BNLF Dehradun: 2nd Day

I heard something, a voice… as if coming from under the water…yeah somewhat similar…once again, then felt like someone just pulled me out of that water, holding my collars…and… I was like w-h-a-t the…

Hey, It’s six thirty! Aren’t you getting late? I realised this is Mr CoolHead.

Where am I supposed to go? What is he talking about? I tried to remove the pillow from my head.

Oh we are not at home… it’s a hotel room, and I am at BNLF…

I jumped out of bed, and tickled pink at 7.25 , joined the Indie crew at hotel Madhuban; it was time for a heritage walk down the memory lane…of RUSKIN BOND

A pretty young girl Sargam from an NGO ‘BEEN THERE DOON THAT‘ was our guide during the walk. She, being a research scholar, had huge enthusiasm, and gave us as much peeks into Ruskin’s life as possible.

For a moment I felt a connection with Dehradun, because of the British-Indian thing but to my displeasure, I missed the feel soon because nothing is preserved, nothing at all. but I was glad that Shimla has preserved the history, (atleast tried to) so that if such a walk happens there, you get a new story at every step along with the real feel as a bonus.😊

Intermittent visits to the past along with a light drizzle, and a lot of walking ultimately took us to BIKANERWALA to treat our taste buds whichever way we wanted.

It resembled a scene during one of the past college trips; everyone was so delighted, and chirpy. Gladly had a chance to talk to Ambika Gulati and Shalini. I munched on my sandwiches with smile; my whole day ahead was planned, and something big was also waiting for me in an obscured corner of DEHRADUN.πŸ€—

This is it…this is the place… just like what I was expecting it to be….

With a feeling of awe on my face, and rented red slippers on my feet, I along with my gang stepped in the crystal clear water flowing out of a gigantic rock’s mouth. A feeling of satisfaction seeped in with every step ahead.

After all the twists and turns, there it was the hidden FALL; for me however, there were two of them!

The one which was mysteriously beautiful, and the other ungraciously painful. Yeah before I could capture the beauty of the Water Fall, the cave captured me at wrong point, and I found myself in water up till thighs, with a stiff hand, an excruciating pain, and a shock!

What just happened?

I was clueless…😲

And with this my adventure inside Robber’s cave came to an end…a sad one.

While moving out, I was mentally numb. What now? But there’s something about Rajpoot blood, it never stops boiling 😀 (Folks, I am not being racist here, it’s just a saying😊). So even after this, we went to Sahstradhara fall though it wasn’t enjoyed like it should have been.

After coming back in the hotel room, I had two options: Either I take the pill and rest like I was supposed to be…

OR…I be… where I wanted to be, where I have come this far to be.

Obviously, I went for option two. But thanks to the accident, and the traffic, one session was already missed. I missed the launch of Sinjini’s book ‘Elixir’.

I Met the fellow bloggers in the Hotel Lawn, and waited (greedily) in que to get my blog’s name calligraphed by very talented TARA NAIR.

At Dinner table got a chance to bond with more people like Alok Vats, Shwetabh, GAUTAM, Anand ji, and ofcourse Kishor and Archana. It was the time spent really well with lots of light discussions, unlimited food, and background music.

The main Indiblogger event started afterwards where much of the action took place. The Indi team tried to make the environ as light as possible by playing some gimmicks; the temperature of the hall though arose with many hot yet meaningful debates between bloggers.

I observed everything keenly, and realised how MUCH these people know!!! There is so much to learn, to do. Two awards were announced, one of the recipient Sid, shared his experience on stage. Then Antrik’s story added some more spice to the already churning mind of mine. But ‘How he travelled for a year without a job’ is still not down my throat! No offence dear Antrik’s, I’ll read your blog for that.πŸ˜‹

It was late no doubt, thanks to the a midnight coffee (or tea it was! I don’t remember, proves I was having tough time 😝); I got the kick to carry on with the programme. It was lovely to hear about numerology stuff from Ishieta. And yay…My vocab is richer by words like HUR HUR…JIGS after this meet.

