the village was one among many which was flooded not directly by the swollen kosi but by incessant rains trapped in faulty infrastructure. this is a yearly feature though this year it is worse because of rivers on the rise everywhere.
this online music site has made me waste time. made me upload download whatever 15 artists then upload download whatever 45 songs then it does not play. it is not fair. i am a simple small town woman. this should've been simple. all i wanted was to listen to music.
I had similar clay dolls, bought at a Durga Puja fair (way back) I had christened them as Mr. and Mrs. Dutta.
Mrs. Dutta was voluptuous in a green saree and red blouse and wore a big red bindi Mr. Dutta wore white dhoti-kurta and carried a black umbrella What better name than Mr. and Mrs. Dutta, right?
They were quite famous with my kid-neighbour The kid would love to shake their spring-heads Jing-jing-jing Up and down…. He would make Mr. Dutta look down And Mrs. Dutta, head up, as if she was commanding Mr. Dutta, “To-bey Thaak…”
One day Gopal- the kid, came running to our house asking to play with Mr. and Mrs. Dutta Mr. and Mrs. Dutta, the real ones (who were Dad’s friends) had come visiting us that evening, Needless to say, they did not look too amused
Nevertheless they said….. “yeh bachey…”.
The real Mrs. Dutta was actually really good She would make out-of-the-world dal-luchi (back then, Durga Pujas used to be quite a treat)
The real Mr. and Mrs. Dutta had a parrot called Polly. Polly would screech himself shrill….. “P-A-U-L-L-L-E-E…tumor naam ki” “P-A-U-L-L-L-E-E…tumor naam ki” “P-A-U-L-L-L-E-E…tumor naam ki” “P-A-U-L-L-L-E-E…tumor naam ki”
Could and Would anyone be able to resist pulling his long tail?
I should have introduced Gopal-the–kid to Polly He would have made P-A-U-L-L-L-E-E’s head go jing-jing-jing…. Up and down…
i made this tiny frock from a tiny piece of flannel for my niece jia. for 5-day old jia (Dec. '07). i took ages to stitch it and poked my finger more times than through the pink flannel. And touched and glossed over it more times than it was actually worn.
@ some village road beyond Khandala. (Here: Urmila and I).
This picture reminds me of Bela and Bahadur (God knows why). Bela of Indrajal Comics. Girlfriend of Bahadur. I remember liking Bahadur because he did not appear to be the type of man who would say or even think "Me Tarzan...You Jane"...
And Bela rode a bullet (if I remember correctly). Skilled in martial arts, she lay flat the dacoits and robbers. Tall, svelte and beautiful, she worked hand in hand with Bahadur to rid Jaigarh (I think) of its nefarious elements. In bell-bottoms and fitting tops (mostly green, I think), she did not need to wear high heels or show cleavage in order to look smart.
Rishikesh. The much awaited trip finally re-happened.
Between jobs, me and 4 other friends finally packed off for rishikesh. This trip, unlike many others was not improptu. Infact Disha and I did a lot of searches and finally selected ganga nature camp over aquaterra for obvious reasons. (and to my shame, I also prepared a format for comparison between the shortlisted choices). Aweful. But thankfully, I was true to my basic procrastinatory self, so nothing really came out of the excel sheets.
Let me redo the trip through a fototrip...
@ Suncity Bus Service from CP (N. Delhi) to Rishikesh. 9350918952.
(Beware of the bus owner. He can be very illogical).
With Lipika, the cute algae
@ Laxman jhula, 6:30 or so after chai n a cold ride in the dark to this bridge (where a homey pigeon walked the entire stretch of the bridge infront of us. Gues, pigs fly, so pigeons walk).
@ Ganga Nature Camp, Between Rishikesh & Shivpuri. 09412050478. (Rajeev).
No, swimming is not allowed. Not seedha. Nor Ulta.
The camp is very basic (read sand pit toilets). The food served is good, esp. the roasted mixed veg.
.......afternoon fillers... a baby trek to some waterfall, a dip in absoLUTEly chilled pool by the same waterfall, rappeling by the roadside 'tall-rock' (what else could it be called?)
Dumb Charade sessions, if you can come up with innovative n original names like...(i) lomdi ko ho gaya pyaar (ii) tahkhaane mei chudail
Include in your team someone like Lipika who can come up with the wierdest of ching chong names.
Our Lipika obviously took ages to decide. She would look up to the movie-Gods for inspiration.. again take ages to decide.
Finally when she would manage to whisper to Disha, both would again take ages to laugh about it. Reconfirm yet again and laugh some more.
Her love for ching chong movies is so gr8 that Disha had to enact Once upon a time in 'China'. (Oh! to have heard Antonio Banderas speak with a chinese hangover). One also has to enact part I - IV as well to the names Lipika comes up with.
We did a lot of posing as well.
All of Us
Junta was on the move, while we waited our turn Quite a traffic that weekend
Some would shout
Hey babby wo babby
Hey babby WO
So after some dunkings
and some more
We too hailed Jai Bharat and the ride started
Day 1 was just about 12-13 kms
Day 2 was about 27 kms.
Day 2 had some great rides with gr8 names (now i just remember 3 blind mice).
Remo, the funny instructor would come up with funnier annotations for the rapid-namesakes.
He was equally inovative in funny games like making us balance at the head of the raft.
Left-Forward...Right-Back...Left-Forward...Right-Back, he would shout the command. And Dunk would go our balancing act. If only we could capture the concentrated expressions with which we had been trying to balance. The best one being just before either jumping onto the raft or falling into the river.
...Disha and me
.......Mohit and Lipika
But The BEST among Remo's antics was
DISHA in her HOT SEAT.
Remo the funny man takes us to this rock by the bank. Makes Disha climb up and sit on the seat like formation cut out at the face of the rock. Mohit helps her and he jumps back immediately, and all of us back-paddled...instantly at Remo the funny man's command of BAAACK PAAADDLE.
Here she is...
Disha was astounded. Then she laughed. Then was irritated.
We ofcors, could not stop laughing.
Then she screamed.....Ok guys .... enough!!!! come back....
mat aaaooo...mero ko kya hai.... GUYYYSSSSS!!!!
Well we did take our time to return.
We also sang saathi haath badhaana... while we helped her down Some more foto sessions....
Kriti, the babe Lipika, the joker
Some Cliff Jumps
My 1st jump was at a slant and how I ached :)
But the 2nd was perfect. I loved it.
(It was much higher than as seen in this foto ofcors. This clarification is since Mohit and I bragged so much about the thrill of the jump).
Back in camp. Our home for two nights n three days...
Lovely dark night. The sound of rushing Ganga and chilly air, a heady combination