones.
Lapping it up with all laps and laptops is the synergy the political forces find themselves in given the need to not let opponents grin against the backdrop of their workers thrusting to their side of gym.
Obama's State of Union Address
Obama's State of Union Address
In his State of Union Address, which happened to be on a Tuesday, President Obama spoke for a duration that should have pleased certain sections of audience; even pleasing the opponents as it gave the opportunity to speak on subjects on which Never-Oscillating Obama spoke. Fewer were the territories left for his foes to speak and fume as they were largely entangled in Primary Dune.Well they spoke on his economic blueprint and its failure to lift the mood and not effectively gauging to what their delegates were by and large clued.It was South Carolina Primary which threw up Newt Gingrich armoury and this leaving the field wide open between Newt and Mitt Romney who till the other day had confided to his confidantes and confidantes-turned-conference attending delegates that by no chance he could blew it. South Carolina results showed the Mitt the battle he had on his hands from Newt who could recall more than his share of association with Ronald Reagan who had an eight year Capitol Hill haul.
The South Carolina Surprise had set the stage for Florida Primary to be something that would set the stage for Republican Party Cavalry. Too close to call has been the slew of polls on who would get the Florida to roll; and whoever it may be Obama would still be sitting much pretty. With a logical attempt to turn the heat from his tamed opponents on political turf, Obama, the Prez and sturdy enough to carry beyond 2012 splurge, spoke on the autonomous nature of US Policy automatic enough to dance in the Pacific and in the process preserve the semantics.It had been the US Policy on Pacific which got the Chinese to dismiss it as maveric and show its disdain in whatever colour it deemed fit as it questioned its writ. Bringing on board in his address was the US Supremacy and the need to continue the fame with the same degree and never baulk at those who beg to disagree. With Iraq pull out in the past and the Afghan withdrawal that would happen in phases to last, the US was tantalising close to set new parallels by upgrading its bases. Iran, for one, was a more formidable challenge than economy which had begun to bum. Though limited was his observation on Iran with a veil warning that unfettered could not be its access to nuclear weapons and arms, China's unfair trade practices was something that could not keep his nation and residents calm.
Elaborate was his tone on handing compliments to US Companies that led to creation of jobs on the home turf and punishing those that shipped out with new gloves. Outsourcing was the least he could rally support for and taxing the hardly taxed outsourcing entities was the desire his administration stood for. As he winded his address, winding were the roads for his political foes who had whirr to buzz only when the layers of economy had begun to forward lurge. Economy may still not be a turnaround story but still enough to complement his foray coming against Navy Seals Successful Navigational Zeal(May 2011 and January 2012) .
Time it took to sew this story shows the unimaginative mind at work and least connected to Obama Turf. Primary and Pageantry may be the US obsession but in our land lavishing laptops against undecided political fate shows the urgency of politicos to make students and those posing to be one to reach out to a world that has made the public shun.
In his State of Union Address, which happened to be on a Tuesday, President Obama spoke for a duration that should have pleased certain sections of audience; even pleasing the opponents as it gave the opportunity to speak on subjects on which Never-Oscillating Obama spoke. Fewer were the territories left for his foes to speak and fume as they were largely entangled in Primary Dune.Well they spoke on his economic blueprint and its failure to lift the mood and not effectively gauging to what their delegates were by and large clued.It was South Carolina Primary which threw up Newt Gingrich armoury and this leaving the field wide open between Newt and Mitt Romney who till the other day had confided to his confidantes and confidantes-turned-conference attending delegates that by no chance he could blew it. South Carolina results showed the Mitt the battle he had on his hands from Newt who could recall more than his share of association with Ronald Reagan who had an eight year Capitol Hill haul.
The South Carolina Surprise had set the stage for Florida Primary to be something that would set the stage for Republican Party Cavalry. Too close to call has been the slew of polls on who would get the Florida to roll; and whoever it may be Obama would still be sitting much pretty. With a logical attempt to turn the heat from his tamed opponents on political turf, Obama, the Prez and sturdy enough to carry beyond 2012 splurge, spoke on the autonomous nature of US Policy automatic enough to dance in the Pacific and in the process preserve the semantics.It had been the US Policy on Pacific which got the Chinese to dismiss it as maveric and show its disdain in whatever colour it deemed fit as it questioned its writ. Bringing on board in his address was the US Supremacy and the need to continue the fame with the same degree and never baulk at those who beg to disagree. With Iraq pull out in the past and the Afghan withdrawal that would happen in phases to last, the US was tantalising close to set new parallels by upgrading its bases. Iran, for one, was a more formidable challenge than economy which had begun to bum. Though limited was his observation on Iran with a veil warning that unfettered could not be its access to nuclear weapons and arms, China's unfair trade practices was something that could not keep his nation and residents calm.
Elaborate was his tone on handing compliments to US Companies that led to creation of jobs on the home turf and punishing those that shipped out with new gloves. Outsourcing was the least he could rally support for and taxing the hardly taxed outsourcing entities was the desire his administration stood for. As he winded his address, winding were the roads for his political foes who had whirr to buzz only when the layers of economy had begun to forward lurge. Economy may still not be a turnaround story but still enough to complement his foray coming against Navy Seals Successful Navigational Zeal(May 2011 and January 2012) .
Time it took to sew this story shows the unimaginative mind at work and least connected to Obama Turf. Primary and Pageantry may be the US obsession but in our land lavishing laptops against undecided political fate shows the urgency of politicos to make students and those posing to be one to reach out to a world that has made the public shun.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Travelling through Triambakeshwar to Somnath via Dwarka got me dollops of goodies and that too at a reasonable price. If it was the search for Mysore Sandal Soap that saw me cover a distance, the search for sweets in Kolkata was quite handy.
It was the gold coloured Lord Venkateshawar idol from the vicinity of Lord Triambakeshwar temple which was a prized possession. And here i failed to acknowledge the role of a man coming with a family who prodded me to take it.
In the past kur kure for rs five and ganne ka ras for fairly less i could lay my hands on in Triambakeshwar. Looking for the fame Mysore Sandal soap, it was the search lasting for over one hour and this finally led me to a shop near the temple on the left side which had plenty of them.
This time round Dwarka had one gentleman carrying peanuts on a cycle and ever ready to hand change whenever i asked for. Somnath got me the honey and peanuts i desired.
Here the STD booths never failed to croon and despite minimal traffic the booths remained opened for long hours.
Apart from Somnath Trust kind enough to let me stay for some days the diligent exercise to maintain round the clock security could not be underestimated.
Ahmedabad saw me take the Hanuman Camp ride; the best day to visit is on A Saturday.
Ajmer has some of the best kachodis and further in Nathdwara the milk's thickness has few parallels.The prasadam procured from inside has a wholesome flavour.
Kolkata has the sweets and enough of soaps coming for as low as five. In Hati Bagan the Divine Cyber Cafe has the least rates and there are some around B B Ganguly Street that are equally good. Oranges come cheap and looking for veg rolls the road adjacent to goenka college has some handing out.
In Puri,the Khaja (five rs apiece)from a panda selling right opposite Lord Jagannath's idol should be tried. Not to be left is the aloo parwal kassa outside.
It was the gold coloured Lord Venkateshawar idol from the vicinity of Lord Triambakeshwar temple which was a prized possession. And here i failed to acknowledge the role of a man coming with a family who prodded me to take it.
In the past kur kure for rs five and ganne ka ras for fairly less i could lay my hands on in Triambakeshwar. Looking for the fame Mysore Sandal soap, it was the search lasting for over one hour and this finally led me to a shop near the temple on the left side which had plenty of them.
This time round Dwarka had one gentleman carrying peanuts on a cycle and ever ready to hand change whenever i asked for. Somnath got me the honey and peanuts i desired.
Here the STD booths never failed to croon and despite minimal traffic the booths remained opened for long hours.
Apart from Somnath Trust kind enough to let me stay for some days the diligent exercise to maintain round the clock security could not be underestimated.
Ahmedabad saw me take the Hanuman Camp ride; the best day to visit is on A Saturday.
Ajmer has some of the best kachodis and further in Nathdwara the milk's thickness has few parallels.The prasadam procured from inside has a wholesome flavour.
Kolkata has the sweets and enough of soaps coming for as low as five. In Hati Bagan the Divine Cyber Cafe has the least rates and there are some around B B Ganguly Street that are equally good. Oranges come cheap and looking for veg rolls the road adjacent to goenka college has some handing out.
In Puri,the Khaja (five rs apiece)from a panda selling right opposite Lord Jagannath's idol should be tried. Not to be left is the aloo parwal kassa outside.
The lit festival and who all are irresistible
The lit festival and who all are irresistible
Some would say that it is the balanced coverage of the literature festival that has balanced the organisers to balance their outlook and time and again look at their passbook. None of the organisers would like to go beyond the brief spelled by the administration and if they do so, the penalty would be no cheap. So before any transgression(seen by the administration)is attempted by any writer who hasn't written and yet attempts to write or who has neither written nor attempts to do the same but has enough probability to have fame courtesy ghost writers, the organisers would step in to debar them from a session of reading and rehearsing. Because if for undiluted hours they allow the book readers to read and rehearse it could lead to a typified law and order problem leading to emergence of bawdy emoluments. Nothing that could turn pricey and sap their passbook savvy could be allowed by anyone with any bent of mind. Mind which we all are proud to possess but are afraid to deploy.
