TOUR De SHIMLA

Day-4

24^th March, 9:00 am.

Incredible India!!

Morning Beauty

I Love This pole

Our Dear Hotel

The last day of our beloved TOUR. With a heavy heart, I am being able to write it. We didn’t have much time that day as we had to Check-Out from the hotel at most at 1:00 pm. So, we had to return to our rooms by 12:30 so that we could catch our UNCLEARED WAITING RESERVATIONS Train, the toy train. We left our rooms at about 10:00 in the morning, and just roamed about here and there looking for things to buy and just get some photos clicked. Well, there were many who bought many things. But contrastingly, by the time we reached our room, many of us (BOYS) had the similar looking… sorry exactly similar caps on their heads. By the God’s Grace and SAurabh`s and ASHU`s stomach sized hearts, I too got a cap I desperately wanted.

Jaaye Jaaye, EK baar jo Jaaye......!!!

Hum Saat SAATH Hain @Station

Finally, we left our rooms, bought a chunk of water bottles and were again on our feet to reach the station. Thank God!! Our luggage was taken care of by the HOTEL VAN, which safely (I doubt it.) landed it at the Station. Again, the same situation on reaching the platform: The train to be boarded by us was standing there, air-tight, sealed in every compartment allowing you to only peek through the windows. We made the girls sit in the LADIES compartment, which was vacant enough, and we outside were having a discussion on how to board this train. Imagining the situation of our arrival by the same train 2 days back, we finally decided to catch the train at 5:45 pm, last train running on that route, by captivating a whole dubba.

Anger of The NATURE

But that meant spending another 4-5 hrs on the platform. We roamed around the station, trying to find the means of Re-creation and filling our bellies. In numerous small groups, we ate at the Station Canteen, the food there was good enough and felt Home-Like which completely eloped our Hunger of so many days. By the time everyone was TUMMY_FULL the weather took a complete drastic turn: Thick Dark Black clouds with bursting thunder and lightning, Cold and Speedy breeze blowing through the Air, accompanied by vigorous Rain, a thing which completed our Tour of Shimla in the real sense. Again, BRAVO to the GIRLS!!

THAAKUR

Sardar KHAN

 Where the boys were shivering and had to pull out the moderate Blankets from their Heavy Luggage, the girls were just sitting calmly and enjoying the weather. But, we BOYS derived a game out of those Blankets: Contest started, who could better portray the characters of Sardar KHAN and THAAKUR with SHAHID BHAI and NARULA emerging clear winners. Another sport, which was popular throughout our journey : KAMBAL- KAMBAL was lively Broadcasted at the Platform , even in front of the teachers. That weather, a sort of helped us in achieving things which would either would have not possible. Like, the singing of DBMS Sir and Fareed Sir, along with the singing of many boys individually accompanied by SAGAR….

(Saale se bas kehne ki der thee, tayaar baitha rehta thaa… ).

KAMBAL KAMBAL..

Thirchi Topi waale

As the arrival time of the train was approaching, we were feeling a bit nervous as we had to catch this train somehow: by HOOK or by CROOK. But, seriously guys!! There lies WIN ahead of the FEAR, courtesyà DEW. We a group of boys, went to the spot where the trains initially stand before setting themselves on the platform, popularly known as THE OUTER. We entered into the train after making sure that was The One, occupied a whole compartment, locked the Doors, prevented others from entering in that sacred compartment and opened the windows as soon as the trains approached the platform. Our friends waiting eagerly outside i.e. at the platform, swiftly started pushing the luggage though the windows followed by the entry of the remaining students into the train. When we were done, we shouted so badly that even the ones awake were forced to close their ears. After all, the TRAIN at KAKORI had been looted of it`s seats. The remaining journey was like the previous one: CARDS, Songs, Talks, Laughter and Giggle accompanied by an Add-On The Shayari by many talented amongst us. For the first time throughout out Tour, I had a worthy and useful communication with the Ma`am.

LIGHTMAN Stop...

