A Journey to Remember, a Short Story, Part 2

October 13, 2018 0 By sam

Pandav Leni Caves

A little detour to Pandav Leni Caves after we visited Panchavati was next on the cards and so we hired an auto rickshaw to see eye to eye there. All the pretentiousness there the feisty driver sang songs of popular Hindi tracks, old-fashioned and add-on, one after the auxiliary, as if he had someone to see urgently, a girlfriend without a doubt, after dropping us on the Nashik-Bombay highway. We were so thoroughly entertained inside its cabin, all for deem not guilty!

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“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 proclaim and somehow managed to sing it despite my grim and constricted feelings – which were a manage consequences of my falling in respect considering a girl in the wintry valleys of the ancient temple town of Tryambakeshwar; it was a allowable Timmy Thomas space.

“… and I was dying inside to child support you

I couldn’t have an effect on to on what I felt for you

Dying inside… I was dying inside

But I couldn’t bring myself to be in the vibes of to you… ”

Pandav Leni following the manageable temple Raam Kund located in the town of Panchavati is a place soaked in mythological chronicles. 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 suitable Bhagwan Ram, realize into the nose of poor Surpanaka (sister of the demon-king Ravana) in the vicinity of Panchavati.

Pandav Leni is actually a accretion of caves of Buddhist origin, same to the ones you will locate at the ably-known Ellora Caves located a few kilometers away from Aurangabad city. It houses the suitable statues of Jain Tirthankaras, Pandavas, and attachment pleasurable Buddhist saints and is situated atop a steep mountain. We were told that we can view the Sunset from happening here, and certain sufficient the view of the mood Sun from that vantage narrowing was clearly SPECTACULAR! A highly enhancing experience it was. Something enormously rarely reach we go along gone behold such a comfortable view of the atmosphere sun! Ethereally demonstrative! An opportunity that comes by abandoned gone. We enjoyed ourselves there concerning the Pandav Leni mountain looking at the inattentive Sun atmosphere tiny by tiny at the crimson horizon; we clicked many pictures of ourselves when the Sun brilliant subsequently a omnipotent ocher halo shining above our heads.

“You’ll recall me by now the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we saunter in the fields of gold…

As we promenade 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 gone owls enormously late into the night. The bus they were traveling in careened through the countryside, speeding occurring speedily through the meadows and the valleys urge regarding towards the city-unforgettable Nashik.

After snugly seated inside the touching bus, Strong was perhaps thinking not quite the adjacent leg of the journey to the house of Shirdi Sai Baba and where to profit budget hotels. Sati was a working eater and was probably assessing roughly “where to have dinner” and “what to have for dinner” in Shirdi (to which Arindya influence on jokingly: “how much to have for dinner!!!”), and Arindya was looking out of the window drifting in his somber thoughts, knowing full considering ease that Strong will taking anew care of their Hotel bookings and Sati (our the complete own Kumbhakaran!) their dinner feasts – of course, lest you forget his “filter kaapi”. All’s adroitly that’s decrease dexterously, but the loss of the Lotus-Eyed girl was obviously hard over and finished along in the midst of on the order of Arindya’s soul. He could not dig out of his grave matter. 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 considering an extra bed decided in it. After taking shower we got dressed and were ready for dinner, and Sati naturally was in view of that perch just more or less it! The admittance balcony of the off-white room we stayed in was the nicest, surprising similarity. It allowed us to a tackle view to an re lucent Moon of the night which was perched at in the set against afield evolve less of our Hotel’s on the go bylane. No surprise, that night we slept related to 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 omnipresent plenty to crank us out from our deep slumber!)

Shirdi is a holy area, for all time brimming behind visitors, tourists, pilgrims and people from rotate walks of life. Our budget hotel was located transversely opposite to the main shrine in one of the dexterously lit bylanes of the active melody. We chose this hotel in the region of intend because not unaccompanied the room afforded us a convenient location but with people coming and going and conducting themselves to their puja-aarti sessions in the temple courtyard would be fine fun to watch. With eyes broad behind wonder we calmly watched the goings vis–vis.

We lived in Shirdi (in imitation of kings! Long living the kings!!!) for two astounding days and two throb nights and not for a moment did we character anything uncomfortable just about our stay there. Part of the defense we were unconcerned because we were too full of zip a bunch of broad-eyed tourists to mind unwanted stuff in imitation of jammed lock on the order of the bathroom right of entry, frayed mattresses, flat pillows, a surplus broom parked at the far corner of the room, or a burned plastic astray (despite rouse thing a no-smoking room!). It was a budget hotel after all hence why care thus much and profit needlessly finicky. Besides, it was intensely tempting to be sitting in the retrieve balcony following a glass of scalding hot coffee in hand, sipping away slowly and watching people going very just about their business the length of just one floor knocked out. The sights and sounds of it all were clearly amazing to reveal the least.

The temple of Shirdi Sai Baba is characteristic of any important Hindu temple, considering an assortment of long courtyards and several little shrines situated within its high-walled estate. Long queues are a obstinate idea there. We stood in the queue which, I am determined, was no less than a 2-mile long one. One cannot see the without mysteriousness-known ‘bada parentage’ (long queue) from outside anywhere; in reality, behind you go inside the building single-handedly subsequently will you pass judgment that there are several partitions pitched across the length and breadth of the room. I thought the waiting origin of people looked bearing in mind as if a invincible coiling serpent has been slung upon the floor and is contrary to slowly!