With the scuffle between the organisers and writers not looming large, it was the turn of intellectuals to charge. In the literature festival the collection is of individuals who have reached prime as far as intellectual capacity is concerned; those who are established intellectuals and yet have not been notified by their writing-and-not-sulking world; those who attempt to be intellectuals and are yet to discover the way to this tag that is perpetual; and those who don't aspire and don't dream of the same and yet have been carrying this tag for long and with no gain. The collection spelled out in clinical details, the literature fest of reading and on occasions coughing, has tried over the years to discover, dissect and digress. Discovery is oneself and dissection is of the writings that others have attempted to do with clarity shoot.
Some would say that it is the balanced coverage of the literature festival that has balanced the organisers to balance their outlook and time and again look at their passbook. None of the organisers would like to go beyond the brief spelled by the administration and if they do so, the penalty would be no cheap. So before any transgression(seen by the administration)is attempted by any writer who hasn't written and yet attempts to write or who has neither written nor attempts to do the same but has enough probability to have fame courtesy ghost writers, the organisers would step in to debar them from a session of reading and rehearsing. Because if for undiluted hours they allow the book readers to read and rehearse it could lead to a typified law and order problem leading to emergence of bawdy emoluments. Nothing that could turn pricey and sap their passbook savvy could be allowed by anyone with any bent of mind. Mind which we all are proud to possess but are afraid to deploy.
With the scuffle between the organisers and writers not looming large, it was the turn of intellectuals to charge. In the literature festival the collection is of individuals who have reached prime as far as intellectual capacity is concerned; those who are established intellectuals and yet have not been notified by their writing-and-not-sulking world; those who attempt to be intellectuals and are yet to discover the way to this tag that is perpetual; and those who don't aspire and don't dream of the same and yet have been carrying this tag for long and with no gain. The collection spelled out in clinical details, the literature fest of reading and on occasions coughing, has tried over the years to discover, dissect and digress. Discovery is oneself and dissection is of the writings that others have attempted to do with clarity shoot.
THe TV Host from US and INterventions Near Mumbai Coast
THe TV Host from US and INterventions Near Mumbai Coast
It was a bash meant to hail the TV Host from the US, Oprah Winfrey, the name by which she is known in other nation states apart from the US claiming to preside over 50 states. THe bash happened in a certain locality of Mumbai this week and it was meant to be fairly strong and not week. Hosted by a socialite who was not aware that a local politico too had powers to bite, the music began appropriately before 10 at night. Seeing the collection of volunteers who had volunteered to be present at the site, the politico made a submission to the local police station that music was too loud but not enough to go beyond Mumbai Border and Crowd. As a result the cops had their first hour of intervention some time after 10.
Dawar Ki Adalat was supposed to churn out a seven-minute performance. But seeing the intervention from intervening authorities the Dawar and his Troupe staged to stay for less than seven and disappeared to a place not known to anyone. Minutes later the music soared to its desirable decibel level knowing well the volunteers who had trooped in could not sink in the experience if music did not hit hard their ear drums. It was probably at 11 when a soul having got enlightened to enliven the cops on the much-needed opportunity to march inside and chop the music that had a pre intervention surprise. So the second intervention came at half past 11 and post intervention, which no volunteer saw as privacy of their invasion, the music was back on its renewed feat.
At half past one when the new day had dawned coming with 90 minutes thunder, the third and final intervention came and this led to closure of gates for any volunteer who wanted to step inside and all those volunteers who had already stepped inside to fritter away to the large pool side called the Mumbai sea site. Collection of volunteers from the place where the bash was held to their relocation to the sea where they were free to a fairly degree showed the appropriateness of seashore for the bash for which the volunteers never gatecrashed. All in all it was a resident locality housing residents who were vocal and had not seen for ages the not-muted-and-fairly-registered music activity that led to these series of interventions and much anticipated curtains.
When the intervention authorities were asked about the intervening nature of their interventions, the reply intermittent with some taking showers was they were not aware who Oprah Winfrey was as they were still to get out of Oh la la Oh la la gear.
Smitten by Oh la la fever, they could least afford to have Oprah Winfrey as the new song weaver. Disposed by the idea that interventions are normal by any standards in a nation state like India, the Oprah Winfrey entourage descended on Vrindavan fair. Here too there was a mild and yet reportable scuffle between those volunteering to join Oprah and those determined to click and report on her new intervention less savera. Seeing the scuffle which had all the ingredients of a bursting bubble the TV host entourage moved next to Taj Mahal Courtyard.
What was evident at Taj Mahal were evidences of people visiting Taj and recognising the SEventh Wonder and failing to recognise the TV Host Thunder. So there were Khaki men and mediamen surrounding her and few in the crowd eager to picture her in the Agra Sun.
It was a bash meant to hail the TV Host from the US, Oprah Winfrey, the name by which she is known in other nation states apart from the US claiming to preside over 50 states. THe bash happened in a certain locality of Mumbai this week and it was meant to be fairly strong and not week. Hosted by a socialite who was not aware that a local politico too had powers to bite, the music began appropriately before 10 at night. Seeing the collection of volunteers who had volunteered to be present at the site, the politico made a submission to the local police station that music was too loud but not enough to go beyond Mumbai Border and Crowd. As a result the cops had their first hour of intervention some time after 10.
Dawar Ki Adalat was supposed to churn out a seven-minute performance. But seeing the intervention from intervening authorities the Dawar and his Troupe staged to stay for less than seven and disappeared to a place not known to anyone. Minutes later the music soared to its desirable decibel level knowing well the volunteers who had trooped in could not sink in the experience if music did not hit hard their ear drums. It was probably at 11 when a soul having got enlightened to enliven the cops on the much-needed opportunity to march inside and chop the music that had a pre intervention surprise. So the second intervention came at half past 11 and post intervention, which no volunteer saw as privacy of their invasion, the music was back on its renewed feat.
At half past one when the new day had dawned coming with 90 minutes thunder, the third and final intervention came and this led to closure of gates for any volunteer who wanted to step inside and all those volunteers who had already stepped inside to fritter away to the large pool side called the Mumbai sea site. Collection of volunteers from the place where the bash was held to their relocation to the sea where they were free to a fairly degree showed the appropriateness of seashore for the bash for which the volunteers never gatecrashed. All in all it was a resident locality housing residents who were vocal and had not seen for ages the not-muted-and-fairly-registered music activity that led to these series of interventions and much anticipated curtains.
When the intervention authorities were asked about the intervening nature of their interventions, the reply intermittent with some taking showers was they were not aware who Oprah Winfrey was as they were still to get out of Oh la la Oh la la gear.
Smitten by Oh la la fever, they could least afford to have Oprah Winfrey as the new song weaver. Disposed by the idea that interventions are normal by any standards in a nation state like India, the Oprah Winfrey entourage descended on Vrindavan fair. Here too there was a mild and yet reportable scuffle between those volunteering to join Oprah and those determined to click and report on her new intervention less savera. Seeing the scuffle which had all the ingredients of a bursting bubble the TV host entourage moved next to Taj Mahal Courtyard.
What was evident at Taj Mahal were evidences of people visiting Taj and recognising the SEventh Wonder and failing to recognise the TV Host Thunder. So there were Khaki men and mediamen surrounding her and few in the crowd eager to picture her in the Agra Sun.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
As I left Howrah
As i left Howrah
As i left Howrah by a train that was destined to get further late, the first point of interaction was with a gentleman who was destined to get down at mughalsarai and was eager to engage on National Capital issues of ascendance. Ascendancy we could rarely see as far as the National Capital was concerned and he broached on the Taxi fare in Delhi which leaves most with upset Belly. Upset belly was a talk i rarely could pull along given the spate of upsets in the past 60-odd zig-zag zest. Law and order too prominently figured and here we agreed the mindset of some of the residents of the national capital had to be freed. Freed from the clutches that money alone can't make them bypass the rules of the game and those who have been instrumental in ameliorating the lot of others so as to come heavy on law abiders can't have round the clock fame. Shame was the conduct of some residents of the city and here both the gentleman and i agreed that intrusive and abusive nature of some blacklisted entities would see an early end as the world is round and free.
Shuffling among topics like water, power and transport, the mughalsarai destined traveller - he was supposed to go all the way to Varanasi- agreed that a huge levy needs to be placed on big personal vehicles which are nothing but acts of running out of patience. THe New DElhi Capital Roads may not boast of a cluttered existence but seeing one individual in the entire car and along side a bus full of public shower was the least sign of civility and herein authorities need to come on fuel guzzlers heavy.
AS we spoke with some interventions from a North Eastern folk the point of agreements were the focus and the need to scale down the New Delhi prime, beginning with major events having a tier ii sunshine. AS there was no need for dinner, i had mine from Jan Aahar outlet in Howrah station where a lady from the North East holding a cell with a picture of her manning the cash desk. She was powerful enough to power in the requisite changes in coins and rupees and in between looking at her cell and the picture she had stored for ages and working in a structure that solely had pictures of rail.
