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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...
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Faces in the crowd - Officer



Samhith, with an officer from the Border Security Force, clicked at the Wagah Border.



The nameless, and often faceless people of the Border Security Force, are who help keep our country safe.... They were the only reason I re-visited the Wagah Border.... I might have lost my enthusiasm for the pomp and show of the falg lowering ceremony at the border, but for Samhith, it was a memorable occasion, one rendered even more memorable by this pic. More about my experiences at the border in the upcoming posts. 

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Location: Wagah Border, National Highway 1, Punjab 143108, India

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  1. MridulaFebruary 17, 2013 at 11:30 AM

    Amd imagine being in Delhi I have still not been to Wagha! Chhavi will probably come to the knees of this tall officer! Such a lovely picture.

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    1. Anuradha ShankarFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:10 PM

      Yes, Mridula... and she will love all that hungama out there.. samhith did :D

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  2. RenukaFebruary 17, 2013 at 2:26 PM

    I salute the spirit of India!



    http://renuka-mytraveldiary.blogspot.in

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  3. P.N. SubramanianFebruary 17, 2013 at 6:52 PM

    I too salute them. Unfortunately I could never go there though my son and daughter had been. Congrats Samhit.

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    1. Anuradha ShankarFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:13 PM

      Its never too late, PNS! maybe you will still go there someday soon!

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  4. R Niranjan DasFebruary 18, 2013 at 12:52 PM

    Salutations to those brave officers! Nice shot.

    http://rajniranjandas.blogspot.in

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