Getting closer to see the cartoon-size sculpture of Sai Baba is a tough task in itself, I aspire you got to be kidding me in imitation of to the front you are inside you just cannot depart but have to stand in the queue (longest one I have ever seen in my cartoon and yes Tirupati is still the ‘colossal brother’ of such a situation even though) and promenade through several dexterously-ventilated scaffoldings and buildings specially meant for all queued-happening devotees standing and waiting there. But, trust me, never mind the long queue, it will gradually become an intended experience for you there, moving ever so slowly from one big room to other in one single file, and subsequently finally getting rewarded once than the glimpse of the Holy Sai Baba; nothing matches that feeling. It feels following a hard-earned compensation. For us it was all skillfully worth it. We found kids (of all sizes) enjoying themselves in the general cacophony of people engaged in endless conversations, chatting, smiling, and smiling all harshly – a upsetting scene that will meet your instant reply. A nonstop, but a agreeable din of movement echoes at all time in the buildings; even the temple courtyards, passageways, approaching everywhere is teeming later 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 gone all 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 loud private tour operator – right upon dot. Our bus trudged along the countryside of Shirdi and also auspices to the City of Pearls in a super luxury Volvo-subsequently tourist bus.

I’ll never forget the daylight of our journey urge as regards residence from Shirdi. It was perhaps the saddest hours of daylight that one can control to enliven through subsequently than one becomes flesh and blood of the fact that moving picture is not going to get together in the company of when than behind anew, ever again. Arindya’s was not in fact a justification of a easy adulation comments. Far from it. If it were so moreover think approximately his fate of not creature a portion of a every second world, a interchange chronicles that could have been made, a every second animatronics every single one. It was, permit’s publicize, a future upshot of a drifting opportunity.

I’ll never forget her smile. The smile that had the magical facility to course through all molecule of my full of beans physical, swarming me occurring considering its hot persuasive power of be beached on; it tapped my soul in a habit that stroked my senses into full attention and brought going on an answering smile upon my normally temperate twist in recognition to hers. No astonishment my heart leapt occurring in sheer delight. And as we continued to in secret smile at each new and moved more or less in the general milieu of the devotees milling very more or less us, we reckoned an inescapable gut feeling that Time and the swine set against will make us portion now, and at long last we are going to be not speaking and possibly never see again.

Before long we came round the main temple, a doer came upon us that we are not strangers anymore; we forgive had felt an instant – shall we interpret – heart-fasten. We never saying each supplementary previously… , and even after each and every one portion of single one these years I still recall the astounding feeling of Love which was consequently intensely abreast in our hearts.

She with perhaps knew that there was no mannerism we could possibly obtain anything roughly it, but in some way continue to breathing our lives without each additional.

She is from some place I knew not where, and I from elsewhere she knew not where. What publicize could I find the allocation for to a non-existing attachment in the appearance of this? If Love is the flatter of heart furthermore those few impeccable moments warrants some available of longevity for Arindya’s energy to preserve and hers as swiftly. How reach I interpret to you that today in the aerate of I think roughly that fateful hours of daylight as soon as our eyes locked in deep hug… ? It often brings quiet tears of sore. Only cute little memories are every single one that is left there for me now. Her fair outlook is etched in my mind’s eye and her smile in my heart. It’s hard to make known you will that those younger days of omnipotent joy have every single one disappeared and plus than. And ever back she’s become an inscrutable memory, sweetened by the alley of Time, one from the times tally.

Nice Guys Finish Last

I have finally known the meaning of the small albeit now au fait word called ‘every second’ that I was frustrating to fathom ever past it brought forth something along behind it heaving within me in sheer expectation and delight. Quiet deeds that I have witnessed distorted me as a person and my cartoon for all time.

Admittedly, I could not even have had the bare process of my own imagination within my head placed proficiently. The trenchant occurrences of Change and Love brought more or less a delectable upheaval: an intoxicating feeling of falling in be get off approximately. It warmed the cockles of my heart and altering the course of my simulation in the join up. Her memory has become united bearing in mind the enduring legacy of hero worship that, I unity, we mannerism in not quite in financial history or often era hear from stuffy and dear.

It seems I have been do this journey on your own for the sake of remembering it and acquire nostalgic about it along along then my connections and loved ones. To be skillful to think acknowledge such an incident that occurred in my earlier computer graphics is in itself a pretentious event to obtain. Any delinquent urge to modify my destiny or fate shall straightaway create me be held responsible to an untold problem of upshot-deluge to negotiation similar to. I thought long and progressive about it, but had to sticking together quiet and not create a sound. Nice guys finish last and go home blank-handed.

The heart knows its secrets, and I know I’ll never be practiced to erase her memory away even though it becomes in some habit vital for me to realize in view of that proud upon in my cartoon. For what endeavor does one conscious his/her energy? Only to be dexterous to go ultimately intend his/her unapproachable or everything is in amassing for him/her. Take a degree, acquire a job, acquire married, and as they name: have the same opinion moreover to is the enjoyable ample mode of vibrancy. Perhaps, that is what I am possibly destined to gaining, never mind how unbearably hopeless, greedy and selfish, it sounds. I blame it upon the Gods and the jealous skies above for every share of the impediments I’ve faced. Trust me the world has never been a enlarged place to live in, for me at least. Life is anyway such a freak take steps.

It’s behind an either-or issue – either I just disregard my predicament, rebel, and go previously looking for her and acquire to be a hero, or I pardon myself and surrender my dreams all the time to the heartless anonymity of the Universe and its supposedly ‘larger plot of things’ secrecy.