It all ended on a very warm note, a group photograph,

and a freebie😝.

Eventually all said their goodbyes.

Thankyou Indibloggers‘ team: Anoopzombie, Renie, Karthik, and all whom I didn’t get chance to interact with. You guys were amazing hosts. And thank you each and every blogger coming from near and far for being great companions. We couldn’t bond with everyone but we’ll keep meeting, and Growing.

when I started my journey to Dehradun, my mind was full of doubts;

And two days after when I started my journey back home, my sac was full of goodies, buddies, memories and above all learnings.

Best experience at BNLF was to see how real, how down to earth people can be…Which means our race can actually do without all the show-off buzz.

So lovely people, keep exploring, keep experimenting, and keep expressing, but keep your roots intact because… this is what really matters, what actually makes us do what we do today and tomorrow…

WE BLOG… THEREFORE…WE ARE…πŸ‘

PS. No one is being intentionally ignored…I just wrote with the flow…my apologies in advance.

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Blog Now Live Forever In Dehradun; First Evening

After meeting a bunch of bloggers for real, yeah, I finally feel like one now.πŸ‘Έ Though I am not a biggy, I gladly watched , listened, interacted with many aces while staying very much in my own skin.✌

Since this was my first such kind of meet; every minute was extremely special, and there’s no doubt, I lived each to max. The event, BLOG NOW LIVE FOREVER, was organised by Indibloggers.in and Valley of Words.

I write on WordPress, but one day while experimenting, I also registered myself with these guys, and thank God I did or how would I meet such a tornado of talent!

Indibloggers’ team interestingly chose Dehradun as the venue which I didn’t even think once of negating. However it’s some 5 hrs drive, I decided to give it a shot, and with the nod from Mr CoolHead, things fell in place easily.

It was snowing in the mountains, the weather in Dehradun was however surprisingly pleasant. My Glowingal’s viral almost disappeared as soon as we knocked the gates of the city.

I was immensely nervous about the event but the Indi team was amazing and super concerned about our whereabouts. Incredible guys.πŸ‘

The hotel I opted to stay was on the same road where the venue i.e. Hotel Madhuban was, but the traffic my God, is a big nuisance in this city; I hardly considered that while booking.

The moment I entered Madhuban’s main entrance, there was a lot of hustle bustle. People were busy in deep chit chat. I tried to mingle (which is not very me!). For a moment I kind of thought may be coming alone wasn’t that good an idea untill I met Archana and Kishor from Delhi; we stuck together almost all the time. Thanks Guys.

Also I tried to do some match-making in order to find those familiar faces on twitter but it wasn’t easy. (Most people don’t stay up to dateπŸ˜‹).

After registering ourselves for the event, we headed to the lawn where a live concert was on. On the way, for the first time had a chance to talk to Anoopzombie…he was very warm (not warm warm ✌, friendly wala warmπŸ€“ sorry Anoop).

Bobby Cash played many awesome tracks on his guitar; he is like one man band! Super amazing. πŸ˜€

There’s a secret …’I didn’t know HIM!!!’ In fact I even asked him for directions earlier to BNLF while he was posing with fans (probably he thought I might be in the que; I wasn’t😝). My bad Bobby. πŸ˜€

We swayed with music until a point… you know, there’s only one thing which according to me is universal and brings people closer. No no… it’s not wine πŸ€“; I am talking about danceπŸ’.

Mr Shashidhar, spilling oodles of energy initiated the spark, and there…the lovers of dance…of music…young, old, learned, amateurs, man, women…all set the stage on fire. That was one awesome thing to do.

I met Neha Bahuguna there, without realizing who she was, instantly connected with her. We had hell of great time dancing together. This is only later that I realised she is one big shot. 😊

The food and fun was followed by the ‘only’ Bloggers’ session. I was amazed to get introduced to this whole bunch of talented, accomplished at the same time down-to-earth people; the joy and motivation flooded the air completely.

