Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Backpack To Nature

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”

- following those words of Robert Louis Stevenson......one fine day me nd my frnds jumped out in search of new lands.....
Thou by da time we reached railway station....we discarded the possibilities of going top Hawaii or Switzerland or Austria....mainly because they r tourist spot not traveller's destination....nd maybe also becoz we hav lill cash left wid us......

So we settled for da more exotic Shantiniketan....


Giving u da brief details about da place....Shantiniketan("home of peace") was founded by Rabindranath Tagore....and....ok forget it...its all crap!!!!

Hence we hopped on the next available train....nd after 3 hrs of duel....we reached our destination!!


As we r not quite used to shabby living conditions we booked into da only 7-star resort available dere....and jumped out on da streets to reality....




So crossin da fields....jumping over da mud....nd ultimately landing on cow dung...we reached da home of da poet Rabindranath Tagore....



And the only thing i can say is.....why da fuck am i studying engineering and not writing poems....


means if u can make bungalows of ur own and live life king size by selling poem books...thts outrageous....

so we came back dazed....so much...tht people mistook us as ghosts and kept running away from us.....i hope we werent dat scary....it was just we were shocked....



next day...we had more financial concerns worrying us.....and i still cudnt figure....how come a bread omelet can cost 8 rupees.....and was i been cheated....




but anyways i was quite satisfied by the arrangement our resort made for sight seeing.....it was a double deck open roof limousine as they told us....but I thought it resembled the luggage top of a public bus.....but watever it was fun!!




and den it was shopping time....thou i dint indulged in shoppin but its always fun to encourage ur frnds to waste money on something.....isnt it!!



and after dis hard day we relaxed down....in our personal saloon on da returnin home.....thou we asked da railway personnel why they gave us hard wooden seats instead of cushion in other compartments....


they explained that it was specially designed for rich people so dat we dont have spondalitis and remain healthy....
Thou still now i dunt kno.....why dat guy who was begging on the station was sharing the seat wid me???!!

1 comment:

tsu said...

man, you hanging from the banyan roots really cracked me up!! hehehe
now i'll read the post and comment