If you can Risk your week on a hill ..then Pachmari would definately reward you...
The drive is a good one .Excellent straight road across the plain from Pipariya , the nearest railway station and then a well maintained hill road that winds its way up to Pachmari throught the Satpura National Park...The Temperature dropped perceptibly as we climbed........
........A quick run through the market ,several twists and turns and then you reach your abode..
As looked out of the verandah out to a lovely garden with wonderful view of satpura on The Horizon...Bees and dragonflies go about their business and birds chirp around...If tranquility of nature rocks you then its a LOVELY PLACE..
we decided to hire a gypsy and move around ..enroute we stopped at the lake filled with noisy holidaymakers who boarded bright coloured Pedal boats.... while a horse ,camle and a quad bike awaited.....One can easily imagine a coach rattling up the driveway...
.............Quite Charming !!!
Next destination was Church of Annunciation better known as catholic church which dates back to eighteenth century and is still in regular use...its worth a visit because of its beautifully painted glass.The parish Priest will warmly welcome you and point to objects of interest Glass Windows, Carved Pulpit and Baptismal font....
......Another church that reminded me of my Great School ...Christ Church , the anglican church is closer to the town centre older and poor in repair sunlight peeps through holes in the roof with its half dome over the Altar, wooden beam and magnificient stained glasses with many a Panes missing too.....was also worth visiting.
However the main draws to this place are The cave temples dedicated to Lord Shiva...........The Jatashankara and the Mahadeo dating back to BC are lined with devotees and Vendors selling---Religious Aids.
For Adventure lovers there is rock climbing, treks and nature walk ...but if you want to see animals best option is the forest GuestHouse...
Oh yes in the area known as helipad or Landing area a private operator has a parasailing operation going........be careful of the instructions ...otherwise you will have to be thankful to Pachmarhi's only (apparently) doctor who will definately shoot you with painkillers..
Our Rooms were cosy and service good................
PACHMARHI -----------" It's a Quiet Place"
Gauri
"This is a Hill Road Move On !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Vaidehi
Next blog was on my mind..Iwas wondering what should I write about whom....?.....suggestions kept pouring in... Until Last night when I met this extraordinary Lady..no..no..you are guessing it wrong she isn't some Padamvibhushan or Padamshri.....but a lady hidden behind veil ,wife of an autorickshaw driver and mother of two smart kids.. Sometimes I wonder it takes twenty years for some to grow up and life matures some in just four or five..............
.........well the whole family occupied the drivers seat of a seven seater rickshaw...........more aptly the driver was driving the rickshaw and The Lady house on the rickshaw with all items including books as reserve below their seat.So truly said the pivot of a family is MOTHER..."The Lady Of The House"........this is an ordinary sight for few and for few it becomes a vision...........It's what intellectuals say Empowerment of woman................and yes not to forget the two kids Ruksaar and other.mmmmm..name it chotu(Name to generalise any kid in India) like great advertisers were using eloquence and skills to get maximum passengers for their "gaddi" had such pride in their act as to say ....."Mom you have sowed a seed in me that is growing into a big tree......"
Though I am a child right activist but still sometimes feel that what's wrong when children put out to learn their family business or any such work which teaches to make his bread..................After all its not (a+b)^2 thats going to help feeding your stomach........
Let me come back to The Lady whom I could identify with Sita or Vaidehi....Who set with her spouse to stand by his side in all moments of joy and sorrow.....
In West Ladies are marked with purer and lighter substance ...Like ether or addressed as ariel....Thank God in India we are called Earthy..........Everday when we get up and touch mother Earth( which some might have forgotten Now) we thank Earth for all the bountify gifts bestowed on us.......I feel so great being part of a culture that praises and worships The Selfless ones...........Call it Synchronising with Nature.......Vaidehi.
But what hurts is the Veil be it of society or the atrocities that mark women to hide her identity.that reminds me of a myth i had been hearing from my school days.."Dhol ,ganwaar ,shudra,Pashu ,naari yeh sab taadan ke adhikaari..." you might have got the author but not actually the true meaning....to make it clear let me put it like this Dhol..The ears which hear loud music..ganwaar ..The eyes which are fickle ...Shudra ..the hands responsible for sweeping and cleaning........Pashu..The nose which like an animal keep smelling for more ....Nari ...the tongue. the greedy one these five senses should be beaten its because of them we commit crime............I hope People will be wise hereafter....
its just one clarification but how long and to how many people can you clarify.............But actually when these things are retorated i feel happy.............afterall Nobody kicks a dead Dog and unjust criticism is disguised compliment.............................