In the coach i was, there were two other gentlemen, one working in Farakka division of NTPC and another in computer to plate print machine; one getting down at Allahabad and another at Kanpur. Both hailed from Burdwan and this revelation came when Kanpur man was about to deboard. Both Burdwan guys dropped enough hints that Kolkata is one city where the least visible to a biggie can easily reside as the city among metros has the smoothest ride.
Next morning when the M'sarai resident got down clad in a suit boot in came another gentleman who preferred the upper berth route. Comfortable for me as i desired lower berth and all along the day and i had my way. The new arrival slept and in between had meals and when the time came for interaction i was quite amazed. Points of discord emerged from his talk as he tried to run down the system by suggesting that any number of loopholes can be dissected howsoever strong the resolve of the govt. may be. THis gentleman was going to Dubai for the final settlement of his bills and he declared with no hesitation that Dubai, a strong centre of tourism, was heading towards turbulent submission. For Abu Dhabi as well, the story he put on board was no inspiring. And post Dubai visit he was headed towards Varanasi hoping to initiate the business dealing with rudraksha kit.
Later refusing to enter into any form of interaction as his logic that money could show you the way to bend the rules could hardly inspire anyone, i was waiting for the train and its destination. Probably around 4 in the evening it entered the Kanpur territory and alongside Seemanchal also pulled inside which too was headed towards National Capital destination. From Kanpur the speed of the train i was in was determined by the fog it engulfed and the trains that were ahead of us.It was at 2 the next morning the train reached the Old DElhi destination and for the next four hours i bided my time in Waiting room with some taking to sleep with blankets and quilts. The waiting room was comparatively clean and the train premises too with a presentable face. The infusion of coffee from a food joint on a platform near the entrance was a botheration of sorts as it led to a struggle in belly lasting for few hours.
It was a journey from Howrah almost lasting two nights and i was in a coach that was just two months old. Manufactured at Kapurthala Coach Factory, i was lucky to be in and equally concerned for how long it would have the shine. Perhaps the shine would last and we would have our date with trains round the year and with no fear.
As i left Howrah by a train that was destined to get further late, the first point of interaction was with a gentleman who was destined to get down at mughalsarai and was eager to engage on National Capital issues of ascendance. Ascendancy we could rarely see as far as the National Capital was concerned and he broached on the Taxi fare in Delhi which leaves most with upset Belly. Upset belly was a talk i rarely could pull along given the spate of upsets in the past 60-odd zig-zag zest. Law and order too prominently figured and here we agreed the mindset of some of the residents of the national capital had to be freed. Freed from the clutches that money alone can't make them bypass the rules of the game and those who have been instrumental in ameliorating the lot of others so as to come heavy on law abiders can't have round the clock fame. Shame was the conduct of some residents of the city and here both the gentleman and i agreed that intrusive and abusive nature of some blacklisted entities would see an early end as the world is round and free.
Shuffling among topics like water, power and transport, the mughalsarai destined traveller - he was supposed to go all the way to Varanasi- agreed that a huge levy needs to be placed on big personal vehicles which are nothing but acts of running out of patience. THe New DElhi Capital Roads may not boast of a cluttered existence but seeing one individual in the entire car and along side a bus full of public shower was the least sign of civility and herein authorities need to come on fuel guzzlers heavy.
AS we spoke with some interventions from a North Eastern folk the point of agreements were the focus and the need to scale down the New Delhi prime, beginning with major events having a tier ii sunshine. AS there was no need for dinner, i had mine from Jan Aahar outlet in Howrah station where a lady from the North East holding a cell with a picture of her manning the cash desk. She was powerful enough to power in the requisite changes in coins and rupees and in between looking at her cell and the picture she had stored for ages and working in a structure that solely had pictures of rail.
In the coach i was, there were two other gentlemen, one working in Farakka division of NTPC and another in computer to plate print machine; one getting down at Allahabad and another at Kanpur. Both hailed from Burdwan and this revelation came when Kanpur man was about to deboard. Both Burdwan guys dropped enough hints that Kolkata is one city where the least visible to a biggie can easily reside as the city among metros has the smoothest ride.
Next morning when the M'sarai resident got down clad in a suit boot in came another gentleman who preferred the upper berth route. Comfortable for me as i desired lower berth and all along the day and i had my way. The new arrival slept and in between had meals and when the time came for interaction i was quite amazed. Points of discord emerged from his talk as he tried to run down the system by suggesting that any number of loopholes can be dissected howsoever strong the resolve of the govt. may be. THis gentleman was going to Dubai for the final settlement of his bills and he declared with no hesitation that Dubai, a strong centre of tourism, was heading towards turbulent submission. For Abu Dhabi as well, the story he put on board was no inspiring. And post Dubai visit he was headed towards Varanasi hoping to initiate the business dealing with rudraksha kit.
Later refusing to enter into any form of interaction as his logic that money could show you the way to bend the rules could hardly inspire anyone, i was waiting for the train and its destination. Probably around 4 in the evening it entered the Kanpur territory and alongside Seemanchal also pulled inside which too was headed towards National Capital destination. From Kanpur the speed of the train i was in was determined by the fog it engulfed and the trains that were ahead of us.It was at 2 the next morning the train reached the Old DElhi destination and for the next four hours i bided my time in Waiting room with some taking to sleep with blankets and quilts. The waiting room was comparatively clean and the train premises too with a presentable face. The infusion of coffee from a food joint on a platform near the entrance was a botheration of sorts as it led to a struggle in belly lasting for few hours.
It was a journey from Howrah almost lasting two nights and i was in a coach that was just two months old. Manufactured at Kapurthala Coach Factory, i was lucky to be in and equally concerned for how long it would have the shine. Perhaps the shine would last and we would have our date with trains round the year and with no fear.
Why do people tweet? Is their aversion to sleep that leads them to tweet
Why do people tweet? Is their aversion to sleep that leads them to tweet
Why do people tweet? Is their aversion to sleep that leads them to tweet. Well, there is no research to suggest that people took to tweeting when the country they resided in had a downgrade rating ; and perhaps to beat that downgrade depression they had their daily dose of tweeting sensation. Well, the research if and ever it comes before the tweet becomes no fun would correspond to the fact that tweets and their numbers are more or less the same from developed, developing or of the states whose status is yet to be known given no unfolding of envelope.
In the times of tweets and twists no one seems to be averse to this form of risk. Risk is least expected since the awakening message to awaken the Janata has to be 140-strong character adjusted. In the 140-strong-cum-supervising character, the object is to reach out to an audience which wants every update of tweeter shenanigans. Some tweet every hour of the rising and converting day; some tweet every day of the month and some tweet every month of the seasonal run. Amidst this there are few and disappearing tribe who tweet once in a while; necessarily translating to once in a year. Provocation is simple and solid: It is not just the solid waste that they flushed out in haste in one successful attempt from their toilet den; even the nagging constipation leading to thinking cap submission on the seat they fixed themselves to fight the tummy creation. In effect, from solid waste to constipation distaste has led them to imagine and become tweet race.
In the world driven by dissensions and fame, tweets are by some individuals who want their supremacy to reign. Supremacy they can least afford to let go and competitors they would like them to slow. In the competitive supremacy the number of followers tailing them is their show of strength and any figure less than one won't be seen as a trend. Followers in their bid to follow and fume follow those tweeters who tweet about the temperature in their city/state and the number of hours they stayed at home to free themselves from job gate. Job and career least interest them as tweeting gives them the weapon to advertise that this act of tweet followed randomly by fists has given them followers which no career on earth would have given them even when they would have turned their blowers. Forget followers any career they would have been disposed to would have not lend them evaders/ foes-turned-agitators as tweets have handed them. DEtails breaking to the number of hours slept and the number of hours wept are put in clinical fashion collaborating with the number of hours they intend to spend on getting their daily ration.
Well there are no golden rule to suggest that tweets have to be universally at this hour of the day as people tweet when they seem to have reached a feat. Feat would be how they assume their move they made at a particular hour leading them to a spate of followers barking at every waking hour.
The seasonal rush for tweets and seasonal abating is normally associated with the performance on different fronts. THe seasonal tweet from a sportsperson, largely defined as a cricket sensation, could well be his thrill at not participating in the forthcoming contests as that would make him more eligible from a long deserved rest. The tweet from a politico could well be at the prospect of not contesting polls as he could well be hauled up by his foes-turned-seniors that he could poll this much votes when they poured their heart and soul to defeat him with money fort.
The tweet from a middleman in the middle of nowhere could be on the meddlesome nature the system has been, meddling at his every move to milk it at the milking hours and depriving him of his daily cash shower.
Tweets that are to follow would be from the stable of ATMs; Instead of 24 hour ATMs, it could well read as 12 hour ATMs/12 hour CBMs (confidence building measures). Because to enter the atm one has to have the requisite confidence that once having withdrawn his pie he s/he won't be asked to part with the same once s/he steps out leaving them to a long spell of cry. Entering an ATM too calls for a degree of confidence as the ATM card holders have to assume that someone with an assumed name would have deposited the cash they wish to withdraw failing which they would tweet the turn of events as a system flaw.
