Sunday, September 26, 2010

Joy of a bus ride

After two years of driving to college in a hygienic air conditioned car, the transition to travel by buses seemed a bit difficult. But the joy of traveling by busses is unparalleled to driving sixty kilometers everyday.

Be it the chaotic school kids knocking down your feet early in the morning or struggling to find a seat desperately because the bag is too heavy, the conductor of my 425A always manages to vacate a seat for me. And in case I don't carry money (which happens often), he smiles and says - next time.

Medha in my 425A



But how can I even start talking about busses without mentioning about Medha, who taught me 'bus rules' like a kindergarten teacher teaches alphabets! She usually joins me half an hour into my journey to college. I often change the bus at her stop in Moolchand. 
Overcrowded blue lines race at Mall Road
The adventures offered by the private buses are innumerable. Be it hanging from the door like a monkey while the devil races with another at 80 km/h or the duels between two conductors, it has it all. My next stop is at ISBT, from where I catch another bus which takes me to Mall Road.

A car captured between blue lines at ISBT, such experiences dragged me out of the car, into the bus! It's alway better to be with the hunter than the prey

From Mall road, another short bus ride takes me to college. It might sound a long journey but it's a nice way to begin my day. Going back is equally rigorous but physical tiredness can't overcome your mind, can it?

At night, I just sit back and enjoy the rain and traffic jostling past me as I sit on my favorite seat above the rear wheels!

A little rain heals it all!
There is so much more to a bus ride than reducing your carbon footprint! 

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Witnessing what love can do!

Missing the college festival second time in a row brings no regrets but only pleasure  of witnessing one of the Wonders of the World, the way its creator witnessed it. A small newspaper clipping was enough to inspire us to go to Agra, see the Taj Mahal and come back the same day. Excited to travel by second sitting which costs only Rs. 75/- in Taj Mahal Express, we started at 7.10 am from Nizamuddin station.

My colony gate at 6 am


We reached Agra by 10 am. Thanks to a local we met in the train, he willingly fixed an auto to take us to the Taj Mahal. We were on a budget trip. So, the Rs. 80/- did burn the pocket a bit. A 3 km walk (as claimed by the rikshawalas who bugged us to death for bauni) took us to the West Gate entrance of the mausoleum.  The weather was just perfect. The sun hid itself comfortably behind the clouds and clouds adorned the sky like props for my photographs. It is always nice to see how awestruck people usually are when they first see the imposing monument. Thanks for being settled in Delhi, I have always cherished being hosts to all my relatives and tagged along happily with them to Agra every time. Memories of visiting Agra with Thatha, Mejkadadu and the family trip of '95 are still cloudily fresh.

Stolen from Guria's Archives


I have seen the Taj innumerable times but I have never seen it like this. The flooded river brought Shah Jahan and Mumtaj's corpse's dancing to life! It was as if we were reliving history.

It's strange how people crowd only the front entrance of the Taj. It looks remarkably different and beautiful from all the sides. But its a boon for the photographers and admirers who get a glimpse of the monument devoid of people. After savoring the Taj from all angles within the complex, we decided to see it the way Shah Jahan did - from the Agra Fort!

Taj from the East


We took a horse-cart to the fort. After a short walk, we reached the chamber of Shah Jahan where he was kept hostage for 8 years by his son until death. He used to admire the Taj Mahal's beauty on the mirrors of the chambers owing to his short-sighted-ness. What a life it must have been! Ruling one of the biggest empires in the world, then losing your beloved because of your own lust and finally imprisoned by your own son because of greed and hatred! We savored the view until it got imprinted in our memory.

Taj as Shah Jahan saw it


After hours of walking and no food, our stomach screamed mercy! After a few enquiries around the Fort, we headed straight where all foodies in Agra head - Sanjay Palace. We stuffed in an Auto along with three more people. The food, in spite of being vegetarian, was rewarding. Then, we changed a couple of autos to reach ISBT in Transport Nagar. By 4.30 pm, we were on the bus to Delhi. The bus ride was torturous. I felt as if my spine speared through my back!

It took 5 grueling hours to reach Delhi. I took an auto back home from ISBT. 17 hours later, my jaws hurt more than my legs or my spine. It was a day well spent!

