Bollywood lovers would totally agree that Badrinath (Varun Dhawan) proved irresistible in his latest release. But today my post is not about the movie. XD But about the love for that place. ‘Badrinath’.
My friend is on a visit to this exquisite destination when she sent me some really tempting captures of the skies and scenic beauty from her stay.
Sunset at Badrinath! ^_^
One of the ‘four Dhams’ in India (pilgrim) Badrinath is situated between two mountain ranges – ‘Nar’ and ‘Narayan’, in the backdrop of the Neelkanth Mountain. It is the attraction of Uttrakhand. The place experiences a cold weather almost throughout the year.
The one straight from heavens! ❤
Best time to visit the hills here is May-June when summers drench the North of India with heat and sweat. Journey by roads in your own comfortable cars make the most beautiful memories.
Right from the snow cladded mountains to hot springs and scenic beauty, the place has woods and greens arranged in angelic ways. There are so many legends and stories associated with the temples that you’ll never go bored of Badrinath.
Morning in the woods!
If you are a lover of nature and peace then this place will hit the right chords of your soul. What are you waiting for then? The mountains are calling! Pack your bags and get started for the best trip and be the ultimate dulhania at Badrinath! *_*
Behind the lens is my best photographer – Aarancha Tyagi! :*
For more information go to the Uttrakhand tourism’s website and fill your curious mind with all the details. :))
The weather was cold, but your hold so strong.
As you pulled me in your sweet warm arms.
The crowd around did smother for a while,
As the sparks beamed in your dearmy eyes.
How I wished the time stopped and knew no end,
But such moments turned out to be one night stands.
I knew it would happen now and again,
You’ll lift me up and sway my heart just the same.
Broken I will be after the lights go off,
But the ache is worth for the unmatched bond, between the bat and his batsman on the cricket ground! 😉
Yesterday India celebrated it’s 68th Republic Day. Republic means ‘the supreme power in the hands of people’. With that India becomes a country where every citizen is granted freedom. Freedom of speech, freedom of thoughts, freedom of right action, freedom of choice, etc. But why don’t I feel this word when it is spoken aloud in gatherings or even in my silent mind? Even after 68 years of hoarding it’s open mindedness among the changing and developing countries, India has failed to clear the filter of gender discrimination.
There still exist certain scetions in society where a girl might be considered blessed if she is allowed to live. Education for a girl child at times is at far end. And if with change of luck education touches the air, she is still denied the choice of being independent.
Why are we still asked to watch our talk? Why is our attire always an exclamation mark for the society? Why do we have to bend infront of the special bounds imposed to us only? Why don’t we get the equality that is still a dream?
Celebrating the Republic Day with bilnd eyes is no clebration. Living in a trance and expecting the nation to grow is a day dream!
What am I?
A spec of dust in the infinite galaxy.A drop in that downreaching ocean. A wallflower among those blushing lilies. A mere fragrance in the blustery wind.
But will the galaxy hold it’s infinity without me? Or the ocean have it’s same depth? Will the blushing lilies stand a chance of being noticed? Or the winds hold that aroma?
I am the part of the infinite. An individual in the crowd! Having infinities within my soul which are yet to be explored, yet to be exposed!
I saw him again, standing by the roadside. Today he was wearing a yellow T-shirt which was torn at the sleeves. As soon as the traffic light turned from green to red he started running towards the first car which caught his eyes. It was a white car waiting ahead of me. By quick wipes with his orange handkerchief, he started to clean the windsheild of the already shining car.
The driver tried to tell him not to jump around with his dusty cloth but he was adamant. I knew that very soon he would start knocking at the glass of the driver’s seat. As usual the driver lowered the window and put some coins in his muddy hands. Now he came to me. Breaking the tradition I lowered the window and offered him a packet of biscuits. It is a hard task to say no to an innocent face but I did not want him to make begging his means of living. “Thanku”, he said with a smile (he remembered what I taught him a few days ago… Victory?) and ran to his other mates to share his share of earning with them.
People often give alms to these little children by the roadside thinking that they are helping them. Is it the correct way to offer a helping hand to a child? By giving a few coins which sooner or later would be snatched away from their tiny hands which are not made to wipe cars and beg for food?
Some of you might get offended for being discouraged for the act of kindness but have you looked at it from this point that what if some day you fail to cross that street where you offer a penny or two to that little man. Who might be waiting with his gleaming eyes looking for you to be the source of his piece of bread. Have you wondered who would feed him that day?
I guess we fail to comprehend the right means of being kind and helpful to the people with hard luck. By offering them alms might bring a day’s bread to their hands but they start depending on us for everything they need. Their generations too, grow up looking at the vehicles like ATM or banks moving on the roads.
Life by the roadside is tough and it is nobody’s fault if someone had to live it that way but by extending our hands which instead of pulling them up, pushes them into deeper darkness is close to a crime. If someone wants to be a real source of light to them, then do something that would make them independent. Teach them how to earn the living with hardwork and respect and not by offering them everything the easy way.
Instead of offering money to the children help them to read a word or two. If the money was supposed to feed them then offer them food with a smile and see how they rejoice. If you really want to make a difference then make sure it is a permanent one which does good to them. It is better to offer nothing than to give false hopes to the people who already know the harsh reality of the life by the roadside.