Monday 22 December 2014

Book Review - THE RED PYRAMID - by Rick Riordan

     The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan is the first book in the Kane chronicles series. The language used in the book is quite similar to Franklin W. Dixon’s ‘Hardy Boys’ series and Jeff Kinney’s ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ series. The two protagonists, Carter and Sadie Kane are shown to talk in an informal, friendly way with the reader. The book is basically a transcript of an audio recording made by the two. The books starts off with a bang. It starts with these words - “We only have a few hours, so listen carefully.” This urges the reader to read on.

 There were some really funny lines in the book, but halfway through it, the author used the same pattern, which wasn’t all that humorous. At the end of the book, I felt as if I were a close friend of Carter and Sadie. They did, in a way, talk to the reader. But once the book ended, I didn’t feel happy and satisfied, as I would have felt on completing any other novel. Instead I felt sad. Literally. At the end of the book, Carter and Sadie suddenly stopped talking after saying “This is Carter and Sadie Kane signing off. Come to Brooklyn. We’ll be waiting.” Even though they were imaginary, I was filled with sorrow.

One thing that makes this book stand out are adjectives. The descriptions of some things are really great. This makes it easier for us to imagine those things. But some descriptions were so abstract, vivid and unimaginable, it made imagining those things all the more difficult. The way of speech of Carter and Sadie is different and well executed. Carter is an African American boy who is a well behaved and obedient person, and his way of speech is the same, while Sadie has a kind of, well, what do you say, ‘cool’ attitude.

The book also shows family bondage and brother-sister relationship. Most of the book is on Egyptian mythology and magic, and I’m sure the author must have done a lot of research. This book has influenced me so much that even I have started doubting whether magic really doesn’t exist. The type of writing in this book can be used by young writers who have just started to write. They can start writing personal experiences the way the author has written (just the way I’ve written-scroll down). I would give 8 out 10 points to this book and congratulations to Rick Riordan on writing such a wonderful book.

-         Manas Trivedi

Saturday 13 December 2014

Review - SHIV SAGAR Restaurant, Aundh, Pune

           Shiv Sagar is a vegetarian restaurant located in Aundh, Pune in Maharashtra, India. It is one of the best restaurants for the middle class in Pune, where you can find dishes ranging from the traditional Dal Tadka to Paneer Butter Masala to Manchurian to Mexican Pasta Sizzlers. No other place having such a large cuisine.

          First, we will have a look at the details of the place. Then I will introduce you to some of the best and famous dishes of the restaurant.

          The restaurant has two storeys, the ground floor which is non A/C, and the first floor which is an A/C hall. The first floor has cloth covers on the tables and chairs, preferred by those dining in premium hotels, while the ground floor has normal chairs, tables and fans. The difference between the two is that the ground floor has a normal temperature, while the first floor has a cold temperature. It just means that food becomes cold within a few minutes in the A/C hall, while on the ground floor, it doesn’t. So, first recommendation, dining on the ground floor is better.
 
          Tables can be reserved on phone. Tables are available for two, four and six people, but for more people, the staff can join two or more tables, so that they can have a great party. The time taken to serve the food after placing the order varies from ten to fifteen minutes during normal hours and half an hour during peak hours. It also depends upon the type of dish you order.
 
          The cleanliness is fine. There is a wash basin, and after eating food, a finger bowl is provided. The tableware is neat. Till date only once in my 250+ visits have I encountered the problem of some material being present in my plate and glass.
 
          Now let’s have a look at the cuisine.
 
          The Pav Bhaji is breathtakingly incredible. It is probably the best Pav Bhaji you could ever have in this world. You have to try it before it’s too late. Though it is a bit expensive, it is a must-eat. I hereby declare it as the best dish of this place.
 
          Chole Bhature – the bhature part is fantastic (and oily), but the chole part, not so much. The chole are, well, I never was able to understand their flavour. I’d recommend Shiv Sagar to possibly make them a bit softer, so that it would be more enjoyable. The bhatura part is shockingly amazing. It is almost bewildering. Biting into one feels like walking through heaven, or more accurately, eating heaven. Believe me. You can order exclusively the bhatura part, without the chole.
 
          Manchurian and all the types of Paneer served here are satisfying. If you have the money, you can buy a nice sizzler. It will result in people coughing around you, due to the hot vapours coming out of it. But it has a taste of its own.
 
          Now for the South Indian part. The masala dosa is remarkable. There have to be better restaurants that make better dosas, but till date, of all dosas I've eaten, the Shiv Sagar dosa is the best. The original masala dosa with the red chatni is crisp and less oily, while the rava masala dosa is oily and crispier, and the one suggested by me.
 
           The Utthapam and Idli are okay. The Medu Vada is nice and crisp. Along with all these South Indian dishes, Sambhar and coconut chatni is served. Both are nice and add to the flavour.
 
          As for the dessert, if you visit Shiv Sagar in winter or spring, order Strawberry with Cream. Big pieces of real strawberry are topped with cream. Dig into one, and you’d never want it to end. I’d call it a khatta-meetha combination. But along with the brilliant taste comes a higher than normal price tag. You can also try the strawberry milkshake. It comes in a big glass, again with real strawberry pieces.
 
          This was all about the Shiv Sagar restaurant. On the whole, the place is excellent for moderate price high quality food. I would give the restaurant four and a half out of five stars and I wish all the best to Shiv Sagar to continue its future endeavours.
 
