Showing posts with label train. Show all posts
Showing posts with label train. Show all posts

Monday, 3 May 2010

It is... Amchi Mumbai!


I’ve finally got the opportunity to have a closer look at Mumbai.. The town area of it... And I’m loving it! The grand Brit architectures housing several banks, corporate headquarters and government departments, the numerous food-joints (from road side stalls to five-stars), the no nonsense taxi-wallahs and the busy looking, brisk walking janata in formal wear… This place does look like the financial capital of India. It’s in the air, as they say.


 

I am also travelling by the local train daily from Vashi to CST. Something I haven’t done before, unlike thousands of Mumbaikars. I think, I have moved on from the beginner to the intermediate level, learning the rules and strategies of travelling by trains in Mumbai. Here are some free tips!


  • If you ever get three wishes from the almighty or find an Alladin’s chirag somewhere, make sure you ask for a window seat. Believe me, this is one thing you just can’t get… For everything else, there’s master card!


  • Be alert, attentive and maintain lane discipline at all times in the train! If you don’t do that, you might either land on the wrong station or miss the right station even before you realize. 


  • Train is probably the best place to meditate. Because there are not many other things, you can do.


  • If you feel like doing something good for the world, just shout loudly “andar chalooo” along with the crowd that pours in at every station. 


  • The Train is among the best hangout places in Mumbai. Just that you need to be qualified at the expert level to hang out of a local train. 


  • You need just three words to kickoff a skirmish in a Mumbai local – “Dhakka mat maro.”



Mumbai is one city which has seen more disasters and pain than any other city in the world. Many of those have been of such high magnitude that could tear apart and destroy a city completely. The blasts, the riots, the floods, the regional politics, and the never ending terrorist attacks. But, it’s incredible to witness how quickly Mumbai gets back to its feet every time and eventually emerges being stronger than before! I think mak doesn’t make it possible; it’s the beautiful people of Mumbai, the mumbaikars who do!


There’s no doubt that the series of tragedies have changed Mumbai, over the years. Vehicles are not allowed on the dalal street. Entry inside the gateway of India is prohibited. You’ll often see a policeman standing by a gunpoint at the CST. But there are some things that have not changed… and for good!
  • Mumbai is still, the only real cosmopolitan city in the country. You’ll find people from all states, regions, religions and castes mingle with each other like long lost friends. You can easily make friends with a complete stranger and discuss philosophy over a train ride. It’s in Mumbai that you truly get the opportunity to identify, understand and appreciate different cultures, customs, festivals, languages, cuisines and more! Its this variety (or unity in diversity... blah blah) that makes mumbai so different, colourful, vibrant and energetic!
  • The nightlife is thankfully still upbeat and unaffected. Mumbai never sleeps! Indeed, it’s a place where “raat ke bara baje, din nikalta hai”.
  • I think women in Mumbai are much more independent and confident as compared to other cities of India.


Of course, there are always two sides of a coin… and maybe I don’t like to talk about the other side. But I have always loved Mumbai for the above reasons and for what it is. I have found myself happier whenever I am at home and for me, Mumbai is among the best places in the world!

(Pics courtesy of Chaitanya)

Tuesday, 26 January 2010

From Chennai to Dalhousie via Delhi!

I had been visiting the Youth Hostel website and the Dalhousie winter trek brochure since quite a few days. I badly needed a break and was wondering if I could somehow make it to the trek amidst my college schedule. I was delightedmenari to see the holiday notification email and began planning and thinking of the trip while people around me were studying hard for the exams. I invited all my friends; Krishna a.k.a. Pabba and Abhishek a.k.a. Abs decided to join me. We did all the bookings (including the trek booking) in tatkal or just in time.


Krishna and I departed from Chennai on the New Year’s Eve just in time for the tamilnadu express. While Krishna survived the train journey eating bread jam, I tried different unhygienic stuff on most of the railway stations! The fog played spoil sportsedih and our train got delayed by 7 hrs. It was moving like a road-roller after Mathura, stopping at every other station where tens and hundreds and thousands of people poured in. Even a 24/7 sleeping kumbhakarna like Krishna couldn’t sleep in the commotion and chaos.


We reached Delhi on 2nd Jan afternoon, where abs was waiting for us. In Delhi, we could never figure out what time of the day it was. It was foggy all over and seemed to be 6 am while it was actually 2 pm. We quickly headed to the Interstate bus terminus and booked our tickets to Dalhousie. Then, we did some woolen-wear shopping from a Tibetan monastery market nearby where I and abs taught Krishna the art of bargaining. Krishna tried his level best but was tricked by the cute little chinki lady salesperson. He also had his dream come true as we satiated our taste buds with a few rounds of Aloo-tikki and chat near the Kashmiri Gate bus terminus before getting into the bus. It was not among the best chats in Delhi, but we had to manage…


My observation about Delhi: It’s the best city in the country when you sit in the underground metro. It is the dirtiest city when you come out of the metro!jelir



True to our reputation, we reached Dalhousie late. Although I had put on all the warm clothing I had, I was shivering like never before. We searched for a while and found the Youth Hostel Building at last.

The first thing we did here was to rush to the restrooms to relieve the pressure accumulated during the overnight bus journeysengihnampakgigi. We missed the early morning warm-up session which I was anyway not interested in. The lady who was our campus leader yelled at Krishna for inadvertently kicking a box full of coal in the tent and dirtying the whole place. Krishna had no regrets as he felt she was very sweetlove. I and Abs couldn’t agree more!


It was a bit disappointing to see a lot of good looking females in the previous group but none in ours. It was not new to me though. I have always had such experiences. Nevertheless, ours was a diverse  and fun-loving group of 42 from different states of India including Maharashtra, Andhra, Karnataka, Delhi, Jammu, Gujarat etc.


At around 9 am, we started our acclimatization walk in the hills. It was up, down and again up with stunning landscapes, gigantic mountains, dense forests and cunning monkeys.

We took a chai and Maggie halt at Panchpula (meaning five bridges). A monument/Samadhi was built in the memory of freedom fighter and rebel Sardar Ajit Singh, who breathed his last on the Independence Day and in Panchpula. It was quite a long walk for the first day and reached the hostel exactly at lunch time.



What I saw after lunch was something I had never seen.. I'll update about it very soon! Stay tuned...