As for the tweet from a laundrywallah could well be deposit 12 clothes in one go, take six and consequentially pay for six. Because most of the clothes sent for laundry have innumerable ruptures given the body that is seized within and struggling to cling and once freed the clothes have all to bleed. Torn and coloured apart is the fabric and the laundrywallah who attends to all clothes deposited would be a maverick.
Tweet from a trafficwallah could well be on the slow pace of vehicle movement and how s/he desires it to be enduring slow so that s/he does not have to step out on the road to give their tongue blow. If slow is the traffic fewer would be skirmishes and fewer would be the occasions to spot those vehiclewallah sporting rashes. Tweet from a buswallah would be on the bus carrying more than its desirable capacity and here the fuel tank has to be filled keeping in mind all adversity.
Tweets from a common man would generally ponder on the temerity clan; the clan who could hold his/her nerves against every bite and yet refuse to be drawn in for a fight. Tweets could be simple and on occasions not looking stale and yet not disposed to the idea of having a long trail.
So tweets in all are about the rules they tweaked and guidelines they shrieked. The weather they freaked and the return they desired to their fief. Tweets would come and go as long as people would sport a glow; tweets would be under threat if plateaued growth is the story that is fed. Because in the past 20 years the projections for growth change every day from decimal to a point given the quantum of agitators in the fray.
Hailing the tweet culture is the fad and enormity of the traffic and the content would be decided by those who day in day out have a job to act.
Why do people tweet? Is their aversion to sleep that leads them to tweet. Well, there is no research to suggest that people took to tweeting when the country they resided in had a downgrade rating ; and perhaps to beat that downgrade depression they had their daily dose of tweeting sensation. Well, the research if and ever it comes before the tweet becomes no fun would correspond to the fact that tweets and their numbers are more or less the same from developed, developing or of the states whose status is yet to be known given no unfolding of envelope.
In the times of tweets and twists no one seems to be averse to this form of risk. Risk is least expected since the awakening message to awaken the Janata has to be 140-strong character adjusted. In the 140-strong-cum-supervising character, the object is to reach out to an audience which wants every update of tweeter shenanigans. Some tweet every hour of the rising and converting day; some tweet every day of the month and some tweet every month of the seasonal run. Amidst this there are few and disappearing tribe who tweet once in a while; necessarily translating to once in a year. Provocation is simple and solid: It is not just the solid waste that they flushed out in haste in one successful attempt from their toilet den; even the nagging constipation leading to thinking cap submission on the seat they fixed themselves to fight the tummy creation. In effect, from solid waste to constipation distaste has led them to imagine and become tweet race.
In the world driven by dissensions and fame, tweets are by some individuals who want their supremacy to reign. Supremacy they can least afford to let go and competitors they would like them to slow. In the competitive supremacy the number of followers tailing them is their show of strength and any figure less than one won't be seen as a trend. Followers in their bid to follow and fume follow those tweeters who tweet about the temperature in their city/state and the number of hours they stayed at home to free themselves from job gate. Job and career least interest them as tweeting gives them the weapon to advertise that this act of tweet followed randomly by fists has given them followers which no career on earth would have given them even when they would have turned their blowers. Forget followers any career they would have been disposed to would have not lend them evaders/ foes-turned-agitators as tweets have handed them. DEtails breaking to the number of hours slept and the number of hours wept are put in clinical fashion collaborating with the number of hours they intend to spend on getting their daily ration.
Well there are no golden rule to suggest that tweets have to be universally at this hour of the day as people tweet when they seem to have reached a feat. Feat would be how they assume their move they made at a particular hour leading them to a spate of followers barking at every waking hour.
The seasonal rush for tweets and seasonal abating is normally associated with the performance on different fronts. THe seasonal tweet from a sportsperson, largely defined as a cricket sensation, could well be his thrill at not participating in the forthcoming contests as that would make him more eligible from a long deserved rest. The tweet from a politico could well be at the prospect of not contesting polls as he could well be hauled up by his foes-turned-seniors that he could poll this much votes when they poured their heart and soul to defeat him with money fort.
The tweet from a middleman in the middle of nowhere could be on the meddlesome nature the system has been, meddling at his every move to milk it at the milking hours and depriving him of his daily cash shower.
Tweets that are to follow would be from the stable of ATMs; Instead of 24 hour ATMs, it could well read as 12 hour ATMs/12 hour CBMs (confidence building measures). Because to enter the atm one has to have the requisite confidence that once having withdrawn his pie he s/he won't be asked to part with the same once s/he steps out leaving them to a long spell of cry. Entering an ATM too calls for a degree of confidence as the ATM card holders have to assume that someone with an assumed name would have deposited the cash they wish to withdraw failing which they would tweet the turn of events as a system flaw.
As for the tweet from a laundrywallah could well be deposit 12 clothes in one go, take six and consequentially pay for six. Because most of the clothes sent for laundry have innumerable ruptures given the body that is seized within and struggling to cling and once freed the clothes have all to bleed. Torn and coloured apart is the fabric and the laundrywallah who attends to all clothes deposited would be a maverick.
Tweet from a trafficwallah could well be on the slow pace of vehicle movement and how s/he desires it to be enduring slow so that s/he does not have to step out on the road to give their tongue blow. If slow is the traffic fewer would be skirmishes and fewer would be the occasions to spot those vehiclewallah sporting rashes. Tweet from a buswallah would be on the bus carrying more than its desirable capacity and here the fuel tank has to be filled keeping in mind all adversity.
Tweets from a common man would generally ponder on the temerity clan; the clan who could hold his/her nerves against every bite and yet refuse to be drawn in for a fight. Tweets could be simple and on occasions not looking stale and yet not disposed to the idea of having a long trail.
So tweets in all are about the rules they tweaked and guidelines they shrieked. The weather they freaked and the return they desired to their fief. Tweets would come and go as long as people would sport a glow; tweets would be under threat if plateaued growth is the story that is fed. Because in the past 20 years the projections for growth change every day from decimal to a point given the quantum of agitators in the fray.
Hailing the tweet culture is the fad and enormity of the traffic and the content would be decided by those who day in day out have a job to act.
WEst Bengal, Odisha and Gujarat are three states which hope to do well despite some trying to pull them down. Let's hail the achievements and let's hail the attempts towards a turnaround. Cynics would try to derail them. But they have the wishes of the masses which won't fail them. Even those staying outside the state would wish them well.They have to hope for the best and hope their work would speak for them and endure them in the long test. Hope they endure and get the states secure.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Having reached Howrah and taking the train ticket
Having reached Howrah and taking the train ticket
It was the first Wednesday of the year and i was in Howrah Gear. Took the accommodation next to Esplanade and hoping to spend the next two to three days in the city that had much to offer as a cake. Perhaps the last night journey from Puri and the broken sleep for the past two-three days gave me the urgency to head towards National Capital even if there were risks waiting to unravel.
From Dharmatollah Railway Counter i took the ticket and from there i headed towards Ras Behari Avenue to search for an accommodation that i may not have to vacate in submission. The stroll through Ras Behari Avenue reminded me of the previous foray to this area when in 2008 i had come visiting Kolkata via Asansol Adda. Went past Venkateshwar, Ma Tara and Metro lodges. All seem to be highly inhabitale; inhibiting was the tariff of some and not bearable. The search wasn't futile in the sense this area lay in vicinity of Kalighat. On the way back took tea leaves from Druba Tea Centre (perhaps that is the name i can recall) as they had put the hoarding of Original Tea CEntre and were ready to roll. It was the bus i decide to take to Esplanade and soon had to replace it with the metro as the traffic on the road was too strong to disappear in one go.
Having retired for the night, it was the battle for the next day when i had to vacate room early and train was well past seven from Howrah Gallery. Went to Kalighat and on return handed the key of the lodge after having taken the belongings from room cot. Hoping to catch on College Square fervour took the bus towards that end and in the middle of the journey realised the bus was headed towards Dakshineshwar fence.
Struggling with a sprained and yet manageable neck i managed to take this ride and within 75 minutes i was in my destination. It was after three i had my turn and it was a cherished moment which would be hard to forget. The wait for doors to open was worthy by all sense as i had my kachodi bhaji from shops along the fence coming along with jhugni from a territory having makeshift vendors. This one i visited for the first time and i relished to no end. The vendor selling Ma pictures was kind enough to hand over the pictures i desired and this Dakshineshwar Day was the one i aspired. Before leaving Ma K Dwar i collected the Calendar from a room adjacent to the library. If possible one should collect them as they have major festivals etched on them.
The commute back began with a bus going towards Dunlop and further by a bus going towards Ras Behari Avenue. One Bong family having boarded the bus remarked "Govt ke bus" given the broad seats it had and the body illustrating that it had been on roads more than the desired hours. It was in Rabindra Sadan roundabout i mistook the bus heading in the opposite direction and i deboarded and took a taxi as time was my consideration. Paying 30 i reached near R B Avenue and from there walked to Druba Tea Centre for tea leaves which i wanted in my tea pot to appear. It was a struggle for a while as on return the metro i took had developed some glitches and refused to shoot. I boarded a taxi where already one person was on the back seat. i paid 50 and somehow managed to reach Esplanade by which the clock had 6.40 shine and perhaps looking to the looming train fine . Just one hour to collect the luggage and reach Howrah, it was a rush i could barely manage.
