The sounds, the smells, the humdrum, the air, each city built on layers of history, presents to you a bouquet of these treats.
Living in the Indian subcontinent means that you have access to so many regions, cities, towns and villages which in another lifetime were kingdoms in themselves.
The smell of Mumbai, heavy and humid, greets you as you step on the tarmac; the chillness that seeps into your bones, smell of hot chai and omlette comes greeting you as you enter the hills of Ooty just as I can never forget the feeling of freshness accompanied by a light drizzle as the train enters the station that heralds the feeling of finally beingย home, the city of Bangalore.
Each city lays itself bare, giving you the chance to seep into it, feel its soul and give yourself up to its chaos and humdrum.
On the other land in the quiet little villages that lie in the embrace of the Himalayas, this chaos gives way to new kind of emotion. Whether its the villages of Himachal or the town at the North Eastern border of India, with the most beautiful Monastery; each hilly destination is like that cool balm that slows you down and envelopes you in its warmth, cradling you to sleep.
This mellow and slow moving pace can be infuriating to some while soothing to others. The noise of the city can be a welcome distraction, allowing you to escape the voices in your head while for others cause angst and fury.
This week 2 stories came across my screen, one about tricksters and fraud that greet you at tourist locations and the other was the story of Shalev Paller, an Israeli soldier who wrote an article about healing and acceptance. The story of why so many Israeli soldiers make a pilgrim of sorts to our country after their tryst in the army.
His post lead me to thinking about the soul of a place, of cities made of crossroads, monuments, culture, history, languages, their pace and most importantly its people.
If we are ready to touch its soul, to be embraced and to relinquish our presumptions, and bare selves to it, it does hold the power to heal, doesn’t it?
This week’s poem by Gulzar talks about how the mountains refuse to leave him even after he has returned to the plains, back home he can still feel the air and the mist lifting him off his feet.
India, with all its glitches and shortcomings, like this poem refuses to leave you all too quick.
Transliteration
Paharo se bichadke lautata hu to
By Gulzar
Paharo se bichadke lautata hu to
Kaee din tak uttarta rehta hu unse
Khala main latka rehta hu
Kahi pao nahi padte
When I have to part from the mountains,
It takes me many days to descend
I remain hung in space
My feet are unable to touch the ground,
Bahut se aasmaan bahon mein bhar jate hai
Woh neeche nahi aate
Hawaaein phool jaati hai, pakad ke pasliyan meri
Kabhi raatein utha leti hai bagloan se
Kabhi din thel dete hai hawa mein…..
Kayee din tak mere paaon nahi lagte zameen se!
Reblogged this on Nehal's World and commented:
A poem by my favourite poet, mountains and a wonderful ‘ Bikhre Lavz’ , what more can I ask for? Hope you will also enjoy!
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Thanx nehal
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You are an amazing writer! I always enjoy my visits to your wonderful blog!!
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Thanks Nehal…… For the appreciation and for the reblog.
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Pleasure is always mine ! ๐
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Waah…touched….!!
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Your description is lovely and enchanting. It’s also thought provoking, I am very glad to have come across this piece. You have also introduced me to a new poet which I am grateful for. โค
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It’s a pleasure to share the great works of the masters. Thank you for reading.
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Thank you very much for posting and sharing. You are a wonderful writer, I get swept away with your pieces.
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First being a travel writer,i love the way you articulate whole country in few words and then Gulzar sahab’s poetry…you are amazing with pen.Keep writing!!๐๐
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I am a fan of Gulzar and love each of his works. Elated to see you share it here. ๐
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Thanks Asha for reading.
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Pleasure. ๐
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U ar really gr8 wid ur posts..the way u use words to describe the beauty of whatever u write..its so soothing..keep it up..
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Thank you for reading and for your words.
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M a big fan of urs after reading ur writings recently..I will keep stalking watever u will write..
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