Interactions across national capital
Interactions across national capital have not been few and far given the different modes of transport i have undertaken in the areas adjoining a cell tower. These interactions have led me to gentlemen who have been thriving in the trade of carpet weaving, carrying goods from mills to kendriya bhandar and one dedicated to the upkeep of a temple in Sarai Kalen khan area of national capital. On a Sunday when the Sun was not out in its full strength, the four hours spent in the vicinity of Andrews Ganj gave a broad hint on the mode of transport people employ to reach their destinations and the public transport that was not reduced to a trickle in its forward movement creation.The personal transport and the personalities wearing a coat were not hard to trace, there were gems and geniuine handsets functioning with the avowed aim of keeping a shine on their pets. Some pestered their pets to venture out hoping this would be a demonstration of their clout.
The vendor running a store next to stop "n" eat outlet need no prodding to pursue the subject of opening up of DDA shopping Complex in Defence Colony , the structure having been raised in 1978, and he functioning from this place for a little over 30 years, each year showing the heady side of winter and who all were dear . Dearer had become the rent, in early 80s it was rs 600 coming to rs 6000 at present for a small accommodation in Hauz Khas. If this past 30 year tale could be a slice of revelation, the priest i came across divulging his unhappiness on the state of affairs in a temple in Sarai Kalen Khan, one too with a 30-year functioning record, was no less a reiteration of change that has come across a broad spectrum. In the earlier days when the temple stood and Sarai Kalen Khan had yet to get a bus terminal to its name, the surroundings and inside had a clean template. Baton handed to a new set of generation brought with it no urgency to keep the temple clean. Besides temple the compound had a tuition centre which has been discontinued and there is a shed that houses a good number of cows and buffaloes. The milk that flows from their stable vanishes in the early hours given the scale of demand from nearby places. The priest had a request to place on the need to keep the temple tidy clean to ensure the momentum and magic does not turn lean.
Saddam with a carpet could be spotted in a bus stand and this set of interaction revealed the thriving trade in Bhadohi near Mirzapur in Uttar Pradesh which too has tents and the party playing 24X7 band. Getting the carpet to work its magic, all it was accomplished with hands and none whatsoever machines were employed. Setting a price tag of 3000 rs was what he underscored given the same product coming for no less than 7000 to 8000 rs from a medium store. Before one could make him furnish more details the bus had arrived and i thought fit to board the bus to get more details on a content that would be sprinkled with a justified revulsion and bile. Sunday indeed was cold and no therapeutic as a result long sessions spent outside gave cramps that forbids one to find his/her way if caught in a jam.
Winters are hard, the dipping and no day dreaming temperatures makes one to oscillate on the need to take a bath. If winter duration could be less, summers by the way are least stressed and where one can easily adjust. Perhaps IMD need to keep a phone line ready which puts out the temperature during alternate hours; it is a such a simple endeavour perhaps not doing this does not make them look clever. As for big structure bloating in the capital, they have robbed the innocent quotient of a city that does not unnecessarily babble. The trajectory of moolah and big structures have given hard times for a long duration given the hands that have raised them as if this is a city fascination. The easy template they have worked against make them turks and there are no dearth of forces that help them nail peace and overshoot the crease.
Perhaps the faulty planning of the so-called planners has given way for these agents to take away peace as moolah is the defining cheese.
As for Green Park and the grass that seems to have been reduced to a trash, the name of the park is IIT Park and all the names suggested in the past were determined by forces depending on the duration of their blast. The IIT Park i am told came at the same time when IIT DElhi came, game to months of rain. The IIT park is still an oasis of peace despite the heady cocktail of those flashing bat and those above in landing gear called jets.
Interactions across national capital have not been few and far given the different modes of transport i have undertaken in the areas adjoining a cell tower. These interactions have led me to gentlemen who have been thriving in the trade of carpet weaving, carrying goods from mills to kendriya bhandar and one dedicated to the upkeep of a temple in Sarai Kalen khan area of national capital. On a Sunday when the Sun was not out in its full strength, the four hours spent in the vicinity of Andrews Ganj gave a broad hint on the mode of transport people employ to reach their destinations and the public transport that was not reduced to a trickle in its forward movement creation.The personal transport and the personalities wearing a coat were not hard to trace, there were gems and geniuine handsets functioning with the avowed aim of keeping a shine on their pets. Some pestered their pets to venture out hoping this would be a demonstration of their clout.
The vendor running a store next to stop "n" eat outlet need no prodding to pursue the subject of opening up of DDA shopping Complex in Defence Colony , the structure having been raised in 1978, and he functioning from this place for a little over 30 years, each year showing the heady side of winter and who all were dear . Dearer had become the rent, in early 80s it was rs 600 coming to rs 6000 at present for a small accommodation in Hauz Khas. If this past 30 year tale could be a slice of revelation, the priest i came across divulging his unhappiness on the state of affairs in a temple in Sarai Kalen Khan, one too with a 30-year functioning record, was no less a reiteration of change that has come across a broad spectrum. In the earlier days when the temple stood and Sarai Kalen Khan had yet to get a bus terminal to its name, the surroundings and inside had a clean template. Baton handed to a new set of generation brought with it no urgency to keep the temple clean. Besides temple the compound had a tuition centre which has been discontinued and there is a shed that houses a good number of cows and buffaloes. The milk that flows from their stable vanishes in the early hours given the scale of demand from nearby places. The priest had a request to place on the need to keep the temple tidy clean to ensure the momentum and magic does not turn lean.
Saddam with a carpet could be spotted in a bus stand and this set of interaction revealed the thriving trade in Bhadohi near Mirzapur in Uttar Pradesh which too has tents and the party playing 24X7 band. Getting the carpet to work its magic, all it was accomplished with hands and none whatsoever machines were employed. Setting a price tag of 3000 rs was what he underscored given the same product coming for no less than 7000 to 8000 rs from a medium store. Before one could make him furnish more details the bus had arrived and i thought fit to board the bus to get more details on a content that would be sprinkled with a justified revulsion and bile. Sunday indeed was cold and no therapeutic as a result long sessions spent outside gave cramps that forbids one to find his/her way if caught in a jam.
Winters are hard, the dipping and no day dreaming temperatures makes one to oscillate on the need to take a bath. If winter duration could be less, summers by the way are least stressed and where one can easily adjust. Perhaps IMD need to keep a phone line ready which puts out the temperature during alternate hours; it is a such a simple endeavour perhaps not doing this does not make them look clever. As for big structure bloating in the capital, they have robbed the innocent quotient of a city that does not unnecessarily babble. The trajectory of moolah and big structures have given hard times for a long duration given the hands that have raised them as if this is a city fascination. The easy template they have worked against make them turks and there are no dearth of forces that help them nail peace and overshoot the crease.
Perhaps the faulty planning of the so-called planners has given way for these agents to take away peace as moolah is the defining cheese.
As for Green Park and the grass that seems to have been reduced to a trash, the name of the park is IIT Park and all the names suggested in the past were determined by forces depending on the duration of their blast. The IIT Park i am told came at the same time when IIT DElhi came, game to months of rain. The IIT park is still an oasis of peace despite the heady cocktail of those flashing bat and those above in landing gear called jets.
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