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Day 3 - Rishikesh

The weather looked gloomy with an overcast sky as we woke up. We had breakfast at the hotel and decided to visit Rishikesh today. Again we headed back the way we came yesterday and after crossing Rajaji National Park the road divides and one goes towards to Dehradun and one to Rishikesh. The drive was pleasant, as we opted Laxman  Jhula as our destination google map smartly took us via highway bypassing the main city.But at the end the roads started to get narrower lucky for us we found a parking lot packed yet as we early risers ;)
The weather was little cold compared to the planes of Dehradun with lots of breeze coming from Ganga. We walked to Laxman Jhula to cross it. Oh boy! We have no idea what local authority allows two-wheelers, cycle to cross the hanging bridge which is meant for a pedestrian. And top of it you even have some cows standing in the middle.
I am sure the people coming all the from abroad to Rishikesh for peace, meditation and self-purity do get a complete shock wi…

Chod Aaye Hum Woh Galiyan


This is our 4th move in last eight years. It was a different protocol each time. Today I am lost in a mysterious maze of chasing thoughts; want to pin them down and seal them in jars before they disappear leaving behind nothing but an empty spot. I came to Tata Sherwood when my son was 5 months old and today he is almost 3 yrs old. In this time span I met so many people. I had a great time here. With few I was really close and with rest others I shared so much so that we have amicable relationship to talk on any topic without restricting myself to any specific age group or any particular culture.
I remember when we moved to this apartment Santanu said while strolling in the pavement one evening you are not social person you need to reach out to people rather sitting at home. And now he says you better stay here with your friends; me-Aarush will move to Hebbal. As with blatant nostalgia and sentimental heated arguments along with lots of ifs and buts I was given option of selling this property but to which I didn't agree with the thought that some day maybe it will get appraisal. It is said "home is where the heart is" and for me my heart is at Sherwood still with my friends I made in these bygone years.
It took me long to make up my mind finally for the move. Strange right...to hear this where people don't want to move to their own apartment. Well,You heard it right. Here,medium of meeting people was through Aarush. At times I use to arrange small snack party or pot-luck or dinner....I won't say party rather get-together. It was more of an attempt to meet working -non working mothers. Every time there was addition of 1 or 2 new face. Although at times there were friends with whom views didn't match in certain topics but still we kept meeting each other. I learnt a lot at same time subconsciously or otherwise about human behavior etc.
In turn I can't say whether it was burden to them or not but they also use to invite me be at religious purpose like haldi-kumkum or may be similar evening snacks party. One of the major get together use to be birthday parties of kids. Almost every month we had at least one party. This parties gave opportunity to kids to wait for their return gift even before giving the birthday gift as well cake cutting with lots of enthu.
Well, at end I love the irony of my combined housewarming and my move get -together with friends in 2-3 sets where I gave them token of my remembrance to every one I knew and meeting them for one last time while staying in that same community. As it was not possible for me to go to each and everyones place for dinner or lunch.
My sincere special thanks to Kalpana, Kanchan, Pragati, Harshu and Anita lastly but not least Neeti who despite of their busy schedule arranged an awesome dinner. Nevertheless to all my known acquaintances I will never forget you and keep coming to Sherwood whether you guys come to visit me in my new place or not.

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