Exhaustive and aching Dhanuka offer

time:8 pm.as me and arjun pack our bags and set forth for a detour to lutyens delhi in quest to change our present employment status.swiftly makin our way to the University Gate we drove on a packed TATA mini Passenger Auto to rudrapur(13kms)where we were to board a bus to delhi.rudrapur did not have any surprises in store and we soon placed our seats comfortably on a Uttarakhand depot bus. the rugged mid 40s driver of the vehicle turned the engine and made gateway to the busy road to delhi.on my question the conductor told that we'd be in delhi by 4:30am.he though proved rite in the end and after a sleep ridden, bone shattering,muscle aching and nerve racking ride driving us into the anand vihar (I.S.B.T.)we got down in slight rain drops falling free under gravity making vendors and passengers run amuk for shelter.Delhi though is always awake and alive.even at 4450hrs life seemed to have been running with full blaze.buses plying from all corners of the hindustan buses screamed into the Isbt stand and then pouring people into the stands drove off either into the yard or for another lap.people of assorted ages,sizes,colour and language with bags,suitcases,packets up their shoulders or on their arms and heads were striving to reach their destination on time..it seemed a world altogether different from the serene,calm ,peaceful life of pantnagar.we soon found place on a tingy green coloured low floor cng bus to the last stop Kashmere gate...so that the 16 km ride would make the long torchorous wait till 10 seem less and less excurciating.the trip fare on such a bus is just rs.10 to any stop on its route.we sat for a while on Kashmere gate Metro Station gate waiting for the first train scheduled at 6..we still had 4 hrs to spend and make our way to Karol bagh..we strolled platform to platform after buying tokens to Chandni Chowk(old delhi)..therafter stepped on an almost empty metro train to god knows where(we had fours hours to spend,sleep filled eyes and aching bodies to settle.i slept on Arjuns lap on a corner bench on the fast speeding metro,the korean wonder machine paced to and fro from dilshad garden to Rithala..we took snaps of the train,and how we slept on its silver shining benches.at the last stop rithala we got off deciding to take a brearther when two C.I.S.F.(Central Industrial Security Force) security personnel made way into the metro and on seeing us fool around, sleep on empty benches and click pictures(calling for a Rs 500 fine)barked down our necks and deleted all the clicked pictures.we then made it to chandhni chowk via rajiv chowk.on deboarding we used the railway station side exit making our way to the Deluxe Public toilet where we freshened ourselves up.arjun took a full hour time there.we then headed off to an old delhi region where we had stayed for a couple of days.

My next abode-Siib,Pune

Life plays so artistically at times that both the onlooker as well the puppet himself feels astonished and perplexed at the act both during as well as after the enactment.The script though stays mysteriously hidden throughout and neither is capable of deciphering the path through twists,turns,lows and highs...the few who can -come under two mangers-(the formost-the seeked-having been through penance of suffering and salvation- who can invariably demystify dark horrendous clouds and second the deceivers who proclaim to be able to-but hoax estimates are all....