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Crossing the borders of Mumbai as I began my trip to the Dang Forests Of Gujarat, came across this piece of truck haiku
She emerged from Tata and dressed up in Dahisar
In Thana, youth emerged and love blossomed with a lad from UP
Shyam (Love) how many faces you have.
For those not quite famiiar with haiku, you can look up
(Wikipedia), but to keep it simple, the anglicized version of this Japanese poetic form requires you to have three lines (instead of one in Japanese). The first and second are seemingly disjointed ("cut") and the third line ties everything together.
Thus begins a whimsical fancy to write a travelog in verse instead of prose. You are very welcome to join in and contribute if the pictures inspire you to wax poetic.
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Shrouded bodies stir back to life
Speeding trucks carry yesterdays news
A new journey begins.
arre come on, get to the meat of it!
PS: Do Mandu next Sept. Its crazily beautiful only in the rains.
God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. (Genesis 1.1)
Dang Forests in Gujarat beckon with their wooded fingers.
Let Genesis bring forth the journey to light.
Satnam Dhaba is world famous in Gujarat
A new friend offers parathas and advise
Mandeep lives the travellers creed
Black line, green borders
Growling engine, crunching miles
Maharashtra roads suck, Gujarat rocks
A sign announces a new world
Faces and language change
I stare into the mouth of the Dangs
Green line, brown borders
One trail, four wheels
A new adventure beckons
Gnarled trees circle the earth
Bird calls bring music to ears
The forest is all encompassing
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Originally Posted by genesis;1649157...Thus begins a whimsical fancy to write a travelog in [B verse instead of prose.[/b] ...
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Interesting way to write a travelogue clap:.
We run around in circles
Without a purpose
Sometimes circles have a purpose
We stand tall
We stand still
Our roots are deep
I flirted with the rain
I swayed with the wind
My roots were shallow
I tried
I held on
I let go
In life
In death
I catch your eye
Seven years it took to flower
Today I am a bare skeleton
I lean on my friends for support
A forest given away by a monarch
A place he kept close to his heart
The mango orchards still bear fruit
A labor of many a day
Woven silk shimmers in the sun
A spider keeps watch
The water runs still
Trees bend to catch a reflection
Quiet flows the Ambika
The fresh air I breathe
Gently lifted by the wind
I am a free bird
A winding path snakes back to the gate
Many a corner remains unexplored
It is time to find shelter
This place is mysterious! Nice
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Originally Posted by maddy42
(Post 1650491)
This place is mysterious! Nice
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Vansda National Park (entrance is at Killad) has very dense oak and bamboo forests which stretch on for miles. I had a 'guide', one of the people who work at the gate where you get a pass. After reaching a particular spot by car (with a small watering hole), we walked into the forest for quite some time.
At this time of the year, the bamboo dries out and falls to the ground, sometimes forming an arc over the dirt trails. There is very interesting scenery with the green trees and silver bamboo all around.
The area of the park once belonged to the king of Vansda, before he 'gifted' it to the Govt. The king's family still maintains a giant mango orchard in the middle of the forest.
If you talk nicely to the friendly caretaker, you can cut(walk) through the property and come out at the banks of the Ambika river which flows through the park. Beautiful serene place.
How about doing Dangs the TEAM BHP way?
January suits anyone?
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Originally Posted by genesis
(Post 1650695)
Vansda National Park (entrance is at Killad) has very dense oak and bamboo forests which stretch on for miles. I had a 'guide', one of the people who work at the gate where you get a pass. After reaching a particular spot by car (with a small watering hole), we walked into the forest for quite some time.
At this time of the year, the bamboo dries out and falls to the ground, sometimes forming an arc over the dirt trails. There is very interesting scenery with the green trees and silver bamboo all around.
The area of the park once belonged to the king of Vansda, before he 'gifted' it to the Govt. The king's family still maintains a giant mango orchard in the middle of the forest.
If you talk nicely to the friendly caretaker, you can cut(walk) through the property and come out at the banks of the Ambika river which flows through the park. Beautiful serene place.
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Very cool presentation for a travelogue genesis :thumbs up
I would not have imagined that some of the type of foliage shown would be found in Gujrat!
cya
R
Sir,
With all due respect, as mandeep will attest - you ain't seen nothing. Do Dangs in August and you will remember it for your life!
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Originally Posted by Rehaan
(Post 1654446)
Very cool presentation for a travelogue genesis :thumbs up
I would not have imagined that some of the type of foliage shown would be found in Gujrat!
cya
R
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@Rehaan: Thanks! A bunch of friends have been writing haiku on daily occurences and observations on our facebook accounts. Hence the motivation. It is quite an exercise for the brain.
On another note, my macbook pro has been taken in for some major surgery so will resume once it is back in my hands
@Mandeep: You should post a note in the team-bhp meetup section for a Jan spin. I would be in.
Black line, green borders
Growling engine, crunching miles
Maharashtra roads suck, Gujarat rocks
I hope that was said in good humor :) , else I object. I think you don't have enough experience in Maharashtra that you made this comment.
Nice photos !! keep 'em coming.
@Mandeep: You should post a note in the team-bhp meetup section for a Jan spin. I would be in.[/quote]
Doing it right now soumya :thumbs up
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