Gangtok, an escape from ‘virtuality’!

Capital of Sikkim, unique architecture, mesmerizing scenic beauty, refreshing flora and fauna, incredible cuisine and an amazing culture .. Gangtok should be in top of the bucket list of every traveller.

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Feast the view from Hanuman tok!

Siliguri and the capital of Sikkim are just 114 km away, but the differences in cleanliness, culture and nature, two are worlds apart. This journey had been an escape from the ‘virtualities’ of now-a-days life to the ‘eyegasmic’¬†reality of the Himalayas.
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A view from Dongkheyala (not a POI, just the name of our hotel!)

First day, after the costly lunch (yes, alu-gobi costs 150 bucks), we started with the sidescenes tour. Well, if you are already interested and planning Gangtok as your next trip , let me tell you there are 3 golden rules.

  1. A good driver.
  2. A good back condition.
  3. A 16GB memory card or preferably more.

Recording videos is an absolute necessity. The super-tight turns and the sharp banking of the roads take your adrenaline to the next level.

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Tukla in Silk Route (almost 13900+ ft) 

#Gangtokdiaries was not about destinations, it was more about the journey. And the next day proved it. The spine-chilling (literally) roads, turns and Continue reading

That dream of life.

Its diwali today. Lights are all-over crafting our way to fantasy, to the world of open-eyed-dream. Those blue ones are my personal favourite. They take me to an other world, where one can draw their imaginations.

Life consists of reality and dreams. Both complete each other. One fine day, dream can help you get over reality and on the next, reality takes over dream.

This very picture shows a dream. Lights of joy, Taj of love. But its just that the next morning one can’t remember the dream properly. Just the theme stays. Like life, happiness stays. No matter what the reason is.

[PS – The picture is a product of imagination and Nikon D5100]

‘Mahalaya’- welcoming Maa Durga

First of all, I owe you guys an apology for not writing since two months. But dear angry faced readers, keeping that anger inside look at its good side, i’m back, and back with not a ‘bang’ but a better sound, an unmatched ‘voice’, the voice of Late Mr.Birendra Krisna Bhadra. The ultimate charm behind Mahalaya, the traditional prayer.

“Yaa debi sarbabhuteshu,
shaktirupen sanhaswita..
Namastaswai, namastaswai ..namastaswai,
namoh namah”

[English- Goddess Durga , you are omnipresent, you are the ultimate power, I salute you.]

The nostalgia of his enchanting voice, the smell of those old radios which comes out only one day in the whole year, and late risers becoming 4 o’clockers , the win of good over evil – these define Mahalaya.


‘The man behind the unmatched voice’

The six day countdown to Mahasaptami starts from Mahalaya. Goddess Durga comes to earth for only four days but seven days prior to the Pujas, starts the Mahalaya. The enchanting voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra fill up the predawn hours of the day thus marking the beginning of ” devipaksha ” and the beginning of the count-down of Durga Puja.
The chirp of birds along with that unmatched voice presents us a holy environment. A dawn which comes only once a year. Some immortal tunes, some music and an evergreen voice. This is Mahalaya, for me, for us.

Kolkata- the city of joy

She is beautiful, she is lively, eternal, her some parts exhibits good curve, though some turned rotten. And unfortunately, now-a-days, the rotten parts are unveiling their existence. Every night and day her body undergoes many pains, some wanted, many unwanted. She is like a mother to her people, but they, a shame indeed, take her as a whore, and scratch her every night and day. We are acting bastards by not being concerned. Aren’t we? Can’t we change ourselves a little and give her some respect? Can’t we gift a cover of green to a naked woman who is taking care of us just like our mother does? You know her, she is Kolkata.

1 month, almost, I spent in the City of joy. I enjoyed, I loved, I smiled. Most of the days my work kept me busy. By work, I mean, my project on automation. That is actually the reason why I went there. I met good people, spent good time. @_anamus, @sahaanirban,@sayani_m, @avii13 , all were there. Sister, brother, friend. And a must mention, Dida (‘Grandmother’), an old lady. She was a little tea-shop owner. The place where I spent most of the rainy evenings of Kolkata with a cup of tea in my hand. A poor lady with a broad heart. Time passes by, memories stay.

The ‘City of Joy’ for me was a place where for one second extravagance of malls and luxury and money entices you, but on the next, the poor, the deprived half brings you back to senses. Beauty but not without a black-spot. The city of joy and some unnoticed pain.