Sunday dawned . Lazily, I pushed myself out of the warm bed. Through the window, the dim sun had uprisen, still misted by fog. As time passed, the sun and the fog were at loggerheads. . .each trying to supercede the other. At one point of time the warmth of the sun was very inviting. An ideal day for a scooter ride. I got the chetak,christened '225 Karishma' by the male siblings (its a charisma that the scooter still moves; "Karishma" in that sense), off its stand and sputtered towards the main market enroute to the gas filling station. With the fuel in its belly, we backtracked a little and rolled towards the Solani Park. The wide roads, now free of encrouchment of any kind, was a pleasure to drive through. Continuing down the slope and moving along the canal road, a most breathtaking live show of nature's beauty began passing by. The fields lush green with deep green wheat plants, interspersed with the bright yellow of the mustard flowers in the initial stages of bloom, against a backdrop of a slightly hazy blue sky warmed by a mild sun. I felt "If Heaven is on Earth, it is Here, it is Here, it is Here."
Its a wonderful drive down this road. The canal on the left, the greenry on the right, at a lower level.The ruralness of the area began to be apparant. Human settlements are on the right, some close to the road, others a little away.
The shrine of the Sufi Saint at Kaliyar was reached , respects were paid and the return trip began. This time along the old road from Kaliyar to Roorkee. Along the way were the familiar imli trees, the fruit of which had been tasted during my childhood. The slope and the dip along the road and a little later a rise up. This road has an interesting topography, driving thorugh which is memorable. This single laned tarred road, surprisingly, has a good amount of traffic. A large portion of the vehicles are two wheelers, the remaining being horse-carts, tractors and not forgetting the hardy old Matador,the poor man's transport. The older modals sputtred by,SUVs swished by, and the latest motorbikes whizzed by. My memory fails me when it comes to their names and their `cc '. So, in keeping with this, is a beautiful doodle of a bike by one Master Tushar Bhatt of Class VII. The firmness of line and the shading is reflected through his hand. Let your eyes feed on his artistic expression. Motivate ! Appreciate ! Inculcate !
P.S. Refer to the last posting...I have been corrected . . . The name of the contributor of the doodle accompanying the last posting is Akshay Pillai of IX-A. An artist in his own right.
P.S. Refer to the last posting...I have been corrected . . . The name of the contributor of the doodle accompanying the last posting is Akshay Pillai of IX-A. An artist in his own right.
