Mixed bag: memories of people known and felt

It was a strange kind of day yesterday. One that made me wade through a multitude of emotions and yet when I went to sleep I felt kind of peaceful. Waking up today was a feeling of something overcome, a hurdle crossed. Had I seen any obstacle? I’m not sure. Maybe there was. One in the subconscious? Whatever it was today felt like a new day.

Yesterday was Easter and it brought back memories of the time I studied in a missionary school. Easter Eggs and Enid Blyton were the mainstays of a life back then. Simple and straightforward.

Yesterday was also the 2272nd birthday of Rome. Rome, la citta eterna, my second home. A country I love almost a much as I do my own for the experiences it has brought me. For the warmth with which it has embraced me. For the love and security it has showered me with. (Rome was founded in the BC!! and is still so alive).

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Yesterday was also the death anniversary of my father. Seventeen years ago my life had taken a turn when the parent who gave me life lost his fight with his own almost in my lap.  I can now think of him without a numb pain and yet I feel that deep hollow ache in the bottom of my heart . Together with replaying that one night was also a deepened sense of loss: a year that my brother passed on to another world. I miss him more than I do my Dad. Is that wrong? I feel him more than I do my Dad? Is that wrong?

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Yesterday I also happened to visit an exhibition on the life of Anne Frank being held at the India International Centre, New Delhi in collaboration with the Embassy of Israel and Embassy of Netherlands. Anne Frank: my heroine of my growing up years. I must have read and re read and read over and over again the diary that she kept. It had made me realise the importance of communication, the ways a diary could be a friend, how one could be happy with one’s own self; and how one could make the most out of a difficult situation. Difficult? Hers was hopeless. And yet her writings spark of positivity.

I remember the time I first visited the Anne Frank Haus in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. It was the year 1990 and I was but a young girl all of 25. I had tiptoed through the home-now-a-museum in tribute, in homage to a brave young girl. When I walked behind the bookcase which hid the Annexe where the Frank family had remained in hiding; when I climbed up the stairs to that dark, desolate, windowless room it was like reliving Anne’s words. I could feel each of them pounding loudly in my head.

Which is also what I felt yesterday as I made my way through the exhibition. I wonder why exhibitions come and go but are hardly accorded any publicity. This was one which should have had scores of people queuing up to read the accounts and see the photographs. And yet, I was the only one in this large hall on the second floor, in an impersonal room reliving a childhood that never grew up; and reliving mine which is now hovering somewhere on the brink between middle age and old age.

So what made me so at peace by the end of the day? Could it be that I had gone through such a whirlwind of emotions that I could feel no more? Could it be that my love for Rome (and Italy) surpassed all the sadness? Could it be that reliving a childhood brought back so many happy memories that that joy brushed aside the misgivings of an older life? Or could be that once home, by myself, I watched the fag end of the film, “The Fault in our Stars“. Serendipity that as I switched on the television I began watching the film from the time the young couple arrive in Amsterdam to meet an author and end up at Anne Frank Haus. The film, sad as it is, again is one laced liberally with hope and positivity. The last lines struck me : ” You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world ; but you do have some say in who hurts you”.

I like my choices.

 

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Age in reverse!

Have you seen the the film, “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”?

I happened to catch it on television a couple of days ago. An interesting portrayal of a man who is a born old and then goes through life in an age reversing process. At the end, when he dies, he is 84 years old with senility and dementia; but the physical form of a baby. he dies in the arms of his once wife, who is now old as well but returns to take care of him. Sensitive portrayals by Cate Blanchett and Brad Pitt.

But how the mind wanders! It never stays still.

The film led me to think of my mother. Who turned 92 years of age earlier this year. Who is feisty, enthusiastic , passionate, wants to experience new things every day ; but, is fighting a losing battle with energy and strength. I read a story to her every day as one would, to a child. I cook her favourite goodies and love that gleam in her eyes when she almost wolfs it down lest it be taken away. I have tears in my eyes when I say, ” Mamma , let’s talk” and she sits up straight happily and says, “Haan bolo”. She can listen but she doesn’t have much to say.

I look at her and search for the mother who brought me up. Where has she gone? Withered away.

I send up a silent prayer to God for keeping her healthy and for giving me another day with her. With it, comes this thought which sends a shiver down my spine: that actually each day with her is one day less with her!

 

 

 

 

 

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I am back!

It has been a difficult last two years. I don’t even wish to look at dates but I think my last post here was more than two years ago!

Trying times don’t last but ‘tried and tested’ people do 🙂 I hope I’m back for a long long time.

I feel the urge to write and so I will. No likes, no followers, no nothing : yet the pen will move; the mind will articulate; the heart will feel.

