IV Recalled- The Shimla episode

After a lot of jumping and fighting and dancing around for in the name of the third year industrial visit(i.v) we did go on one! To the never touched areas by the students of VES we the 2009-2010 batch went to Chandigarh- Shimla!

As we got off the Ambala station and got into the seats( i specially got into the right three seaters so that i could get a view of the green mystic river on the way! And would get the first glimpse of the snow mountains.) I was happy to go to Himachal to what i consider my second nature home! I was in a dancing and a bubbly mood that i would see the snow claded Himalayas after a long city life.

During the four hour journey i slept through most of it. People puked. I slept. People sang. I slept. SOmewhere happy to know that i would get to see a better sight when i opened my eyes.

Kalka went by. No river. Ahead we climbed on the windings. No river. 3 idiots had surely fooled me. No green big river on the way. Although this was my fourth visit to himachal i was taking the Chandigarh-Shimla route for the first time. How i missed and cursed the management for not allowing us to Manali(my actual home).

As we reached the hotel it was pitch dark. Our opposite rooms had the best view. Small lil lights tinkling on the mountain... As if the sky had put on kandils. And there was my star studded sky too. I imagined the snow covered mountains to tower the town and the city that tinkled.

The next morning totally excited i got up from the bed. Warm and cosy i pushed the soft razai off me and climbed on to the sofa below the window. And there i was smiling broadly! What i saw was the same tinkling houses of last night not looking beautiful this time but cluttered and jammed onto the adjacent three to four hills looking all ugly. The only hill with some leftover pine tress stared blankly at me. My smile almost disappeared. No snow cladded mountains. Not even the sight of snow peaks or some left over snow. Only congested town is all i could see from the hotel room.

My excitement landed with a big thudd! But i learnt a thing. Not all Himachal is snow. And maybe Shimla had a beauty in it's colds climate and rains. And yes Himachal didnt disappoint me at the end. We did enjoy the fog and the rain that screwed our mall road trip. But the shopping hardly mattered. What bothered us that we missed the photo sessions on the famous spots- the Jab we met and the 3 Idiots in Shimla.

But as i say if you have a camera nothing can screw you. We made the most of the fog and the view and the camera and modeled a lot for it! Bloody posers is what we all were called!

Comments

sumit said…

Hehe. Shimla was fun, got me nostalgic. Even I wanted snow but too bad, we could some left over Ice Cubes at Kufri :P

Well Written, your clouds and your mountains, fairytale ;)

February 23, 2010 at 11:19 PM

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