Scribbles on a door in the Fort by real lovers

Thursday, September 9, 2010

In Search of Mater

Monday is the most dreadful day of the week and the farthest from 'Adventure Saturday'. But this Monday was different. Geared with our usual equipments, we (Nanya nd me) started out in search of the St. Stephen's High School. Yes, School! Established in 1854 by Rev. M.J. Jennings, it is the Mater of St. Stephen's College. All we had was a rough address and a vague idea where it was.

Starting from Vishwavidyalaya, we wriggled some space in one of the four bogies of the overflowing Metro. It's quite unfortunate that Nanya's head ends where the armpits of big bullies start! It's amazing how she manages without a gas mask. Thankfully, the air 6 feet above the floor is pleasantly cool owing to the good ventilation and air conditioning of the German coaches.

Chawri Bazaar

After being literally thrown out of the train in Chawri Bazaar, we frantically asked people the way to Kinari Bazaar, Shish Mahal and after a while - a way out of Chawri Bazaar. After several disappointing and confused answers, we decided to take the route through Nai Sarak to Kinari Bazaar where we treated ourselves to some good Ghevar and Rasgulla. The street food was too tempting but thanks to the monsoon and our over-protective mums, we decided to give it a miss.

Chhole Kulche at Nai Sarak

But our disappointment was short-lived, we figured that Kinari Bazaar and Paranthe-wali-gali are the same! And my growling stomach and Nanya's concern for my slim figure did the rest. We had our favorites - my gobi parantha and her rabri parantha. They were eternal delights! 

A short walk from the paranthe-wali-gali took us close to the Katra Kushal Rai which is supposed to house Shish Mahal where St. Stephen's College started its 130 year old journey. The excitement was heightening with every step we took. Just then we discovered a gali with a Jain Temple and beautiful houses. There stood a beautiful office of a very welcoming man. After some pleasant chats and strolls in his office, we were informed of the location of our destination. We promised to go back and share a sip of tea and a bit longer chat. 

The next gali housed the 'Shish Mahal'. We were a bit disappointed to see the grandness of the building. We thought we had seen better. Little did we know what was kept for us in store. The rooms in the ground floor were occupied by handloom traders. Noise of the sewing machines echoed through the haveli. With the permission of the traders we went up through the stiff stairs in search of the roof!

St. Stephen's School, Second Floor 

On the second floor, we were greeted by Nitin Jain, whose family owns the building for the last 100 years! He explained his plans to improve the structure and how things have changed over the years. The little dwelling which housed the 52 students of St. Stephen's School has turned into a massive four floor structure! After politely declining for an invitation for tea, we headed up for the roof. As we reached the third floor, we realized the way to the roof was locked! But Sunil Jain, cousin of Nitin Jain hosted our perfect evening. After warning us about some weak locations in the building, he offered us to take us to the terrace. 

View from the terrace of Shish Mahal

The view was mesmerizing. We could see almost all the important buildings in the 50 km radius - that's a whooping 7,500 square km! But the Jama Masjid stole the show.  With its imposing structure, it stood out in the crowd. Unfortunately Red Fort was hidden by the growing size of the buildings! 

After half an hour of chatting with the our host about Delhi and his pets - pigeons, we bid him farewell only with the promise to return soon. After a stroll in the camera market and Bhagirathi Palace and surprise visit by Vidhi, we ended our perfect evening. As I boarded the bus, I realized that I had no money. I had to dug deep into my bag to recover Rs. 15/- and had a smooth way back with a little glitch of the bus almost breaking down in the middle of the road and smoking vigorously from the seat right beneath me.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Photographs

Digging up old Photographs
Remembering the good old past
I wonder where they have gone
But always know something good will come


Jaisalmer, 2009

Me, Rishabh and Regina in Dark Lab, 2010


Me and Vidhi practicing our respective weddings in Lab, 2010 


Me after my first Photo-trip to Benaras, 2008


Tunisha n me in my car in good old days, 2009


Mansi n Me in her house, 2009 October after my exhibition


Regina, Manali and me in my car, last working day of 2008


Avantika and Me, 2008 Holi