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Chittorgarh Fort : A Treasure of History and Monuments

“यह है अपना राजपूताना, नाज़ इसे तलवारों पे,
इसने सारा जीवन काटा बर्छी तीर कमानो पे,
यह प्रताप का वतन पला है आज़ादी के नारों पे,
कूद पड़ी थी यहाँ हज़ारों पद्‍मिनियाँ अंगारों पे,
बोले रही है कण-कण से क़ुर्बानी राजस्थान की,
इस मिट्टी से तिलक करो यह मिट्टी है बलिदान की”

“This is our Rajputana, it is proud of its glittering swords,
It has spent all its life with spears, arrows and bows
This land of Paratap has grown listening to the vows of freedom
It has seen thousands of Padminis jumping into sacred fires,
Every grain of its soil is telling the stories of sacrifices,
Smear this sand on your forehead, for this earth is of Martyrs

The Chittorgarh Fort

The Chittorgarh Fort

Indian national poet Pradeep not only penned down these patriotic, inspiring lyrical stanzas, but he also lend his silken voice to this melodious song and took generations of children on Bharat darshan. Each and every line of this pleasing song is dipped in patriotism and reminds us of our brave ancestors. This song was filmed in Hindi movie “Jaagriti”. Continue reading


Spring in the City

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सुबह की सैर पर अपनी ही धुन में मगन, अपनी लय-ताल में चलते चलते, दूब पर बैठी एक महिला समूह की चर्चा कान में पड़ी- ‘ अरे, अपने पीली सारी पहनी है तो लग रहा है कि बसंत है… हमारे तो यहाँ तो सभी इस दिन पीले वस्त्र ही पहनते थे तो लगता था कि हाँ बसंत ऋतु आ गयी है….इस शहर में कहाँ सरसों के खेत और क्या बसंत…. फ़्लावर शो देखने जाते हैं तो ज़रूर लगता है कि बसंत आया है….. और या फिर ये हज़ारे के फूल.’ सभी महिलाएँ ठहाका मार कर हंस दी. उस दिन मेरी घंटे भर की सैर में मन में यही कुरेद चली की आख़िर ऐसा क्यों है कि लोगों को इस महानगर में बसंत का एहसास नहीं होता. उन्ही विचारों की लहर ने मुझे यह पोस्ट लिखने के लिए प्रेरित किया.

जाड़ी की पत्तियों पर छाया बसंत

जाड़ी की पत्तियों पर छाया बसंत


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Boat Safari in Periyar Lake @ Thekkady

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” – George Byron

Jungles keep calling us. When its long that Jaishree and I have visited a wildlife sanctuary, this silent call gets loud and clear, the impressions and images of wild-terrain start floating in our eyes and we start missing the wilderness and its rich flora and fauna.

This affair with jungles started couple of days after we exchanged marital vows. During our honeymoon trip when we were trying to understand and accommodate each other, and a never ending affair was about to begin, someone else also silently creeped up in our lives. It happened during the visit to the Veerappan land of Bandipur. Jungle of Bandipur left us mesmerized. We sighted a playful elephant family, witnessed a deer falling prey to a group of wild dogs; becoming non-existent within blink of eyes.

Elephant family in Bandipur

Elephant family in Bandipur


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Baya the Builder

It was the last day of rainy season’s sojourn in southern Rajasthan. One afternoon, while chasing the Greater Coucal to photograph, who was showing her bronze wings but not a full view, a bright yellow color on a Babool tree caught our attention. We treaded as softly as we could, with our flip-flops trying to do what they are supposed to do- flip flop and our aching feet trying their best to not let them do so. A closer look and there appeared three of these creatures. We smiled ear to ear; it was our first encounter with a Baya in her breeding season.

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Offbeat Corbett

It was around eight pm. Mr Mehra brought the gypsy to a gentle halt. We were in a vast expanse of grassland interspersed with a few jamun kunj. Silence of the night echoed everywhere, except for the intermittent calls of Night-jars. As he turned off the headlights, darkness engulfed us in a blinding blanket. He whispered to look on our right. Hundreds of tiny lights were twinkling.
“What, what is it?”
“Come on Jaishree. You don’t know! You really don’t know!!”
I moved my neck slightly in denial, without ever taking my eyes off the twinkling grassland.
“These are jugnus”, replied my husband in a matter-of-fact tone.

Oh yes, they must be jugnus. How could I not see that they were jugnus! I have seen jugnus but it was limited to spotting a few of them here and there, while taking a stroll in night. However, there they were, ten-twenty-fifty, no, not even hundreds, but in thousands. A sight-enthralling! It was as if the tips of long grass blades developed phosphoric radiance and the timings had been set to fractions of seconds’ to-blink-and-light randomly.

I have seen jungles in real and watched wildlife on National Geography and Discovery channels. But none could match the impressions of that moment. Dear reader, it all happened in our very neighborhood: Corbett which till then (to me) meant Dhikala, Bijrani, jhirna and nth number of resorts. It all happened in its Sitavani area which is a buffer zone of Corbett.

Sitavani ke Jungle

Sitavani ke Jungle

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A Photo Essay on camel cart ride in Nawalgarh

I was still dreaming about the art galleries of Nawalgarh, the havelis I had seen and the havelis I knew I would not be able to see, when at 4 pm the chain of my thoughts was broken by Babli, the owner of D.S.Bungalow, announcing the arrival of camel cart. While we were waking up the kids he put the mattresses on the cart to make it a comfi ride.

Soon as we adjusted in the cart the camel moved ahead in its elegant gait through a nearby hamlet. I had taken a camel ride in Jaisalmer and was of the opinion that camel cart would not be that exciteresting. I was wrong. Camel ride was adventurous but the camel cart ride was luxuriously relaxed.

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