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...
Returning back to Mumbai, I found an opportunity to visit a place I had been planning to, for a long time.... the Joshi Museum of Miniature Railways in Pune...
As miniature railway enthusiasts, the only thing which stops us from setting up our own railway system is the lack of space! Visiting the miniature cities in Europe remains a far off dream, and the museum set up by the Joshis in Pune is the only one of its kind in India.
To read more about it, click on the link below:
As miniature railway enthusiasts, the only thing which stops us from setting up our own railway system is the lack of space! Visiting the miniature cities in Europe remains a far off dream, and the museum set up by the Joshis in Pune is the only one of its kind in India.
To read more about it, click on the link below:
जयपुर से निकली गाडी दिल्ली चले हल्ले हल्ले. I remembered the song from Sridevi and Rishi from yhe film Gurudev where this type of miniature railway musuem was shown along with a city. But that was quite large.
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