Vikram@sprortsmirror, I can’t believe the simplicity that you own; you are too simple to believe!πŸ™Œ Manpreet, you have a very young energy. A booktuber, you never feel like keeping things to yourself; very expressive and ever smiling beauty with brains and…voiceπŸ‘Έ.

Actually each and everyone was so inspiring; It’s difficult to contain them all in one post. Some have been blogging for more than a decade! Some have just joined and broke the records. Some write as a hobby; some as a full time job. Motives and results varied but eventually… it’s blogging that we all do, therefore we are! πŸ‘ How could I forget that ‘after-dinner’ Pizza session… DOMINO’S…tin πŸ””πŸ””

Indiblogger team was very cooperative; they took care of each and every person and made it sure we reached in our respective rooms safely. Kudos Indiblogger teamπŸ‘.

What an evening!! Abolutely Unforgettable.😊

It was time to try to sleep…next day was going to be long…

Lost and… Lost!!!

Though a new day has dawned, I still feel like my eyes are denying the fact. Actually it’s happening for last few days; as if I haven’t slept in ages…

There are thoughts bothering the peace of my mind…There are questions to which no one has the answers!

Life and it’s probabilities…

The people you work with, spend your time with, become a sort of second family. You become used to them, and their presence; You get used to see them in a particular way, and suddenly everything changes…

One of my such beloved friend, lost her companion all of a sudden. We are left aghast; she is such a bubbly person, and very young!!!!

I keep imagining our time together; the thoughts of her grief stricken face stop my heart beat for a moment; It all looks like a bad dream. I keep wondering at the unpredictiblity of life! Being apart, I am unaware of the happenings there; but my imaginations constantly keep me under a scarry spell.

How weird is this; you hear about countless deaths due to myriad reasons on daily basis but the life’s merciless nature strikes the hardest when a close one is taken away!!!!

I keep thinking and thinking…so naturally my sleep has made its distance…

I know it’s not going to be like this forever…I will soon befriend the reality, and obviously my sleep would come back to normal. But my heart bleeds to think about my friend. It’s impossible for me or for anyone to feel the pain she is going through.

Who is going to answer her questions? Why it has to be her?

Helpless, not getting the answers, possibly…one day, she will also have to leave all her questions, and choose to…’live’ again…

For, death leaves no hints behind; there is only one way to seek the answers…

And that is…by LIVING….


One Odd Morning Out Of Many…

It happened…

One morning, she wakes up startled…with a strange feeling…probably…it was of emptiness…as if there is no purpose in her life…as if she is lost…she looks around…nothing excites her…nothing attracts her…as if nothing is worth…

Bizarre…but it happened…

She keeps sitting…blank…staring at zero…listening to the sounds…coming from the outside…slowly her inner voice starts functioning…she looks to her side…a bell rings…’you have ‘this’, your family’.

She feels blood rushing in her veins…it reminds her of the duties…of necessities…slowly she moves back from the non-purpose to purpose…her heart kicks her inside…’move your bum…and get going‘.

Half awake, she leaves the warmth of bed…walking unsteadily…just to cross the mirror…

She turns to look upon the figure inside…’oh that’s me…why do I look lost…what is wrong?

She stares… and stares… numerous thoughts cross her mind…in a fraction of moment…countless memories…good and bad…all…and she raises her eyebrows…

What? I do have a good life…it has been great till now…I am a fighter…always a survivor’.

She figures out that one thing missing…

She smiles, ‘now…I look fabulous‘. She ties her hair high,

‘And…here…I am…all ready for a new day’.

She moves to the kitchen…

She badly needs her morning tea….

Picture source:

http://www.lifecoachintoronto.com

Sublime You Were.

Together…

Hand in hand

We walked far,

Through thick and thin

Facing life, Fighting every war.

Together…

Without complaints

Crossing countless milestones,

stopping at none

With the goal set higher

As soon as attained the previous ones.

With hearts quite hopeful

minds completely engrossed,

Fearless, we sailed

to see the other end of cosmos.