We reached KALKA and that was  the point where we knew that our NIGHT was going to be tough, really tough. With Seats waiting to get confirmed, we had made up our minds for the Strength to be required for standing throughout the night. Broken in groups of small numbers, we entered in different coaches, trying to manipulate whatever little seats we could get. Luckily, we were the ones, the ones of S6, who were slept the most. We all got a chance turn-wise to occupy a vacant seat and get a NAP for about an hour. But clearly, Gagandeep scored again as he was the one who slept for around 4-5 hrs, where some of our buddies were struggling to get their a**es straight in different compartments. May be we were the ones (of S6) who were ready for the worst, that`s why we got the best.

Somehow, we reached Aligarh in the morning. Went straight to our homes, slept whole day long but are still captivated in the dreams of TOUR, that`s why posts like these are brimming Our FB group. I wish and hope that our NEXT Tour, whenever it goes is much better than this.

GOOD NIGHT!!!
HOPE You all had a good tour. :)

TOUR De SHIMLA

DAY 3

23^rd March, 8:00 am.

We woke up fresh, in the morning of 23^rd March after having a sound sleep the previous night after 2 days. Four taxis were already booked the last day, by our bookie àDIGAR, to make us reach our much awaited Destination: KUFRI.

 At around 9:30 in the morning we all were ready, suited-booted to roll around the place and get some beautiful DP’s clicked. We all occupied the TAXIS, 10 per 1 taxi and BINGO, we moved on. On our way, we stopped at GREEN VALLEY to capture the greenry in and surrounding the valley and feel the ambience of that beautiful place. It was the place where we met two of the cutest YAKS, which would not be commercialized until you got over them. Five of us got themselves clicked for 100 bucks. I think that was a fair deal.

We continued our journey further in our respective taxis and reached KUFRI-> not completely, but only up to the point, where those TAXIS could take us. Now, there were Horses/ Mules/ Khacchars… whatever you call them, to display their hidden talent and make us enjoy that bumpy ride full of filth and hard, really hard Stones. There had to be some involvement of money, so some of us poured in some MONEY… (Hisaab se laga ke…) to pay off the required amount and were ready to get our a***s transported to the Real KUFRI, at a much reluctant and not easily affordable cost: FEAR.

One by one, we kept sitting on them and our rides began. Our DEAR DBMS Sir, especially chose a White Horse for his ride, named MANMOHAN SINGH, which was as cute and down to earth as a Cow and followed SONIA GANDHI, the horse of ANJUM Sir throughout the ride. Seriously, leaving apart few of us, most of us had their Heart in their mouths, throughout the journey. Whenever our horses neared the Cliff, It seemed as if the nature had decided to reduce the load on itself, by choosing us as the next Victim. But few GUTSY and DABANGG amongst us had the courage to click the photos and made videos of the weird expressions their classmates were giving to each other. I kept praying to God to shower his grace firstly on ME and then to these PHOTOGRAPHERS, to maintain them and their Camera INTACT.

My horse named TAARZAN, was actually like the original one, trying to move ahead of others, licking and hitting the mouths of his companions and that too at the cost of our lives. Laughing and chanting hymns, we somehow reached the desired spot, where for some time we discussed this horrible and amazing experience with others. Then we came to know about these Adventurous Sports there, about 5 of them. Again, the list was made of the ones willing to try them and weight of the Wallets was further reduced. Since we were a group of more than 25 students (approx.) to try the sports but the harnesses to hold us, were limited. So, we had to wait for our turn and gather the courage by looking at others.

Dard-E-Disco

Oh!! Man. The way we were made to wear those harnesses, was really a bit awkward. It appeared as if we were some Modern Day Superman, wearing Straps instead of the traditional Brief above our Pants. The DARD-e-DISCO helmets were limited in number, only the lucky ones got them. We tried one-by-one those sports, but were able to try only 2 of them as there was a long queue waiting for their turn. But, the feeling which engulfed us while trying them was awesome man, heart free of all emotions, we shouting at the top of our voices and Fear driven away by the Wind bursting our ear-drum.

