pyare baraf bhagvan or dear dear god of snow,
it has been 2 years since you visited shimla and around. everyone, including me, a petty visitor, is eagerly waiting to see how this lazy beautiful place becomes white fur covered lazy and more beautiful place. you not only help the poor apple trees to keep themselves fresh for the next season, but also the poor people to keep themselves going in the snow-tourist season. you also i guess shield the mindless development that makes this place a bit tyaaan. (sound of the word tyaaan = not very appealing, as opposed to sound of the word toink = calvin hit a bright idea)
there have been usual rounds of rumours about dates and times of your arrival. though we wish the rumours had some water in it, all we got was random clouds walking around shimla like a disinterested stray dog.
we met many many apple orchard owners. some rich, some poor. the rich may tide over this season as well. they also have alternative income options like vehicle business. but some like bidiyaviti has already started selling things which she does not use at home. and the grim possibility of permanent damage to these half painted apple trees, which take 10 years to start yielding fruits, if it does not rain. also if u come too late, then the delicate flowers won't hold up against your chill hugs. so hurry up please.
also a shopkeeper in mall road has not placed any order for woollen socks as she is convinced she won't be able to sell them. "jab tak baraf nahi ati, tourist kaise aayenge?" (how will the tourists come, if it doesn't snow?) good question!
on my way back from thanedar and korgarh, a tourist taxi stopped and asked where will they find snow. we had spotted some spots of snow (rather dirtish ice patches, still a novelty for tourists from the plains). as we directed them, the taxi stereo started playing, "der na ho jaye kahin, der na ho jaye, aaja re mahi". remember that old old song from henna which had a pakistani star who acted in raj kapoor's lastish movie. it is funny how tourist taxis always play these strange forgotten but apt numbers.
so there, come soon. the rumour of arrival on 29th is behind us. please dont prove the scary enviornmetalists right who threaten and warn us global warming, deforestation, urbanisation theories.
just come yaar.
with love,
all of us.
it has been 2 years since you visited shimla and around. everyone, including me, a petty visitor, is eagerly waiting to see how this lazy beautiful place becomes white fur covered lazy and more beautiful place. you not only help the poor apple trees to keep themselves fresh for the next season, but also the poor people to keep themselves going in the snow-tourist season. you also i guess shield the mindless development that makes this place a bit tyaaan. (sound of the word tyaaan = not very appealing, as opposed to sound of the word toink = calvin hit a bright idea)
there have been usual rounds of rumours about dates and times of your arrival. though we wish the rumours had some water in it, all we got was random clouds walking around shimla like a disinterested stray dog.
we met many many apple orchard owners. some rich, some poor. the rich may tide over this season as well. they also have alternative income options like vehicle business. but some like bidiyaviti has already started selling things which she does not use at home. and the grim possibility of permanent damage to these half painted apple trees, which take 10 years to start yielding fruits, if it does not rain. also if u come too late, then the delicate flowers won't hold up against your chill hugs. so hurry up please.
also a shopkeeper in mall road has not placed any order for woollen socks as she is convinced she won't be able to sell them. "jab tak baraf nahi ati, tourist kaise aayenge?" (how will the tourists come, if it doesn't snow?) good question!
on my way back from thanedar and korgarh, a tourist taxi stopped and asked where will they find snow. we had spotted some spots of snow (rather dirtish ice patches, still a novelty for tourists from the plains). as we directed them, the taxi stereo started playing, "der na ho jaye kahin, der na ho jaye, aaja re mahi". remember that old old song from henna which had a pakistani star who acted in raj kapoor's lastish movie. it is funny how tourist taxis always play these strange forgotten but apt numbers.
so there, come soon. the rumour of arrival on 29th is behind us. please dont prove the scary enviornmetalists right who threaten and warn us global warming, deforestation, urbanisation theories.
just come yaar.
with love,
all of us.
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