The morning potion of smell in a Mumbaikar's life!!

Our morning dose of smell as a Mumbaikar:-

5.30 am: 

Fresh smell from balcony garden, soft breeze of 12^th floor, yoga with soft “ zen music”,  morning flows like a supple silk hovering  your senses.

6.30 am: 

Door bells rings. Maid enters with tornado speed smell of the sweated flesh pervades. Three houses to attend no time for morning bath.  Cool down Gargi! I assured myself, it’s just the beginning of daily life for a common working woman. (Tell me if I am wrong friends!).

Sandalwood scented soap commingled with freshly lit sandalwood incense sticks, bath taken.

7.30 am: 

Husband drops at station.  The fog swathed openings, fringed by western-ghat range- smell of beauty.

7.45 am:

The train starts. The smell of fresh air, bit nippish… re freshens the senses. One station, two stations, three stations, the crowd jumbles up.

THEN SHE ARRIVES!!! –In different shapes and forms though on daily basis.

Scene I

A non-bona fide passenger aware of her forbidden rights, confident about her daily-fish market-hustle-competition- empowered vocal cord and the SMELL!! Turns off all the ventilation, whacking out the morning softness, desperate search of the trainload “Are the fans working?” The feeble effect of the vigorous effort of the whirring-above things increases the sense of suffocation. Luckily these fish market smell clears off between Mankhurd-Govandi-Chembur stations. But the reminiscence stays!! What a hedonistic experience. J

Scene II

Then enter the sophistication cladded beauties unaware of their wonderstruck. The unwashed wardrobe-forgotten apparels all of a sudden caught the owner’s eyes. The  try on old cloths for a new look concocted with smell of unwashed hair, face-powder, freshly painted nails, faint smell of new bag and shoes can make you enough dizzy to fell out of the couch if you are not strongly holding balance.

Our daily journey to office continues....with an self assuring hope of coming back home to wash off all daily-smelly business with a hot bath. :)

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The thoughts of anger -kill us but not the person we are angry on

A Small trip to traverse the past

Ambarnath Temple:-
Ambarnath Temple or The temple of Ambreshwar is situated 2 km away from Ambernath railway station (east). The lore says it was built by mythological characters ``Pandavas`` of our epic Mahabharat, nonetheless, unpretentiously archaeological facts do not support it. :) Chhittarajadeva of Shilahara dynasty started to built it and his successor Mummuniraja completed it in 1060 AD. 

The sculptures of  pantheon, mythical and non-mythical lives ornate every inch of the monolithic structure.The temple is built on black stone and lime in Humudpanthi style. Humudpanthi style is subset of  Vesara style which is combination of Nagara and Dravidian architectural forms.

Its eclat sculptures get it compared with Dilwara temple of ``Mount Abu``.

Now come with me let`s have a tour through the plethora of bas-relief. 

 Here, where thousand year old ladies can make your heart race fast!

Some more effigies ....

Talk about elegance, men are not far behind than women here. :)

  
 
 For some reason this little thing along with his group accompanied me in this 2 hours of pondering.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

The security debarred me to take photos of the sanctum sanatorium which is located few steps underground within the temple.

It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure ~Ernie Harwell

How to reach :-
CST to Ambernath is 58 km.
By train it takes around 1 hr 15 mins by fast local on central line.
From Ambernath station shared auto is available (Rs.10/- per head) for the Shiva temple.

Timing:- Temple opens at early morning remains opened till late in the evening.

Best time to visit:- October- January as any place in India is always nice to travel in the winter season.

 Return of an unborn soul

The nocturne:-

Is she crying?

Deep in the night in the solitude of sleeping souls is she crying?
My heart wonder neither in pain nor in ecstasy. It matters no more.
I am just an unwanted body less soul.
I see her bitter cry in the depth of darkness. I see her cry.

The fear:-
He is afraid. Holds his boy tight to his chest.
He wanted him so much we had to clear the path.
We had to clear, me and my sisters.. He wanted him so much.
But the fear. Why he is so afraid? Is he in pain ? Afraid to disclose?

The People:-
Thou people may kill but curse the others. Spell the suffering
They cry out loud
Serves you right! The killer of three...
The dark of heart, how many had to die in the face of desire...
We don't repent, don't go to penance.
Fear is unwarranted but the indigenous, crops the mind.

Sisters:-
I don't meet them often..
They are bitter.. mourn in resent
Angry in desire.. simple desire to be born
I feel nothing.. nothing is felt
Devoid the emotions..
I had to die..
Souls don't speak, they only cry.

The boy:-
Only him, sleeps in peace
Peace of love, peace to thrall.
He is proud to be in the world
Proud of killings,
Started long before he was born
It gives him power, power to rule
He feels nothing, nothing but righteous
Right to have a path to the mother's womb.
Killing is his right, Axiom to rule.

The fossil of incipient soul:-
I want to come again to see them all.
20 years later... where this violence has gone?
To see if  another Ram Singh is born ???