Month: September 2014

Choluk Kalorab…

So, the wildfire has started…

A “small incident ” turned out to be big! Really big!

It seems like a house of cards; you dare to poke one card, and behold, the entire house turns out to be a devastated heap… It’s like a snowball, rolling and crushing everything on its way!
They are rising…

They marched, they sang, they demonstrated, they organized plays… it’s not anymore a matter of a few. Now it concerns the entire nation.

They are quite ready to take the blows that might cross their path. They are completely armed – with pen, and paint brushes and guitars…

Very rightly they said, “the pen is mightier than the sword”.
Who says students nowadays are not bothered – not concerned about what’s going on around them?

Dear state mechanism, you still need to figure out what lies in store for you!



How can it be my city?

Is it really my city?

Once I grew up, loving this city, immersing myself within it, thinking this is MY space.. a space for US citizens, for US students .. a space which I always knew to be our comfort zone (or maybe I should say ‘was’ our comfort zone).

The nooks and corners of the city has grown dark, the alleys quieter. It doesn’t anymore give that sense of security  that it once used to…
Kolkata.. what have they turned you into!

I can barely contain my angst, my disgust against those inhumans who molested that student within the university campus.. it is almost incredible that the university vice chancellor invited the police to lathi charge on the young mass of protesters in the dead of the night… I can hardly suppress my helplessness that I cannot be a part of the ongoing protests.. 

This is not my city.This can hardly be the city I grew up in…

Do they really think they can get away with it? Do they really believe that the students can’t unite and assert their demands? It’s high time they should reconsider this “small incident “. It only needs a minute spark to start a wildfire….

Tikona Fort – A Day’s Trek

A whole new facet of mountains and greenery… and I’m left to nurture that wild lust for travelling…

Western Ghats… its beauty lies in all its eye-soothing and soul-healing freshness . I just can’t take my eyes off it, especially when it gets soaked in the abundant rains. It’s fascinating; it makes me breathless with all its expanse… 

And atop one such hill lies Tikona, another remnant of Shivaji Maharaja’s conquests. The fort is in Maval district, near Lonavla, Maharashtra. The vast backwaters of Pavana dam can be seen in the distance. 


walking amid the greens


We started the walk from the base of the hill, walking along the ridge that led to Tikona on one hand, and its extension led to Tung fort on the other end. Post monsoon Western Ghats has its own charm, and that I recall over and over again…

The first entrance to the fort

The first entrance to the fort





The first gateway towards the fort seemed somewhat like a cave from the outside, covered all over with grass, moss and shrubs – almost camouflaged with the rest of the green vicinity. After crossing that small cave, we soon arrived at another gateway – this time strong stone steps leading the way with two stone-built pillars on each side, followed by Tulja Devi’s temple.


The Second Gateway


Devi Tulja's Temple

Devi Tulja’s Temple

Finally, the fort could be seen looming in the distance, once we arrived at a small stretch of green meadow.


The fort in a distance


The stairs…

The last lap towards the fort was literally breath taking. The steps were high, wet and slippery. There was a sturdy rope to fall back on, while walking upstairs.

And soon we arrived at the end of the flight of stairs. The wet, cold, stony black arch greeted us with a somber demeanor – the thickly-grown moss covering every nook, corner and creek.

The stony archway

The stony archway


Way towards Tung Fort, in the distance

 Atop the hill, there was a small courtyard sort of an area, which was surrounded by walls. And just beyond the walls, lay a whole stretch of green valleys and mountains…. 

There was a small Shiva temple on the extreme top of the hill. With the environment serene, the vicinity vast and green, the fort calm, I felt really small in its midst. We were greeted by different colourful insects and butterflies,who made our day, never to forget the damn mosquitoes, who tried to make the day a bit miserable for us. We descended after a while. Time seemed to fly past as we reached the base, and eventually headed back to Pune.

The Shiva Temple

The Shiva Temple 


A grinder on the way – Goodness knows who used to grind crops in that! It’s quite impossible for one person to lift the thing!

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