In and around Assam…

There is lot more to see and talk about Assam and I do always try to put up a better picture of my Home state…Things when seen,I believe create a more deeper feeling than words..So here’s an attempt to do exactly the same..

Traditional Dance of Assam on Stage..

Displaying Colorful tradition of Assam on the occasion of Assam Literature Festival in Kaliabor

Birangana Memorial

Birangana Memorial–The Memorial of those Ahom ladies who fought The 1532 Dumonishila War

Indigenous Assamese Artist

A Blind artist in-front of famous Barpeta Satra…Now,I am saying him indigenous because of his traditional Assamese attire and artist because he doesn’t beg but earns his livelihood by playing Dotora-A Traditional Assamese Instruments

Never Forget to Thank–They Make your Travel filled with Fun

I generally don’t click pictures of People and for this I hear a lot from my Friends as well as Family Members,Whenever someone ask me to click their Pictures I silently hand over the Camera to someone else.. 😉

But there are certain situations when I like to Click People and the situations I am talking about is while Traveling–Many Times when we Travel,we find many People who help us to make our Travel fun-filled,confused of whom I am referring to–Well they might ranging from Our Travel Guide,to Our Cab Driver,to Eateries Holder to many more.. 😀

So,Here are some Captures of those People Who made my Travel Fun..A Great ‘Thank You‘ to them…And I literally said Thank You to each of them for Posing and for the Fun… 😀

• The Ice-Cream Guy–Met him when I was in Lalbagh,Actually my friend had Ice-Creams from him..This Guys I feel is of my age,maybe smaller,So When I ask him to Pose,a shy smile came to his Lips and I knew he was happy.. 😀

The Ice-Cream Guy

• I met them When I was in Mysore,These Guys take you for a I guess 5-6 minutes Horse-Ride,Unfortunately I was not able to Ride a Horse as of Time Constraint but ask them to Pose with their Horses.. 😀

The Horse Ride Man

• Now I met this Guy When I was at the Bull Temple in Bangalore,He was playing the trumpet and it so added to the Religious Atmosphere. 😀

The Trumpet Man

• Well You cannot miss to Thank them whatsoever,These are the Guys that take you for the Coracle Ride in Hogenakkal Water Falls on Cauvery River.. 😀

The Coracle Man

• And Special Thank You to This Guy Below–He was our Coracle Driver for 2 hours we spend on Cauvery River,I asked him many a times for a Pose but he was busy with his Job,So I had to take his snaps from behind.. 😉

Our Coracle Driver

So Now since I own a Camera,I make it sure to get the Snap of the Person that make my Travel Fun.. 😀 and I guess everyone should.. 😀 😀

 

 

 

 

Mango People’s Money-What Center Does..

When we Mango People pay our tax we really think that it is our duty to pay tax and it will help in country’s development.But most of our hard-earned money which we pay as Tax I believe is spends in Travel and Enjoyment of our Political Leaders.Every Year these Political Leaders spends crores on their travel and these are Mango People’s money.

Here I am not saying they shouldn’t travel but they make their travel low profile instead.I have found that many political leaders of other countries prefer Public Transport or Low profile travel does minimizing the waste of such huge amount.

A recent report generated by the PMO as part of obligations under the compulsory proactive revelation clause of the Right to Information Act has revealed that PM Foreign Trips in Nine Years of his tenure has spent a whopping of 642 crore rupees and it is indeed a huge amount for a Developing Country.

I tried to illustrate how a Common Man feel on such news through my Cartoon.Hope everyone likes it.. 🙂

But on a serious note such useless Spending,Scams is taking India Nowhere.. 😦

PM and Mango People

The Last Seat of The Bus

Last Seat of the Bus

It was 2 years back when I was in Mumbai, I had to go there as I one of my relatives was admitted in Bombay Hospital. Now she is all fine, but while coming back from Mumbai to Bangalore the journey of 18 hours was quite hectic and experience lesson of my life and the reason being I was seated in the last seat of the Bus, though it was semi-sleeper Volvo the experience of sitting in the last seat was more like sitting in a age-old city bus.

I had to book my ticket 3 hours before the bus was scheduled to leave from Mumbai and I had to pay the price as there was no other seat left except the last seat of the bus i.e. the right-most last seat with seat no. 48 and I was not interested in more delay as I had to reach Bangalore next morning to attend my Exam though it was a class exam.

When I boarded the Bus I was like I have the last seat and it won’t be much of a problem and it’s just a  matter of 18 hours.So,my journey begun and I left Mumbai City steadily and slowly listening to music and slowly I went to sleep for around 90 minutes and suddenly when I woke I saw that the man seating in-front of me was pushing his seat backwards so that he can lean in a semi-sleeper position and I was like WTF dude can’t you see that I have no space to rest my legs but I was not able or had the right to say like that to him as he had paid for the seat and for that 18 hours he was the owner of that seat and for me The Last Seat was my home for that 18 hours..

I  squeezed myself to my seat with the ac running but of no use and a film starring Saif Ali Khan it could not have got any worse than that and also to my utter dismay I was not even able to move my seat backwards so that I could lean a bit,the effect  of The Last Seat was clearly visible and I was just praying to reach Bangalore in no time.

After some time around 10:30pm the bus stopped for dinner and that half an hour stop was the only happy part in my journey,got down,relaxed,had dinner and smoked  and was mentally getting ready to spent another 12 hours in my home(The Last Seat). After the stop was over,I was back to seat adjusting to seat comfortably so that  can spent the rest 12 hours without much trouble,put on my earphones and started listening to music(thank god I was carrying my Ipod) and was praying to god just to allow me to sleep comfortably till I fell asleep and that what exactly happened as far as I remember(thanks to God for helping me out).

Next Morning when the bus entered the Bangalore rural area,I was getting so uncomfortable that I stood up from my seat and went to the Drivers area and stood there till I got down,it was like for 2 hours or so.Once I got down from the bus,took an auto quickly to my room and vowed never to take The Last of A Bus again in my life.

APJ Abdul Kalam said- “The best brains of the nation may be found on the LAST BENCHES of the classroom” but what about those who are seated in The Last Seat of a Bus as both of them are sitting at the Last Seat..Think About It…

I wrote this post as to preserve my memories,so that at some point of time I can cherish my memories as it taught me a lesson in life..Never to Take The Last Seat of a Bus for long journeys.