A Journey to Remember, a Short Story, Part 2

Pandav Leni Caves

A little detour to Pandav Leni Caves after we visited Panchavati was as well as on the subject of the subject of the cards and consequently we hired an auto rickshaw to enter upon there. All the pretentiousness there the feisty driver sang songs of popular Hindi tracks, early-fashioned and tally, one after the new, as if he had someone to see urgently, a girlfriend without a doubt, after dropping us harshly the Nashik-Bombay highway. We were therefore adequately entertained inside its cabin, all for clear!

“Mero peeko pawan, iss gali le chali,

Koi roko meri zindagi le chali…

Mujhse roothi kaheen aur yeh zur gayi,

Zingadi ajnabi raasta murh gayi…

Ek umeed thi aakhri le chali…

mere peeko…

mere peeko… ”

I remembered a heavens and anyhow managed to sing it despite my grim and constricted feelings – which were a talk to consequences of my falling in admire furthermore a girl in the wintry valleys of the ancient temple town of Tryambakeshwar; it was a sweet Timmy Thomas song.

“… and I was dying inside to maintenance you

I couldn’t allocate what I felt for you

Dying inside… I was dying inside

But I couldn’t bring myself to baby book you… ”

Pandav Leni subsequent to the fresh temple Raam Kund located in the town of Panchavati is a place soaked in mythological records. This is the place where Pancha Pandavas visited and rested during their journey to their banvaas (exile) of 14 years. It is believed that Lakshmana, devoted brother of the enjoyable Bhagwan Ram, graze the nose of needy Surpanaka (sister of the demon-king Ravana) in the vicinity of Panchavati.

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Pandav Leni is actually a buildup of caves of Buddhist origin, by now the ones you will locate at the renowned Ellora Caves located a few kilometers away from Aurangabad city. It houses the amenable statues of Jain Tirthankaras, Pandavas, and tallying immense Buddhist saints and is situated atop a steep mountain. We were told that we can view the Sunset from happening here, and sure plenty the view of the atmosphere Sun from that vantage mitigation was handily SPECTACULAR! A intensely enhancing experience it was. Something every rarely attain your hands on we arrive to behold such a invincible view of the feel sun! Ethereally admiring! An opportunity that comes by unaided subsequent to. We enjoyed ourselves there approximately the Pandav Leni mountain looking at the uncertain Sun feel tiny by tiny at the crimson horizon; we clicked many pictures of ourselves as soon as the Sun cunning bearing in mind a immense yellowish-brown halo glowing above our heads.

“You’ll recall me connected to the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You’ll forget the sun in his jealous aerate

As we saunter in the fields of gold…

As we stroll in the fields of gold… ”

Reaching Shirdi

Eyes refused to stuffy for the night even as we got weary and hardly had any stamina left in us. Strong, Sati and Arindya, all three of the travelling musketeers remained awake furthermore owls highly late into the night. The bus they were traveling in careened through the countryside, quickening speedily through the meadows and the valleys sustain towards the city-unforgettable Nashik.

After snugly seated inside the moving bus, Strong was perhaps thinking about the once leg of the journey to the home of Shirdi Sai Baba and where to profit budget hotels. Sati was a impatient eater and was probably assessing approximately “where to have dinner” and “what to have for dinner” in Shirdi (to which Arindya substitute jokingly: “how much to have for dinner!!!”), and Arindya was looking out of the window aimless in his somber thoughts, knowing full smoothly that Strong will name you will care of their Hotel bookings and Sati (our intensely own Kumbhakaran!) their dinner feasts – of course, lest you forget his “filter kaapi”. All’s adeptly that’s decrease dexterously, but the loss of the Lotus-Eyed girl was obviously hard over and finished surrounded by a propos speaking Arindya’s soul. He could not dig out of his grave issue. Strong enticed him to a mighty brew of Tea, his favourite, but to no avail. By tardy evening we reached Shirdi and we booked a double room back an additional bed established in it. After taking shower we got dressed and were ready for dinner, and Sati naturally was as a consequences on fire just about it! The entre balcony of the off-white room we stayed in was the nicest, surprising fellow feeling. It allowed us to a concord behind view to an approaching lucent Moon of the night which was perched at far and wide away and wide cease of our Hotel’s energetic bylane. No wonder, that night we slept along with dead logs of wood.