Together…

Until…

a flashlight, a daze

For a fizzy

Shifted my gaze,

Blinding me briefly

Made the weather bit strange,

I fastened my hold though

Still lost my partner oh

to that maze of hungry haze.

Looked down perplexed

Scanning the periphery,

Asked myself

where you vanished?

Leaving me aghast

in such dreadful misery.

Now hapless, helpless

I am scared to the core,

Urging you to stop the play if it is

right now, act no more.

Finding hard to move ahead

without you, not fair…

In your absence

Who needs to breath this air?

All I want is to follow you

Just leave me a hint,

To which direction you left

I don’t see any foot print.

I scream around, I shed tear

Which All but you see and hear.

How could you be so mean?

How could you leave so in between?

Remember…

The vows in front of holy havan,

To stick together

through every dusk and dawn

Till eternity, till all the worlds go down.

Together…

We dreamed of a world of our own,

Where only love was to reign,

No place for hatred like emotion

Was such a brilliant plan.

Alas!

You forgot every promise

As I stand here

in this lethal gloom

All Alone …

You were no different

A Fibber…

and I…a clown.

How am I gonna step ahead

All by myself,

How am I gonna come to terms

And believe…that

We are together no more

You are for good gone,

And from now on

It’s me, and only me

On my own, All alone…

MannπŸ’“

Pic credit:

https://ashscrapyard.files.wordpress.com

Where Were You?

Are you left alone????

Fight back… that’s it. πŸ‘

Read my complete post via Where Were You?

A Garden Where The Rocks Rock πŸ—»

Imagination has no bounds, very rightly said. But how many of us actually succeed in converting it to reality?

Well Nek Chand did.

A common man with an uncommon vision, Nek Chand worked in PWD. Normally such a person would go on site, work, and come back home, but this man searched for things as meagre as broken plates, tiles, bangles, switches etc instead of coming home. By using this waste, He created a world of his dreams for real…and surprisingly kept it secret for more than a decade.

Once the place was revealed, a brief storm did visit the creator and shook things a bit. Eventually, the Sun shone on Nek Chand, and bestowed on him a good post in the department, and a permission to carry on his dream project… The Rock Garden.

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Amid the hustle and bustle of the city Chandigarh, this sculpture is standing Rock strong. It is capable of giving surprises at every turn in the narrow and wide, high and low passages. It wooes thousands of visitors of all ages on daily basis.

However the man behind the project is no more; his dream is still in progress. There’s also a museum dedicated to Nek Chand where you can have an idea about his struggle and achievements, as well as the vastness of the Garden.

After a lot of walking, The culmination point treats the visitors with numerous swing rides. An aquarium displays few fish varieties. There’s an eating point, an amphitheatre, and a dolls’ museum. The ticket costs 30 Rs for adults, Rs 10 for kids.

And, the place is very picturesque with no prohibition on photography.

Awesome. Isn’t it?

Now tell me, Did you ever think that things as waste as your broken crockery could make something this beautiful???

MannπŸ’“

A Bumble Song πŸπŸ

Trust me, I am aware…
about your skills of altruistically, working incessantly for the well being of the giant responsibility, your family- just like the worker bees do for the Queen and those privileged good-for-nothing Drones….

Full post: A Bumble Song 🐝🐝

A Trip To Shillong: The Scotland Of East

Shillong is the capital of Indian North Eastern State Meghalaya. It has European connection who gave it the sobriquet of ‘Scotland of the East’ may be to get rid of some home sickness, who knows? Since I myself come from a hill station, similar in many respects, a visit to Shillong gave very homely vibes to this mountain child.

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I am a basic traveller so I have this very nature of enjoying every thing, every twist and turn during a Journey. Instead of flying, we chose AC Train tickets from Delhi to Guwahati. Reason, a hunger for more! In the back of mind, I had the planning to capture all the journey in my 6/6 visioned retina, and the goal was quite achieved. Moreover a journey by train is unique in itself; you get to see a different kind of India!