It was already seven and from Maidan bus station the taxiwallahs were asking for my hiked rate submission. Somehow took the bus for Howrah and there were gentlemen cooped inside who were suggesting i should have tried the Taxi ride. By half past seven i was in Howrah and the enquiry centre revealed the train had been reset for 10:40 cure. Took the meals from Jan Aahar and waited for the 10:40 shine.
The Howrah station was fairly clean and with no filth/fluids around this remarkable progression was amazing given the unmanageable crowd that round the clock abound. Locals from Bolpur, Digha, Burdwan and other places were trooping in and trooping out and the size of the crowd quite sizeable and not leading to any bout.
Kolkata and Puri were great and the glow on the face showed they are not bound by any chase.
Hope Odisha and WEst Bengal have their moments of pride and have as much investments as they try. Administrators in both the states need not get bogged down by what critics say and need not respond to all provocations and the best part is they are on a chair from where they can take decisions with no fear. Decisions they have to take even if less populist some may look as the economy has to be brought on track and job schemes have to be back. Let's Look at The Big Picture and the challenges we have to meet and not get derailed by critics claim.
It was the first Wednesday of the year and i was in Howrah Gear. Took the accommodation next to Esplanade and hoping to spend the next two to three days in the city that had much to offer as a cake. Perhaps the last night journey from Puri and the broken sleep for the past two-three days gave me the urgency to head towards National Capital even if there were risks waiting to unravel.
From Dharmatollah Railway Counter i took the ticket and from there i headed towards Ras Behari Avenue to search for an accommodation that i may not have to vacate in submission. The stroll through Ras Behari Avenue reminded me of the previous foray to this area when in 2008 i had come visiting Kolkata via Asansol Adda. Went past Venkateshwar, Ma Tara and Metro lodges. All seem to be highly inhabitale; inhibiting was the tariff of some and not bearable. The search wasn't futile in the sense this area lay in vicinity of Kalighat. On the way back took tea leaves from Druba Tea Centre (perhaps that is the name i can recall) as they had put the hoarding of Original Tea CEntre and were ready to roll. It was the bus i decide to take to Esplanade and soon had to replace it with the metro as the traffic on the road was too strong to disappear in one go.
Having retired for the night, it was the battle for the next day when i had to vacate room early and train was well past seven from Howrah Gallery. Went to Kalighat and on return handed the key of the lodge after having taken the belongings from room cot. Hoping to catch on College Square fervour took the bus towards that end and in the middle of the journey realised the bus was headed towards Dakshineshwar fence.
Struggling with a sprained and yet manageable neck i managed to take this ride and within 75 minutes i was in my destination. It was after three i had my turn and it was a cherished moment which would be hard to forget. The wait for doors to open was worthy by all sense as i had my kachodi bhaji from shops along the fence coming along with jhugni from a territory having makeshift vendors. This one i visited for the first time and i relished to no end. The vendor selling Ma pictures was kind enough to hand over the pictures i desired and this Dakshineshwar Day was the one i aspired. Before leaving Ma K Dwar i collected the Calendar from a room adjacent to the library. If possible one should collect them as they have major festivals etched on them.
The commute back began with a bus going towards Dunlop and further by a bus going towards Ras Behari Avenue. One Bong family having boarded the bus remarked "Govt ke bus" given the broad seats it had and the body illustrating that it had been on roads more than the desired hours. It was in Rabindra Sadan roundabout i mistook the bus heading in the opposite direction and i deboarded and took a taxi as time was my consideration. Paying 30 i reached near R B Avenue and from there walked to Druba Tea Centre for tea leaves which i wanted in my tea pot to appear. It was a struggle for a while as on return the metro i took had developed some glitches and refused to shoot. I boarded a taxi where already one person was on the back seat. i paid 50 and somehow managed to reach Esplanade by which the clock had 6.40 shine and perhaps looking to the looming train fine . Just one hour to collect the luggage and reach Howrah, it was a rush i could barely manage.
It was already seven and from Maidan bus station the taxiwallahs were asking for my hiked rate submission. Somehow took the bus for Howrah and there were gentlemen cooped inside who were suggesting i should have tried the Taxi ride. By half past seven i was in Howrah and the enquiry centre revealed the train had been reset for 10:40 cure. Took the meals from Jan Aahar and waited for the 10:40 shine.
The Howrah station was fairly clean and with no filth/fluids around this remarkable progression was amazing given the unmanageable crowd that round the clock abound. Locals from Bolpur, Digha, Burdwan and other places were trooping in and trooping out and the size of the crowd quite sizeable and not leading to any bout.
Kolkata and Puri were great and the glow on the face showed they are not bound by any chase.
Hope Odisha and WEst Bengal have their moments of pride and have as much investments as they try. Administrators in both the states need not get bogged down by what critics say and need not respond to all provocations and the best part is they are on a chair from where they can take decisions with no fear. Decisions they have to take even if less populist some may look as the economy has to be brought on track and job schemes have to be back. Let's Look at The Big Picture and the challenges we have to meet and not get derailed by critics claim.
Going Past Bali Sahi in Puri
Going past Bali Sahi and on to the beach road in Puri you come across hotels and handloom centres. Beginning with Hotel trimurti, hotel Ambar, hotel Om, Sambalpur handloom, Orissa State Tantuja, Orissa Tantushree. Further down the road is Hotel Seagull, Handloom Market Complex, UTkalika Orissa State Handloom Emporium, Sri Kanchi Kamkoti Sankaracharya Math, Dr Babaji Mohapatra M.H M.S Govt. recognised, Shree Sankar Taxi Centre, Lily Cottage (Shipping Corporation Co-op Credit Society Limited Holiday Home. This is followed by Hotel Palinpuri, Hotel Park, Sargam South Indian restaurant (packet food for train here is the signboard).
Hotel Ocean View, Balaram Travels (from here the first lane goes inside), Kaluram tours and travels, Ma Mandir, Sea View Hotel, Vithal Kamats restaurant, Hotel Swapnapuri, Victoria Club Hotel, Puri Hotel, IDBI ATM, Amber Restaurant, Deep Resorts, United Bank Of India, Sri Sri Balananda Tirthashram, Central Excise and Customs Holiday Home. This is followed by hoarding of Mani Tirumala Nandan Road( 80 per cent apartments sold out).
Next i come across is Jay Maa Kali Mistaana Bhandar from where i used to have curd in 2009.It was the search for the curd in 2009 that made one gentleman take me to dahi ka karkhana and this was none other than Jay Maa Kali Mistaana Bhandar. Next to Pramod babu kia dukan from where i have the tea is hotel trupti.
Hotel Ocean View, Balaram Travels (from here the first lane goes inside), Kaluram tours and travels, Ma Mandir, Sea View Hotel, Vithal Kamats restaurant, Hotel Swapnapuri, Victoria Club Hotel, Puri Hotel, IDBI ATM, Amber Restaurant, Deep Resorts, United Bank Of India, Sri Sri Balananda Tirthashram, Central Excise and Customs Holiday Home. This is followed by hoarding of Mani Tirumala Nandan Road( 80 per cent apartments sold out).
Next i come across is Jay Maa Kali Mistaana Bhandar from where i used to have curd in 2009.It was the search for the curd in 2009 that made one gentleman take me to dahi ka karkhana and this was none other than Jay Maa Kali Mistaana Bhandar. Next to Pramod babu kia dukan from where i have the tea is hotel trupti.
Monday, January 2, 2012
The ride from Puri to Howrah
The ride from Puri to Howrah
Supposed to vacate the room by 10 in the morning i had over 12 hours to spend before the return journey to Howrah could commence. Stay beginning from the last Tuesday of December, it had been comfortable to the point that miles could be clocked on foot and hours could be sent on writing. Just before quarter past 10 the room was vacated with the luggage stored in an adjoining room for the next 10 hours. This gave me the opportunity to go past Bali Sahi Road and take the stretch from Hotel Trimurti to right up to Jay Maa Kaali Mistaana Bhandaar.
It was the desire for Khaja that led me to the Lord Jagannath's temple before noon and the best way to reach was through rear gate. Against this the January One rush was huge and still one could afford to be out of temple premises within one-and-a-half hour given the structured movement of the crowd. Long was the moustache of the man perched on a platform giving instructions on how one should move in and get out engaging in no sessions of bout. ON Jan one he could be spotted in the morning and late in the evening. AS for Jan two, the rush was palpably less and in and out movements involving no brush. Post Khaja - inside the temple right opposite Lord Jagannath's idol Khaja is 5 rs a piece and if one steps out few metes away it comes for rs 10 - the concern shifted to the time that had to be spent before taking the return train. It was walk past Dolamandap Sahi and roundabout that helped in getting the requisite circulation in the legs and later engage in writing fest. As the evening approached the ride to the station via Grand Road showcased its grandeur and how over the years it has been able to maintain the momentum. Once inside the station the monumental rush was evident given the spate of trains that were supposed to leave in the late evening. Proportion of the crowd comprised of those hailing from North India and heading towards their destination via Howrah.
Came across one gentleman manning a shop between platform 4 and 5 and he could hardly be spotted given his low height and surfeit of articles his shop showcased. Limited interaction revealed that he had been manning the shop for the past 42 years and i wished him well.