-         Manas Trivedi
 

Shiv Sagar Vegetarian Restaurant

Masala Dosa with Red Chatni - Shiv Sagar

Utthapam - Shiv Sagar

Strawberry With Cream - Shiv Sagar



Sunday 7 December 2014

Review - LENOVO IDEAPAD S210 TOUCH

          The Lenovo ideapad s210 is an 11.6" touchscreen notebook. It is economically priced at 32,500. It has a slim design, one key recovery and an accutype keyboard. Dolby advanced audio is present, and so speakers give a clear sound. It has the label of Energy Star and has an Intel core i3, using fourth generation processors.

          The accutype keyboard keys have an inward slope, for the best typing experience. Also, if the keyboard is removed, and if something is to be typed, there appears a touchscreen keyboard on the screen, as in tablets and smartphones.

          There is an HDMI output, for easy connections to television and other similar appliances. There are 2 USB connection ports and a card reader. The one key recovery button allows to recover from viruses. The notebook also has an HD webcam, for conferences and video chat.

          These are some of the positive things present. But while working on it, I faced some major difficulties.

          Even when the screen brightness is set to level 1, the 36Wh battery gets discharged within 2 to 3 hours. Notebooks are generally used throughout the day by professionals. So I would recommend Lenovo to increase the battery life to 6 to 8 hours in future models.

          Also, there is no CD driver in the notebook. Probably while Lenovo was developing the notebook, it excluded the driver from it, just to give a slim design. Work can be done by using USBs, but sometimes the only thing you need is a good CD driver. That must be present in all PCs.

          And last, but not the least, it doesn’t have any in-built microphone. I am a user of Skype. And I have the experience of working on laptops with microphone. In those kinds of laptops, you could simply turn on Skype and talk to the person on the other side, without any equipment like headphone.  But in the notebook, there is only a headphone portal. So, while on Skype, only one person, who is wearing the headphones with a mic, could be heard by the person whom he/she is talking to on Skype. Hence, family talks are impossible. Example, my family is talking to another. My brother is wearing the headphones. I yell “Hey! What’s up you guys?” Won’t be heard by the other family, you see? You can use a better, sensitive mic, but it is always better if there is an in-built microphone present in PCs.

         So, I have stated the positive and negative things about the notebook. I won’t recommend it to people using laptops while travelling, without the charger. If you are not travelling with the notebook, and keep it plugged in for most of the time, and don’t mind headphones, I’d say for you the notebook is great. I hope Lenovo increases the battery life and adds the in-built microphone and the CD driver, in future models of the notebook. I would give three out of five stars for it. And I hope better notebooks in the future.

­­­-  Manas Trivedi

Tuesday 25 November 2014

Helicopter Havoc

         Helicopter! Incoming! Where? Where is it? I can’t see it! Oh yeah, there it is! Oh my god! This was a part of a short discussion which took place between my brother and I while going to a holy temple.
It was around 11 in the morning on 23 November 2014. My family and I set out for the Chatushrungi temple in Pune, in our car. I was riding shotgun, my father was driving, and my mother and brother were sitting behind us. It was a nice morning. The sun was shining lazily, the sky was utterly clear, and the cool breeze was blowing gently, or so it seemed, as in a car with closed windows, you can’t experience it. And most importantly, I was in a good mood, which wasn’t very often.
          While looking at the clear skies, I spotted a grey helicopter in the sky, not too far. Nothing too unusual. Still, I told my brother about it. Then the helicopter did start becoming unusual. It seemed that it was falling. I had to tape this! Unfortunately, because of my usual bad luck, it went behind the buildings. I gave this news of the helicopter crash to my family. My mother, being positive, said “I’m sure it didn’t crash. It must be landing on the helipad of a building. Perspective is the culprit.”
          I was pretty sure there wasn’t a single helipad in the area. I kept a lookout for any kind of fire or smoke, or the unfortunate copter. Within a few seconds, we came into an open area, free of buildings. The helicopter wasn’t visible at all. Even the fastest of helicopters couldn’t escape in such a short period of time. Where in the world did that copter go? I was going crazy. At least the copter would make some kind of sound while flying. I opened the window. I heard a really loud whop-whop-whop-whop-whop-whop-whop. The typical sound of a severely unbalanced washing machine. Yeah, what else but the identified-flying-helicopter.
I stuck my head out of the window. The copter was insanely close, just about ten metres above us. What was the pilot thinking, landing on us, or on the road? I blurted out a funny “Aaah!” You had to see the expression on my brother’s face. It was then that I said “Helicopter! Incoming!” The copter took a sharp turn to the left and became visible to all. And then my brother said “Where? Where is it? I can’t see it! Oh yeah, there it is! Oh my god!”
Immediately, everyone on the road stopped their cars to catch this sight. This thing isn’t seen every day. The copter was flying at a moderate speed along with our car. The thing was losing altitude quickly, and before it landed, or crashed, our car stopped due to the traffic jam.
People stepped down of their cars to see it. They literally parked their cars on the left lane of the road. I remember seeing two children sitting on the roof of their car, with their parents beside them, eating chips, as if they knew the event was going to happen. I’m not kidding, the place became a picnic spot.
The copter probably didn’t crash, as it didn’t make a crashing sound. It flew into an area fenced with brick walls and barbed wires, covered with trees. It was a military base. We made our way through the jam, and finally saw the helicopter resting on the ground. People were standing on their toes, and some were even sitting on the fence of the base, avoiding the barbed wires.
Actually, there were two of them. One of them absolutely motionless, and the other with rotating blades, perhaps the one which landed just then. We further proceeded down the road, until the helicopters were out of sight. There were almost no vehicles in the road. All were busy watching the copter behind.
Some distance ahead, I noticed a third copter in the sky. It too flew in the direction of the base. “Turn back! I want to see it!” my brother ordered, of which notice wasn’t taken. It was not flying as close as the first one, and was just as grey as it. I felt that something was on. Some great personality had just landed in the city. Then even I felt that we should have turned back. I would have got a glimpse of the Indian Prime Minister, or Lionel Messi, the great football player, or Baba Ramdev, the popular yoga teacher, who knows?
After a few days, I did learn who had come to town. There was a joint military exercise of India and China in the military station. The helicopters were a part of a joint tactical exercise which included insertion of troops from helicopters to destroy a dummy terrorist hideout.
Right. So it wasn’t a celebrity. Just some Chinese soldiers coming across the border for joint training with the Indians. Nothing much to see, and certainly not a great incident for people to create a traffic jam. Oh well, I learnt one thing from this incident: Helicopters create havoc.
       
