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Monday, August 2, 2010

A PLACE FROM THE LOT REMEMBERED PICTURES

Jahanpanah Cycle Track (6.7 km Track), Chirag Delhi






Just a road cross away from my old house (GK-2), Jahanpanah Forest at Chirag Delhi used to be my daily hangout spot for the 5 years of my childhood, before we shifted to a different home. I remember glimpses of those days as a track ride on my bicycle, a go on the swings, and a few spare minutes in the garden with my parents and pet dog.




The Jahanpanah Cycle Track is joined to the entrance gates via a thoroughly landscaped park for the children and elder people to assemble and go about their recreational activities. Bushy ridges, planted flowerbeds, pebble paving and likes suits up the park. A corner is dedicated to a small nursery and the “gardeners’’” rooms. Opposite it is the swings area for small kids (…like me, as I was 3-4 years old back then) mushing around tagging along their parents or nannies.




The track on the other hand, still wears its natural looks, with a few flowery bushes planted along the stretch at intervals to demarcate a protective wall between the well-footed track and the wilderness on either sides of it. The forest holds a reputation for its wild Berries, Gum “Gond” trees, loose snakes, ostentation of Peacocks deep within its depth, and stray weasels racing squirrels.




Jahanpanah City Forest in the middle of the south Delhi has a 7 km running track with markers every 200 meters. It’s a great running location, considering that the forest is surrounded by really crowded, high traffic areas. Besides running, you can cycle there as well, along with playing in the little parks scattered all over Jahanpanah forest. However, if one slips off the concrete path, there is an interesting interplay of dirt tracks that go through small tunnels, leading to the ruins of a Masjid at its end. One can manage a 10 km run without ever repeating the same track.




Jahanpanah has its own nursery also. In addition, you can even see some peacocks. A lot of the trail is covered in thick foliage- provides a good respite from the heat. The park also has benches throughout the trail. It is an amazing feeling to see so many varieties of trees all around you and such enthusiast morning/evening walkers. The track has some small bridges for the rainwater flows and steep inclines and declines across them too. Moreover, cycling downhill at full speed gives all the thrill needed to end an eventful day. Not to mention the immense peace, the company only of trees and the challenge of an undulating surface. Most of the trail is quite desolate, and it runs by a number of areas in the city, so it is best to have some company when running there.









Sunday, August 1, 2010

A PLACE FROM THE LATE READ PAGES


Author: Stephenie Meyer
Genre: Science Fiction/ Romance Novel


The novel revolves around humans and an alien species nicknamed Souls. They are described as a formless mass of luminescent energy and silver shimmering gleam.

Wanderer “Wanda” is an explorer Soul, who has been to nine planets and inhabited even more bodies. However, when she is placed in Melanie’s “Mel” body, she witnesses feelings of Mel, but experiences them like her own. In refusal to relinquish the possession of the mind, they soon begin to appreciate each other’s her-story and learn to co-exist in the same human vessel.






One such adventure of theirs, talks about this place.







Somewhere in the middle of Arizona des

ert, Mel is taken to her Great-Uncle Jeb’s hiding spot. It comprises of a greatly extensive network of Lava Caves and cave-lets branching underground. A tedious effort, which took Jeb 15 years to perfect it out.

At first, the caves appear to be just regular caves, used by the remaining humans to hide. Just as the exploration begins, the features of the place brighten the footing. The cave

s are revealed as giant ancient Lava “Tube” Caves from a long dead volcano. Giant air bubbles left trapped in lava provide smaller chambers connected to the branches, which are used as sleeping quarters.

The entrances of the cave-lets are covered by a variety of makeshift doors. Some curtained off with patterned sheets of fabric; others had big pieces of cardboard duct-taped together.

Getting into intricacies of the hideout, the floor and walls have been rubbed off their sharp “lavacicles” edges. Lava layers along the walls form seating benches. An underground river opens up through a crack in the floor, within a cave-let and used for washing, cleaning and bathing purposes. However, the water has a Sulphurous tinge to its taste.




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he high roof of the spinal cave is pierced (both naturally and forcefully) at places and lighted with portholes sort of openings, to achieve visibility in the whole system of caves. A wide opening Lava Tube is especially dedicated to agriculture for

sustenance. The ceiling, twice as high as the cave was wide, was a maze of cracks. Like vines of light, the cracks circled around and almost met, which provided all the sun needed for the crops to grow. It gave a strange feeling of vertigo, since it was so much taller than it was wide.