Nature Speaks..

>Some amazing faces of nature, captured beautifully by Ram during a trip which we 5 school friends took to Kasauli. Trying to lent voice to the nature here.
(The credit of the basic idea of this blog also goes to Ram ji)

Where There is a Will, there is a Way

There are mountains to climb and hardships to endure.. the important thing is to keep the faith

The poison flowing on to the tree – sucking the life out of it.
(Note the difference in color of the victim tree and others around it)
The fight between the Green and Grey continues

Human Nature – One never stops once he has achieved something – after climbing one peak, he looks for other, higher peaks. They look beautiful from far. Once on it, may be you feel more cold

How often in Life do you find yourself in such a situation – which way to go – difficult to decide

Among the hills, the greenery, the lovely weather, the onset of spring stands a lonely, deserted, sad tree – trying to analyze where he went wrong


The Power Houses – North and South Blocks

It was a conscious decision to take a metro ride so I asked the auto wallah to take a detour to the nearest metro station instead going directly to ISBT(Delhi’s Inter state Bus Stand). The nearest metro station happened to be Central Secretariat. At an intersection the road on the left looked very familiar and so did the buildings at the end of the road. Another semicircular building hid behind trees in the north-west direction. I have never had a chance to see the power hub of India at close quarters and this was an opportunity not to be missed.
So I started moving on the familiar road I had seen earlier – the one which we see every 26th January – Rajpath.
The two colossal structures – South Block and North Block, looming large ahead.
To the right was the Parliament House.

The Parliament House – looks just like we see in TV 🙂

I clicked some photos. And as I turned around to come back – there was the India Gate standing distinctly far down the road.

India Gate down the Rajpath
Amazingly when I told one of my friends about this, the prompt question was “you must be thinking of RDB!!!”. Well, Miss T, either you can read minds or I am obsessed about RDB and everyone knows it.. because that was the first thought the came to my mind – the masti ki pathshala song where they circle the India Gate.
I walked some 2 – 3 kilometers to reach the famous 42 meter high monument with names of all the Indian WW 1 and Afghan War martyrs inscribed on it.

The Majestic India Gate
It was a transformation from the history to the future – the Metro trains. As soon as you step on to the stairs going down to the underground station (there are many stations on ground level too but I experienced the underground one), you are into a different world altogether. Sparkling clean floors & platforms, close circuit cameras all around, automatic gates and of course the metro train itself. It is a different world down there. But as soon as you step off the stairs again and enter ISBT – it is the normal story again – filth, garbage all over. The metro was host to all – literate and illiterate so the argument that it is the uneducated ones who are responsible for all the filth is wrong. If one sees cleanliness, he is motivated to maintain it and feels ashamed at spoiling it. I hope the metro effect spreads everywhere.

Turbulent Times


A mosquito trapped between the two walls of the airplane window. It died later during the flight

It was an interesting flight by Air Deccan to Pune this Wednesday. Yes, the name Air Deccan itself rouses a variety of feelings – generally on the negative side. It is often associated with Delays, cheap tickets. Moreover, there are no seat numbers assigned so all hell breaks lose when it is announced Passengers traveling by Air Deccan flight DN-XXXX to XXXX are requested to proceed to boarding through Gate no. 1. Add to it, the air hostesses asking for money for every bottle of water you take (Sir, do you have change.. c’mon at least keep the change with you).
All this many of us I had experienced earlier but there were 2 new things added to the list this time. Not that the above all didn’t happen. To start off the flight was 3 hours late!! As a result I had to sit around 5 hours at the airport (Though it didn’t break the 6 hour record I have set – Deccan again). To add to the pain, Sachin hit a century on that fine day. Next, I was amongst the firsts in the line to board the plane but as luck would have it, the tag on my hand baggage fell off somewhere and I had to go to through the security check again !!!
On board, I got the last aisle seat and that resulted in me chancing upon an acerbic fight between the ever smiling air hostesses. After serving, as the 2 of them went to the back of the plane, one of them – the senior most (Miss S) on the crew literally took her junior(Miss J) to the cleaners. Reason? During their serving, as S was busy minting money from the passengers, J had asked for some coke(which was kept on S’s side). But after asking 5 times (acc to J in the discussion), when S didn’t hear, J had to raise her voice and this enraged S. She was offended in the way J spoke to her in front of the passengers. I don’t think any of the passengers even noticed that. But at least 1 of them was now hearing on to this fight now. All for the impressions!!
Next came the tough one – Turbulence. As the plane shook violently, I experienced what turbulence is for the first time. It was similar to the feeling when you are coming down on a giant wheel with that strange feeling in the tummy. As we put on the belts, a couple of people (one of them my neighbor) vomited indicating that it was real bad. Thankfully, it ended after a few minutes. It was a rather uneventful ride to the small but beautiful Pune airport after that. Some blog had to come out of the trip. And Air Deccan helped in giving something to write about. Thank you Air Deccan.