Road Diary: Nagpur

Good morning from Delhi....

Welcome to Circa 2015.

A new journey begins with the old likes, dislikes, prejudices, love and hatred. Tough to unload the baggage that we have been carrying for too long. New year resolutions are big jokes because if one is serious about anything in life, he/she/it does not have to wait for a 'particular' day or date for spring-cleaning. Enough of 'gyan-baat'ing!

Though stepping in 2015, could not help talking about stepping into an 1898 Maharajah Express bogie owned and operated by our erstwhile rulers - no, no, am not talking about the 10 Janpath parivar, now in the dog house. Temporarily, I wish.

This wooden box that trundled on the tracks was of British Railways saga. A transporter friend bought for a princely sum and maintaining it till this date. Everything is as it was - including the toilet. Old style fans. Old style pantry. Old style cot. Everything is as it was when it ferried Britishers and their Indian 'chelas' - the High Commands of those time.
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By the by, this transporter friend has built a pucca railway station in his farm on the outskirts of Orange City where wedding receptions are held.

Folks, am back after a fortnight long battery recharge. Packed and ready to leave the most horrendous Delhi weather for the next 3 days in the next few hours.. More to share when I will be back.

Till then, Ciao!