Dilemma Between Udaipur and Jodhpur

By: Satyam Kumar (ECE, Final year)

Originally On: https://www.tripoto.com/trip/dilemma-between-udaipur-and-jodhpur-56851dc1634f0?ref=mobwapp&source=awp

Day 1 (Jaipur): 

First, we headed towards Amber Palace (Amer Fort). If you are a student then it is much beneficial to you to know as entry fee is only 10 Rs. But for others it varies from INR 50-100 Rs. (Don’t forget to carry your Student id card). Amer Fort is known for its artistic Hindu style elements. With its large ramparts and series of gates and cobbled paths. The aesthetic ambiance of the palace is seen within its walls. Constructed of red sandstone and marble, the attractive, opulent palace is laid out on four levels, each with a courtyard. It consists of

A. Diwan-e-Aam, or “Hall of Public Audience”,

B. the Diwan-e-Khas, or “Hall of Private Audience”,

C. the Sheesh Mahal (mirror palace), or Jai Mandir, and

D. the Sukh Niwas where a cool climate is artificially created by winds that blow over a water cascade within the palace. Hence, the Amer Fort is also popularly known as the Amer Palace.

Then we headed towards Nahargarh Fort which is around 9 km from Amer Fort. Here also the entry fee is very cheap (5 rs I guess if you are a student) else it is expensive.

The fort was originally named Sudarshangarh, but it is now known as Nahargarh, which means ‘abode of tigers’. Here you can enjoy the mesmerizing view of Pink City Jaipur  from the top of the Fort.

Due to lack of time we were unable to cover Jaigarh Fort as closing time for this fort was 6 pm. But if you have sufficient time then it is a “must go place”. Then we headed to Jalmahal. It is also in the vicinity of Amer. It has awesome view at night and you can even enjoy Rajasthani Street Food and can do window shopping.

Day 2 (For Food Lover): 

We decided to spend this whole day on trying Rajasthani cuisines. We first went to Saras Parlour (famous for dairy products) near WTP(World Trade Park)– very famous mall of Pink City for breakfast. After breakfast there is a Lassiwala in GT Road. The Lassi- I can’t even write in words -so pure and delicious.

Then we went to Birla Temple. Birla Mandir is constructed in the finest quality of white marble and the look is stunning during night. But unfortunately we visited there during afternoon. There is a museum also beneath the temple and a well maintained Garden where you can relax and can even hangout with partner.

Then for lunch we went to LMB Hotel at Johri Bazar. The prices are too high but believe me it was worth. Everything was like mouth watering.

Then we spent some time at WTP stalking girls :p and then went to Chauki Dani where you will taste real Rajasthani Cuisines. Entry Fee was 650 but in this they will provide you Rajasthani Thali(Dal , Baati , Choorma, and much more) , Folk Dance(On special occasions) , Puppet Show and you can even do Camel Rides , Elephant Ride and much more activities. It is totally based on Rajasthani Culture . If you really want to experience Rajasthani Culture, this is the place for you.

Day 3 (Udaipur):

We were very confused between Udaipur and Jodhpur. As we had only one day time limit people suggested us to go for Jodhpur, but I had heard about Udaipur a lot and I somehow convinced friends for “Udaipur: City of Lakes”. As Udaipur is around 600 km from Jaipur so we planned to take overnight journey.

We first visited Nathdwara Temple @ 5 am and luckily able to get Aarti also. This temple has highly religious Importance as I could see from the crowd; even at 5 am and the place was around 40 km away from Udaipur.

One of our friend was from RNT Medical college(Udaipur) ,so we went to his hostel, freshened up and had some breakfast. Around 10 am we left his hostel for Fatehsagar Lake. The lake has good atmosphere and and you can do boating.  But it has extra charges. There is a park nearby which has some entry fee. The park has a museum based on Maharana Fateh Singh. There is also a Shivaji Staute and going in depth of forests you can even enjoy Lake view from top.

From Fatehsagar we left for City Palace. Entry fee- 100(for students) + 100(Camera Charges). This place is a must go place. It has basically a museum covering whole Rajasthan History(of all warriors). The City Palace  was built in a flamboyant style and is considered the largest of its type in Rajasthan, a fusion of the Rajasthani and Mughal architectural styles, and was built on a hill top that gives a panoramic view of the city and its surrounding, including several historic monuments. The museum is so huge that you Should have at least 90 minutes to cover it properly.

