A gift from rain drops…

Saturday is a holiday for me. However last Saturday was not a similar to my past weekend holidays. It was raining whole the day. And I couldn’t stop me to go outside when rain stopped for a while during evening. I didn’t wish to take anything except my wallet. That time I didn’t care what people will think looking at this software engineer with a normal half paint with a common round necked t-shirt. I caught a local train. As I had a yearly train pass, I didn’t worry much on where I was going. I just got down at an unknown station, even I didn’t try to find the station name from the wall.

It was too much raining outside of the station. After keeping my wallet in safe, I stepped out. Shadows of big trees, standing both the sides already covered the full street. Sounds of many insects increased night’s scariness. Who care those, when you know what will happen at the worst case? I just wanted to enjoy the rain lonely which I got a chance after long days.

Rain didn’t take much time to cover me with her watery lips. I was recalling my childhood, jumping on stocked water, jumping over the streams of rain water on the road. I couldn’t notice, how long I was jumping to catch wet branches. After sometime, I just stood under a big tree to enjoy bigger water drops and hummed below poem.

Rain!
gave me billion kisses,
hugged me thousands time,
at a lonely place
reminded my childhood
told me to start a brand new story.

Rain!
brought a huge sparkling smiles on my face.
I was madly singing and dancing in the rain,
with no fear in the mind
and the head is held high
didn’t know the reason,
neither I wondered
the answer for ‘why’s’.

Rain!
ignited my old craziness.
I was jumping in the rain,
to shake branches of trees,
to cross stream of water on the road,
reminded my childhood,
inspired me to start a brand new story.

 26th NOV 2011

Barabati Fort: A fort speaks the glory of Odisha

While reading my history book in 5th-6th standard, I couldn’t believe such big historical places available within our well known Katak city (earlier named as Cuttack). It was year 1997. I was only 10 years old. I got chance to visit Katak during my summer vacation. I didn’t face much difficulty as my elder brother was continuing his P.G. in Revensa College in the same city. I stayed with him for two weeks. During that vacation, once I went Barabati Fort. It’s comparatively closer to my brother’s “New P.G. Hostel” than my home town, which is around 200k.m. far. When we reached at Barabati Fort, by that time darkness of night partially covered the city and gate was closed for safety reason. Still I danced for few minutes by seeing our historical fort in front.

The mind and soul still wanders and seek for that place once again in daytime. Whenever I put a step on sand of Katak city, this endless willingness  forces me to think on that evening at Barabati Fort and increases my desire twice. And unfortunately I got a chance to travel to my longest awaiting place in last Saturday (30th April 2011) with my friend Muma.

I started my journey with my friend after having Dahi Baray and Chushka. Have you ever tested Katak Dahi Baray??? Wow… It’s really awesome. Don’t forget to have it if you get any chance. And first time I had Chushka in front of Barabati Stadium. What an amazing test..!!! Soon after, we started moving towards our desire place. Roads are very neet and clean road, covered with beautiful variety of trees both the sides of road. We reached there within 5 minutes.

Barabati Fort, a fort that speaks the glory of centuries old tradition, Barabati fort boasts of the glorious rule of the mighty empire of Ganga rulers. Originally it’s constructed in the 11th century. This fort has been subjected to further modification and it has been thoroughly modified into its present form in the 14th century. The ruins of the old Barabati Fort remain with its moat, gate, and the earthen mound of the nine-storied palace, which evokes the memories of past days and lie on the right bank of the Mahanadi, in the western part of the city, an area of more than 100 acres (~0.5 km2), and it was surrounded on all sides by a wall of laterite and sandstones. To the west of the mound there is a tank. In the north-eastern corner of the mound are remains of what once was a temple. The temple was made of whitish sandstone over foundations of laterite blocks. Most alluring structure in the fort premises might be the gateway, which is greatly embellished with beautiful carvings of complicated nature. Another interesting attraction in this amazing citadel is the 20-yard ditch inside the bastion. This might be dug to protect it from the intruding enemies. While preserving the elegance of the old grandeur the interiors of the fort has been converted in to a modern stadium where important cultural fiestas and sports events are conducted.

Ultimate Goal!!!

Treading uncharted waters can be extremely scary at times. You don’t know how deep the water is or if there is trouble lurking beneath the calm surface. It is much easier to turn around or not to move towards the water at all. Life is the same way sometimes. We don’t know the end result but we still have to live each day with the faith that we will make it to the end. It’s like knowing that you are supposed to be doing a specific thing but you are too afraid to do it because you’ve never done it before. Or maybe you have been doing that something but need to do more. This may require you to step out of your comfort zone & take that step of faith into waters that may be murky. This art of curiosity causes sometimes to think me, “Leave Job and go on a world tour like a “wondering monk” with two pairs of clothes, a camera, a diary, a credit card & of course not with cell phone.