 
-  Manas Trivedi
 
A newspaper clip, showing the army helicopter
 

Thursday 20 November 2014

Trekking in Himachal Mountains

          Some years ago, I had gone to a trekking trip. I was somewhere in the Himalayan mountains. I’m serious. I had no idea where I was. I was somewhere, on my own....
           In India, trekking is very popular in the state of Himachal Pradesh, usually during the months of October, November, December and January. It is one of the major factors enhancing tourism. It is an adventurous outdoor activity involving climbing of mountains and hills. Trekking camps are generally situated at the base of mountains, from where people begin their hike. Overall, trekking is a nice exercise and is fun when you are with your family.
One fine day I read a pamphlet of a trekking camp. I asked my parents if I could go to Dharamsala, situated in Himachal Pradesh to join the trekking camp. I convinced them that I was able to do things on my own. Finally, I got their permission, after a lot of persuasion. I left home with my camera and a backpack, filled with essential things. I travelled to New Delhi by air, and reached Dharamsala by bus. It was the first time I was travelling without my family.
          The bus dropped me off at the trekking camp. Tents were put up everywhere. I, after ten minutes, found my tent. It was yellow in colour, and was quite small. Inside the tent was a sleeping bag, a lamp, and some weird old books. That was all. So, I was here, finally. I went out of the tent, just for the pleasure of roaming around. I saw people around me, mostly families. All of them were chattering around, creating noise pollution. This part of the hills seemed to be the only civilisation around. The camp was situated in a valley, surrounded by hills. At a distance, I was able to see snow covered mountains.
I walked a bit towards the higher mountains, away from the crowd. The place was, well, peacefully amazing. Lush, green hills and dense, green jungles on them. The air here was fresh and clean. I hadn’t seen snow for a while now. So I was instinctively attracted to the mountains. I continued to walk, passing many trees and bushes on the way. Birds were singing melodious songs, and the cool wind was blowing gently. Amongst the trees, I saw a small stream. I’m sure its water was crystal pure, but I didn’t dare to drink it, as anything ruining my health would be disastrous. I strolled around the bank for a while. Here I was completely alone. I realized suddenly that I was completely lost. I didn’t realize I had been wandering for so long. I tried to go back the way I came from, but soon I was walking in circles.
          I saw myself in the next day's newspaper-‘Boy missing. Last seen in trekking camp.’ I frantically ran here and there, trying to find my way out, but instead I made my way deeper and deeper into the jungle, and probably farther and farther away from the trekking camp. The jungle was covered with huge pine trees. This was wilderness. This includes wild animals. I heard a squeak. Out jumped a mouse, from the undergrowth. I didn’t expect to see mice in the jungle. Then I sensed something wriggling in a bush. Whatever it was, it slithered slowly and steadily. Alright, I’ve given you too many hints. It was a snake. Though small, it was thin and black, and certainly didn’t look nice. It was following the mouse, but didn’t see me. I believe it was interested in eating the poor rodent. It was about to consume it when the little rat scampered off with astounding speed.
          I became a little wary of animals and carried on trudging up the hill. The forest became less dense and soon I found myself on the top of a big hill. It had an incredible view of the snowy mountains and the valley below. I remembered my camera and took some pics. It felt great, but at the same time that horrible thought came once again into my mind. I was helpless. There was no going back.
I looked at the huge, white mountains. I had to experience them. They were the reason I had come here. They formed a range in front of me, some big, and some small. I aimed for one of the smaller ones, just to get some snow on my hands, and also due to my lazy attitude. I hurried down the hill and started my trek.
There was no going back. The mountain was brown, with snow on the top. Climbing up the mountain was real hard. I had come to Dharamsala to learn trekking and mountain climbing. But I wasn’t able to do it. But I believed that I could achieve my goal of reaching the summit on my own, without any training. The mountain was at a 45 degree angle from the ground. Something told me that once humans were here. There was a sort of path dug up.  Small stones were arranged like stairs. If they weren’t there, the trek would’ve been impossible. I started climbing. Soon, I reached the snow line. I tried to make a snowball out of the snow, but the snow had turned into ice. Now the mountain became less steep. In fact, it had become flat. I was on the top of the mountain. It felt as if I was on Mt. Everest. From the top, nothing else but the top of trees were visible on both sides of the mountain range. I took a great deal of photos as a memory, and started my descent. I decided to go towards the side opposite to the way I had come from, for the sake of exploration.
          Down the mountain arose greenery. I saw some monkeys, chattering away like the people at the trekking camp. Along with the chattering came a loud noise, just like the sound of the ocean. Wait, an ocean? Yeah, how an ocean could arise in the mountains, you must be saying. I went in the direction of the sound. The sound got heavier, sort of, as if it was applying a force on me. I came into a clearing and to my surprise, there was a waterfall. It was gigantic. Enormous. Huge. What not. The water was coming down from the top of the biggest mountain of the range and crashed, or splashed into a river beneath. And I have to say, it was loud. I mean it. It probably was louder than the noise made by a crowd in Times Square shouting at the top of their voices. I’m sure the waterfall must be the biggest in the world, breaking the record of the Angel Falls.
I took a thousand photos of it to prove my point, if I was ever to return back. While clicking a photo, I noticed a big orange animal on the opposite side of the river. It was a tiger. Huh? You serious? To be precise, yes. It was drinking water from the river. Roar! No, it didn’t roar. I stared into its eyes and it stared into mine. I was sure that it would spring onto my side and eat me alive. But it just made an innocent cat face and resumed his work of drinking. I quietly made myself scarce and ran away as fast as my legs could carry me.
I was back again into a forest. Now I was seriously tired of dark forests. Too dark and spooky for me. I kept on running. And running. And running. And abruptly ran into a creature standing on its legs. Fortunately, it wasn’t a gorilla. It was a human. He asked me, “Hello sir, what are you running from in this part of the jungle?” “A tiger” I said and asked him to take me to the nearest civilization. He took me to a village. Finally, I wasn’t lost. I was back with the humans. Oh yeah. The people there were quite polite, and curious to know who I was. I told them about my adventurous trek, though half of them didn’t believe me.
I had some money in hand, and so took the first bus to Delhi. I narrated the whole incident to my parents on mobile phone. Man, weren’t they worried? They booked a flight ticket for me when I reached Delhi. Within a few hours, I was back home. I decided that till I really grow up, I might as well be with my family. It might seem adventurous to go on a trip all by yourself, but it is always better and enjoyable to go out with your family.
-         Manas Trivedi

