The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The ohh soo common..Onions!!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Stairway to heaven: A journey to Haidakhan
Haidakhan - Beauty of this place is spectacular. One would be awestruck after reaching this place. Located in the foothills of Himalayas ie the Kumaon range, Haidakhan is of religious importance known as Haidakhan Vishwamahadham after Baba Haidakhan.
Haidakhan remains unheard and unknown to majority of travelers. It is a 3 hrs diversion from Rambagh railway station on the way to Nanital (Uttaranchal). The journey uphill is ecstatic and memorable. For anyone who enjoys serenity and calmness would cherish the journey as well as the destination.
The long stretch to reach my destination was full of surprises. It was like a suspense, like life. Every turn gave a novel view, something different. At a point, a feeling to have lost the way. There is no one to help, no guidance , just a gut feeling that this is the right way. Roads look untraveled & we head into a pathless destination.
Twittering of birds, dense forests and tiny roads create a sense of adventure.Haidakhan is known for the Ashram of Baba Haidakhan. The likes of Priyanka Chopra take an annual visit to the place. A brief history of the place: Haidakhan Baba, who is also known by many other names such as Kanchopi Topa Baba, is considered by many to be the same person as Mahavatar Babaji who initiated Lahiri Mahasay in 1861. This account is quite famous because it is well documented in Paramahamsa Yogananda’s autobiography. He received the name “Haidakhan Baba” because he was often seen in the Kumaon region of the Himalayan foothills in a village known as Haidakhan. These appearances mainly occurred between 1800-1922.
The main attraction of the place is the Ashram which is beautifully managed by the Pandits. Many toiurists visit Haidakhan during Sep-Oct when its at the peak of its beauty. The wide riverbed fills up with shallow water & to visit the Main Temple one has to walk barefoot on the riverbed making it an entrhalling experience. The crystal clear water gurgles which makes us aware of the Power of Nature & its immense beauty. Parallel to the riverbed runs a well kept flowerbed where one can find rare & exotic flowers.
The Temple has a long series of giant bells (Mandir Ghantas) which creates a heavenly music and echoes amidst the mighty mountains mingling with the softness of twirling water & fragnance of exotic flora.Only a handful of local people in Nainital & surroundings are aware about Haidakhan. The place might look very mundane & lacking all attractions of a big city/tourist destination, but its worth the experience.
There are no fancy restaurants present. A meal at the Ashram dhaba or Maggi & chips makes it a very enjoyable experience. I am not sure if ever in my lifetime I would see that place again. The imprints of some places & people are so strong that they always remain engraved in our memory. The journey to Haidakhan, my stay for 5 hours there & after 2 years all seems so fresh.
When small stream-lets sift underneath our feet. When holy bells create an enchanted harmony with breath-taking mountains. I would just say that " Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads".
At the Stairway to heaven there is No Snow, No Rivers, No Fancy Trees , No Comforts. There is just a mere human thankful for everything. At a Stairway to heaven there are no regrets , no worries , no success & nothing that money can buy.
There are some places which you don't remember visiting & some which you never forget. At a Stairway to Heaven you just love where you are. If in daily life we carry this feeling around, It would be a Bliss.
Till then take those Stairs & Be healthy - Body & Soul.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Revisting Lucknow: The City of Nawabs
The city stands divided & yet looks one-The Old Lucknow & the New Lucknow. Of course there is one Lucknow next to Taj Hotel which looks like Maya's Luck(y)Now. Part of the city has now turned into a political fortress thanks to Mayawati. The capital city boasts of concrete structures built by Madam Maya which look more majestic than all wax of Tussads put together.

From Kebabs to Sweet delights, we live the legacy of being in a multicultural city with fine tastes for music, arts bejeweled with beautiful gardens. Overseeing banks of Gomti river, hustle bustle of the city still shows glimmering signs of Lucknowi pride in the local dialect.
The rich historical heritage - Bhool Bhulaiya, British Residency, Bada and Chota Imambara. The monuments stood tall to be pride of the city. Now unfortunately can be reduced to ruins in the hands of commercialization. Since the days of Famous revolt of 1857, the city tells numerous tales of its rich struggle. This has translated into dialect and Lakhnawi Tehzeeb.
