Each day is born with a sunrise
And ends in a sunset ,the same way ,
we open our eyes to see the light ,
And close them to hear the dark,
You have no control over,
How your story begins or ends,
But by now , you should know that,
All things have an ending ,
Every spark returns to darkness
,Every sound returns to silence !
Memories are what ? It is a jumble of of images ,all fusing with each other forming a kaleidoscope, but how to descipline it ,as it runs amok on slightest of loosening of grip .The only way I find of disciplining this free flowing current of memoirs meandering as a serpentine way stationed on some tangible places of two to three years, as I had this opportunity during Papa's postings .
During my stay at Siwan ,I always looked forward of going to Patna & waited patiently to board on steamer to cross the river Ganges .It was a paradise for me to see the vast expanse of water ,hide & seek of sun with clouds in the sky ,standing on the deck of the river, it made me transfixed . Oh ! what a changing scenarios of nature & on the bank of river or midway group of country boats big or small or lone country boat, all plying with boatman holding bamboos as rudder .In between on the placid flow of Ganges some venturous carracks were also visible with booms,perhaps making long voyage of forty or fifty miles ferrying the goods . But in setting sun, the images of red ,vibrating rays made it a molten lava or gold on the surface of water !Some time it was molten gold ,sometime it was silver !
The odyssey of nature ,placid water of tiny waves, dozing of co-passengers brought some monotony also as the loafing eyes search for some new 'tamasha' on the deck of steamer
I waited with eagerness when Papa herds me to food stall where I can munch egg omelette as to have snacks on a steamer in mid water of river was a luxury & today I think over it it was unforgettable .
Still , Iam not able to judge , whether the savoring of omlette on the steamer in the river Ganges or the nature's changing hues inthe backdrop of marshy land & water or going to Patna & meeting bosam pals ,enjoying the gaiety of childhod ,pampering of grand Pa, I don't know which is the priority !
Still कोई लौटा दे मेरे बीते हुए दिन
Continued........
Continued ........
And ends in a sunset ,the same way ,
we open our eyes to see the light ,
And close them to hear the dark,
You have no control over,
How your story begins or ends,
But by now , you should know that,
All things have an ending ,
Every spark returns to darkness
,Every sound returns to silence !
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| Sunrise in Ganges |
During my stay at Siwan ,I always looked forward of going to Patna & waited patiently to board on steamer to cross the river Ganges .It was a paradise for me to see the vast expanse of water ,hide & seek of sun with clouds in the sky ,standing on the deck of the river, it made me transfixed . Oh ! what a changing scenarios of nature & on the bank of river or midway group of country boats big or small or lone country boat, all plying with boatman holding bamboos as rudder .In between on the placid flow of Ganges some venturous carracks were also visible with booms,perhaps making long voyage of forty or fifty miles ferrying the goods . But in setting sun, the images of red ,vibrating rays made it a molten lava or gold on the surface of water !Some time it was molten gold ,sometime it was silver !
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| Setting sun |
I waited with eagerness when Papa herds me to food stall where I can munch egg omelette as to have snacks on a steamer in mid water of river was a luxury & today I think over it it was unforgettable .
 |
| egg omelet |
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| Food stall |
Still , Iam not able to judge , whether the savoring of omlette on the steamer in the river Ganges or the nature's changing hues inthe backdrop of marshy land & water or going to Patna & meeting bosam pals ,enjoying the gaiety of childhod ,pampering of grand Pa, I don't know which is the priority !
Still कोई लौटा दे मेरे बीते हुए दिन
Continued........
Continued ........
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