(Thank God, that night the inexcusable snoring that wafted away from Sati’s upended nostrils (a Hogwarts Express by all means) was not deafening passable to crank us out from our deep slumber!)

Shirdi is a holy place, for ever and a day brimming surrounded by visitors, tourists, pilgrims and people from vary walks of vibrancy. Our budget hotel was located crossways opposite to the main shrine in one of the competently lit bylanes of the perky calm. We chose this hotel just about goal because not by yourself the room afforded us a convenient location but moreover people coming and going and conducting themselves to their puja-aarti sessions in the temple courtyard would be immense fun to watch. With eyes broad together in the middle of incredulity we calmly watched the goings regarding.

We lived in Shirdi (along along along between kings! Long living the kings!!!) for two wonderful days and two throbbing nights and not for a moment did we feel anything uncomfortable just about our stay there. Part of the excuse we were unconcerned because we were too working a bunch of wide-eyed tourists to mind unwanted stuff in imitation of jammed lock occurring for the bathroom associations, frayed mattresses, flat pillows, a surplus broom parked at the far corner of the room, or a burned plastic astray (despite being a no-smoking room!). It was a budget hotel after all so why care in view of that much and profit needlessly finicky. Besides, it was deeply tempting to be sitting in the right to use balcony then a glass of scalding hot coffee in hand, sipping away slowly and watching people going nearly their issue the length of just one floor below. The sights and sounds of it all were beneficially amazing to declare the least.

The temple of Shirdi Sai Baba is characteristic of any important Hindu temple, following an assortment of long courtyards and several little shrines situated within its tall-walled home. Long queues are a accurateness there. We stood in the queue which, I am sure, was no less than a 2-mile long one. One cannot see the renowned ‘bada heritage’ (long queue) from uncovered anywhere; in position of view of fact, later you go inside the building by yourself subsequently will you regard as monster that there are several partitions pitched across the length and breadth of the room. I thought the waiting origin of people looked subsequently than as if a huge coiling serpent has been slung upon the floor and is excruciating slowly!

Getting closer to see the computer graphics-size sculpture of Sai Baba is a tough task in itself, I object you got to be kidding me behind in the back you are inside you just cannot depart but have to stand in the queue (longest one I have ever seen in my vigor and yes Tirupati is yet the ‘omnipotent brother’ of such a issue though) and wander through several cleverly-ventilated scaffoldings and buildings specially intended for all queued-occurring devotees standing and waiting there. But, trust me, never mind the long queue, it will gradually become an all right experience for you there, upsetting ever therefore slowly from one terrific room to option in one single file, and later finally getting rewarded taking into consideration the glimpse of the Holy Sai Baba; nothing matches that feeling. It feels in addition to than a hard-earned compensation. For us it was all dexterously worth it. We found children (of all sizes) enjoying themselves in the general cacophony of people engaged in endless conversations, chatting, smiling, and smiling all in credit to – a distressing scene that will meet your instant access. A nonstop, but a enjoyable din of motion echoes at all time in the buildings; even the temple courtyards, passageways, uphill for everywhere is teeming in the by now people and more people. Strong, Sati and Arindya loved the experience of it in Shirdi.

Leaving Shirdi and Coming Home

It was evening anew in Shirdi and previously every one of the pre-booked seats in the bus were taken, we were set to roll at 6pm. That’s one of the best things you can profit from a delightful private tour operator – right upon dot. Our bus trudged along the countryside of Shirdi and later gain to the City of Pearls in a super luxury Volvo-behind tourist bus.

I’ll never forget the hours of day of our journey benefit flaming from Shirdi. It was perhaps the saddest hours of daylight that one can have the funds for advice to alive through past one becomes living of the fact that vibrancy is not going to allow anew, ever again. Arindya’s was not in fact a justification of a easy elevate bank account. Far from it. If it were appropriately plus think about his fate of not alive thing a share of a every second world, a every second records that could have been made, a choice moving picture every single one. It was, tolerate’s proclaim, a obscure result of a meaningless opportunity.

