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my rendezvous with utopia
Posted by sidvikingJan 03, 2008 | 396 views
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As I stepped into the dark room intense searing pain shot theough my foot as if thosand cold needles
pricking at the same time.A gasp escaped from my lips and it woke my fuzzy senses and I began to take stock of
my surroundings-I was at the Darjeeling lodge and I had just stepped on the bathrom tile barefoot.The pain
continued and I had enough sense to go back and rest my numb feet (I could realy imagine what bollywood
actresses must be going through when asked to dance in you know what in Switzerland).I looked out and
Kanchenjunga glistening in morning sun alleviated all my pain.As the sun rays fell on it and the panoramic
colours displayed on it can even make you know who smile despite of being himself ( the references are
becoming obvious ). I went out and sat on the balcony overlooking the beautiful rainbow like town wrapped in
blankets trying to soak in thespectacle unfolding before my eyes. The sun was slowly climbing up; the trees were
gently swaying ; the chill was caressing my body; as if the nature was standing in defiance of the gentle
sun.The dawn wasjust turning into a glorious day and the surroundings looked splendid.As I walked down from
the lodge the road winding down took me to a big squarewhere some were soaking the beauty while some
were leisurely chatting while drinking coffee ; some were on a small pony getting ready for a small roundabout
trip.I stood under the shade of awillow trees smoking a cigarette the smoke making small glorios circles and
looked at the small cottages dotting the mountainside -all made from wood and standing precariously at the
edges ; winding steps led to their gates.The road looked lovely as it went round and round arond the houses
gardens -somewhat like a asphalt coloured snake that has wrapped itself around a small greenish
red-brownish ant hill.I continued my ramblings and with an eye for food continued down.It seems surprising but
in Darjeeling the small shops are adorned with such beauty that it wasabsolutely impossible to tear myself away
from them had my growling stomach not come between.I went into a quaint little resturant and quickly finished
my breakfast .When I stepped out the sun had already come up and children were walking towards their
schools adorned in colourful scarves and woolens.It was a pleasant sight to see this maze of colours.Many
college students were holding hands and sitting on the benches- the climate being too conducive for romance.
The small shops were closeted near to one another and bustling with customers.Women wearing colourful
dresses were sewing and selling everything from Che's skullcaps to Cobain's teeshirts to buddhist paintings
to small bells made up of brass, masks and funky jewewllery.I was amazed to see the women here being very
educated and well dressed.The shops were bustling with customers and children haggling with the
shopkeepers .People went in and out and a man was selling shawls on the street itself shouting at the top of
his voice and blocking half the path.These small temporary shops filled the street on both sides.I slowly made
my way through the crowds to the zoo....
to be continued
pricking at the same time.A gasp escaped from my lips and it woke my fuzzy senses and I began to take stock of
my surroundings-I was at the Darjeeling lodge and I had just stepped on the bathrom tile barefoot.The pain
continued and I had enough sense to go back and rest my numb feet (I could realy imagine what bollywood
actresses must be going through when asked to dance in you know what in Switzerland).I looked out and
Kanchenjunga glistening in morning sun alleviated all my pain.As the sun rays fell on it and the panoramic
colours displayed on it can even make you know who smile despite of being himself ( the references are
becoming obvious ). I went out and sat on the balcony overlooking the beautiful rainbow like town wrapped in
blankets trying to soak in thespectacle unfolding before my eyes. The sun was slowly climbing up; the trees were
gently swaying ; the chill was caressing my body; as if the nature was standing in defiance of the gentle
sun.The dawn wasjust turning into a glorious day and the surroundings looked splendid.As I walked down from
the lodge the road winding down took me to a big squarewhere some were soaking the beauty while some
were leisurely chatting while drinking coffee ; some were on a small pony getting ready for a small roundabout
trip.I stood under the shade of awillow trees smoking a cigarette the smoke making small glorios circles and
looked at the small cottages dotting the mountainside -all made from wood and standing precariously at the
edges ; winding steps led to their gates.The road looked lovely as it went round and round arond the houses
gardens -somewhat like a asphalt coloured snake that has wrapped itself around a small greenish
red-brownish ant hill.I continued my ramblings and with an eye for food continued down.It seems surprising but
in Darjeeling the small shops are adorned with such beauty that it wasabsolutely impossible to tear myself away
from them had my growling stomach not come between.I went into a quaint little resturant and quickly finished
my breakfast .When I stepped out the sun had already come up and children were walking towards their
schools adorned in colourful scarves and woolens.It was a pleasant sight to see this maze of colours.Many
college students were holding hands and sitting on the benches- the climate being too conducive for romance.
The small shops were closeted near to one another and bustling with customers.Women wearing colourful
dresses were sewing and selling everything from Che's skullcaps to Cobain's teeshirts to buddhist paintings
to small bells made up of brass, masks and funky jewewllery.I was amazed to see the women here being very
educated and well dressed.The shops were bustling with customers and children haggling with the
shopkeepers .People went in and out and a man was selling shawls on the street itself shouting at the top of
his voice and blocking half the path.These small temporary shops filled the street on both sides.I slowly made
my way through the crowds to the zoo....
to be continued
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