See you very soon !

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Gandhi and Sabarmati Ashram

Sabarmati Ashram is a pilgrimage. No visit to Ahmedabad can be complete without spending at least a few hours in the Ashram.

When I lived in Ahmedabad, way back in the 90s, very often I would find myself at this sacred place on the banks of the Sabarmati. I could feel an energy indescribable sitting on the steps of Hridaya Kunj, the Mahatma’s cottage. Scenes of history would begin to unfold before me and I could hear the voices within and without moving us towards freedom.

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Hearing the history of the Hridaya Kunj

Work necessitated a transfer towards North India and it was not until January, 2016 that I found myself again in Ahmedabad. We were there just for the day but the short stop had to begin at the Ashram.

The Ashram, since I had seen it last, had seen a complete makeover. For one, the premises were under better maintenance. The Sangrahalaya or the Museum had been revamped. The Museum shop was better equipped. Last but not the least, the Sabarmati waterfront was akin to a promenade with lights and boat rides.

Did that take away from the power the Ashram exudes? No! Despite crowds and visitors it was easy to find a corner to disappear into and feel the presence of those who had walked these grounds. Sitting at the charkha and the table of the Mahatma was a moment which has to be felt.

 

My most special memory, however, will always be of standing at the Prayer Ground just past the Hridaya Kunj. This is the spot from where the Dandi March had begun on March 12, 1930. This is the place where Gandhi used to meet with people and address their issues and questions.

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Today, on the 147th birth anniversary of the Father of our Nation, I wish all my readers to find a life which is joyful, peaceful and meaningful.

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Spiti – a road trip of a lifetime

It is exactly two months today since I left for a road trip through Spiti but I already want to go back! Is it soon, I ask myself? And then I realize, deep down, I never wanted to return. But since that was not possible, I left a large part of me there. That way, in search of that, I will always find ways of going back.

I have had the luxury of being a world traveller since the last 35 years. No place would touch me the way Ladakh did in India, and Kenya, from amongst the ones abroad. Or so I thought. Till I felt Spiti.

Spiti is remote. Spiti is harsh. Spiti is stark. Spiti is beautiful. Spiti is magic. It tears your heart out, it wrenches your gut, it makes you cry but always leaves you wanting for more!

Its beauty has a vibe which reduces you to tears; there is an aura and a peace to the prevailing quietitude. I have never felt closer to the powers that look down upon us, and to myself, as I did in Spiti.

Spiti called out for some moments only with self and I am happy I succumbed to that charm.

Spiti and the road trip was all I had ever imagined it to be! It must be after years quite literally that I was on holiday without any family member and in a group where I knew no one. The anonymity that comes on such a journey is liberating. Everything happens at a particular time for a particular reason. My world came together in Spiti.

Do visit this valley to learn how to slow down, how to live, how to embrace beauty, how to connect with yourself.

I need to distance myself a little to be able to write about this trip of a lifetime. Till then, I leave you with a few images.

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Chasing the monsoons in Rajasthan

Rajasthan in August? You must be mad, exclaimed my friend and favorite travelling companion.“Rajasthan is a desert. Don’t you know your geography? A desert gets practically no rain and here you are contemplating a trip in mid-August?

Well, plan and I did and am I glad I did! Four beautiful days chasing the monsoon and romancing the stone. The lakes were full to the brim, water was almost at road level, happy waves bounced up and down, trees swayed happily, their leaves shone, the countryside was lush and verdant, the Aravallis were in ‘bloom’ as it were and everyone around looked happy. It was almost fairy-tale!

Yes, this is Rajasthan I am talking of. We are so used to Rajasthan being synonymous with the desert that think Rajasthan and think blistering heat, scorching sun and yellow sand. We forget that Rajasthan has many regions. A Jaisalmer-Barmer will be desert but an Udaipur-Kumbhalgarh is not!

Udaipur and Kumbhalgarh were balmy at 24 degrees Celsius and the mist added to the mood. Presenting a photo-essay on how lush our desert-state can be after a good monsoon.

Do plan a visit. The rains are still not over!

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Tijara Fort Palace – the drive and the experience

I finally made it up that slope.

At one point I felt I possibly had no energy and that everyone would have to disembark and even then my engine would not revv up enough to make it till the top. It is only about a km from the village road to the top of the hill where stands tall the Tijara Fort. I was keen to come to a rest, as were the passengers sitting inside. I had gone all hot and bothered as am sure were they because of the smoke that was beginning to emanate from my nethers. The person behind the wheel braked, let me slide back a few metres, asked everyone in a monotone to buckle up and then stepped on the gas.

