“Still around the corner, they may wait, a new road or a secret gate” – JRR Tolkien
Travelling is the thing I miss the most these days. So I have decided to write about my numerous travels all over India and all over the world. Thanks to my parents’ bohemian soul, we have travelled a lot and visited some offbeat and some not-so offbeat places. Inheriting their love for travel, I have ventured out on my own too and have found myself on many new roads and in front of many secret gates!
I have collected memories and adventures on each trip. So here’s a try at writing a travelogue along with some historical “dnyan” (knowledge). Today’s story is about my first road trip with my school friends. Continue reading Travel Stories and Histories – Kulaba Fort Alibaug
History, an elementary narration of a labyrinthine past! How I love this subject…The sheer multitude of complex past stories and their implications in our present lives is something that just overwhelms me.
Continue reading Iti Haas: as it happened!
Did you know that, a staggering number of over one million of Indian troops served overseas during World War I, of whom 62,000 died and another 67,000 were wounded. In total at least 74,187 Indian soldiers died during the war. The India Gate at New Delhi was built to commemorate the Indian soldiers who lost their lives fighting in World War I. Field-Marshal Sir Claude Auchinleck, Commander-in-Chief of the Indian Army from 1942 asserted that the British “couldn’t have come through both wars [World War I and II] if they hadn’t had the Indian Army.”
The Indian contribution to victory in the First World War is worth noting. Indian soldiers and their involvement in the conflicts in France and Belgium, East Africa, Gallipolli and in Mesopotamia set the emphasizes on just how significant the role of Indian forces was in bringing victory to the British in their fight with The German Empire and its allies.
This time the Photo Prompt by Sue has inspired me to write a short story. The story revolves around the unsung and the vastly unknown Indian heroes who fought in the World Wars. This story is merely a fiction and any similarities to any events, characters, actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Continue reading A bridge he never crossed back… #writephoto
History is a beautiful subject but we hardly ever take it out of the textbooks! If you ask me history is such an engaging pursuit that if taught right, can create a great amount of interest in students. The right guidance can get the students to see the unseen, to go beyond the facades and perceive the meaning of the hidden stories. History has the potential of creating better future citizens of the world as a cross-cultural awareness while finding our roots will definitely prove to be of help in a world which is being torn apart based on religious and cultural differences.
Continue reading A Walk back in time
via Photo Challenge: Glow
“I call architecture Frozen Music!”
Tucked in the quaint village of Doddagaddavalli, district Hassan of Karnataka lies a yet-undiscovered Hoysala Dynasty jewel, the “Lakshmi Devi temple”.
Built by King Vishnuvardhan of the mighty Hoysala Empire in c. 1114 C.E., this temple has its uniqueness in housing four deities in four separate shrines with a common prayer hall or mantapa. Such temple structures are known as “chatuskuta”, where “chatuh” means four and “kuta” means shrines.
Continue reading Frozen Music
“Who is it? Who’s there? John is it you?” Denise got up from the bed, wrapping a bed-sheet around her she slowly crept down the stairs. The house was quiet except for that nagging sound.
“John..honey?” On most of the nights she slept very soundly, but today even the softest of the breeze was waking her up. But this noise…like churning of old rusted iron blades, like a giant windmill…ccrrrr…cccrrrr ccrrr…It was driving her nuts!
What could it be? The ceiling fan in the kid’s bedroom was making a strange sound for the last few days but the kids were sleeping in the smaller bedroom tonight. Who had turned it on then? The slow rusty sound was making her skin crawl.
As she walked down the hallway, she tried to calm herself. Steve, her youngest, was not happy about having to sleep in a different bed. Maybe he came down to sleep here. There was no need to get angry on that poor little soul.
She could see the TV in the living room, John must have slept on the sofa with the TV on. She let her head rest on the door, steadying herself. She was sure Steve would not have came down alone, he would have dragged Jane with him too. Breathing deeply, she pushed open the door…
“AAA AAAAAAA NO…No..Oh god!! Johnn…Noooo”
“What happened. Danny.. are you alright? Danny What’s wrong?”, John shouted as he came running down the hallway.
“AAhh..the kids…John the kids…the fan….it fell…..blood everywhere…..the kids……John save them!! OUR KIDS JOHN!”
He looked in the darkroom and then down at his wife who lay withering in pain. His knees gave way and he too collapsed beside her…the pain too much to bear. Not tonight.
“Ssh…It’s ok..” He took her in his arms as he tried to pacify her, patting her back. “It’s ok..don’t worry!”
“No John…how can YOU not worry! Our kids John…The fan..it fell! Noo..Please..”
“Danny it’s okay. It was a dream…Shh..’
“Noo… I saw..but..how..the kids..blood…Where’s Stevie and Jane?” Denise got up and staggered into dark the room, looking around. “Stevie…Janey..sweeties where are you? Are you hurt?” She bent down to look under the bed.
“Danny…please don’t do this…please. It was just a dream”
“The kids John..where are they!” She shouted back, facing him, tears running down her wrinkled face.
Speechless he just stared at her. How was he to explain all this to her? How was he supposed to go through this again, as if that one time was not enough!
He had thought that the Alzheimer’s would have wiped clean the memories. Was he not relieved when she was diagnosed with the Alzheimer’s disease? Wasn’t he happy for finally, she would forget that fateful night?
But even after 40 years and after losing most of her memories, these dreams kept haunting her, keeping those painful events still alive. And every time she dreamt, she lived through the nightmare of finding their kids dead…all over again!
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via Daily Prompt: Buff
“Civilisations aren’t remembered by their business people, Bankers or lawyers. They’re remembered by their art.” – Eli Broad.
And where’s the best place to obverse these arts than at a museum! Museums, a place where the dead comes to life, are repositories of artistic, cultural, tangible and intangible heritage of a country. India being a country of much celebrated history and past, has innumerable artefacts of beauty and importance and hence has a lot of museums too.
Continue reading Museums