Woke up to a foggy morning under a gray sky in Puri, a chilly weather for the locals but extremely comfortable weather for me. It drizzled in the morning. As the sun came out and the fog cleared a bit, we left for the sea beach. The vastness of the sea reminded of the Hindi phrase DARIYA DIL (Sea like heart), the term we use address persons of huge benevolent heart. How small and unimportant we are, when we see the unbounded horizon of the ocean ahead of us.
The beach was crowded as usual and equally dirty. Such a wonderful and pristine beach with golden sands and rolling blue waves. But its beauty is spoiled by the littering, petulant and pilfering locals and tourists alike, with an inefficient and corrupt authority looking the other way, same as the guy on the beach, who looked the other way, when I caught him scratching his private parts in public.
Walked past the SWARGADWAR cremation ground which was quite busy with several pyres burning. Swirling smoke was spiraling up in the air, slowly thinning and melting away. Reminds me of the eventuality, All your money and power one day will go up in smoke and it will be just the ashes which will remain as residue.
We walked past the Puri hotel on the beach. The jam packed holiday crowd shared the sand with pariah dogs sniffing for food. Many tourists posed with malnourished camels and mules. Some were seen snapping selfies of their half drenched bodies with their pot bellied partners in strpped shorts with hanging NAADAA (strings). As we approached the Mayfair, the stench from the sewage became unbearable enough for me to leave the beach. Now over to Rourkela for NIT Silver Jubilee celebration.
The beach was crowded as usual and equally dirty. Such a wonderful and pristine beach with golden sands and rolling blue waves. But its beauty is spoiled by the littering, petulant and pilfering locals and tourists alike, with an inefficient and corrupt authority looking the other way, same as the guy on the beach, who looked the other way, when I caught him scratching his private parts in public.
Walked past the SWARGADWAR cremation ground which was quite busy with several pyres burning. Swirling smoke was spiraling up in the air, slowly thinning and melting away. Reminds me of the eventuality, All your money and power one day will go up in smoke and it will be just the ashes which will remain as residue.
We walked past the Puri hotel on the beach. The jam packed holiday crowd shared the sand with pariah dogs sniffing for food. Many tourists posed with malnourished camels and mules. Some were seen snapping selfies of their half drenched bodies with their pot bellied partners in strpped shorts with hanging NAADAA (strings). As we approached the Mayfair, the stench from the sewage became unbearable enough for me to leave the beach. Now over to Rourkela for NIT Silver Jubilee celebration.
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