The caretaker of Tijara was looking down awaiting the new guests. Why on earth was he not coming down to help push me up? I hope it is suggested to Tijara Fort Palace management that they should make the road or else have a car park down below and escort guests up in jeep or an SUV. Poor me! Did anyone spare a thought for me? I was hot from inside and all dusty from the outside. But they parked me, disembarked, a very liveried-in-medieval-dress turbaned person came up to take the luggage and that was it!

The entrance of the Fort Palace is grand like all hill forts in Rajasthan. There are a dozen steps and a ramp (possibly used by horses or elephants) up to the Reception. That was the last I saw of my passengers as they disappeared. However, I found them all happy and satisfied on the return journey so I take it the weekend getaway was worth it.

As I was driven down the hill 2 days later, much more easily, and disappeared into the jowar fields, this is what I heard them say:

The drive: It is a 2.5 hours drive from the city of Gurgaon. Most of the road upto Dharuhera is good as you are on NH8. You then branch off towards Bhiwadi where too the drive is reasonably ok. Closer to Tijara the road disappears (though you are still on a State highway!). However, as happens in Haryana and Rajasthan, most of the villages come onto the roads so you are driving on a highway through an inhabited area which has potholes or speed-breakers which not only break your speed but can hurt the car if the clearance is low. Don’t ask me how many times I got scraped!

The destination: The Tijara Fort Palace is the newest addition to the Neemrana group of unhotel-hotels. It stands high on a Hill (the story of which you have already read!). The Fort palace is spread over extensive grounds and very well-laid out gardens. The main building is Hawa Mahal where you check in and where you find the sunset lounge and the Alwar lounge; the former for magnificent views and sumptuous tea; the latter in case you wish to watch some TV. ( the only place in the entire property which has a TV set and a few games like chess and carrom strewn about).

You descend a few steps or walk around on the ramparts and the periphery. From every vantage point looking through the arches you will be greeted by an oasis of palm trees. Across some gardens and you reach the pavilion which is the center of the grounds and the designated dining area.

A few more levels down and you reach the 4 storeyed Rani Mahal which is part of the original Fort and is now refurbished. Boasting 21 rooms over three floors and a huge suite on the 4th, Rani Mahal has nooks and corners, jharokhas, arches, turrets and incredibly beautiful sitouts. One turret has been left untouched while the three others have been converted into rooms. The rooms or Mahals as they are called, are named after leading Indian women painters. Their paintings, in original, adorn the walls and the room décor matches the colour scheme elegantly.

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Entering the Rani Mahal

The experience: We stayed in one of the turrets, Anupam Mahal, and it was a delight to be in an octagonal room with so many windows and an almost 360 degrees view of the countryside. Our other group members stayed in Nilima Mahal which has paintings by the famous Baroda-based artiste Nilima Sheikh. Most of the rooms were sold out but we did get to see the Vivan-Amrita suite, the Pushpmala Mahal, the Nayanaa Mahal and the Jaishree Mahal between checkouts and subsequent checkins.

 

A third area, the Mardana Mahal, is under construction. Rooms here will be designed by male Indian artistes. It promises to be sheer splendor and knowing what is in store, you do not mind part of the property looking like a construction site. If fact it adds to the ‘history in the making’.

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Looking from the Mardana Mahal and construction site towards the Rani Mahal

Note: There is no room service . The property does not have a bar license yet so the starry nights can well and truly be observed and enjoyed, without the proverbial glass in hand. 🙂 There is also no wi-fi in the rooms ensuring that you detox and disconnect from urban trappings.

The staff is courteous and pleasant. Given that they have a lot of ground to cover service may be slow at times. The food is ok. And you might as well enjoy it as there are no other options in the vicinity! Here I must add that I wish the buffet served some Rajasthani food and not chholey and paneer and bhindi masala!

The swimming pool is a nice area to relax. The pool is big but be careful as it has a built in Jacuzzi in one corner and many steps which you may miss. If swimming lengths it is advisable to do so in the centre of the pool! At the time of writing this post the changing rooms were still under construction.

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The swimming pool area

Tijara Fort Palace is your ideal weekend getaway to unwind, to watch the countryside, to curl up and read a book and pretend to be royalty from yesteryear. Like all Neemrana properties there is nothing to ‘do’ at the hotel but isn’t that is the reason you escape to such places? To do nothing and continue doing nothing whilst the mind and body energise and refresh.

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A panoramic view of the property

 

A request to visitors: Respect the sanctity of the place and the privacy of other guests. It would be nice if Honey Yo Yo Singh’s music is not played on a loud speaker in public areas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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