After City Palace we went to Lake Pichola(Cover this during evening) where we enjoyed the mesmerizing and astonishing view of sunset. It was really awesome. Then we covered two nearby ghats from where you could see Jagmandir at its best look and realize why Udaipur is called city of lakes.

Our Decision of choosing Udaipur was justified and guys if you have more time then there are 2-3 places which we didn’t cover like Sajjangarh Fort , Jaisamand Lake etc.



Dalhousie’s Odyssey: 3 Days At Its Best

by: Satyam Kumar (ECE Final year)

Originally On: https://www.tripoto.com/trip/dalhousie-s-odyssey-56b0ddd94dd0c?ref=mobwapp&source=awp

Two travelers with twenty NITians left the college campus and began their unforgettable journey of 2016. “Chalo Badka Ji!”

Day 1: Kangra Fort Conquered!

We started our journey early in the morning. First we went to Kangra Fort. It is the largest fort in the Himalayas and probably the oldest dated fort in India. A long and narrow passage leads up to the top of the fort through the series of gates. At the top, it was very foggy and one can get the views of good snow clad mountains. We clicked some photos and after spending about an hour, we left for Dalhousie.

Two kilometers before Dalhousie, there is a waterfall named Panchpula. Waterfall is shrouded by green blanket of Pine and Deodar trees and enfolds refreshing water streams. It is a nice spot, where we spend some time and enjoy the loveliness of exotic waterfalls and the refreshing streams. A monument has been built here in memory of the great freedom fighter, Sardar Ajit Singh. The monument is built near the streams and has amazing craftsmanship. Nearby this waterfall there are few food and tea stalls where we had some snacks and started the trek of 1.5km to Ganji Pahadi.

Ganji Pahadi gets its name from the bald patch of the Barkota hills of the Himalayas. It provides the most amazing views of the surroundings. The freshness in the air at the top of Ganji Pahadi is intoxicating and is a perfect spot for an outing. The trek was little prostrate but after reaching the top we feel more enthusiastic and energetic, and it takes much less time to down-trek.

We checked into a hotel at Dalhousie, put our luggage there and went to roam at mall road. Then we had our dinner at some restaurant. At the hotel we spent the night playing Dumb Charades and Cards (UNO and Playing cards). Cards are the best way to interact and chill around. We were laughing and shouting so loud that the hotel people received complaints from others.

Day 2: Bow down to Pohllani Devi

We planned to start the day by first visiting the Dainkund Peak. On the way, we came across DPS (Dalhousie Public School) having maintained peaceful gardens and air force campus where it has a Airplane, a Tank and a ship. We stopped there for a while and click some selfies and then proceeded towards Dainkund. Dainkund is known to be the highest peak of Dalhousie with a height 2745 m above sea level. We found some snow there and there began snow fight among us. We tried to make some structures and had all sorts of fun one could have in snow. Then from there was a trek to Pohllani Devi of 2kms. During the trek we interacted with a local girl who carried a rabbit named Chiku with her. It was so cute like Awwww (Girls’ Reaction :p) and we captured some snaps with it and then we proceeded towards the next destination.

On reaching there, it provided a magnificent panoramic view of Pir Pranjal ranges and its valley. It was a breathtaking experience. The view was totally awesome. There was a Kali Devi temple at the top where no one was allowed to go except for the “Poojaris”. But for our satisfaction and the myths that we had heard of, we climbed up above. We had maggie and tea there. Maggie is always a part of trips in Himachal.

During the return journey, we covered Kala Top Wild Life Reserve. We had heard so much about it like it houses a plethora of various fauna such as the Himalayan Black bear, Pheasants and Himalayan black marten etc. But we unfortunately didn’t find anything like that and without spending much of time there, we left for Khajjiyar.

On the way to Khajjiyar, there was a road jam because a car had fallen down in the trench a few hours ago. It happened because the roads were slippery due to deposition of molten hard snow. We along with some localities tried to make the road a little rough so that vehicles could pass through it. After sometime we succeeded and headed forward.

