Train was on time, because it originates from the station where I was boarding, Pune. So, I must say I was on time to board the train. I and my brother had a plan to visit the famous National Parks in India Kanha and Bandhavgadh. My first destination was Bilaspur. This is the only place in India where I can find my most of the relatives.
After reaching Bilaspur at 4 P.M. my next train was after 9 P.M. which I don’t know. So very less time to meet everyone. I just kept my bag at my uncle’s place and relaxed for merely 2-3 hours and called my brother to ask when to start the journey. He told me not to worry as Badhavgadh is merely 250 km from here we can board any train after 9 p.m. which goes in the direction as he had some work to finish before leaving Bilaspur.
Well he reached my place at 10 P.M. and we left for a planned journey to board an unplanned train. We got an express train to a destination which I don’t remember. What I remember is the station Umariya where we have to get down and from there we will have to reach the gate named “Tala” as the entrance gate for Badhavgadh.
My brother was cursing me that I didn’t brought my jacket or sweeter in the mid October. This was the coolest area in the night. The temperature suddenly drops to 8-9 degree in night as compared to morning 25-28 degree. We thought to take auto to reach Tala which was 30 km away from station. As a matter of fact there was no other vehicle we can get. Bargaining in the morning 4o’clock was not fun but we did. He agreed to take us on an auto ride to Tala for Rs. 350. It was not bad for me and not bad for him either. He made his first stop to a close petrol pump in the village. He woke up the man in the petrol pump and praised him that whatever time it would be the man will woke and will give the petrol to autowala in the city. I was just wondering at the person giving the fuel. Next stop was the old broken house where he woke up his friend saying it would be safe to take him. The road to Tala is rickety and not safe to drive alone. Fear was not any dacoit but the Tiger and leopards and here the excitement pours in our journey.
Driving auto at a speed of 20 kph he was telling us the stories of the wild animals moving in the buffer zone. The zone just outside the core park. Surprisingly we saw some animals too. What was most torching to me was the cold in the forest. I must say this was around 8-10 degree and speed of auto was pulling the mercury down to 4-5 degree. I was shivering. I managed to get a cap borrowed by my brother and it saved me from the cold air just for namesake. We reached the gate in an hour and rushed towards to office to book a gypsy. The cost was too high but in front of our eagerness to watch the tiger it was nowhere. We got the second in the queue to enter the gate. Now the bad journey was to begin. Gypsy was running at the speed of 20 kph in the national park. I was just wondering what is happening. It was a kind of race among the drivers. I got the answer of this F1 race that we have to reach a point called centre point first. As this is the place where we will get to see the tiger on elephant if elephant spots the tiger in the Jungle. They called that “an elephant show”. Well we just seat back and I tried to take some photograph but the speed of the car was more than my camera shutter speed and the pictures were blurring.
We reached the centre point and got the bad news after 1 hour waiting there. No tiger spotted by elephants. Well after that we left the place and went into deep jungle to spot the tiger ourselves but we didn’t find any.
Depressed we returned back to the gate and got a place to sleep for a while before the next ride in the evening.
Evening we took the gypsy again. This time we told the driver not to drive fast and he replied he won’t as the tiger show happens in the morning only. We were going at the speed of 5-10 kph. Guide took us to a small pond assuming tiger will feel thirst and come to the pond. We sat there for 15min waiting for tiger, and decide to continue the journey in the jungle. As per my knowledge and guide saying when tiger walks there is warning call given by the animals nearby. So, we were trying to hear any warning calls. Suddenly there was some noise in the bush nearby. At first we thought it is a sambar of other animal. We stopped and watched. Here the king was walking in front of us. Full grown mail tiger they call him B2. There were no warning calls.
What a walk. Royal and brave. Like he didn’t care for any one. Like he knows he is the King of the jungle. One minutes of seeing this tiger was one of the best experiences of my lifetime.
We continued our journey in the jungle but didn’t saw any more tiger in the jungle. After 1hr of ride we decide to return back to gate. This was a happy ending of the journey one can expect.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
How I Sound ?
Music always liked by all human beings. Some time I think that types of music you select represent your mood and if you make some one hear your selected music it tells how expert you are to find listeners for your tune. Now a days hello tune are best way to find a listeners for your selected music and neglect receiver irritated response towards your liking. Just make them listen no matter in which mood or situation or place the receiver is.
I want to wish my aunty on deshera occasion and her hello tunes was singing Holi song for me. She being a Bacchan’s fan this was no surprise to me.
One day my friend’s father called him. His father heard lady singing a song “mein tully ho gayi...”. So what next, his father was to ask “how are you?” and he got the answer in his hello tune.
