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The New Home~~Pune

Posted: July 8, 2011 in going places
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“If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” -Bachelard, Gaston

My home in Pune is a beautiful place, everything in it. The greenery, the garden, the kitchen garden, of course being destroyed by my dog, Stacey, The stone look, The sliding roofs. There is something about this house that is different from all I’ve stayed so far.

So, there on Day One, I rolled my camera and was out clicking. Here are a few of the beautiful pictures I could collect. It looks aesthetic; trust me, every bit of it.

That marks the entrance towards the main door

                                                               The aged banyan Tree

The area in the Front- Tamarind, Guava, Neem, bushes and others trees i don’t no the names of

The lemon tree with a baby lemon

The ‘to-be’ butterflies

That’s the love of my life- My baby, in the garden

These flowers ❤

The photographs don’t seem to end, and my camera doesn’t seem to stop rolling even till date. I am in love with this place, my home!

I’m staring out into the night 
And trying to hide the pain
I’m going to the place where love
and feeling good don’t ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain
I’m going home to the place where I belong
where your love has always been enough for me…


Exploring India

Posted: July 4, 2011 in going places
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The Indian Army doesn’t give the permission to reside in one area. We change house, separate from friends, leave a place we get attached to. Well, why consider all the negative sides of it, the biggest positive aspect lies, it gives us a reason to explore. Visit places, know about different people, different cultures, different practices, different states. In short EXPLORE this beautiful world!

If I sit here and recall all the places I have been to from the time the little me started recognizing the world, my mind would draw the places like Talbhet, Dhana, Dalhaousie, Mangalore, Pune, Lucknow, Delhi, where my father had been posted to. Apart from these, the whole of Karnataka, Goa, Mumbai , Dheradun, Pithoragarh, Lansdowne, Rajasthan, Bhopal, Allahabad, Haldwani, Nainita.

If I recall each moment of places I have visited, I could go on and on writing and the brief of each seems incomplete.

To get a gist of my place explorations as of now, Talbhet is a place I don’t remember about. Mum keeps pulling out incidences from this place but my mind doesn’t seem to have even gists an pieces of it.

Further I travelled to Dhana. Although if I sit and recollect moments in that place, I may be 1 or 2 years, all I remember, is my grandma making little birds of cotton and I used to get so entertained by them and then she used to ask me to look around and make me say ‘fly’ and within moments the birds used to be off. I still don’t know what she used to do or how and where that bird used to go. It was never on the ground for sure. I still sometimes think about it and wonder. The other thing I remember is, I had a toy, it was a dog, used to bark and walk. It was one of my favorites and I couln’t bear anybody touch it or play with it. My granddad thought of it as the best thing to wake me up in the morning. Every morning he used to operate that toy and I used to jump off my bed, crying for my toy and then holding it as tight as to never let it go.

Dad was attached to the Kumaon regiment then, I remember a few people to, most fondly, Bapat uncle. He owned parrots and maynas. That was perhaps the first time I witnessed a bird speak. Not only speak, speak as fluently as a human. They used to eat every possible thing. This is what I gather from the scattered pieces of mind I join.

My tour continues to Dalhousie, a beautiful place I must say. The beauty of the kala top, the rocks and water in the rock garden, the Dalhousie cantt, Sacred Heart High School, Dalhousie club, there is still many more to count. With dad being in three regiments, madras, dogra, rajrif, and staying amongst bachelors (woah!), one amazing experience, I must say. Army regimental band is something that is not seen anywhere else. Dalhousie made me meet the person 98% of girls die to meet, Mr. Shahrukh Khan, Talking to him, clicking pictures (ok, now girls, don’t be crazy). Another charming, simple and suave lady I had a meeting with the Indian Fashion Diva, Madhuri Dixit. Her beauty knows no bounds. Apart from these, Nana Pategar, Raveena Tandon, was the other few I met there as far as I can recollect.

Next I moved to Mangalore. NMPT guest house, I remember residing in this place. Visiting beaches everyday, the beautiful sunset, collecting starfish and seashells, lying on the sand, swimming in sea water, the experiences couldn’t be better. In between, I must have paid a visit to many places in Karnataka, almost the entire of it. The beautiful art and architecture, the serenity of the temples, the gardens, the musical fountain, the smell of coffee beans, the rustic look of the trees, the golgumbaz, the Mysore museum, vrindavan gardens, and many more to count, all mesmerized me.

The exploration of  Pune, Lucknow and delhi and the ‘almost entire’ India continues…