It was already half past 10 and still the entire coaches hadn't pulled inside the platform. Probably the hosepipe between the two coaches had developed some snag and it took some efforts from personnel underneath the coach to repair the same. When i entered the 3AC coach after a while commotion broke out as two gentlemen from the State of West Bengal were having issues on luggage and how it had to be accommodated. One gentleman came to my side and narrated his tale in Bangla. Could make out much of his narration but had to limit my conversation given my Bangla limitations. Having Taken the seat in B1 or B2 i shifted to another coach (seat number 16) as some had their long list of RACs and wanted to be through. THe side upper was ok and attempted sleep amidst majority who hailed from Bangla Fief.
Morning was spent amidst some hailing from Hati Bagan(Kolkata). Discussions revealed that they had been visiting Puri for the past 16 years and making a point to stay in Hotel Puri, the one i had sighted quite often when i went for beach ride to a greater degree. This Hati Bagan Group comprised close to 30 members and probably they had taken five rooms in Puri. The tariff was a meagre 100-150 rs in the earlier period and now it stood at 900 rs (100 rs discount as they had been keeping their date on an annual basis). They even managed to get a Oriya cook who prepared the food in lumpsum and get them the required pump. Stay starting from Dec 28 and winding to Jan 2. THen and there i realised how freely i could interact with them. Exchange of ideas were on Jagannath Temple and the place where the meals are prepared before being offered to the Lord and how one can hope to get a view of the same. UNanimous were our views that Jan One saw a big rush and thanks to the arrangements the movement was without any hassles and brush. This reminded me of the College Street Pandal in Kolkata when in the month of October, not less than a million visit the pandal during the entire duration and yet there is no shoving and pushing. Structured is the movement and splendid is the mind of those who visit them.
The Hati Bagan residents seem to be the most cherished group and best wishes to the old lady who conversed with me in Bangla and i wished her she would be visiting Lord Jagannath's Abode for the next 10 years.
AS we inched towards Howrah Station, we were told that the train is more an hour late and by the time we reached most of us had the taxi parked at the gate. THe taxi i took to reach Esplanade and from there i reached Chandni International on foot. Akram was the manager whom i handed keys when i finally left and the oranges was from Mushtaq who seem to be in no zest.
Best wishes to Surya Sen lodgewallah for letting me stay for 10 days; best wishes to orangewallah on Surya Sen Street who was kind enough to hand me the best oranges; best wishes to favourite cabin (S S Street) for giving me the desired tea; best wishes to newspaper vendor on S S Street; best wishes to a tea vendor on Dolamandap Sahi, Puri (next to the ramashree lodge); and best wishes to the vendor between platform 4 and five on Puri Station functioning for the past 42 years.
During the stay in Odisha and Kolkata, elaborate and appropriate was the conduct of people i came across and rooted to the ground was their round the clock toss.
Supposed to vacate the room by 10 in the morning i had over 12 hours to spend before the return journey to Howrah could commence. Stay beginning from the last Tuesday of December, it had been comfortable to the point that miles could be clocked on foot and hours could be sent on writing. Just before quarter past 10 the room was vacated with the luggage stored in an adjoining room for the next 10 hours. This gave me the opportunity to go past Bali Sahi Road and take the stretch from Hotel Trimurti to right up to Jay Maa Kaali Mistaana Bhandaar.
It was the desire for Khaja that led me to the Lord Jagannath's temple before noon and the best way to reach was through rear gate. Against this the January One rush was huge and still one could afford to be out of temple premises within one-and-a-half hour given the structured movement of the crowd. Long was the moustache of the man perched on a platform giving instructions on how one should move in and get out engaging in no sessions of bout. ON Jan one he could be spotted in the morning and late in the evening. AS for Jan two, the rush was palpably less and in and out movements involving no brush. Post Khaja - inside the temple right opposite Lord Jagannath's idol Khaja is 5 rs a piece and if one steps out few metes away it comes for rs 10 - the concern shifted to the time that had to be spent before taking the return train. It was walk past Dolamandap Sahi and roundabout that helped in getting the requisite circulation in the legs and later engage in writing fest. As the evening approached the ride to the station via Grand Road showcased its grandeur and how over the years it has been able to maintain the momentum. Once inside the station the monumental rush was evident given the spate of trains that were supposed to leave in the late evening. Proportion of the crowd comprised of those hailing from North India and heading towards their destination via Howrah.
Came across one gentleman manning a shop between platform 4 and 5 and he could hardly be spotted given his low height and surfeit of articles his shop showcased. Limited interaction revealed that he had been manning the shop for the past 42 years and i wished him well.
It was already half past 10 and still the entire coaches hadn't pulled inside the platform. Probably the hosepipe between the two coaches had developed some snag and it took some efforts from personnel underneath the coach to repair the same. When i entered the 3AC coach after a while commotion broke out as two gentlemen from the State of West Bengal were having issues on luggage and how it had to be accommodated. One gentleman came to my side and narrated his tale in Bangla. Could make out much of his narration but had to limit my conversation given my Bangla limitations. Having Taken the seat in B1 or B2 i shifted to another coach (seat number 16) as some had their long list of RACs and wanted to be through. THe side upper was ok and attempted sleep amidst majority who hailed from Bangla Fief.
Morning was spent amidst some hailing from Hati Bagan(Kolkata). Discussions revealed that they had been visiting Puri for the past 16 years and making a point to stay in Hotel Puri, the one i had sighted quite often when i went for beach ride to a greater degree. This Hati Bagan Group comprised close to 30 members and probably they had taken five rooms in Puri. The tariff was a meagre 100-150 rs in the earlier period and now it stood at 900 rs (100 rs discount as they had been keeping their date on an annual basis). They even managed to get a Oriya cook who prepared the food in lumpsum and get them the required pump. Stay starting from Dec 28 and winding to Jan 2. THen and there i realised how freely i could interact with them. Exchange of ideas were on Jagannath Temple and the place where the meals are prepared before being offered to the Lord and how one can hope to get a view of the same. UNanimous were our views that Jan One saw a big rush and thanks to the arrangements the movement was without any hassles and brush. This reminded me of the College Street Pandal in Kolkata when in the month of October, not less than a million visit the pandal during the entire duration and yet there is no shoving and pushing. Structured is the movement and splendid is the mind of those who visit them.
The Hati Bagan residents seem to be the most cherished group and best wishes to the old lady who conversed with me in Bangla and i wished her she would be visiting Lord Jagannath's Abode for the next 10 years.
AS we inched towards Howrah Station, we were told that the train is more an hour late and by the time we reached most of us had the taxi parked at the gate. THe taxi i took to reach Esplanade and from there i reached Chandni International on foot. Akram was the manager whom i handed keys when i finally left and the oranges was from Mushtaq who seem to be in no zest.
Best wishes to Surya Sen lodgewallah for letting me stay for 10 days; best wishes to orangewallah on Surya Sen Street who was kind enough to hand me the best oranges; best wishes to favourite cabin (S S Street) for giving me the desired tea; best wishes to newspaper vendor on S S Street; best wishes to a tea vendor on Dolamandap Sahi, Puri (next to the ramashree lodge); and best wishes to the vendor between platform 4 and five on Puri Station functioning for the past 42 years.
During the stay in Odisha and Kolkata, elaborate and appropriate was the conduct of people i came across and rooted to the ground was their round the clock toss.
It is the weather that would turn you to Puri. With exceedingly difficult and unmanageable cold in the North followed by a fighting and somewhat tolerable cold in Kolkata, the harsh winters are least to be seen in Puri. It is warm and rising during the day and sweaters are to be out when nights are in and days are out.
The temperatures one would relish happening in other parts of the country, especially the ones dogged by 24X7 winter and wilting commentary. Commentary is on the excessive cold that is in the air and leading to discomfort from top to bottom society layer.
Hope the winter abates in the North and it begins to resemble the very admirable heat of Puri and the cold becomes all-forgotten and displaced fury.
Summers are the best in any part of the country for the simple fact that immunity gets boosted from all round activity that has by and large people's sanctity. Surroundings are more visible in the Summers and haze is something that nobody has to bear. Hope spring is not far and summers would be something that would appeal to people wide and far.
Unbelievable has been the weather in this part of the country and the one that can set you to set long term goals.
The temperatures one would relish happening in other parts of the country, especially the ones dogged by 24X7 winter and wilting commentary. Commentary is on the excessive cold that is in the air and leading to discomfort from top to bottom society layer.
Hope the winter abates in the North and it begins to resemble the very admirable heat of Puri and the cold becomes all-forgotten and displaced fury.
Summers are the best in any part of the country for the simple fact that immunity gets boosted from all round activity that has by and large people's sanctity. Surroundings are more visible in the Summers and haze is something that nobody has to bear. Hope spring is not far and summers would be something that would appeal to people wide and far.
Unbelievable has been the weather in this part of the country and the one that can set you to set long term goals.