At Khajjiyar we first had dinner and then booked a hotel. We had a bonfire with horror stories and goose bumps. There was a small village uphill to our hotel. Some houses were visible to us from our bonfire point. Suddenly at the middle, one room’s light started blinking with awkward voices and the heartbeats of many were fastest at this point. But then we realized it was electricity fault and the voice was that of monkeys. The night was spooky. We were completely involved in the horror stories when suddenly Sagar played the audio of a screaming woman in his phone. Two of us freaked out at once. Then we went to our rooms, took some deep breath and went for sleep as it was already very late (2 am).

Day 3: Mini Switzerland of India!

After waking up from last scary night, we first went to Shiva Temple which has 81 foot Lord Shiva Statue. Then we went to the famous Khajjiyar Ground which is often nicknamed as Mini Switzerland of India. It was a stretch of green land with a water body (Khajjiyar Lake) in the center and the closer look at the water made us squirm, it almost looked like a sewer. With pine trees all around it is picturesque and perhaps would look even more beautiful with snow. It offered various activities like horse riding, paragliding, zorbing etc. But these activities were a bit costly and most of us had already tried all these activities. So we decided to invoke the childish memories and we played chain-chain, ice-water, kho-kho and ate cotton candies. Sweet! This was something more amazing and we felt like if there is paradise on Earth, this is it. We enjoyed Khajjiyar at its best.

After travelling some distance there was a point where famous Bollywood movie “Gadar” was shot. We stayed there for a while and left for Jwalamukhi Temple which has highly mythological importance. Under the gaze of the Dhauladhar range and set amidst the undulating hills that character sub-Himalayan Himachal Sati’s tongue is believed to have fallen at Jwalamukhi and the goddess is manifest as tiny flames that burn a flawless blue through fissures in the age old rock. We reached there by 8 pm so luckily we were able to attend the “Aarti” and get the “Prasad”.

Finally the saga of exhilarating journey with my dearest English Club had come to an end. Probably this was my last trip with the club, but nothing less than an ultimate safari. I thank them for those precious and unforgettable moments. Each and every moment spent with you guys have been imprinted on my heart. I am going to cherish every moment throughout. Your companionship is ineffable for me and perhaps I won’t be able to find such good Jungoos…Friends to be precise. 😦


I am not crying like Sagar for half an hour…but it’s like I am going to miss this phase of my life.

Shikari Devi : The Road Not Taken

  by: Satyam Kumar (ECE Final Year)

Originally posted on : https://www.tripoto.com/trip/shikari-devi-the-road-not-taken-56631a92d9e90?ref=mobwapp&source=awp

I have been to several treks in Himachal, but this trek was an arduous one. This was the most ecstatic trip I have ever been to. So I decided to share this trekking experience.

We left our college at midnight so that we could reach the Janjheri (base camp of the trek) by morning and could start the trek at 7am. After reaching Janjheri, we decided to go further at Rajgarh from where trek was about seven kilometers.

Since we had left the college at midnight so we had no time to purchase any eatables. We thought we would buy foodstuffs from the base camp. But when we reached Rajgarh we realized that there was no one to welcome us but only an old hut which seemed to be closed for years. It was all covered with snow and also gave a haunted impression.  To spoil the suspense it was actually haunted. This we came to know when we reached the destination. Yes! we did observe some paranormal activities.

First one was the spookiest to me. The hut was locked from the outside but we could clearly hear some kind of pleasant music coming from inside. We wondered why would anyone lock himself and keep playing with musical instrument or something. We tried to convince ourselves with factual possibilities but could not come up to any strong conclusion.

Other one made us realize what haunting and fear mean. The moment the music from the inside of hut stopped, we got alarmed and paused our conversation. Then instantly, two among us observed a sudden appearance and disappearance of something. They couldn’t make out what it was. But they were sure that it was something strange, something that brought negative vibes with it.

At that point we were really scared, some of us even wanted to escape the place and go back. But we gathered courage and proceeded to trek.

The snow on the way was four to five foot deep which made it very difficult to trek on it. After trekking around three kilometres, we discovered the fact that we didn’t have water left with us. We could obviously not get water in the middle of the trek. After 4km, one of our friend fainted down because of weakness and thirst. The snow all around appeared ridiculing us. I recalled a line from school time poem that said,”Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink.” We somehow helped the friend in swoon to wake up and completed the trek.

