A VIVID MEMORY / BY AMRITA DAS
Spitting of rain and roaring of wind always allure a nature lover. This feeling posits itself in a different level. It's like closing the eyes and perceiving the beauty. And a book lover who carries Romantic poets like Wordsworth , Coleridge in her heart , for her witnessing these beauty is nothing less than congregating happiness and flourishing heart.
Being solitude never disappoints me rather it emanates another type of complacency. Same happened to me on 4th of July though I was not lonely at that time , my circumstances allowed me to be. It was an auspicious day for Hindu culture , the day of Rath Yatra and my husband was on leave. So in the evening time we decided to visit nearby Iscon temple. The road was almost blocked everywhere because of the crowd and the march of the worshippers. Still we managed to get short cuts and after an immense search of the exact location of the temple at last reached there after 30 minutes.
But this blog is not about the temple or our journey either. The mob of the temple did not allow me to gather courage to enter. So our obeisance was from outside and we returned. But on the returning path we suddenly discovered a cliffy area and saw many people there. It was looking like a bank of river or sea because both are here in Surat. And always the river or sea areas attract us so we decided to peep what was there behind the high cliff. As this was not too steep we climbed up easily and explored that it was the bank of river Tapi. Having a glimpse of it the first thought came into my mind that this part of the river is at least full of water because most of the portion of the river I have seen after coming to Surat is dry. Immediately I decided to stay there for the few minutes. I never reconcile myself from having experienced this soothing emotions into the lap of nature. As it was raining lightly the weather made my day and we rushed to the hem of the river. Not only that my heart leapt up when saw boats ferried , probably they were the fisherman. The nostalgia started exactly at that time and I lost myself to my childhood days when I with my family used to cross river from Kolkata to Sundarban to visit our grandparents. Sometimes we crossed the Canning river, a place in West Bengal , by walking during ebb. The mangrove forests , red soil and crabs did attract my childhood mind as it does now-a-days. But these are mere memory because everywhere the river is getting dried day by day and the climate change is turning its worse. In spite of that my memories can't be faded easily as I myself had experienced all these. Not only in the village sides our Kolkata at that time was totally different from now. Then Monsoon means only water and water which filled all the roads, ponds, canals and me and my friends used to catch unknown creatures and various fishes. Nothing thwarted us from getting pleasure from the mother nature. But now for a child playthings mean only mobile phones and gadgets. However, my husband's sudden calling and the nuisance of few denizens there I returned to present. But the sight along with those memories gathered happiness. The feelings , emotions are beyond words to express though I have tried my best to express.
But the grim reality appeared after a few minutes and a couple who had been worshipping the river for at least 45 minutes at last showed their foolishness and dumped all the wastages into the river. How much ignorance they are? Really I do wonder why they are so careless when every single days updates about the pollution, climate change trying to alert the world. It is truly said that an uneducated person can be 'educated' with proper education but an imbecile can never be. But this place was enjoyable to me with the flying birds and local boys fluttering into water and hopefully it would bring certain relief from the busy schedules for a nature lover.
Spitting of rain and roaring of wind always allure a nature lover. This feeling posits itself in a different level. It's like closing the eyes and perceiving the beauty. And a book lover who carries Romantic poets like Wordsworth , Coleridge in her heart , for her witnessing these beauty is nothing less than congregating happiness and flourishing heart.
Being solitude never disappoints me rather it emanates another type of complacency. Same happened to me on 4th of July though I was not lonely at that time , my circumstances allowed me to be. It was an auspicious day for Hindu culture , the day of Rath Yatra and my husband was on leave. So in the evening time we decided to visit nearby Iscon temple. The road was almost blocked everywhere because of the crowd and the march of the worshippers. Still we managed to get short cuts and after an immense search of the exact location of the temple at last reached there after 30 minutes.
But this blog is not about the temple or our journey either. The mob of the temple did not allow me to gather courage to enter. So our obeisance was from outside and we returned. But on the returning path we suddenly discovered a cliffy area and saw many people there. It was looking like a bank of river or sea because both are here in Surat. And always the river or sea areas attract us so we decided to peep what was there behind the high cliff. As this was not too steep we climbed up easily and explored that it was the bank of river Tapi. Having a glimpse of it the first thought came into my mind that this part of the river is at least full of water because most of the portion of the river I have seen after coming to Surat is dry. Immediately I decided to stay there for the few minutes. I never reconcile myself from having experienced this soothing emotions into the lap of nature. As it was raining lightly the weather made my day and we rushed to the hem of the river. Not only that my heart leapt up when saw boats ferried , probably they were the fisherman. The nostalgia started exactly at that time and I lost myself to my childhood days when I with my family used to cross river from Kolkata to Sundarban to visit our grandparents. Sometimes we crossed the Canning river, a place in West Bengal , by walking during ebb. The mangrove forests , red soil and crabs did attract my childhood mind as it does now-a-days. But these are mere memory because everywhere the river is getting dried day by day and the climate change is turning its worse. In spite of that my memories can't be faded easily as I myself had experienced all these. Not only in the village sides our Kolkata at that time was totally different from now. Then Monsoon means only water and water which filled all the roads, ponds, canals and me and my friends used to catch unknown creatures and various fishes. Nothing thwarted us from getting pleasure from the mother nature. But now for a child playthings mean only mobile phones and gadgets. However, my husband's sudden calling and the nuisance of few denizens there I returned to present. But the sight along with those memories gathered happiness. The feelings , emotions are beyond words to express though I have tried my best to express.
But the grim reality appeared after a few minutes and a couple who had been worshipping the river for at least 45 minutes at last showed their foolishness and dumped all the wastages into the river. How much ignorance they are? Really I do wonder why they are so careless when every single days updates about the pollution, climate change trying to alert the world. It is truly said that an uneducated person can be 'educated' with proper education but an imbecile can never be. But this place was enjoyable to me with the flying birds and local boys fluttering into water and hopefully it would bring certain relief from the busy schedules for a nature lover.
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