In Lord Jagannath's Abode in Odisha
In Lord Jagannath's Abode in Odisha
As i go past Bali Sahi in Lord Jagannath's Abode, the past few days spent here have been complimented with a query on what prevented me from coming to this place for the past two years. It was September 2009 when i visited Lord Jagannath's home for the first time with a seven-day stay split between two adjoining hotels, chandrama and anjaana, on Gopal Ballav Road. Over a dozen times i would have gone past Gopal Ballav Road, turning right to Gopabandhu Chowk, turning left towards Mochi Sahi Square which finally takes you to Dolamandap Sahi (Temple Road). The walk from Gopal Ballav Road to Lord Jagannath's temple would be under 2kms but enough to turn you down for a while before you started again. September was sultry strong and enough thoughts went into before you tried to step out in late afternoon. Howsoever strong the rush may be inside the temple the happiness quotient visible here has fewer comparables across country.
This time December has been pleasantly cool; and all of a sudden on the last Saturday of the year the humid conditions began to make their way. Post prasadam meals from the temple - for the days stationed here at least once is a must - as i stepped out to go for my routine coffee from a makeshift camp run by a tea/coffee vendor opposite Sea View Hotel i come across sweets and medical centres like Rathi Sweets, Bhai Bhai Sweets and Jagannath Homoeo Sadan on Bali Sahi Road. Further down the road there is Tri Shakti Club, Sri Sri Batalokanath Temple and Radha Ramana Bastralaya. It is just few metres before the road is to merge with the one facing the sea, Swargadwar, there is a tall red structure , Pranavananda Seva Niketan Bharat Sevashram Sangha. It houses accommodation facility. In proximity is the cultural centre and a free reading room. Well no one could be sighted manning the desk either at Accommodation Centre or Free Reading Room as the one supposed to answer queries was expected in the evening.
Prior to visiting the Pranavananda Seva Niketan, i visited the makeshift camp and the vendor was kind enough to hand me a strong coffee. On most of the occasions you come across vendors who outright reject the request for a special tea/coffee. The coffee i took was opposite Sea View hotel Sea Beach, established 1931. Establishment of this Sea View Hotel in 1931 suggests the foresight of the gentleman to raise a structure when India's very freedom story was far from reaching a stage of complete success. 1931 was the year and establishment done under the cloud of colonial fear. The Sea View would have lost count of the number of tourists it would have accommodated and got separated over the years. The other day while i was standing opposite this structure i saw uncountable number of empty beer bottles being loaded by a scrap dealer on his van; and this suggested despite the weather being temperamentally cool the visitors tend to have their share to keep their temperament under check. THe solitary Abode of Lord Jagannath has a Solitary Sea to its credit and solitary may be the numbers here and there who would be taking beer to be in fighting gear.
There are other hotels as well facing the sea and i did not venture out to update myself with the tariff turnaround they have witnessed. It would be nonsensical to get the tariff update when one does not intend to stay on this side of the city. One thing was for sure : Most of the crowd (comprising family) thronging to this place was cultured and not economical with truth. As for the seashore the surge of humanity was to be seen to be believed and as i stood there i was reminded of Marina beach in Chennai and the sole visit i undertook on a Sunday morning when the rush was palpably low.
On the return journey to Grand Road via Bali Sahi i come across Panda Communication, coming with the facilities of Rail, Air reservation, internet , xerox. Inside the doors are locked. Further away is Jagatguru Ramanuja Acharya Ki Digbijaya Peetha (Ramanuja Kota). What one can see are bushes inside and i don't venture further on this one. A few metres away is Students Point- education-cum-fashion, with the underlining message that all recharge coupons are available here.
As i go past Bali Sahi in Lord Jagannath's Abode, the past few days spent here have been complimented with a query on what prevented me from coming to this place for the past two years. It was September 2009 when i visited Lord Jagannath's home for the first time with a seven-day stay split between two adjoining hotels, chandrama and anjaana, on Gopal Ballav Road. Over a dozen times i would have gone past Gopal Ballav Road, turning right to Gopabandhu Chowk, turning left towards Mochi Sahi Square which finally takes you to Dolamandap Sahi (Temple Road). The walk from Gopal Ballav Road to Lord Jagannath's temple would be under 2kms but enough to turn you down for a while before you started again. September was sultry strong and enough thoughts went into before you tried to step out in late afternoon. Howsoever strong the rush may be inside the temple the happiness quotient visible here has fewer comparables across country.
This time December has been pleasantly cool; and all of a sudden on the last Saturday of the year the humid conditions began to make their way. Post prasadam meals from the temple - for the days stationed here at least once is a must - as i stepped out to go for my routine coffee from a makeshift camp run by a tea/coffee vendor opposite Sea View Hotel i come across sweets and medical centres like Rathi Sweets, Bhai Bhai Sweets and Jagannath Homoeo Sadan on Bali Sahi Road. Further down the road there is Tri Shakti Club, Sri Sri Batalokanath Temple and Radha Ramana Bastralaya. It is just few metres before the road is to merge with the one facing the sea, Swargadwar, there is a tall red structure , Pranavananda Seva Niketan Bharat Sevashram Sangha. It houses accommodation facility. In proximity is the cultural centre and a free reading room. Well no one could be sighted manning the desk either at Accommodation Centre or Free Reading Room as the one supposed to answer queries was expected in the evening.
Prior to visiting the Pranavananda Seva Niketan, i visited the makeshift camp and the vendor was kind enough to hand me a strong coffee. On most of the occasions you come across vendors who outright reject the request for a special tea/coffee. The coffee i took was opposite Sea View hotel Sea Beach, established 1931. Establishment of this Sea View Hotel in 1931 suggests the foresight of the gentleman to raise a structure when India's very freedom story was far from reaching a stage of complete success. 1931 was the year and establishment done under the cloud of colonial fear. The Sea View would have lost count of the number of tourists it would have accommodated and got separated over the years. The other day while i was standing opposite this structure i saw uncountable number of empty beer bottles being loaded by a scrap dealer on his van; and this suggested despite the weather being temperamentally cool the visitors tend to have their share to keep their temperament under check. THe solitary Abode of Lord Jagannath has a Solitary Sea to its credit and solitary may be the numbers here and there who would be taking beer to be in fighting gear.
There are other hotels as well facing the sea and i did not venture out to update myself with the tariff turnaround they have witnessed. It would be nonsensical to get the tariff update when one does not intend to stay on this side of the city. One thing was for sure : Most of the crowd (comprising family) thronging to this place was cultured and not economical with truth. As for the seashore the surge of humanity was to be seen to be believed and as i stood there i was reminded of Marina beach in Chennai and the sole visit i undertook on a Sunday morning when the rush was palpably low.
On the return journey to Grand Road via Bali Sahi i come across Panda Communication, coming with the facilities of Rail, Air reservation, internet , xerox. Inside the doors are locked. Further away is Jagatguru Ramanuja Acharya Ki Digbijaya Peetha (Ramanuja Kota). What one can see are bushes inside and i don't venture further on this one. A few metres away is Students Point- education-cum-fashion, with the underlining message that all recharge coupons are available here.
As i go on Gopal ballabh Road, there is hotel greenway, appayana restaurant (alu parwal kassa for rs 40 and tandoori roti a piece rs 15. hotel parichay, savera restaurant, slew of saloons, regional research institute for homoepathy, hotel chandrama, hotel anjaana and baby lodge.
As you leave mochi sahi square and on temple road is basiram lodge, baikuntha dham lodge, town lodge, baba lodge. On vip road is vip guest house and laxmi narayan guest house.
As you leave mochi sahi square and on temple road is basiram lodge, baikuntha dham lodge, town lodge, baba lodge. On vip road is vip guest house and laxmi narayan guest house.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Tea opposite Lily Cottage
Tea opposite Lily Cottage
It was the tea opposite Lily cottage that gave me the confidence that i could cover some distance on foot. Distances that i have been trying to cover on foot and Krupasandhu Communication opposite the beach i tried on two occasions for cyber bite. The man manning the desk and also serving as priest told me the nagging pain of net being slow and this would dislodge me from seamless flow. Probably the day on Sunday had begun with a visit to the Puri station to get the ticket for the next destination. Shutters were down when i reached there and in evidence was pushing and shoving as shutters were lifted in full glare.
The reservation personnel on counter two was taking his own sweet time to get functional. And the man ahead of me hailing from Odisha and claiming to have settled in Kerala too diagnosed the problem in the same sentiment. Probably the first ticket would have taken some time to be issued but the amount of time it took surely suggested that reservation personnel had some other issues to handle before he could issue the first printout clue. By the time my turn came courtesy a gentleman from the State of West Bengal who offered me his standing position thereby lending me to jump 10 places in ticket queue pump the ticket personnel had some issues with my pan card xerox. I handed him the original to satisfy his query and when the xerox was handed with signature appended he again had issues on how signature had been cemented. I signed again and gave him the requisite change and here on three different occasions he said : " aaj kal sab log governor samajte hai" The signature and its lessening clarity made him issue this statement three times perhaps suggesting that the issue of ticket was never on his mind. This has been the experience of most passengers that whenever they go to a reservation counter to get a ticket issued the reservation personnel is a person occupied with other thoughts and no care.
The ticket was issued for a State beyond Odisha and it came at Eight O One fare. The fare was steep and here i should count my blessings that confirmed ticket was the biggest reap.
