Sunday, 18 September 2011

GREEN GATE {PLAISTOW] LONDON

I am staying at Green Gate and here is one market on Green Street{FOREST GATE]    where 100% Shops are from Asians and by their name one would feel that he is in Lucknow ,  Kanpur etc. such as PAKEEZA JWELLERS , KHANA KHAZANA , ROOPA , NAYAAB ETC. There is a famous sweet shop also with name AMBALA sweet shop so on . Here Grocery Shop and all others are well stocked . Even in this season Kachcha Aam was available.




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ग्रीन स्ट्रीट  पर घूमने मैं ये अहसास तो  होता है  की  हम  अपने  देश मैं नहीं  हैं  सब  कुछ  साफ़  सुथरा  है  निजाम  ठीक  है  मगर  खुशबू  अपनी ही  थी  चहरे  अपने  थे   अजनबी  पन  का अहसास  नहीं  था

सब  कुछ  था  मगर  वोह  बात  न  थी  जो  अपनी  गलिओं  मैं थी   अपनी  सड़कों  मैं  होती  थी   वोह  बात  और  कहीं  नहीं ......................   सब  अच्छा  लगता है  मगर  याद  वोह  अपनी गढ़े  वाली  सड़क  आती  है 

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

UK-visit











Journey starts from New Delhi  Metro  Railway Station for Airport Metro Express. Station outside needed lot of finishing , cleaning , maintenance and so many other things. But inside it was all World Class , best and you can feel proud that you have got now World class facilities. It takes 18 minutes from New Delhi to reach Terminal 3 of IGIA  , a pretty good saving of time with all the facilities and comforts.. I saw Terminal 3 first time from inside , it is really good and world class. Since I was  an early bird I relaxed inside and in Lounge all sort of facilities including Duty Free Shopping and Food Courts were available. I opted for our own Idli & Bada in relaxed atmosphere. Then at 04.10 AM my journey to Moscow started and reached there after approx 6 Hours. For changing the Flight I have to shift from Ter. F to Ter, D. At my age and being novice it was a tougher part of journey to search the Ter. D and Gate 18 with my Wife so the Quotation




.The devil himself had probably redesigned Hell in the light of information he had gained from observing airport layouts.


Any how reached Heathrow at 12.30 PM  and thereafter there was a long long Que at Immigration Counter and it almost took one hour to reach the Desk where Officer inquired whether you have come on Holiday. Not at all at my age we simply visit to meet our near & dear . Here we would meet our brother and his family and stay for 11 day only and then move to Belgium to meet my son . 


So  the first leg of my 43 days journey has commenced. We are here comfortable and relaxed. Since my brother -in-law is a retired civil servant like me , we have got plenty of time to exchange our experiences and little tit bits.





Sunday, 4 September 2011

JOURNEY

I plan to visit   2 or more countries shortly , most of the time we will be in London & Ghent {Belgium}. However taking the advantage of Schengen Visa  , we may visit two  more countries of European Union.
People may think that we must be enjoying a lot  and looking forward. Yes  I am looking forward to meet and live with my brother-in-law and son  otherwise it has not got as  much  attraction as people may think.  The places are beautiful , historical , people are good but  age , my dear  age makes all the difference  and above every thing knee trouble and all the time lingering  fear & inconvenience of Glaucoma makes all the difference.

One should not complain too much and I am grateful to Allah who provided me such splendid  opportunities to see  his creations . This world is beautiful.   and in life  there are thousands of hidden pleasures , happiness  which makes everything worthwhile ..This  time I am planning to share my pleasures & woes with my friends otherwise memory is very short and we forget  those  little moments which makes us happy and contended.


Since I am going to live few days with my son in his own domain , one thought is trucking me .  




What is son ? Who is that boy ?  Is not he a carrier of my secret & unfulfilled desires   , my follies , my weaknesses or an amalgamation of all with improved version in all things whether good or bad. Once we grow old then we realize that how much we replicate our own parents. There is a string which flows in us  .


What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.