For a hill person like me, the long stretched rice fields were also a different thing to see; I was habitual to the terraced land, you see. It was unusual to meet countless sparkling water bodies of various sizes; ponds, lakes, rivers and ultimately the mighty Brahmaputra.

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Guwahati on the Bank of Brahamputra

I stood near the door all through the bridge which was like a kilometre long or so. It was September. Guwahati welcomed us with a mild shower. No problem; we hadn’t taken bath for like two days! And not to forget that helpless sitting time on Newspapers at the New Delhi Railway Station platform, when our train was supposedly late, and nobody knew the truth; all sophistication said buh-bye soon!!!

So, Shillong is some 100 km from Guwahati. An interesting man ‘Cocktail’ drove us to NEHU. It was dark. He told about the peculiar culture prevalent over there. The one which caught my attention was that the youngest daughter is the legal heir of the family; she gets it all! A…mazing. Later on I realised that these people were very advanced; They have adopted western culture in a way much better, preserving their own at the same time. Isn’t it commendable?dsc03606a2041351472.jpg

Every street seemed drenched in music there (Non Veg). The Sun rose really early, and went down equally soon. We had prepaid mobiles which were therefore good for nothing. STD was used to call home in morning, just to wake our families from sleep. They were like,’ what has gotten into you? How you woke up so early?’ They forgot ‘we were in the Easter part of the country, and Sun rises first there!

Trip was memorable, visited many excellent places. Some pictures are being shared.

Ward’s Lake: Also known as Pollock’s Lake. Located in the mid of the city. It is named after the then Chief commissioner Of Assam, Sir William Ward. Timings:

November -February: 8.00 am till 5.30 pm & March- October; 8.30 am till 7.00 pm

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Shillong Golf Course: One of the oldest, largest, and finest natural golf courses in the world. Entitled as GLENEAGLE OF THE EAST. Located at an altitude of 5200 ft, initially it was 9-hole course, but was made 18-holed in 1924.

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DSC03578Lady Hyadari Park: Japanese styled garden with a mini zoo.

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Cathedral Catholic Church also Cathedral of Marry Help of Christians

Opens 7.00 am to 6.30 pm summers & 8.00 am to 6.30 pm winters

Elephant Falls: It’s a three-step water fall. some 12 km from the city.

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We travelled back in early morning, and The Umiam Lake was all covered by fog. We didn’t make a stop here.

Later, did some sight seeing in Guwahati. Journey to North East culminated with the blessings at the Kamakhya Temple. Godess was glad to have us there. May be that’s why she arranged for a shortcut. We were awestruck; the line was endless, otherwise.

Kamakhya Temple Guwahati, Assam

One thing more. You can do a lot of shopping for exotic things like apparels, bags, shoes etc since the state shares international borders, and this November, Shillong is hosting the India’s first International Cherry Blossom Festival. Need more reason to go?

Wanna Pose Under Blossoms In November???? Read on…

Blossom brings bliss, and luckily, we all experience it in Spring (though in different times of year). How beautiful, and heartwarming seems the new life emerging from sleep, so fresh… Completely rejuvenated!

In my native place, where the hills are covered by apple and apricot trees, the month of April is nothing short of heaven….Obviously you can’t imagine if you do not have a natural bent of mind, or it’s also possible you don’t happen to live in paradise. Come April I’ll make you envy 😝😝😝. Oh…I am sorry. Don’t bother. 😊

Distant memories almost flooded my mind today when I saw that even in the month of November, you can have the joy of seeing the mass blossoming along with music, dance, food, and a lot of exposure to the culture so diverse; It’s an International festival my friends!

Have you ever headed North East? If no, may be it’s the time… India is celebrating its first International Cherry Blossom Festival in Shillong Meghalaya in first fortnight of November. Isn’t that awesome? Visit the link for more information 😊 if you wish.

https://cherryblossomfestival.in/

Few years back I did visit the place, but no such festival was part of my trip, however the experience was A…mazing.

Here is the post.

MannπŸ’“