The reservation personnel is in a world of his own and given the masses the railways carry you can't fault them for their shinning foam. The return from station to Temple Road was on foot and it was an experience that one should book. Because there are some green cover you pass through and some roads which has traffic few.Going past Station Road, VIP Road it does not take long for one to experience the green cover and the shinning hour.
It was the tea opposite Lily cottage that gave me the confidence that i could cover some distance on foot. Distances that i have been trying to cover on foot and Krupasandhu Communication opposite the beach i tried on two occasions for cyber bite. The man manning the desk and also serving as priest told me the nagging pain of net being slow and this would dislodge me from seamless flow. Probably the day on Sunday had begun with a visit to the Puri station to get the ticket for the next destination. Shutters were down when i reached there and in evidence was pushing and shoving as shutters were lifted in full glare.
The reservation personnel on counter two was taking his own sweet time to get functional. And the man ahead of me hailing from Odisha and claiming to have settled in Kerala too diagnosed the problem in the same sentiment. Probably the first ticket would have taken some time to be issued but the amount of time it took surely suggested that reservation personnel had some other issues to handle before he could issue the first printout clue. By the time my turn came courtesy a gentleman from the State of West Bengal who offered me his standing position thereby lending me to jump 10 places in ticket queue pump the ticket personnel had some issues with my pan card xerox. I handed him the original to satisfy his query and when the xerox was handed with signature appended he again had issues on how signature had been cemented. I signed again and gave him the requisite change and here on three different occasions he said : " aaj kal sab log governor samajte hai" The signature and its lessening clarity made him issue this statement three times perhaps suggesting that the issue of ticket was never on his mind. This has been the experience of most passengers that whenever they go to a reservation counter to get a ticket issued the reservation personnel is a person occupied with other thoughts and no care.
The ticket was issued for a State beyond Odisha and it came at Eight O One fare. The fare was steep and here i should count my blessings that confirmed ticket was the biggest reap.
The reservation personnel is in a world of his own and given the masses the railways carry you can't fault them for their shinning foam. The return from station to Temple Road was on foot and it was an experience that one should book. Because there are some green cover you pass through and some roads which has traffic few.Going past Station Road, VIP Road it does not take long for one to experience the green cover and the shinning hour.
In Lord Jagannath's Abode in Odisha
As i go past Bali Sahi in Lord Jagannath's Abode, the past few days spent here have been complimented with a query on what prevented me from coming to this place for the past two years. It was September 2009 when i visited Lord Jagannath's home for the first time with a seven-day stay split between two adjoining hotels, chandrama and anjaana, on Gopal Ballav Road. Over a dozen times i would have gone past Gopal Ballav Road, turning right to Gopabandhu Chowk, turning left towards Mochi Sahi Square which finally takes you to Dolamandap Sahi (Temple Road). The walk from Gopal Ballav Road to Lord Jagannath's temple would be under 2kms but enough to turn you down for a while before you started again. September was sultry strong and enough thoughts went into before you tried to step out in late afternoon. Howsoever strong the rush may be inside the temple the happiness quotient visible here has fewer comparables across country.
This time December has been pleasantly cool; and all of a sudden on the last Saturday of the year the humid conditions began to make their way. Post prasadam meals from the temple - for the days stationed here at least once is a must - as i stepped out to go for my routine coffee from a makeshift camp run by a tea/coffee vendor opposite Sea View Hotel i come across sweets and medical centres like Rathi Sweets, Bhai Bhai Sweets and Jagannath Homoeo Sadan on Bali Sahi Road. Further down the road there is Tri Shakti Club, Sri Sri Batalokanath Temple and Radha Ramana Bastralaya. It is just few metres before the road is to merge with the one facing the sea, Swargadwar, there is a tall red structure , Pranavananda Seva Niketan Bharat Sevashram Sangha. It houses accommodation facility. In proximity is the cultural centre and a free reading room. Well no one could be sighted manning the desk either at Accommodation Centre or Free Reading Room as the one supposed to answer queries was expected in the evening.
Prior to visiting the Pranavananda Seva Niketan, i visited the makeshift camp and the vendor was kind enough to hand me a strong coffee. On most of the occasions you come across vendors who outright reject the request for a special tea/coffee. The coffee i took was opposite Sea View hotel Sea Beach, established 1931. Establishment of this Sea View Hotel in 1931 suggests the foresight of the gentleman to raise a structure when India's very freedom story was far from reaching a stage of complete success. 1931 was the year and establishment done under the cloud of colonial fear. The Sea View would have lost count of the number of tourists it would have accommodated and got separated over the years. The other day while i was standing opposite this structure i saw uncountable number of empty beer bottles being loaded by a scrap dealer on his van; and this suggested despite the weather being temperamentally cool the visitors tend to have their share to keep their temperament under check. THe solitary Abode of Lord Jagannath has a Solitary Sea to its credit and solitary may be the numbers here and there who would be taking beer to be in fighting gear.
There are other hotels as well facing the sea and i did not venture out to update myself with the tariff turnaround they have witnessed. It would be nonsensical to get the tariff update when one does not intend to stay on this side of the city. One thing was for sure : Most of the crowd (comprising family) thronging to this place was cultured and not economical with truth. As for the seashore the surge of humanity was to be seen to be believed and as i stood there i was reminded of Marina beach in Chennai and the sole visit i undertook on a Sunday morning when the rush was palpably low.
On the return journey to Grand Road via Bali Sahi i come across Panda Communication, coming with the facilities of Rail, Air reservation, internet , xerox. Inside the doors are locked. Further away is Jagatguru Ramanuja Acharya Ki Digbijaya Peetha (Ramanuja Kota). What one can see are bushes inside and i don't venture further on this one. A few metres away is Students Point- education-cum-fashion, with the underlining message that all recharge coupons are available here.
As i go past Bali Sahi in Lord Jagannath's Abode, the past few days spent here have been complimented with a query on what prevented me from coming to this place for the past two years. It was September 2009 when i visited Lord Jagannath's home for the first time with a seven-day stay split between two adjoining hotels, chandrama and anjaana, on Gopal Ballav Road. Over a dozen times i would have gone past Gopal Ballav Road, turning right to Gopabandhu Chowk, turning left towards Mochi Sahi Square which finally takes you to Dolamandap Sahi (Temple Road). The walk from Gopal Ballav Road to Lord Jagannath's temple would be under 2kms but enough to turn you down for a while before you started again. September was sultry strong and enough thoughts went into before you tried to step out in late afternoon. Howsoever strong the rush may be inside the temple the happiness quotient visible here has fewer comparables across country.
This time December has been pleasantly cool; and all of a sudden on the last Saturday of the year the humid conditions began to make their way. Post prasadam meals from the temple - for the days stationed here at least once is a must - as i stepped out to go for my routine coffee from a makeshift camp run by a tea/coffee vendor opposite Sea View Hotel i come across sweets and medical centres like Rathi Sweets, Bhai Bhai Sweets and Jagannath Homoeo Sadan on Bali Sahi Road. Further down the road there is Tri Shakti Club, Sri Sri Batalokanath Temple and Radha Ramana Bastralaya. It is just few metres before the road is to merge with the one facing the sea, Swargadwar, there is a tall red structure , Pranavananda Seva Niketan Bharat Sevashram Sangha. It houses accommodation facility. In proximity is the cultural centre and a free reading room. Well no one could be sighted manning the desk either at Accommodation Centre or Free Reading Room as the one supposed to answer queries was expected in the evening.
Prior to visiting the Pranavananda Seva Niketan, i visited the makeshift camp and the vendor was kind enough to hand me a strong coffee. On most of the occasions you come across vendors who outright reject the request for a special tea/coffee. The coffee i took was opposite Sea View hotel Sea Beach, established 1931. Establishment of this Sea View Hotel in 1931 suggests the foresight of the gentleman to raise a structure when India's very freedom story was far from reaching a stage of complete success. 1931 was the year and establishment done under the cloud of colonial fear. The Sea View would have lost count of the number of tourists it would have accommodated and got separated over the years. The other day while i was standing opposite this structure i saw uncountable number of empty beer bottles being loaded by a scrap dealer on his van; and this suggested despite the weather being temperamentally cool the visitors tend to have their share to keep their temperament under check. THe solitary Abode of Lord Jagannath has a Solitary Sea to its credit and solitary may be the numbers here and there who would be taking beer to be in fighting gear.
There are other hotels as well facing the sea and i did not venture out to update myself with the tariff turnaround they have witnessed. It would be nonsensical to get the tariff update when one does not intend to stay on this side of the city. One thing was for sure : Most of the crowd (comprising family) thronging to this place was cultured and not economical with truth. As for the seashore the surge of humanity was to be seen to be believed and as i stood there i was reminded of Marina beach in Chennai and the sole visit i undertook on a Sunday morning when the rush was palpably low.
On the return journey to Grand Road via Bali Sahi i come across Panda Communication, coming with the facilities of Rail, Air reservation, internet , xerox. Inside the doors are locked. Further away is Jagatguru Ramanuja Acharya Ki Digbijaya Peetha (Ramanuja Kota). What one can see are bushes inside and i don't venture further on this one. A few metres away is Students Point- education-cum-fashion, with the underlining message that all recharge coupons are available here.
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