Tashan Mein...!!!

HAWAA HAWAIII....

Inse naa ho paayega...!!!

Kya aap CLOSE-UP karte Hain..

 When all of us were utilizing our turn one-after-other, someone discovered the patch of snow gathered at some nearby point. Then, our response was Super-Predictable, picking up Ice, shaping them in Balls, running hard and hitting at   each other and that too by aiming tightly. Our respected Sirs avoided that play but when we insisted, Our Dear DBMS Sir hit hard at ANJUM Sir`s a** by taking a proper target and FAREED Sir advised us: 


“Aise pooch ke maaroge toh maar nahin paoge, bas maro aur bhaag jao”. Hmmm. Impressive.

Want to HIT us, see what we got... :P

Next we were destined to see the Apple Gardens, which were located at a nearby place on that hill itself. We were just proceeding there, then suddenly MASOOM, AMJAD and MEHFOOZ came and told us about the Snow covered Hill located below. WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Damn those Apple Gardens. We all proceeded to the SNOW. OH Man!!! The best 40 min we spend of that day: sliding on the ICE, climbing and Falling, Hitting Ice at everyone that stood before you, all the rivalries were tried to be settled out by bombarding each other with Ice Balls. There were some, who when unable to dig Ice to form Balls were throwing Ice-Stones at each other. Being the recipient of many such artillery, I was aware of the impact that followed. Clearly, DAN BROWN tumhe toh karara zawaab milega. :<

Boston Tea Party!!!

After full toned Masti, we unwillingly took our feet out from that lovable ice and sat at the Tea-Stall located above. All of us had something to eat and then we proceeded again to that Scary Horse Spot for another journey full of Thrill and somewhat less fear. Luckily, the horses during the return journey were mild in nature but were Out-of-the-Box thinkers as they loved to take …the path less travelled by and explore the unexplored… (Unhe kya thaa !!! It was we who were getting torn.) But, somehow we reached safely to our Base Point except for the weird and life threatening experiences by CHUSKI, somewhat less by BAQIR and TIDU. We posed for some time with the horse of DIGAR namely Chetak and got some photos clicked.

Cute CHETAK..

When we all collected, again we proceeded to our TAXIS, the same old TAXIS in which we came, went to one more place. Instead of sightseeing, we all got engaged in shopping: BOYS outnumbering the GIRLS in the same and returned to the ROOM.

Again, words of appraisal flowing out of my mouth for the girls: we reached the rooms at around 6:15 pm and within 45 minutes they were ready again to roam out on THE MALL road and have something to eat. On the other hand, we as usual: BATTERY DOWN. We ordered Dinner at our room itself and after feeling a bit energetic, we went out at around 9:30 pm, by that time girls had already returned to their rooms and were taking rest. At around 11:30 pm, there were 4 of us at the room, rest were roaming outside.

Roaming at NIght...

 In the Mean-Time a status was uploaded by one of us on the FB regarding some PAAN. As soon as the LEFT-WINGERS (Ya !!... they should be called by that for what was done.. ) read that, a vocal brawl took place between us and Those Left-Wingers. A situation that was uncalled for and could have been easily avoided and sorted out through calm and easy talks, took a Warm, extremely high and harsh tone to ….. just dump it . Whatever!! The mood totally flew out of Goodwill and…. Throughout the TOUR, it was the worst time. After that we talked on some random topics, but the Pinch of that mishap was still afresh there, on the top of our hearts.

Again, that day we were in our old prestigious form, it seemed as if the sleep had been omitted from our lives. We talked, danced (a little bit…), listened to songs, watched COMEDY CIRCUS. And finally at 3:00 am, a major proportion of us were in deep sleep.

Though the incident at the end was de-energizing but still the POSITIVE gathered and earned throughout the day was more than enough to bug these shitty little negative incidents out of our lives.

We slept, unable to PART from the fact that: tomorrow was our last day IN SHIMLA. Waiting for the sun to rise next day. Aawwwwww!!!