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Street Views
A view from the streets of Bhubaneswar. The newly laid 4 track road which connects Bhubaneswar Airport and the upcoming Infocity at Patia . Bhubaneswar is making giant steps in the field of IT. Hope these will also bring some good news to the common man in the street.
One of the main junctions of Bhubaneswar.
It was a rainy day , streets were empty and here a aluminium vessel seller carrying it on his bicycle. He reaches the households of the city and sells it .
A man lost in thoughts near Bindu sagar lake .
Lingraj temple is one of the main attractions of heritage tourism in Orissa.
Bhubaneswar, the capital of Orissa, is also popularly known as the "Temple City of India". Being the seat of Tribhubaneswar or 'Lord Lingaraj', Bhubaneswar is an important Hindu pilgrimage centre. Hundreds of temples dot the landscape of the Old Town, which once boasted of more than 2000 temples. Bhubaneswar is the place where temple building activities of Orissan style flowered from its very inception to its fullest culmination extending over a period of over one thousand years.
An early morning view from the streets of Bhubaneswar. An elderly man carrying some house hold items , which he will display some where in the foot path for selling. These are some small plastic items meant for women and children. He has to start early to get a good location in the street. A struggle that never ends.
Friends on the way to school.
Shot near master canteen square of Bhubaneswar Town.
hub of bhubaneswar - Fortune towers.
Many of the renowned IT companies have it,s offices here.
One of the main junctions of Bhubaneswar.
It was a rainy day , streets were empty and here a aluminium vessel seller carrying it on his bicycle. He reaches the households of the city and sells it .
A man lost in thoughts near Bindu sagar lake .Lingraj temple is one of the main attractions of heritage tourism in Orissa.
Bhubaneswar, the capital of Orissa, is also popularly known as the "Temple City of India". Being the seat of Tribhubaneswar or 'Lord Lingaraj', Bhubaneswar is an important Hindu pilgrimage centre. Hundreds of temples dot the landscape of the Old Town, which once boasted of more than 2000 temples. Bhubaneswar is the place where temple building activities of Orissan style flowered from its very inception to its fullest culmination extending over a period of over one thousand years.
An early morning view from the streets of Bhubaneswar. An elderly man carrying some house hold items , which he will display some where in the foot path for selling. These are some small plastic items meant for women and children. He has to start early to get a good location in the street. A struggle that never ends.
Friends on the way to school.
Shot near master canteen square of Bhubaneswar Town.
hub of bhubaneswar - Fortune towers.
Many of the renowned IT companies have it,s offices here.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
One day in an Apartment in Bhubaneswar
I was getting ready to my work for the first shift and I was in the bathroom. I was soaping with my favourite Indian Margo, which my wife too agreed to only after she found that her Australian Madam at office had packed dozens of Margo soap to carry to her home at Sydney. Suddenly i heard some one running inside my home and trying to break open my door, i thought that some one forced open into my apartment and was trying to rob us in the early morning. My wife was yelling "come out come out" . I stretched for my south indian typical white mundu and rolled it over my hip and came out and asked my wife who was collecting something from her wardrobe " what happened? "For that she answered " Earthquake, earthquake, there is going to be an earthquake within minutes" I heard half of it and i pulled her from near the wardrobe and ran towards the front door. My neighbour aunty was there standing stunned to see my half attired body, she reminded me to wear a proper dress. I ran inside cursing that aunty, whats the need of a proper dress , if i cant survive the eminent earthquake and at least this is a proper dress in my hometown down south. Now i thought of my imported housemaid from down south the communist kerala. She was standing with no expression, she just landed last evening, she was just expereincing the earthquake operations which i was conducting.
We came out of the apartment and run towards the lift now again my aunty reminding me to lock the house, ohh.. i thought this woman is crazy. The building is going to collapse and she want to lock it. I ran into my house again and searched for the lock, i am losing time between death and life, i yelled towards the door where is the lock , My wife came back and we searched together, finally we decided not to lock. We moved towards the lift, now my imported maid asked us in Malayalam " wont we lock the house" by projecting the lock towards me which she was holding throughout the drama, since we were talking in hindi she couldn,t make out whats happening !!!
The language barrier i thought, wasted some more time between death and life.
The lift was working hard to evacute people out of the building, some how we manged to get into the lift, in the lift my senses came back, i asked my wife who told you that there will be an earthquake, she explained that a sleepy watchman came to our apartment minutes back and informed that some policemen one hour back came and told the watchman to evacuate people out from the apartment. One hour back the information came and now that useless watchman informed us i thought , this is ridiculous, in the next society meeting we should dicuss about installing a eartquake alarm system, i decided. But can anyone predict an earthquake, the question stuck me like a bang!!!!!!!. I thought of the whole stupidty of running away of an imminent earthquake which was informed one hour before by the policeman and to the policemen by the State Government officials hours before and to the State Government by the Central Government hours back.
We waited and waited outside the apartment on the footpath for the earthquake, people were taking out their Marutis , Mahindra's Toyottas and Tata's leaving their wives back, getting information through mobiles, networks were jammed. Then information poured in that most of the apartments in bhubaneswar were evacuated and people are in streets in the odd hours. My imported maid was enjoying every bit of the drama. The drama continued for some more time. Now some of the courageous members of the society started returning back and slowly we followed them and i completed my bath and had a nice soaping with my favourite Margo soap and got clad in my south indian attire white Mundu.
We came out of the apartment and run towards the lift now again my aunty reminding me to lock the house, ohh.. i thought this woman is crazy. The building is going to collapse and she want to lock it. I ran into my house again and searched for the lock, i am losing time between death and life, i yelled towards the door where is the lock , My wife came back and we searched together, finally we decided not to lock. We moved towards the lift, now my imported maid asked us in Malayalam " wont we lock the house" by projecting the lock towards me which she was holding throughout the drama, since we were talking in hindi she couldn,t make out whats happening !!!
