Memory is unpredictable . One never really knows what we will remember and what we will forget. Which is why nostalgia arrives in unpredictable waves, highlighting something and skimming over others. Recently, I have found myself thinking of how memory works, as I was assailed by nostalgia over a trip to Varanasi, a city I prefer to think of, as Kashi. The nostalgia hit right as we landed at Varanasi airport. The last time I was here, it was 1988, I was 13 years old, the airport was brand new… regular flights hadn’t started yet (I think) … flights landed about once a week, and for the rest of the time, everything was open to those of us who lived in the airport quarters nearby. There were fields everywhere, vast expanses of green… I have vague memories of corn and sugarcane… and being overwhelmed by the vastness of the fields (this was the first time I was in such close proximity to them), and the warm hospitality of complete strangers who lived and worked amidst these fields. I h...
Passing via Kangra Railway Station en route to the Kangra Fort, it was impossible for us to simply pass by, without taking a closer look.
Ideally, we would have loved to take the train... the Kangra Valley Railway is one of the Heritage Hill Trains of India, but time was a big factor, and the train timings didn't match our schedule. We settled instead for just a peek at the railway station. The next train was due only an hour later, and our delight at the old world charm of the station provided quite some amusement to the few passengers patiently awaiting it. Here are a few scenes from the station... take a look, and I am sure you will agree that these tiny stations are truly charming, compared to the steel cages our new ones are!
| A view of the main station from the platform.. and the manual track changing apparatus... |
| The ticket counter... quaint, isn't it? |
| Finally, this pretty structure stood aloof, probably a cabin used by the station master, but there was no board, so I have no idea what it is. |
Pretty and picturesque as it is, the Kangra Railway Station is not unique. We see such old railway stations across India, on the mountains as well as plains. Built in colonial times, they share a similar architecture, which today charms us by its rarity. Our new railway stations might have digital screens and latest technology to hasten and make safer our train journeys, but there is something about these which draws us again and again!
I have visited Kangra, Palampur and Dharmshala many times, but never got a chance to visit the railway station. I did few journeys on Shimla-Kalka route but this is something I have to plan in near future.
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty station. It still exudes the old world charm. Nice post.
ReplyDeleteOld is Gold - They say. Nice observation. Thanks for sharing.
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