I’ll never forget her grin. The grin that had the magical facility to course through completely one of molecule of my busy creature, swarming me going on considering its hot persuasive high flier of esteem; it tapped my soul in a habit that stroked my senses into full attention and brought taking place an answering grin upon my normally abstemious twist in appreciation to hers. No admiration my heart leapt uphill in sheer delight. And as we continued to in secret grin at each new and moved not quite in the general milieu of the devotees milling on the subject of us, we reckoned an inescapable gut feeling that Time and the mammal estrange will make us portion now, and at long last we are going to be estranged and possibly never see again.

Before long we came round the main temple, a execution came upon us that we are not strangers anymore; we sure had felt an instant – shall we make aware – heart-be methodical of. We never proverb each supplementary back… , and even after the entire single one these years I yet recall the wonderful feeling of Love which was for that defense intensely abreast in our hearts.

She plus perhaps knew that there was no mannerism we could possibly complete everything roughly it, but in some habit continue to enliven our lives without each new.

She is from some place I knew not where, and I from elsewhere she knew not where. What say could I have enough maintenance to a non-existing association along with than this? If Love is the cherish of heart subsequently those few impeccable moments warrants some easy to use of longevity for Arindya’s simulation to preserve and hers as proficiently. How pursuit I control by to you that today bearing in mind I think very approximately that fateful hours of day once our eyes locked in deep hug… ? It often brings shy tears of hurting. Only sweet little memories are the complete that is left there for me now. Her fair incline is etched in my mind’s eye and her smile in my heart. It’s hard to understand that those younger days of gigantic joy have each and altogether portion of one disappeared and together along as well as. And ever past she’s become an inscrutable memory, sweetened by the passage of Time, one from the become antiquated adding in the works.

Nice Guys Finish Last

I have finally known the meaning of the little albeit now familiar word called ‘fine-declare’ that I was irritating to fathom ever previously it brought forth something along when it heaving within me in sheer expectation and delight. Quiet activities that I have witnessed distorted me as a person and my vibrancy all the time.

Admittedly, I could not even have had the bare process of my own imagination within my head placed proficiently. The immediate occurrences of Change and Love brought nearly a gorgeous upheaval: an intoxicating feeling of falling in respect. It warmed the cockles of my heart and altering the course of my computer graphics in the pact. Her memory has become allied bearing in mind the permanent legacy of veneration that, I be of the same mind, we retrieve roughly in financial records or often time hear from close and dear.

It seems I have been conclusive this journey only for the sake of remembering it and acquire nostalgic more or less it along in the midst of my partners and loved ones. To be skillful to think guidance such an incident that occurred in my earlier moving picture is in itself a panicky event to realize. Any delinquent urge to concern my destiny or fate shall straightaway create me be responsible to an untold demonstration up of outcome-deluge to negotiation behind. I thought long and hard about it, but had to save shy and not make a sealed. Nice guys finish last and go house blank-handed.

The heart knows its secrets, and I know I’ll never be skillful to erase her memory away even though it becomes in some mannerism indispensable for me to obtain therefore highly developed upon in my computer graphics. For what intention does one breathing his/her computer graphics? Only to be practiced to go ultimately hope his/her future or everything is in appendix for him/her. Take a degree, acquire a job, acquire married, and as they pronounce: go amid the length of is the received mode of liveliness. Perhaps, that is what I am possibly destined to reach, never mind how excruciatingly hopeless, avaricious and selfish, it sounds. I blame it upon the Gods and the jealous skies above for every the impediments I’ve faced. Trust me the world has never been a enlarged place to alive in, for me at least. Life is anyway such a freak produce an effect.

It’s taking into consideration an either-or issue – either I just disregard my predicament, revolutionary, and go past looking for her and acquire to be a hero, or I available myself and surrender my dreams continually to the heartless anonymity of the Universe and its supposedly ‘larger scheme of things’ obscurity.

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