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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Dilli, Dilwalon Kii…..


By - Md. Mudassir Alam


Delhi, often referred to as the “City of Dilwalas” (City of loving people) is not only providing shelter to ‘Dilliwallahs’ but also to people from far and near. Some come to the national capital for higher studies, some for jobs in technology, management and other fields and some for simply viewing the tourist attractions.

After finishing my studies from AMU, Aligarh I also reached Delhi with an aim to get a job and I got it very soon. As I was new in Delhi so it was obvious for me to explore those places about which I have earlier read in books, magazines and newspapers. Hence on my weekly off-days, I used to visit the attractions of Delhi. Apart from Delhi’s tourist attractions, I always came across a large number of beggars in places like bus stops, temples, mosques etc.

Being a Muslim visiting the Dargah of Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia is a regular affair for me. One particular day I went to the Dargah, after completing the necessary rituals I was on the way to my home. Just outside the main gate beggars were blessing the people with the words, Allah ke naam pe kuch paise do baba, apki Murad poori hogi “Dear give some paise in the name of God, your wish will be fulfilled.”

As the day was too hot, so I stopped outside a shop and bought a bottle of cold drink to end my thirst. Though I was drinking the cold drink but my attention was also towards the beggars close to shop. All of a sudden my ear stuck to conversation of two beggars, who by chance were talking in some language that belongs to my home district Kishanganj. With bottles of cold drink in their hands they were talking, Aree bhai itni garmi hai, dekho Dilli ke log kitne pareshan hai, hum log hi thik hain din bhar mein 300 se 400 rupaiye kama lete hain “Brother it’s very hot today, see the people of Delhi who are always in hurry, we are better than them as we easily earn three to four hundred rupees daily.”

Although their conversation was continued, but one beggar was looking little worried. His co-beggar asked him, have you any problem, no, actually my relatives are coming next week and they have no any knowledge about my profession, if they will know about it, it will surely hurt them. With a gentle smile the other beggar told, don’t take any tension, I will arrange accommodation for them, you have to stop your work for some days and when they will go back you can start your work again. By the idea of his fellow beggar, the other beggar was looking quite relaxed.

My bottle of cold drink was also finished, after paying to the shopkeeper I left the place for my home. When I reached home I described the whole story before my family members and laugh endlessly. Even today the conversations of those two beggars are fresh in my mind. From the story of these two beggars I realized in Delhi’s fast life when people have little knowledge about others, people from far places taking advantage of this hidden identity and are earning their livelihood by opting different professions, leaving behind all hesitation. Why not, overall Delhi is a ‘City of Dilwalas.’

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Assam’s Mass-Suicide Joint, heard of it?

It is weird, but this mass-suicide story is as new to me as it must be to you guys. A friend working for the DD, Bhagyajeet’s repeated requests to join his Orkut community on the same got me wondering – what the heck is this mass-suicide about?

Twenty years, in ‘oxomi aiyr kulat’ (in the lap of mother assam) and never did I take notice of this crazy phenomenon. I know, you want me to come to the point at once.

Well, there’s this sleepy village in North Cachar Hills, 330 km south of Guwahati, which hosts a mass-suicide of migratory birds every year. The suiciding-spree lasts for 4 months beginning August.

Here are excerpts from news clippings I found enlightening ---

“The birds come crashing to the ground like ghosts from nowhere during the nights, which are usually moonless and foggy, accompanied by wind and drizzle, in the village inhabited by some 2,500 Jaintia tribal people.....

Legend has it that the Zemi Naga tribal villagers at Jatinga were the first to witness the phenomenon in the late 19th century when disoriented birds in their thousands flocked to a bonfire lit by locals in a field to scare away wild pigs. The experience frightened the villagers, as they believed the birds were evil spirits swooping down from the sky. Eventually the Zemi Naga tribe deserted Jatinga.

The Jaintias, who moved to Jatinga in 1905, stumbled on the phenomenon while going to the hills at night with flaming torches to round up cattle. The bamboo torches attracted showers of birds, which the Jaintias regarded as a "god-sent gift".

Experts say that up to 50 species of birds get killed, including the Tiger Bittern, Black Bittern, Little Egret, Pond Heron, Indian Pitta and Kingfishers.....”.

Intriguing isn’t it? This gives me a new vacationing idea while going hometown this year-end. Wonder if Assam Tourism realises that this can mean good-moolah and of course, a good stop-over for nature enthusiasts who like it better, when there is some mystery involved.

Want to know more? Go ahead and read my friend Bhagyajeet’s story at http://static.teriin.org/terragreen/issue114/backpage.htm

Thursday, October 12, 2006

An industry called "Religion"

By - Md.Mudassir Alam

"My Visit to Khwaja Moinuddin Chisti Dargah in Ajmer Sharif"


Visiting the holy dargah of Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti in Ajmer is a matter of faith for not just Muslims but also people of other religions. They go there in search of peace and fulfillment. When I was young, I used to hear my grandmother talking about this dargah. Edified thus about faith, I always wanted to visit this shrine.

After finishing my education from Aligarh Muslim University, I shifted to Delhi. My parents too came to the Capital. When we had all settled in, we made a plan to visit Ajmer. Going to the shrines of Hazrat Nizamuddin and Qutubuddin Bakhtyar at Mehrauli is considered essential before going to the dargah of Gharib Nawaz.

After fulfilling the formalities at these two dargahs, we boarded the Ahmedabad Express at Sarai Rohilla Railway Station for Ajmer. Before our departure, my uncle - a resident of Delhi for long - instructed us to remain careful of touts who deceive visitors in Ajmer.

