Once upon a time, there was a small chidiya. She fell in love with Chand and kept thinking of him. One day she decided to go and meet the chand but…………
oh my god? chand is very far so she flew and flew and kept flying for the whole night but Chand was still far. And slowly Sun started coming to sky and Chand started getting faded. Litttle bird was very sad. She came back to her home.
But still today she is thinking of Chand. (Story is taken from a children magazine)
One of India’s folk dance, Garba is belonged to Gujrat state.
Garba in Nid is one thing which every Nidian remembers. Its part of Nid culture and we have a whole community called garba community dedicated for this event.
In Garba I do not know what is the force which drives me crazy and even after working the whole day I religiously go to Garba ground and dance with other people. Once if you are in the swing its gone and till you lost your energy compeletly, I can bet that you wou’nt feel like coming out of the ground.
The story of Ganga coming to earth did not start just like that. A whole generation is there, to tell you the story. There was a king called Sagar, he was performing the ‘Ashwamedh Yagna’ to be more powerful. The king of all gods, Indra got scared and stole the horse of the Yagna. He left the horse in the Ashram of Muni Kapil. King sent his ten thousand sons to find the horse, they reached Kapil and blamed him for stealing the horse. Muni Kapil got angry and turned all of them into ashes.
After that many generations passed, but these 60,000 princes did not get salvation. In the 7th generation a king called Bhagirath was born and he promised his ancestors that they will get salvation. He did Tapasya for years and then pleased God Brahma. Brahma told him that his ancestors will get salvation only if river Ganga will come on earth. But the problem occured when Bhagirath came to know that only one drop of Ganga can drown the whole earth.
Then Bhagirath prayed to lord Shiva and requested him to take Ganga in his hair. Shiva agreed, and Brahma dropped a single drop from his pan. Shiva took it in his Jatas. Then he left a strand on the earth and thats how Ganga came to the earth and 60,000 princes got salvation.
In between the semester Meenakshi (my batchmate) came up with this plan of going my home town Dehradun. Without giving the second thought I was ready to go back home. Me, Tanima and Meenakshi left NID in the night around 9’o clock for Vadodara. There we stayed at Grishma’s place and ya! Deepak came with us till Vadodara. From there we took a train called Dehradun Express and we moved at 7: 45am 11th september 08.
Our journey was quite long and boaring sometimes as train was supposed to take around 36 hours, I started sketching to kill the time, but I was enjoying the beauty of Rajasthani villages. Train was stopping almost every station and I saw lots of villagers selling cucumber and other fruits for less then 5 rupees a piece.
There were stations, where train was over crowded like Meerut and Kota. After Meenakshi got damn bored she went for sleeping and believe me her posture was too tempting for me to draw, what a perspective!
It was really crowded for some time. And after a point three of us got irritared with the speed of train so we decided that we will be stepping down in Saharanpur in place of Dehradun. We took a bus from there and reached 3 hours before train. Now my mother cooked amazing food for us. Because of over eating three of us felt tired and we slept at 8: 30 (not me). Upcoming days we visited Dehradun, Rishikesh (only Tanima and Meenakshi) and some quite a good hilly places like Lakha Mandal, Chakarata, Tiger Fall and many other small villages.Mussorie Bus stand, Dehradun.
After This sketch I started enjoying the place and the wether so I clicked some photographs with my film SLR camera.
”…my sister was scared, and as she turned she saw a weird animal is sitting on the window and smiling.” Preeti said.
This is one of the line from the talk I had with my school mate Preeti in a sports camp at night, when every one among us was trying to tell the stories of ghosts and devatas* to scare each other. Now I do not find this story scary but at that time, a louge surrounded by junhle, five teenage girls, in the hills of Himalaya, away from parents,…………………..ohhhhhhhhhh it was scary man!
*Devatas are local Gods in Garhwal and if something goes wrong people think that Devata is unhappy for something good also Devata is responsible as well.
2nd year of NID ended and I left for vacation but our Graphic design batch was supposed to do a self study. In which we were suppose to select any topic and clear our doubt about that.
My native place is Uttarkashi, Uttarakhand. I’m a Garhwali and in my native place there is a community, called Jad. They are a subject of curiosity for me since I was a child. Because we the garhwalis, are not allowed to eat in their home, as they come under the cast of Schedule Tribe.
This time I found a golden opportunity to interact with them because it’s a part of my studies. So my relatives (especially my Nani and all) can’t say no. Ha ha…
I spent 2 weeks with them and found some interesting facts about this semi-nomadic tribe.
It was the start of my visit and I was in a great confusion. In Dunda there lived not only Jad but also Tibetans and Himachalis. And then I further dwelled to understand Rongpa and Khampa. I asked many people to clear up this confusion but “Jitne muha utani baatein” (Many mouths, differing stories).
At last I figured their origin. Actually Khampa were Tibetan refugees who are actually not Indian but they called themselves Indian.
And Rongpa are the people who are Indian tribe and they used to trade between India and Tibet. They have a blend of Indian and Tibetan culture, features, food and customs.