Trekking alone in the Himalayas
 
 
Trekking camp

Monday 3 November 2014

The Cricket Match

          That’s the word. Oh yeah. Cricket. Man, everyone’s crazy about that game in India. The game played with a bat and a ball. Kind of similar to baseball. Though hockey is the national game, cricket is the most popular game in India.

          At the official level, cricket is played between two teams, each having eleven players. They play in a stadium, the bowler throws the ball, and the batsman hits the ball with the bat. The fielders try to stop the ball from reaching the boundary line and try to take his/her wicket. Yeah. Blah blah blah. Rules, rules and rules. Okay, so I hope you got it. It’s an outdoor game.

          In the stadium, where it is played, sit thousands of spectators watching the cricket match. One fine cloudy day I saw my father smiling. I asked him what the matter was. Then he tried to look as serious as possible. He asked me plainly, “Like cricket?” I, like every other Indian, said yes. Then he said, “Would you give the newspaper to me? On the table.” Your wish is my command, sir. I went to the table, picked the newspaper. Some papers fell from it. What else but advertisement pamphlets. But man, believe it or not, they were cricket match tickets! Four of them in all. Bingo. I was going to see a real cricket match. A first for me. You might be saying, “Yeah, whatever.” But still…

          The match was in the evening. We all got ready to go. I had made a nice poster supporting my home team, Pune Warriors India. The match was between this team and the team Chennai Super Kings. I took my autograph book along, and we proceeded. The stadium was quite far from my home. On the way I saw many mountains on the way. Finally, we got a glimpse of the stadium. All lighted and ready to go. It was a summer afternoon and a cool breeze was blowing. Some clouds had started gathering in the west, which looked, well, sort of cloudy. Suddenly I thought about rain stopping the match. But the weather forecast was clear skies. I tried to forget about it and went in through a nice sweet door with a mean looking guard. I showed my ticket to him, who punched a hole into it. Thank god not through me. In the stadium was a super gigantic crowd. Amazingly enormous, to be precise. The stadium was jam-packed. Our seats were in the middle rows. We sat in our seats, ready to get tired. “Popcorn, sir?” came a man. He called me ‘sir’. I at the time was a guy of thirteen. “Sir? Are you serious?” I asked him. No reaction. My father came and bought a big bag for me. Awesome thing to munch on. Within minutes the match started. The players entered. And my seat was right next to the aisle. I stuck out my autograph book through the net bordering the aisle. But none of the guys autographed on it. Still, three of the Chennai Super Kings team’s players saw me, smiled, and left. Including the cricket supergiant M.S. Dhoni. I was two metres away from him. Probably one of the better than the best moments of my life. I let my eyes capture the moment. Probably never ever to happen again. It was an incredible feeling.

          I wanted to stop the time and savour the moment. But my incredible brother literally broke the feeling by dragging me to my seat. The match started with the Pune Warriors winning the toss and electing to bat first. It was a twenty over match, so the game was going to be short. The batsmen came. The first ball of the innings, one run. Next two, no runs. This continued for some overs. Boring. Then the ball went straight into the sky. And came down with record speed. The ball was caught by a fielder. The first shock. The batsman was out. Came in the second. He hit the ball straight over the boundary line. A six. Then he went on fire. He himself made a hundred runs in a jiffy. It seemed like today my home team was going to win.

          They made a good total score. The opponent team came in to bat. I was sure of the results of the game, but this time the team was on fire. Not a one man army, like the Pune Warriors. Sixes and fours, the guys turned the tide. After the team lost some wickets, their star player picked up his bat. M.S. Dhoni came in to bat. Enter the Dragon. I just kept looking at him, though from a distance. I mean, you don’t get to see celebrities every day. While I continued my staring, some people ahead and behind me started to shout. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a ball hurtling towards me. Dhoni had hit a six, and the ball was coming right for me.

