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no contribution from tourists from delhi, lucknow, haryana, rajasthan, etc. saara kooda humara, khud ka, local, indigenous 🤟

when I tell someone I am from Bageshwar, 6 out of 10 people say "wo bageshwar dhaam baba wala?". 🤦  the other 4 say, "who tf asked?" 💁  for other zero people, these are some clips from our recent retreat there 🐸

tanakpur, a smol town resting at the banks of Sharda river. on the other side of the river there is nepal's brahmdev village. do people read reels captions? i love nepal. this was my first time in nepal. those kids in the second last clip are catching fish in nepal. political boundaries duck. thanks to my friend kaushik for hosting me. tanakpur is beautiful. it's better than haldwani. i'll settle in tanakpur after retirement. good night. #tanakpur #nepal #retirement

एक बार कोई रास्ता दिखा, चला, ठीक लगा। गोल घूम के उसी रास्ते पे चलने का मन। move on? वो क्या होता है? एक बार लग गई ग़लती से चोट। कर ख़ुद को ज़ख्मी, वही चोट चाहिए फिर से। सामने की तरफ़ मत जा भाई, वहां मंजिल है, दाएं बाएं चलते हैं। शहर? क्या? छोटा शहर? क्या? गांव के पास शहर? हम्म्म? शहर के पास गांव? गांव जैसा शहर, शहर जैसा गांव, पता नहीं। दूर गांव का लम्बा रास्ता। गहरी नदी में सत्रह गोते। बह जाने का ख़तरा क्यूं लगेगा? मुझे तो डूबना आता है। अरे यार लेकिन पिछले रास्ते पे जो साथ चला था थोड़ी देर, वो इंसान इस रास्ते पे भी मिल जाता तो...... तो क्या? कुछ नहीं। रोना मत। लेकिन पिछली बार रोने में कितना मज़ा आया था। अबे?

sweet dreams left vs nightmares in the right. . #sorry

aprl

Happy Father's Day 🤗 .................................. Stills - Udaan (2010), 2 States (2014)

One day, you are like a breeze of fresh air to someone, And then one day, You feel like you are an emotional burden on them. Friends, family, the loved one! . There are masha allahh days, when you are literally flying, And you wish little more than that... when you wish you could hire a boat, Sail 'em to the moon, Point towards the earth and say, "You mean that to me". . Then there are days, Inside a cage, Hating all your phases, including you face. You are on the verge of all the verges that exist. . The blessed one opines, "This happens to all, This happens to them as well, Or this might not happen to them, But, THIS.... is jusssst a cycle" . You wonder, What kind of cycle is this? Is this like a short Locust swarm cycle? Or a lonnng Halley Comet kinda Cycle? Can I break this cycle like the cycle that Guddu bhaiyya in Mirzapur, throws, kicks and say, "Abey izzat ki mayyat nikal jaati hai yaar" . None of the above. This is the cycle that brings the clouds, And then the tranquilizing rain.... Some mendhak-wendhak, then the unbearable heat, But then the clouds again.... So, What do you do in this? You just breathe. I guess. You accept yourself. Or you accept that you can't accept yourself like this. If you can't breathe.... you run. And then you breathe. Is that the cure? Breathing? No, it's just moving ahead. First, you be happy with yourself. "I don't want to be happy" Or..... just, fall in love with the unhappy you. . And guess what? Happy/Unhappy are just streams of the same brook, They are just praises of the same look, They are steams of the same cook, (okay sorry) At least they are pages of the same book. You read some, you skip some, At times, you tear some. You read a lot, Skip less, If it helps, tear them all maa ki aankh. Then read a lot. . And then, may be, some day, You get to write your own story, again. You might go on a ride. again? Or on a boat? Somewhere in Kashmir? (If it remains) Or Bhopal? Or just swim in the nearest tube well. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you don't stop breathing. You don't stop loving...... Or..... You might stop loving. Zabardasti kitna ghisoge? . But yes, you don't stop breathing. I insist. 🛶

"If I had the power to influence Indian journals, I would have the following headlines printed in bold letters on the first page: Milk for the infants , Food for the adults and Education for all" - Lala Lajpat Rai

Quarantine Day 4. @narendramodi Sutte ko essential commodity m daalne ke koi plans?

Google says, Autism is a serious developmental disorder that impairs the ability to communicate and interact. It impacts the nervous system and affects the overall cognitive, emotional, social and physical health of the affected individual. . "Specially abled children" they call them. I always wondered how they feel about it. Today our team of @taameer_artivists visited a school of these kids in Haldwani and joined them for Christmas celebrations. I got my answers (I guess). Well guess what? They don't feel anything about it. Words hardly matter to them. Emotions, love, and acts of kindness do. . BUT.... DOESN'T THAT APPLY TO EVERYONE? You, me, other children, parents, citizens, animals? It's the same for all the random ones. Does that make us all special? Ummm No. That's not how it works. Or It does. IDK. . So... Lots of people were there. Donations were made, dancing and efforts of dancing happened, singers of our team sang for them. Most of the kids were too happy. But few of them looked as if they are not feeling anything at all. And I started thinking about all the other days when there was no Christmas or any other festival. . Do these happy kids feel the same way as they are feeling today? I think yes. May be not everyday, not in their homes. But in this school, where they meet, they get to tease the likes of them. I just hoped that they are aware of the fact THEY HAVE EACH OTHER and they understand their friends.. And I hope they are "special" for each other 💖. ........................... P.S: These are the tough times in the country so it was almost impossible for me to not think of those things. I got to know that the death toll has reached to 18 in UP. I just wish that the world becomes a less painful place for everyone. Merry Christmas !

Gonna tell my kids, this was trash.