When we reached at the top, there was nothing to eat, no shops, no sign of human life infact. Thankfully we saw Pandit Ji. We communicated with Pandit Ji and he told us that even he himself had arrived there a day before. This was because the trek was officially closed by H.P government and was reopened last morning only. He said that we will not be getting any food to eat. We were really exhausted and needed food and water desperately.

Pandit Ji provided us with water and then we requested him to get us some food. He gave us food from what he was going to eat. He gave us some rice which was enough for getting down the trek. He seemed like God to us. He was our saviour.

Later we talked about the hut with him and he told us the story which goes like this:

“Around 5 years ago, there was a lady who committed suicide. She was a great devotee of Shikari Mata. Now, her soul roams around there but it doesn’t harm anyone.”

Pandit Ji also told us the famous Story of Shikari Devi: According to him, the hunters in early years once worshipped the Goddess on mountains asking for success in their hunt. That old temple and Goddess is believed to be in existence from the time of Pandavas.

It was very strange fact that there will be no snowfall on the top of temple which was roofless. And yes we also observed that there was full snow outside the Temple premises but there was not even a mark of snow or water inside the temple.

Then we had some pictures clicked and purchased about thirty percent of the PRASAD as our food for the rest of the trek. Finally, we left Pandit Ji with a goodbye and went on our way back. After three hours of walk in the snow, we reached down at the base camp and almost immediately left for the college.

In this 10 hours trek (i.e. 4 and a half hours of up-trek plus 2 and a half hours of stay at the top and 3 hours of  down-trek), we experienced all emotions. We realized the importance of being together. We realized how tough it is for people living these snow clad mountains. Fun, hardships, laughter and friendship were put in this trip all together.



From When I Really Hit the Town

By: Navanshu Agarwal, CSE Integrated 1st year

This dates back to when my first semester had just started. I came to NIT Hamirpur in the spot round on the back of constant disappointment. Not qualifying for the IITs had shattered my confidence and left it in tatters. On top of that, being from a millennium city like Gurgaon, Hamirpur just seemed like my life condemning me to more misery. Something just didn’t feel right.

While returning from home after a short trip, the bus that I had taken encountered a landslide on a bridge and as a result we had to get down and get an another one from quite some distance ahead as the bridge could give away under the weight of the bus. Perfect! Now, the only thing that was left was for lightning to strike me or for the bridge or whatever was remaining of it to crumble away and plummet us all to our deaths. I made a note to self –  “10 to the ratings of this place”.

On top of that, I was carrying two heavy bags of my own and helping a woman who had a small baby with her, feeling a bit kind, yeah. At that moment I wasn’t sure whether I was headed for a course of engineering or “How To Become A Railway Station Coolie”. The path we had to traverse was quite long, blotched with scattered rocks. I could imagine the weighing scale going down 2-3 kgs in my mind and my mom exclaiming in delight – “You sure got thinner”. Huffing and puffing I trudged along the road. And then I saw around myself.

It was around 5 in the morning. The sun was just coming up in the sky from above the tall mountains. A few rays of the sun were just sifting through the clouds and falling on the valley below. It was perhaps the bluest sky I ever saw. The scene below was all the more amazing. The valley below was full of huge trees in full blossom. The dense canopy of trees below was enlightened by the sunlight dancing its ways through the leaves and morning dew. It glistened on the edges of the leaves making them seem to be made of gold. The chirping of the birds served to lighten up the atmosphere.

A river was flowing below, meandering through the valley. The dam water had been released into it and as a result the water flew turbulently like a swirling tide, ready to wash away all your worries. On top of that a soft breeze was blowing, the kind that tickles you behind the ear and leaves you wanting for more. The air was full of the fragrance of wet mud enticing the senses and would have left anyone captivated. It sure was spring coming early.

For a moment this just forced me to think, back at my place the natural beauty part was just restricted to the lawn garden. Instead of these melodious voices the only thing that you got was a cacophony of horns blaring, people shouting, machines rumbling. The putrid air, absolutely retched and could easily leave your lungs in a dizzy. All these malls and skyscrapers just seemed so superficial in a second. This might be usual for the localites, but this, coming from a jungle, was a complete turnaround of my perception of things.