Once in a lifetime opportunity. I jumped with all my might to catch it. And hundreds of others jumped around me. And, oh yeah, I caught the ball. The camera was on me. I was on national TV. I simply said, “Yippee!” and threw the ball to the players. My mother dragged me out of the crowd, saying that a stampede could occur. The mean guard kept staring at me from the entrance gate. But, seriously, that was cool. Some guys around me asked me how it felt to catch the ball hit by Dhoni. What else but brilliant. The rest of the match continued, the players making a spectacular show. I was meanwhile going bonkers. Dhoni saw me, and I caught the ball he hit. Ouch. I forgot all about my popcorn tub, which as usual was emptied by my brother. The match was about to end. Six runs needed of the last two balls. It seemed near impossible, only if the players didn’t hit some nice shots. Dhoni on strike. The first ball, no runs. Six runs off the last ball. The guy’s expression seemed as cool as a cucumber. The bowler threw the ball. A tense moment. Dhoni picked up his bat and swung it hard. The ball went over the fence, right on to the roof. A six! Chennai Super Kings had won the match. And yeah, my home team lost. Great. Still, it was a great match. We went back home. I told all my friends about my experience. I got some impossibly great memories which will remain with me for the rest of my life.

-         Manas Trivedi

 
The game of cricket

Wednesday 22 October 2014

Rajasthan Travelogue - JODHPUR & JAISALMER

          In December 2013, my family and I had planned a trip to Jodhpur and Jaisalmer, two of the main centres of tourism in Rajasthan. Rajasthan, the land of the kings, lies in the north-western part of India. The famous Thar Desert covers almost half of Rajasthan. On one fine morning, we rented a cab and reached the Bandra station in Mumbai, a three hour trip that was absolutely boring. We saw the Subrata Roy Sahara Stadium on the way. After we reached the station, at first it was a pleasure to watch the trains pass by, one after the other. In every two minutes, a local train would pass by. But the heat of the sun started setting in and I got irritated by the unhygienic conditions of the station. Finally, after one hour, our train to Jodhpur arrived. Our compartment was second AC. The one I like. Once in the train, I didn’t even realize how the time passed by as I was completely engrossed in reading a novel. I had started reading the book when we boarded the train and now it was dinner time. Surely, books are a great way to pass time.

PART 1: JODHPUR

          On the next day, the train arrived at Jodhpur station. It looked like a royal palace. It was a very cold morning. After resting for a while in the Ghoomer hotel, where we stayed, we went to see the Umaid Bhawan Palace. It was a small palace constructed on a hilltop. It was interesting to note that the Raja, which means the king, of Jodhpur was still living in the palace with his family. Half of the palace was converted into a museum. Vases, clocks, utensils, furniture, thrones, miniature non-working aeroplanes, actual swords which the kings had used and many other things were put on display. There was also a model of the palace put on display in the southern part of the main room. The king also had a vintage car collection having actual cars from those times. A wire mesh was put as a ceiling in the courtyard behind the main room and next to it, there are some royal shops, selling fabric and other items. In front of the palace there are beautiful gardens and next to the entrance, there is a cafĂ©. At the base of the hill, the king had constructed his own city which had houses for the people. Good view, but if it had been a little cloudy that day, it would have been an awesome view.

We then approached the Mehrangarh Fort, the most famous fort of Jodhpur. It was also constructed on a hilltop. To prevent enemies from entering the fort, huge walls were constructed at the gate. There were stairs and also a lift to reach the top of the fort. Looking at the height of the wall, we paid the fee for the lift as we wouldn’t ever have been able to climb the stairs to reach the top. It was a wonderful view from the top. A cluster of blue houses were made next to the fort. They were the homes of the Brahmins in those times. The fort is famous for elephant howdahs. A howdah is a carriage which is positioned on the back of an elephant. Mostly used by the kings. Palanquins, royal cradles, daggers, spears, swords, some really long guns, axes, pistols, big paintings, the king’s quill, his writings, costumes, musical instruments, furniture, cannons and other similar things were put on display. From the Kilkila cannon, we got a breath-taking view of the city. Four rooms in this fort caught my eye, the Phool Mahal, the Moti Mahal, the Sheesh Mahal and the Takhat Vilas. Gold ceilings, colourful windows and balls hanging from the ceiling, mirror pieces on the walls, I guess these rooms are the main centres of attraction. While we were walking down the fort to the taxi stand, we saw this big pillar. It had these holes in it, circled by red paint. These holes were created by attackers who opened fire on the fort. The heat was again at its best. We were as tired as ever. We walked back to the gate of the fort and breathed a sigh of relief under the shade of a big tree. There were many pigeons next to the gate. My brother just took a step towards them. Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap! All the pigeons took off with such a tremendous force and sound that my brother almost fell down, embarrassed by his own actions.

          Some distance away from the fort is the Jaswant Thada. It is a memorial made of white marble built by Maharaja Sardar Singh in memory of his father, Maharaja Jaswant Singh II. This monument is an example of architectural brilliance. Although it was not very big, it had a beautiful design. It is said that the marble stones used in it are extremely thin and polished and they emit a warm glow when sunrays fall on its surface. While walking towards the monument, we passed a lake. The water of the lake seemed to cool the environment. There is a nice garden and a fountain in front of the monument and next to it are other small well-carved structures. Here also we can get a nice view of the city and the Umaid Bhawan Palace is visible from this point. Behind the Jaswant Thada and the fort, stretching across the mountains was a wall, golden in colour. It looked like a boundary wall, more like the Great Wall of China. Obviously, no comparison, but still.