Dowry is one more hell!!!! Hells after Hells......and Hells .......but for how long.............
ulitimately the Veil has to Lift and Identity has to be established................................................
If we decide to jump into the fray there will be no looking back...We would like to show the result...I have disturbed the beehive and i leave it to you to decide whether we go away or bring back the Honey!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looking forward to your comments
Gauri
"This is not the End of the Road you have to take your Turn"
.........well the whole family occupied the drivers seat of a seven seater rickshaw...........more aptly the driver was driving the rickshaw and The Lady house on the rickshaw with all items including books as reserve below their seat.So truly said the pivot of a family is MOTHER..."The Lady Of The House"........this is an ordinary sight for few and for few it becomes a vision...........It's what intellectuals say Empowerment of woman................and yes not to forget the two kids Ruksaar and other.mmmmm..name it chotu(Name to generalise any kid in India) like great advertisers were using eloquence and skills to get maximum passengers for their "gaddi" had such pride in their act as to say ....."Mom you have sowed a seed in me that is growing into a big tree......"
Though I am a child right activist but still sometimes feel that what's wrong when children put out to learn their family business or any such work which teaches to make his bread..................After all its not (a+b)^2 thats going to help feeding your stomach........
Let me come back to The Lady whom I could identify with Sita or Vaidehi....Who set with her spouse to stand by his side in all moments of joy and sorrow.....
In West Ladies are marked with purer and lighter substance ...Like ether or addressed as ariel....Thank God in India we are called Earthy..........Everday when we get up and touch mother Earth( which some might have forgotten Now) we thank Earth for all the bountify gifts bestowed on us.......I feel so great being part of a culture that praises and worships The Selfless ones...........Call it Synchronising with Nature.......Vaidehi.
But what hurts is the Veil be it of society or the atrocities that mark women to hide her identity.that reminds me of a myth i had been hearing from my school days.."Dhol ,ganwaar ,shudra,Pashu ,naari yeh sab taadan ke adhikaari..." you might have got the author but not actually the true meaning....to make it clear let me put it like this Dhol..The ears which hear loud music..ganwaar ..The eyes which are fickle ...Shudra ..the hands responsible for sweeping and cleaning........Pashu..The nose which like an animal keep smelling for more ....Nari ...the tongue. the greedy one these five senses should be beaten its because of them we commit crime............I hope People will be wise hereafter....
its just one clarification but how long and to how many people can you clarify.............But actually when these things are retorated i feel happy.............afterall Nobody kicks a dead Dog and unjust criticism is disguised compliment.............................
Dowry is one more hell!!!! Hells after Hells......and Hells .......but for how long.............
ulitimately the Veil has to Lift and Identity has to be established................................................
If we decide to jump into the fray there will be no looking back...We would like to show the result...I have disturbed the beehive and i leave it to you to decide whether we go away or bring back the Honey!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looking forward to your comments
Gauri
"This is not the End of the Road you have to take your Turn"
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Small Steps Taken On Mighty Long roads
A midnight phoenix rises
from the ashes of the past
shimmering inthe darkness
It spreads its wings at last
A golden sun illuminates
The grassy plains below
and crimson blossoms bloom again
where nothing used to grow
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
The music of the universe
still echoes in the song
of nightingales and humming birds
Why can't we sing along?
Discordant notes will sound again
unless we understand
and the Primal memory once awake
creates its own demand
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
So you lift your voice i'll lift mine
Let harmony restore, our faith in dream
brotherhood and peace for evermore
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
from the ashes of the past
shimmering inthe darkness
It spreads its wings at last
A golden sun illuminates
The grassy plains below
and crimson blossoms bloom again
where nothing used to grow
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
The music of the universe
still echoes in the song
of nightingales and humming birds
Why can't we sing along?
Discordant notes will sound again
unless we understand
and the Primal memory once awake
creates its own demand
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
So you lift your voice i'll lift mine
Let harmony restore, our faith in dream
brotherhood and peace for evermore
Small steps taken on a mighty long road
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