Our journey was quite pleasant, and the next morning we reached the quaint Rajasthan town. As we came out of the station, we saw the autorickshaw-wallahs shouting 'dargah, dargah'. We went near one of them and asked the charges. "Rs 20," he replied.

Being a gentleman, my father revealed our identity. "We have come from Delhi to visit the dargah. Being strangers, we don't know the whereabouts of any good hotel. Can you help us?" he asked the driver. The driver suddenly turned quite gentle, and reduced the charges to Rs 15. We regarded it as an act of generosity on behalf of the driver. Soon, we were at the reception of a hotel.

As we were going upstairs to our rooms after checking in, I saw the receptionist giving Rs 50 to the driver. I realised there was a flourishing driver-hotel nexus in cities like Ajmer. After relaxing for a couple of hours, we moved towards the dargah. As we entered the main gate - near 'Bari Degh' - we saw a man following us. At first we regarded him as just another visitor like us. But, on being asked about who he was, he introduced himself as a khadim (servant) of Moinuddin Chishti.

As we reached the grave of Khwaja Saheb for offering fateha, the khadim told us to give our offering to him. There was a large crowd inside the dargah and it was not possible for us to fulfil the formalities. So, we had to give our offering to him. After offering fateha, he asked for money in the name of Gharib Nawaz.

Unwillingly, we had to part with him some money. After spending an entire day at the dargah, we returned to the hotel where a surprise awaited us. We were served a bill that was way too quite exorbitant from what the hotel receptionist had told us at the time of our arrival. He was no longer there, and it had got too late. We paid the bill without fuss.

On returning to Delhi, we never discussed the Ajmer visit. At least not with my uncle who had cautioned us about the touts there. The thought of the presence of such greedy elements in such a pious place still makes me restless.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

i eat, sleep, dream, speak...AdVenTuRE

India is hewn in such contrasting opposites that a sweep from one end to the other is got to be adventurous. Skiing, mountaineering, rock climbing, trekking, paragliding, wildlife safaris, camping, river rafting - you name it. Talking of ‘Adventure in India’, if you have even the vaguest hint of what it is about, the mindscape instantly links it with the skyscrapping Himalayan sentinels veined with snow-fed streams that serpent down into roaring waterfalls to meet deep gorges.
No doubt, North India lords over the nation when it comes to head-counting the adventure-enthusiasts from across the globe who flock here everyyear. Traveling down South, peninsular India with the Western and the Eastern Ghats variegated with rich wildlife, the long coastline laced with majestic beaches offer bewitching adventure trails of varied kind. The arid Thar desertland in the West and the rain-fed, at times devastating, Brahmaputra with its legion of tributaries in the East - spine-tingling already?


Check out your dose of adrenaline...

Trekking Expeditions: Trekkers from across the globe haunt India’s undulating terrain in the Himalayan mountain region. It is not just the ruggedness that they are infatuated with, but the celestial beauty that swathe its hills and dales. The hill stations of Himachal Pradesh, Uttaranchal, Jammu and Kashmir, Darjeeling and Sikkim are the first-rankers in the tourist directory.
Paragliding: Paragliding or sailing-in-the-air is man’s closest answer to his fascination with the birds’ flights. In India, the Himalayas are the Paraglider’s ‘paradise’. Other popular realms for aerosports-lovers are the Garhwal region, Dehra Dun, Himachal Pradesh and the Western Ghats.
Skiing: Slicing through the snow, challenging the piercing wind is an excitement too sublime to be contained in words. Indian Tourism has recognized skiing as one of its thriving tourist-pullers. From Jammu and Kashmir to the hills of the Noth Eastern India - skiing territories here are the best you have known.
Jeep Safari: A long stretched sojourn through the craggiest of terrain - lonesome, weathered and infested with thick forests and dangerous wildlife, treacherous routes cut out on steep hills for travel - is what Jeep safari in India is about. Tiring, yet too adventurous not to opt for. Maruti Suzuki Raid-de-Himalayas and its phenomenal success since last 6 years is a singled out must-go for car paranoids.
Mountain Biking: Speed thrills! Those with a passion with the ‘fast and furious’ machines have the rugged Himalayas to challenge. Get, Set, Go! Replete with additional facilities like back-up vehicles, first-aid boxes, food and also tents for camping on request.


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

SuN-SanD-SweaT



it aint tht i didnt dare the deserts coz i hate sun-burns...kabhi mauka nehi mila yaar... but i did ride a camel at lajpat nagar..(gEEEEeeee) and dont ask me my back-aches later.... Did i hear anybody saying camel safari is fun? Have yu been 2 Rajasthan?

wiLdLife serenades




all my friends know of amit's wild wilderness lores...how he was startled to see a BIG CAT right thr in his resort varandah @ Kanha National Park.... dont know if its the blown-outa-proportion version, but his anecdote still freaks me.. in one of our escapades to Periyar, i snuggled so close to the elephant cub for a snap tht i actually hurt my cheek with its ovrgrowth (they hv mighty long bristle-like hair all over their body)...my friends still tease me 'pachyderm lov-bite' ; ).... Indian wilderness is SIMPLY STUPENDOUS...AGREE?

Wot's ur EAST pick?Tea?ToyTrain?Momos?Rhino?


West Looking EASTWARDS....and wht do you see? Very fashionable people...i have seen more stilettos and halter-necks at Shillong than in Delhi.. and i also see lot of religious hum-bug...why is it tht non-hindus arent allowed at Jagannath temple? i nvr knew god checks ur identity card first before blessing!!! the monastries at Arunachal are FFFFAAARRRR BETTER....