          Next, we visited the Mandore garden. There are many temples and memorials in the garden. The cenotaphs of many rulers are present here. After walking past them, at the end of the garden, we approached the temple of the Hindu god, Bhairav. Many people had gathered over there. There were also a lot of monkeys in the garden. There were signboards all over the place-Do not feed monkeys in the garden. But who cares? Don’t know why, but many people were feeding the monkeys. As usual, they had to bear the consequences. There was this guy who opened a packet of food and gave it to a monkey. Three other monkeys saw this and followed the man hoping that he would give them some food also. But this guy didn’t have any food left with him. Looking at the monkeys following him, the man made a run for it. As you would’ve thought, the monkeys ran after him. They were no match for the man. They easily would have caught up with him, but two other guys started pelting stones on them. The monkeys ran off to their monkey group under a tree. Well, sometimes signboards do come handy.

          Quite a hectic day though. Umaid Bhawan Palace, Mehrangarh Fort, Jaswant Thada, Mandore Garden, all these places in one day. We returned back to the hotel. I forgot to tell you, in case you ever visit Jodhpur, and stay in the Ghoomer hotel, do take the room facing the road. The staff at the hotel will advise you to take a room not facing the road as you will get disturbed by the noise of trains at night. But seriously, there is no such thing. I mean, at night, if you wake up by even the slightest of sounds, you may take the advice of the staff a little bit more seriously. But I’m a person who enjoys watching trains and hearing their sounds. Another thing, in every ten minutes or so, a train passes by over here. Also, the rooms facing the road are better as compared to the rooms on the opposite side. After returning back, the first thing I looked for was the remote control of the T.V. What could be better than coming back from a long exhausting trip and watching a movie? I searched all the channels, but not a single good movie was broadcasted. Excellent broadcasters. Nothing to do, I took out my Gameboy. Single screen cartridge video game player made by Nintendo. You must have heard that name. My brother was playing on his Nintendo double screen system. He was playing the game of Madagascar. That is the type of game you need to pass time. But I couldn’t argue with him. With my experience with him, I could tell you that big brothers aren’t always dominating. Fighting with him would mean ruining my vacation. Because once I disturb him, he doesn’t forget it easily and keeps on bugging me. Great. So I had no other option but play some other game. At 8 pm, we opened the boxes of snacks and sweets we bought from some shops while coming back to the hotel. That was dinner. One more thing I must tell you, there are no nice restaurants in Jodhpur. So having snacks and sweets for dinner was the only option.

          The following day, we set out to simply walk on the road leading to the Jodhpur clock tower. One of the many examples of the bustling small roads of India. There were shops on both sides of the road. Shops of sweets, handicrafts, clothes, shoes, fast food restaurants and hotels. Along with this, people. The road was crowded with people on both lanes. And if that’s not enough, there were cars, bikes, rickshaws, cycles and scooters. If you were an Indian living in such a place, you won’t mind this condition at all. But if you are a person living in a metropolitan city with wide roads and shopping malls instead of small shops, you would surely mind. My parents didn’t seem to be disturbed by this at all, but my brother and I had to follow them as we didn’t have any other choice. Imagine this situation. You are walking on a road. The temperature is something around 30*C. The footpaths are taken by the shops to display their goods. So, the only option is to walk on the roads itself. And there is a traffic jam. You have to go between the vehicles which are in motion and every second try to avoid an accident. Also, you see people, according to the great Indian tradition, not even thinking once before spitting on the road. Well, this was the condition my brother and I had to face. We finally reached the Jodhpur clock tower. There was a huge market over there. Here, along with the people, there were cows and dogs. Literally, panic seized me. This was too much. But I had to wait for five minutes till my father finished exploring the market and had to walk back on the same great road.

          Back at the hotel, we started packing our things. We checked out from the hotel and reached the Jodhpur station to catch the train to Jaisalmer. You might be knowing that Jodhpur is extremely famous for its sweets. We saw many sweet shops on the way. We still hadn’t seen what Rajasthan was famous for, the Thar Desert. We boarded the Jaisalmer train. This time our compartment wasn’t second AC, it was third AC. Something was wrong with the compartment, the AC wasn’t working. My father called someone to see what the matter was. The man simply pushed a small button on the AC and it started working. Yeah, common sense. But I had always seen ACs functioning on their own in second AC. There was no such button to switch them on or off. Even if you were shivering, there was nothing you could do.

PART 2: JAISALMER

          The next morning, well, you couldn’t call it morning, just some hours before dawn, the train arrived at Jaisalmer. This station too was designed as a palace, just like the one in Jodhpur. But there were simply no buildings. Strange. Nothing was to be seen in the dark. I believed Jaisalmer to be a small, nice city. We boarded a taxi to our hotel, Club Mahindra. This club is spread all over India, and even abroad in locations like Thailand. It provides you with a free hotel room, but for joining the cub, you have to pay a hefty sum of money. I guess only those above the middle class could afford it. Through the taxi window, I was able to see sand and a lot of babool trees. I wondered what the place would look like in the morning. Obviously, like a desert. But my main concentration was towards the eastern horizon. The Google Sky Map app showed that the Geminids meteor shower was occurring somewhere over this region. The Geminids meteor shower is considered to be the best meteor shower. The meteors appear in many vivid vibrant colours. But sadly, on that day, none of them were in sight.

