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  • raajashok 9:56 am on January 3, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blogpost, Genx, Google, , , Life, Nepal, , Resilient,   

    The little treasure that is always there but we miss yet when we find it, fills us with immense satisfaction and renewed belief in what we call the ‘life’ 

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    Probably my blog content may not be as big as the title itself.

    Or maybe it will be…

    resilient  I had always wanted to be resilient but I always felt shattered with tiny ravages that happened. When I bounced back, or thought I did, something of me was missing.

    A bit of trust, a bit of joy, a bit of enthusiasm, a bit of child, a bit of girl, a bit of youth, a bit of motherhood, a bit of love, a bit of innocence, a bit of hearty laughter, a bit of adventure, a bit of many things…which we never knew we had in us. But when it goes away, we feel it.

    While the Gen X is credited or discredited with a lack of passion or old fashioned love, I find their resilience a great pillar of strength that they can lean on quite comfortably.

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    Many years ago, when I was playing with my friends in a gay abandon near the garden by our house in the tiny beautiful hamlet of Palakkad in Kerala, we decided to create a secret history by carving our names in the bark of the tree, in the inner innards of the mighty tree. We could then carve just our initials. J, R and M

    Many years later, 30 to be precise, I went again to my old pad, which now had new tenants. But the tree was still there. resilient as I had wanted it to be. Surviving a world of storms, rains,  thunderstorms and tree-cutting!

    Did I imagine the tree or did the tree whoosh an extra serving of breeze! Can’t say but i searched the innards of the tree with much difficulty, since my frame had grown bigger. And there it was, the J, R and M! It touched instantly the day in circa 1982!

    Then on that day when we carved our initials, we thought it was a historical day. I don’t know where J and M are now. I don’t know if, they too like me, had come and paid a visit to our historical monument (of a tree). I don’t even know if they remember me or the day like I do so well!

    Memories like this – do they make you lose that tiny portion of resilience in you or fill you with more?!!!

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    • jmacindoe 4:30 am on January 4, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Lovely story and photos. Thanks for sharing!

      • raajashok 7:38 am on January 4, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        thank you for stopping by…:)

  • raajashok 11:05 am on August 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Durbar Square, Himalayas, Kathmandu, Nagarkot, Nepal, om mani padme hum, Pokhran   

    Admire I do – Nepal 

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    From the time we boarded the flight till we landed in Kathmandu, there was only one thing in our mind – the snow-capped peaks of Himalayas (actually what was in our mind was a selfie with that backdrop).

    The Tribhovandas airport, for the amount of international tourists it handles, is surprisingly small. Add to it the local population returning to homeland from mainly the Persian Gulf countries. We literally had to trudge on the baggages, jump and manouvre to get  towards the exit.

    Outside, it did not look any different from any Indian city. The hotel nestled in the heart of the capital oozed class and looked like the Pandavas palace of the yore.

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    We went to Durbar Square and were amazed to see the riot of colours that abound this place. The flea market that sells an array of artefacts like wall hangings, wooden wares and bangles and necklaces is a sheer feast to your  eyes. There are good number of monks too thrown in. The serious monks walk away from the crowd and into some obscure doors, while the less serious ones, urge you to take a photo with them; And then they ask for money!

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    Early morning is a good time to go to Nagarkot – a quaint village away from the din and dust of the capital Kathmandu. There is a vantage point if you locate the steps hidden behind the trees. From here you can get a lovely view of the whole village and the snow-capped peaks. The key to sight-seeing is getting a good local driver. If you have to opt between a good driver cum guide or a posh car, go for the former. We did (we didnt have a choice due to fund requirement!) and happy were we! Actually we wanted to go to Pokhran, which is a good option and a lovely place to see. But the chopper ride was damn too expensive that we had to ditch the idea and chose the closest poor cousin, Nagarkot.

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    There was a Memorabilia shop on top of the stairs. Looking at the distant Himalyan range on a cool February mid-morning,  listening to the rendition of om mani padme hum, was super ethereal. So much so, we actually felt like celestial beings. No joking!

    The Nepalese we met were smart, helpful and observent. I admire them for their grit to surivive in the extreme weather conditions, in the face of natural disasters (land slides are very common and earthquakes happen in good measures ) and political turmoil at times.

    Nepal –  mystic, mysterious, divine, spiritual and quaint.

     

     

     
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