Enthralling Trails

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”   ―   Lao Tzu The main gate of our building opens on the Rajyog Marg, a narrow, long lane which leads to the main road on one end and towards Ravet , an upcoming locale to the other end. However, the road leading to Ravet is not yet set, it is a muddy path with gravel which has got hardened due to the sun’s heat and rainwater. The narrow road widens into a large expanse and encompasses a lowland where garbage is dumped, sorted and disseminated   to sellers. This area has a board of the Pimpri Chinchwad Municipal Corporation stuck in the ground signifying the negligence of the Muncipal Authorities. Once we traverse this area, we are in Ravet , which is full of life with a multitude of shopping arenas, bazaars, eateries, hospitals , Gym and aerobic classes, hardware and grocery shops. The well lit skyscrapers  incorporated with their own generator and transformers embrace the well

"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved." HELEN KELLER  “ Human ego respects a person of stature ” It said that a person of stature is respected, valued and the whole world is polite and kind. I wondered what stature here was. I understood that people do not respect any other human being for what the person is but they respect their position, their wealth, their beauty, their power and their achievements and accomplishments.   It suddenly reminded me of my drive to Subrata Roy Sahara Stadium. Subrata Roy Sahara Stadium is a newly built stadium which was inaugurated with the IPL games. We drove to the place searching for a property site which had commenced building a series of apartments on the sprawling grounds near the stadium.  The stadium is near to Mumbai Pune highway. The drive was a pleasant one on a winter afternoon.

Rohan looked tenderly at his distressed teacher and told her that he was not hungry. He said that he suffered from colitis and so he felt better when he did not eat. He did not have an appetite and suffered from nausea. His teacher gazed mystified at the behaviour. Rohan was compliant, bright, diligent and above all well mannered and courteous, an apple of the teacher’s eye. Rohan a fourteen years old  was lean and lanky. A healthy boy with a positive attitude .Adolescence is a period of rapid growth and when Rohan was indifferent to consumption of food, his teacher was apprehensive. She hastily skimmed through the dictionary as she was an economics teacher and words like colitis sounded Greek and Latin. Accordingly she understood that colitis was the inflammation and sores of the colon accompanied by bleeding and pus in the large intestine. She read that the specific cause was unheard of but could be caused due to emotional distress. It is caused in people with an abnorm

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness  when shared, is doubled.  There was just one pair of medium sized ladies leather slippers left. The hawker shrieked at the top of his voice soliciting people to buy it. I and my friend had reached the place wandering and now both of us wanted the pair. We asked the vendor for another pair. The vendor glimpsed at us and nodded in disapproval. The whole ground and the surrounding area in Neemuch was covered with young scouts and guides in the age group of 13 to 15. It was a State Rally for the scouts and guides. We belonged to K V Golconda No 1 situated in Hyderabad but all the scouts and guides from various Kendriya Vidyalayas at Hyderabad and Secunderabad were included in Mumbai region. From K V Golconda near about 10 students belonging to class ninth had been chosen to represent the State rally.  We belonged to different sections. I and my friend Rupa belonged to the C section. My mother never wanted me to be a part of

“Learning is an ornament in prosperity, a refuge in adversity, and a provision in old age.”   ―   Aristotle The Bank was an undersized one situated in a huge open place in the most picturesque surrounding. Across the road were a beautiful garden and an open restaurant. On one side was the Volkswagen showroom. This Bank is situated on the road leading to National Chemical Laboratory near Pashan. It was crammed with people. The employees across the counters were snatching a break to drink water to wet their parched throats as they answered and directed people. The guard was watching everyone cautiously and answering the queries put by the tired customers. My husband tugged me along though I was not very interested being there. I stood near the gateway hoping he would finish his work soon. He has taken up all these responsibilities hence I felt naive as I looked around the transactions going on. There were many notes of notice put up. One which caught my attention was a notice put