          At the hotel, we took the keys of our room and proceeded. No light was switched on. The sky had become a bit lighter than black, dark blue I colour. There were many stairs, built in an awkward way. Three up and three down. Four up and six down. Then for some time, no stairs. I forgot about the stairs when suddenly I tripped over a pair of stairs. In the same particular manner, I tripped quite five or six times. The room was excellent. Club Mahindra style. I had slept at eleven in the night and woke up at four in the morning. Still, I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, perhaps due to the tripping. But my parents and my brother took to the bed. I also lay down on the bed, thinking how I wasn’t able to sleep once I was awake. Nothing to do, I became utterly bored.

          The next thing I remember after that was that I was woken up by the loud sound of the T.V., and of course, my brother playing horsey-horsey by sitting on me. It was 9 in the morning. I had slept another four hours. The others were. I suppose, fresh and clean, and here I had just woken up. I quickly got ready for breakfast. In the daylight, the resort was absolutely whoa! I mean it. Swimming pool in the middle of the resort, table tennis, library and all, a really cool place to stay in Jaisalmer, I guess. The resort was designed in a palatial way, except for the fact that there wasn’t any kind of dome on the top, found in most palaces. There were 6 buildings in all, I guess. , joined together. We were familiar with the exotic Club Mahindra food.  Always like a royal buffet. Not free, yes, a bit expensive. You have to take your plate, take whatever food you like, and keep on eating until you can’t eat anymore. For breakfast, there was cereal, hot and cold milk, potato sandwich, coffee, hot water and tea packets for tea, sambhar-a dish of lentils and vegetables, uttapam-a thick pancake dish, khichdi-a rice dish, fruits, and what not. There was even a special Jain counter as well as a live counter where chefs were making dosas-another kind of pancake and omelettes right before our eyes. We are vegetarians, but there was no problem as almost everything was veg.

          Remember I mentioned that Jaisalmer had to be a city? The resort we stayed in wasn’t actually in the city. It was quite far. We set out for our tourism purposes and rented a taxi. The driver took us with him at top speed. Now, the sun was shining brightly, compared to 4 in the morning. Now, everything was visible. And yes, the place did look like a desert. There was no sign of any houses. There were cacti, babool trees and all kinds of plants you’d see in a desert. On the long dusty road, there were only three cars including our taxi. The driver was driving at 125 km/h. He told us that the Indo-Pakistan border was not too far. Out in the desert, I saw something unusual. Two super-large dishes with super-long antennas. The driver told us that it was the Indian army’s airbase, which was going to be converted into Jaisalmer airport. Now I was able to see the runway, shining and clean amongst the desert sand. We took some left and right turns before we saw some civilization. Small buildings, a few people, small cars, rickshaws, sandy hills, prickly trees and a network of thin roads. The city of Jaisalmer- the Golden city.

          The first tourism spot was a lake. The Gadsisar Lake. The guide provided by the resort told us that the lake used to be a source of water to the city. It was made by the king of Jaisalmer, Maharwal Gadsi Singh in 1400 A.D. There are many temples and shrines surrounding the lake. In the water of the lake, many beautiful small structures were built in which the king used to sit, relax and enjoy. Next stop- Jaisalmer fort. Also called the Sonar Quila or Golden Fort, it stands proudly atop the Trikuta hill, amidst the Thar Desert. It is made up of yellow sandstone. To reach it, we went through some problems. There is perhaps only one main road in Jaisalmer, as we had to reach the fort through very thin roads, all like the road of the Jodhpur clock tower.

          The fort certainly looks better than the Mehrangarh Fort, I believe. Maybe because of all the sunlight in Jodhpur, I wasn’t able to see the Mehrangarh Fort clearly. But this fort looked great. Just some hours after sunrise, the fort gleamed in the sunlight. Well, I couldn’t say that it is a proper tourist spot, though it is a UNESCO world heritage site. In the fort, people were riding motorcycles and cows were roaming around. It is actually a residential area, I suppose. The ancestors of the people living in the fort actually lived with the king in those times in the same place. There is an enormous number of Jain temples in the fort. All very beautiful. They had fabulous carvings. The guide told us everything about them. At the top of the fort, was a cannon, facing the better part of the city. We had a nice panoramic view of it from there. The guide told us about three havelis- private mansions, which were in sight. Farther away from the city all across the horizon, there were windmills. Quite a lot of them. Big and small, huge and tiny. I took innumerable photos of them. Coming down, the guide showed us a house, residential of course. But it was the most breathtaking. The symmetrical carvings were done to the level of a small sharpener.

          The fort also had some shops. We visited a stone shop. The merchant showed us many magnificent stone pieces. He was a collector of stones. He also had this gigantic crystal stone which was made up of many small crystals which were bigger than ice cubes. The whole stone was the size of a watermelon. He held some kind of record for that. We bought a small stone pyramid as a souvenir. In the afternoon, it was quite hot, and this feeling is best experienced when 6you are thirsty. My brother and I bought some juice for ourselves, but before we could take a sip, the guide led my father out of the fort and they disappeared around the corner. We quickly caught up with them.

          Now, the guide took us through one-way roads which had the width of about one small car. After reading till here, I’m sure you know about my dislike for crowded Indian roads. The roads were incredibly thin. Every now and then, a biker would come, brake hard, avoid crashing right into us, curse and move on. After working our way out of these roads, we reached a 2-3 storey well-carved building. It was a haveli of an important personality who lived during the king’s rule. Inside it, there wasn’t much to look at. But something was cooking. I mean, food was being cooked in the house. You might be curious to know what people of royal blood eat. The answer- plain old khichdi, a dish made up of rice, spices and green gram. One of the basic food items of India. Thought they’d be eating some royal food. Perhaps they might be on a diet. It was humid in the building. Then I saw some familiar faces. Two people. A married couple, I guess. I tried hard to remember who they were, where I had seen them before. I suddenly remembered that they were the same people who were with us on the Jodhpur train and also on the Jaisalmer train in exactly the same compartment. Crazy coincidence. Train, second train, okay. But now here! It seemed like they were following us. Probably might be having the same vacation plan as ours. They didn’t seem to recognize us. I sure did.