Some time you call someone and he won’t pick up the phone. You don’t have the choice but to listen the shayari “bass thoda sa intazaar.. abhi bass abhi haan abhi.. phone uthata hoon..” at last your will yell at him and he will never pick up phone.
The friend I called that day sound similar voice as his hello tune. I was still waiting that he will pick the phone but he has already picked it. Just his hello tune sounds matches his voice and it seems that it is still saying..” haan ji kya haal hai…….”.
On Dashara occasion I called my all relatives and each one has some different song to sing. Some are much devoted to certain goddess and some are still stuck with 60’s song.
Few tried to make me listen English numbers and one of them was still drunk on deshera.Now, I am bit worried which tune I will listen on the day when I will call her or its fine we chat and meet, don’t make a call.
I want to wish my aunty on deshera occasion and her hello tunes was singing Holi song for me. She being a Bacchan’s fan this was no surprise to me.
One day my friend’s father called him. His father heard lady singing a song “mein tully ho gayi...”. So what next, his father was to ask “how are you?” and he got the answer in his hello tune.
Some time you call someone and he won’t pick up the phone. You don’t have the choice but to listen the shayari “bass thoda sa intazaar.. abhi bass abhi haan abhi.. phone uthata hoon..” at last your will yell at him and he will never pick up phone.
The friend I called that day sound similar voice as his hello tune. I was still waiting that he will pick the phone but he has already picked it. Just his hello tune sounds matches his voice and it seems that it is still saying..” haan ji kya haal hai…….”.
On Dashara occasion I called my all relatives and each one has some different song to sing. Some are much devoted to certain goddess and some are still stuck with 60’s song.
Few tried to make me listen English numbers and one of them was still drunk on deshera.Now, I am bit worried which tune I will listen on the day when I will call her or its fine we chat and meet, don’t make a call.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Back in past….
Lift was working today. I was well sainted with deodorant on the body, cool watch in my hand and my bike Avenger keys with me. Ready pack... was going to meet my friend in a Shopping mall. Best shopping mall in the city. I want to buy a new shirt posted in funky advertisement in news paper. Cost doesn’t bother and this was less costly then my new pair of jeans, less then 2000 bucks. Swapped card worth 4000 buck on cloths and decided to have food in a restaurant near by the mall.
After having dinner I received a call from my father, he was enjoying evening in my village. He told me he was chatting with Ganesh. I told him about your whereabouts and he wants to talk to you.
I laughed and asked to hand over cell phone to him, but I was a bit hesitated to talk with him. My gardener Ganesh always has some good story to tell about people or farm in the remote area of the village. In village being no electricity zone so no TV or Radio for entertainment his stories were the only sources of invaluable entertainment. The same voice took me in past 15yrs when I was child and used listen his stories. In his every word was prayer about me that I should always remain happy and healthy. I don’t know how to respond but asking him about his health and rest of his family I finished talking.
These made me think, think what and were we are now. The places were we used to live our life without this thinking and understanding life philosophy. The places were peace was not in the pocket full of money but hand full of mangoes. Were wining one game of cricket means world cup. Where an unbranded ice-cream means a lot. Those pages are now changed to yellow. But the smell of those pages still makes us nostalgic and think. Now my house is barely visited by us. No one lives there no one has time to go there and feel that they are back in life again.
Thanks to couple of words chat with Ganesh. This feeling was invaluable and was gifted by my gardener. I don’t know how I will repay him might be I will also visit my house some day.
After having dinner I received a call from my father, he was enjoying evening in my village. He told me he was chatting with Ganesh. I told him about your whereabouts and he wants to talk to you.
I laughed and asked to hand over cell phone to him, but I was a bit hesitated to talk with him. My gardener Ganesh always has some good story to tell about people or farm in the remote area of the village. In village being no electricity zone so no TV or Radio for entertainment his stories were the only sources of invaluable entertainment. The same voice took me in past 15yrs when I was child and used listen his stories. In his every word was prayer about me that I should always remain happy and healthy. I don’t know how to respond but asking him about his health and rest of his family I finished talking.
These made me think, think what and were we are now. The places were we used to live our life without this thinking and understanding life philosophy. The places were peace was not in the pocket full of money but hand full of mangoes. Were wining one game of cricket means world cup. Where an unbranded ice-cream means a lot. Those pages are now changed to yellow. But the smell of those pages still makes us nostalgic and think. Now my house is barely visited by us. No one lives there no one has time to go there and feel that they are back in life again.
Thanks to couple of words chat with Ganesh. This feeling was invaluable and was gifted by my gardener. I don’t know how I will repay him might be I will also visit my house some day.
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