The language barrier i thought, wasted some more time between death and life.
The lift was working hard to evacute people out of the building, some how we manged to get into the lift, in the lift my senses came back, i asked my wife who told you that there will be an earthquake, she explained that a sleepy watchman came to our apartment minutes back and informed that some policemen one hour back came and told the watchman to evacuate people out from the apartment. One hour back the information came and now that useless watchman informed us i thought , this is ridiculous, in the next society meeting we should dicuss about installing a eartquake alarm system, i decided. But can anyone predict an earthquake, the question stuck me like a bang!!!!!!!. I thought of the whole stupidty of running away of an imminent earthquake which was informed one hour before by the policeman and to the policemen by the State Government officials hours before and to the State Government by the Central Government hours back.
We waited and waited outside the apartment on the footpath for the earthquake, people were taking out their Marutis , Mahindra's Toyottas and Tata's leaving their wives back, getting information through mobiles, networks were jammed. Then information poured in that most of the apartments in bhubaneswar were evacuated and people are in streets in the odd hours. My imported maid was enjoying every bit of the drama. The drama continued for some more time. Now some of the courageous members of the society started returning back and slowly we followed them and i completed my bath and had a nice soaping with my favourite Margo soap and got clad in my south indian attire white Mundu.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Patia Liberated
Bhubaneswar 1996
It was a beautiful evening at cuttack road, we just finished viewing a Hindi film at Ekkamara Film hall and crossed the Cuttack -Puri road and walked towards Rasulgarg where the NH 5 meets with Cuttack Puri road. I was enjoying the walk with the fresh memories from the film,along with me was my Tamil friend, who have not enjoyed the film much. He was talking about how films are made in Tamil and how the film halls are kept in Tamil Nadu. After a lot of comparitive study he concluded hindi films are nothing compared to films from south. He now bored of walking suggested to call an autorickshaw, I too agreed, he stopped one of them , and this one was a good one, neatly kept , and a front engine, he asked us where to go, before my friend could say something i said Patiaaaaaaaaa...., my tamil friend turned wild when he heard my reply to that autowalla, and the autowalla too vanished from the scene. I stood there stunned without knowing what was happening. "What you said " my friend yelled at me "Arey mei to Patia bola" thats why the autowalla vanished" I thought my friend needs some time to cool down from this heated up scene. I kept mum . He told now that i should shut my mouth till we reach our destination. Another autowalla came into sight, he talked with him and fixed the rate and we reached the destination at Patia, through out the bumpy ride in the back engine autorickshaw i kept silent. He never bothered to talk to me also .
The next day at office i met him , in anxiety to know what happened yesterday ,that made him wild and mad in the road. I approached him with a smile, but he just stood there with a frozen look at me. I understood that yesterday's hangover was still looming around him, i took some courage and asked him about it. "kal kya mem kuch galath bola". He looked at me as if iam a silly creature and said why you said Patia to that autowalla, you should have said Chandrashekharpur or maximum Dammana Junction , after that point no autowalla will dare to go in the evening.
Now 10 years later when i ride to patia with my old bike , i was over taken by speeding men in numerous Pulzars and the most expensive bikes with their girl friends clinging to their backs and move beyond patia to the numerous Engineering colleges and various IT companies in and around patia , freely during day and midnight..... Liberated Patia.......
Now my friend may be proud of saying Patia to new generation autowallas and they too enjoy their ride to the "liberated patia
It was a beautiful evening at cuttack road, we just finished viewing a Hindi film at Ekkamara Film hall and crossed the Cuttack -Puri road and walked towards Rasulgarg where the NH 5 meets with Cuttack Puri road. I was enjoying the walk with the fresh memories from the film,along with me was my Tamil friend, who have not enjoyed the film much. He was talking about how films are made in Tamil and how the film halls are kept in Tamil Nadu. After a lot of comparitive study he concluded hindi films are nothing compared to films from south. He now bored of walking suggested to call an autorickshaw, I too agreed, he stopped one of them , and this one was a good one, neatly kept , and a front engine, he asked us where to go, before my friend could say something i said Patiaaaaaaaaa...., my tamil friend turned wild when he heard my reply to that autowalla, and the autowalla too vanished from the scene. I stood there stunned without knowing what was happening. "What you said " my friend yelled at me "Arey mei to Patia bola" thats why the autowalla vanished" I thought my friend needs some time to cool down from this heated up scene. I kept mum . He told now that i should shut my mouth till we reach our destination. Another autowalla came into sight, he talked with him and fixed the rate and we reached the destination at Patia, through out the bumpy ride in the back engine autorickshaw i kept silent. He never bothered to talk to me also .
The next day at office i met him , in anxiety to know what happened yesterday ,that made him wild and mad in the road. I approached him with a smile, but he just stood there with a frozen look at me. I understood that yesterday's hangover was still looming around him, i took some courage and asked him about it. "kal kya mem kuch galath bola". He looked at me as if iam a silly creature and said why you said Patia to that autowalla, you should have said Chandrashekharpur or maximum Dammana Junction , after that point no autowalla will dare to go in the evening.
Now 10 years later when i ride to patia with my old bike , i was over taken by speeding men in numerous Pulzars and the most expensive bikes with their girl friends clinging to their backs and move beyond patia to the numerous Engineering colleges and various IT companies in and around patia , freely during day and midnight..... Liberated Patia.......
Now my friend may be proud of saying Patia to new generation autowallas and they too enjoy their ride to the "liberated patia
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