          The guide finally took us to the last haveli. Two havelis combined. The first one was indeed very beautiful and bigger than the previous one. Another well carved building. We had to pay a good fee to enter it. On the first floor, we entered a room. It was a temple or a prayer room. The walls were decorated with pieces I couldn’t describe. Maybe glass of different colours. I had to take a picture. There also was a camera fee. We weren’t allowed to touch anything. Tight maintenance. CCTV cameras were installed everywhere. But still, I should say, this is a must-visit place. The best decorated room I’d ever seen in my life. The guide then took us to different rooms. We saw a bedroom, dining room, dressing room, drawing room, kitchen, a game room, and if that’s not enough, a big turban room. All of them had displays. In the game room, we saw a model of the Jodhpur clock tower, and board games like chess and ludo, once used by royal people. The chess pieces were still arranged correctly. Outside the game room, there were some pots. No, not exactly pots, cauldrons. Big cauldrons. With a height of one metre or more. There were also some utensils kept there, which our guide said were used for making ice-cream, or something like that. Ice-cream? Are you sure? In those times?

          After seeing this haveli, we climbed down. Mother and brother saw someone making key rings. Meanwhile, my father wanted me to go with him to the adjoining second haveli. The first one was well maintained, but this one, not so much. It looked like a poor, old dusty, abandoned haveli. I would have added the word ‘haunted’ if I had visited it at night. It was constructed for governmental work. It had almost the same design as that of the first one. We both entered it. At first, it was a cool feeling. I and my father walking alone in a spooky, abandoned haveli. We were walking in dim light conditions, and I was sure that if I tripped, the walls would come crashing down. It was extremely dark and cold. And if that isn’t spooky enough, there were bats. And that terrible bat smell. Man, I hate bats. In the building, wherever there were stairs to reach other floors, bats resided, making their strange sounds. I tried to avoid looking at those creatures, by concentrating my vision on the stairs while climbing, but one of those little devils kept on hovering above me, flapping its wings and finally hung upside down from the ceiling. Not a nice experience. I’ve seen many of those movies in which hundreds of bats come out of caves, flapping right into a person’s face. Then we heard footsteps.

Now that’s scary enough. Cold footsteps. I imagined myself and my father in tomorrow’s headlines. Two people half-eaten by unidentified vampire in haunted haveli. That’s the last thing I’d wanted to happen. Finally, I saw the vampire. But this vampire had a hat on his head and his weapon was a camera. To be precise, another tourist like us. So, we were at least not alone in the haveli. From the top of the building, the condition of the haveli was clear, it was in ruins. Other things we saw `included the Jaisalmer Fort. It was the best spot to view the fort. From there, I again was able to see the windmills stretching from east to west, as seen from the fort. We had a small light-hearted discussion with the tourist. We explored the rest of the haveli. Some rooms were decorated a git. One of them had a gold checker ceiling, part of which had fallen doing. This haveli must’ve been feeling very lonely. Almost no one came to see it. The fee to see it was also low, compared to the first one.

Lunch time. We went to the nearest restaurant. After having lunch, we came out. To my mother’s surprise, there was a khadi cloth centre right next to the restaurant. Khadi is the type of clothing Mahatma Gandhi used to wear and preach about. It is basically a traditional Indian cloth. My mother bought some bandhini dresses for herself. City tourism complete, we came back to the resort.

On the day, the resort namely Club Mahindra Jaisalmer was having its first anniversary. For the same, at around 7:30 in the evening, the club hosted a celebration party. The authority had organised performances Rajasthani folk dancers and singers. The best thing- free food was given. Nice. It was one of the best experiences I had had in any hotel ever before.

Next day, we set out to see the world famous Thar Desert, the thing Rajasthan is famous for. The taxi driver flew the car at 150 km/h, as the road was completely empty. On the way, we stopped by at Kuldhara- an abandoned village. It was made of yellow bricks. Extremely lonely. It looked good, though it was ruined. People believe that the village really is haunted. A signboard said- All tourists leave the place after 7 pm to stay away from unwanted experiences. We left the place.

Last thing to see- the desert. On the way, windmills were seen. Everywhere. Some big project. Finally, we saw sand dunes. The beginning of the actual Thar Desert. We took a camel ride. Father on one while my brother and me on another. Mother was a bit frightened by the camels, so she walked. We saw the sunset. It was incredible. I conducted my own photo session while the sun stood still. It felt cold after a while. My brother ran down the dune, and then walked back up. He collected some sand in his bottle as a souvenir. We roamed around a bit, and rode the camels back to the taxi. This time, even mother accompanied us on the camels, after much of our persuading. The taxi driver led us back to the resort. We packed our bags and suitcases and went to the station. In the train, we felt much relaxed. Finally, trip over. The train reached next morning to Pune. We reached our home. This was my first desert experience. Never to be forgotten.

-         Manas Trivedi
The Thar Desert

Mehrangarh Fort

Windmills across the horizon of Jaisalmer

Sunset in the desert

Resting camels
Kuldhara - The haunted village

The record crystal stone