...bewitching ladakh..... ;) :) ;)

O Solitude!
if i must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap 
of murky buildings
                               -John Keats

..for in ' silence ' i find my solitude...
..for the monotony of a quiet life 
  stimulates the creative mind in me...
..for in ' silence ' n solitude i find my independence...
..for in silence i find the richness of self..
..for the more inclined i am towards the religion of solitude,
  the more powerful and original my mind becomes...
..for in silence i find my strength..
..for in silence i can travel towards the infinite.. 
..for in silence i can peacefully create my words...
..for in silence i feel no longer a mortal..
..for through my ' living words ' i can scream to immortality...


 

..the carpet of velvet was strewn with the white and brown grains of sand that glinted in the sun..the carpet was the valley of L.A.D.A.K.H ....and the grains of sand were the houses of the town's urban sprawl,seen from 1000 feet above...seating on the seat in the plane...i drank in the spectacular view and could sense the cool mountain breeze,fragrant with those two most seductive  and elusive of the spices  : ' silence ' n ' solitude  '...
...L.E.H  is a sleepy little town ,ringed by the emerald terraces of wheat fields and thin parches of scattered green...
..Delhi...the city where i study right nw...is  a city having population that has swelled into monstrous size,it is a place with choked streets spewing pollution,ear splitting shrieks of automotive horns greet us everyday...
..i belong to LADAKH..n my place is an ideal getaway from the noise n the clamour of an increasingly overpopulated planet..its a perfect retreat for people suffering from urban shell shock..and the cure it offers consists of ' quietness  ' n a sense of ' soliditary ' space...it can also drown you in its rustic charm..n weave around you its magical spell of absence..the absence of the crowds..the absence of the noise..the absence of the teeming crowds...
..but sadly they are being lost forever to the relentless encroachment of progress..the beauty of Ladakh is getting lost in the greed of making more money...people out there are turning blind as their eyes have become tinted with the colour of money...
..i feel like a miser about such beautiful places..n i wish i could hoard it in secrecy,the way a ' miser ' hoards his gold...
..Gold...even at the record prices that it has reached today can still be bought...but i feat that ' silence  ' n ' stillness ' n the places where they are to be found,will soon be beyond the power of money or love...or both to purchase...
..fearing this i would like to keep such places hidden,out of the sight of the others,for ' silence  ' n ' solitude  ' are more difficult to share than even a miser's gold...
...but even as a miser fearful of theft is tempted to disclose his secret gold to strangers if only because he covets their envy which will make him feel even richer than he already does-- i can't help but spill the beans about my hidden treasures... :) ;)