You feel richer as fabric of the city makes your heart peaceful, happier and joyous. The "Golden city of East" somewhere would make you feel at home. A warm welcoming embrace beckons you for your next visit.... Till then, Aadab.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
WHITE TERROR
White-the Divine hue
Light of peace
Aroma of a blossom
Oh!!!! The bright celestial sheen
A pristine touch of life
Blush of tranquil sky.
Grace of innocence
Nature’s flowing fence.
Aphrodite and doves
Chariots and billows.
Mermaids in sea-foam
Plunge in achromatic glow.
White-the Divine hue
Light of peace
Aroma of a blossom
Oh!!!! The bright celestial sheen
Dawn of twilight
Graying of night.
Hounds in the dark
Mortals aghast.
Mother’s holy veil
Naïve infant’s dream
Adieu: radiant reverie.
Lost- the Divine hue
Invisible peace
Aroma of fear
Oh!!!! Fading celestial sheen
Scarlet clots in the past
Mute crimson glow in dark.
Stillness of vicious shock
Corpses in each dock.
Shrieks, shouts and shadows
Weapons & their ruins in meadows
Pearly candescence in ashes.
Ominous- the Divine hue
Gruesome peace
Aroma of terror
Oh!! Dismembered celestial sheen
Faithless folks
Fatal fights.
Miming muse
Strident silence.
Lost lives
Rescued rights.
Doomed desires
Daffodil dreams.
In shock & fright
I in sleepless nights.
Body & Soul
Trembling & Crippled.
Killed Peace & Nurtured Terror
Fostered Maniacs & Divine Monsters.
This is our ruin & this is our Land
These are our meadows & our dying clan.
No religion & no caste exists
No Terror in Black & Red in this mist.
Liberty-the Divine hue
Cherished freedom
Aroma of bliss
Oh!! Novel celestial sheen
As India Celebrates the 63rd Independence Day on 15 Aug 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
The "D" Generation
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Hide & Seek with Delhi Winters
The fog, smog and early morning dew just makes me fall in love with Delhi all over again.
At night the chilly winds, the silent streets and bon-fire at various corners of small colonies makes me feel like am at an isolated hill station. The city looks inert and frozen and pleasently silent. A silence which is not threatening but re assuring. Small inroads engulfed by sheets of fog and hazy street lights add to the beauty of watching time go by in chilly nights.
In the hours of sleepy darkness, feeling the chilly winds & watching the misty stars shining doubles the zeal when I see a sunny day. The street dogs do not look mist struck at all!! They find refuge under the cars, basements where the monsters of mist can't reach them.
The undying spirit of Delhites to face cold & frosty winds with a smile shows their endurance .
The beautiful January mornings where Sunrays filter through layers of haze to reach the inhabitants spreads warmth around.I travel to Gurgaon for work, 100 Kms from home in these chilly mornings. Almost jammed hands and limbs do not feel numb when touched by Icy winds. Despite the chill, somehow I feel alive and ready to face the frosty weather which makes Delhi such a pleasent place to be.
The crack of dawn happens late at 7 am. While going to work , on a fine icy morning I was greeted by the most amazing patterns of Fog & Mist. The beauty with which clouds of smog-mist-fog swam on the roads and moved as co passengers in the autos, taxis, rickshaws, cars & pedestrians made us all EQUALS. I was swimming in clouds of mist without any practice. I was enthralled, it was heavenly to be surrounded by nature in a modern world. The visibility had dropped to less than a meter. It was an awesome morning and besides the inconvinience of invisible non functional traffic lights ,it was indeed a delight to travel that 100 kms.
The winter Hooligans would disguise themselves sometimes as a peacock or a doll or a bear or a cart and die on the windscreens of cars,buses and tiny eyelashes of an innocent beggar as DEW DROPS. I saw on that morning how Nature pleases us evryday we begin and brings a smile to our face. A Day in Delhi Winters prepared me to face all hardships with a smile and strengthened my belief that:
"Every cloud has a silver lining"
Even though the game of Hide and Seek will go on, with Hazy sunrays in cloudy days, in the night we will still witness a bright star shining at us in a misty chilly sleepy Delhi.
Lets enjoy Seeking the Hidden moments of joy and greet these frosty times with a warm cup of coffee.
Cheers.