In just a moment all my dismay was warped and filled with the splendor of this place called Hamirpur. More pondering over this made me realize how important it is to appreciate rather than crib. This place, in a matter of seconds, had changed my way of perceiving things – A Real Eye Opener.

PS: Well apart from this talk, I still wish this place a good branded food outlet. It would do this place no harm.

PPS: The weighing scale’s pointer didn’t go down one gram :D

Originally on: http://www.srijan-nith.com/english/from-when-really-hit-the-town-navanshu-agrawal-cse-integrated-2014-2019/

YOLO‬: You Only Live Once – Do it your way.


By: Himanshi Kaushik, 14580, CSE 1st year

Everyone you meet is going to have an opinion about you, but whether their opinion matters or not, it’s up to you to decide. If they are important to you, they might influence the way you think and live your life. But if you let them decide every single thing about you, you will start to die a slow death.

In early years of life, what others think and say about you becomes a huge deal in one’s social life. When I was  young, I let peer pressure drive my life.

I did the things they did, acted the way which was considered “cool” and even put away my thoughts and ability to make my own decisions. But even when I was considered as a cool kid, such acts left me hollow. I began to realize that this behavior had less to do with me being cool, and more about the lack of self confidence in me. What made it worse was that such acts further drained the confidence I had in me and I struggled to make my own decisions even on petty matters.

I came to this understanding much later in life, that the image I was projecting about me was a hoax. That I was living a lie. That the very people whom I was trying too hard to impress will never be around to see what I have become.

It’s not that the first impressions doesn’t matter, they do! As in job interviews and meeting someone for the first time. But what they say and think about you will never matter as much as how you feel about yourself.

Yes, you only live once! But why live it on somebody else’s terms?


Campus Diaries : How I came about writing

In fits and starts, memories are rushing down the past into this moment, like they were wary of the time they live in, time travelling into the time of our existence : this moment. It is usually not a good practice to develop what one wants to convey to the readers, while writing, but I’ll effort in on it to the best of my capabilities to make an exception.

The first thing that I did after coming to my college, four years back, was touch the basketball ring’s rim. And hence started my seemingly endless journey in the  awe inspiring  Dhauladhar mountains. Funny story I didn’t have heck of an idea which branch I wanted to choose. I asked my father to close his eyes and randomly fill the preference order in the online counselling. Hence, I came to be (soon to be) known as an Electronics and Communication ‘graduate’ . It’s my final year and it’s a pain instilled on a four level scaffold when somebody reminds me of the exams that are scheduled from after day after tomorrow. First level : ‘Exams are here!’ second level : ‘Second last semester is coming to an end!’, third level : ‘Final year is coming to an end!’, and the fourth : ‘wow! what after?’

In these four years, I was hyped as ‘The Man who can write’, which is and was far from the truth. But unknowingly and inadvertently, I really did what they thought I did. These four years I excelled and improved myself in the following things : Basketball, writing, poetry, reading, making and maintaining new friends, and well obviously maintaining the old ones. ‘Maintaining’ is a very mechanical term as if people were objects and not living things. Pardon my lack of lexicon.

In conversation with a new friend, a faculty member, I confined my deepest fear. The fear that I had not utilized the time and resources these four years of college gave, in construction of something that would become my expertise. I almost stopped studying, because the faculty environment was an impostor. I pared everything I thought not worthy of putting my time and effort in, and started reading and writing. And while doing so I found immense freedom. She made me realize that had it not have been for leaving the things that I thought I shouldn’t have, I would not have found what I did!

I was introduced to poetry on an inundating pretext of exuding impression. In 9th grade, my English teacher(with whom I was smitten with) gave all of us a poetry assignment. I spent day’s whole night to come up with three stanzas. On being asked if I had used a dictionary, I denied to sustain my mission : to impress her with my verbal prowess. She knew nonetheless, I could see it in her squinting and jocosely incredulous eyes. I still remember rummaging through the old stuff in the attic after years of having written it, in a red colored register. I had lost it, I had to let go of my first poem.  And then when the void of academics and heavy gamuts of free time periods started rolling in front of me, I started reading other people’s poems and works. And in my internship period in Mumbai, in the dazzling drizzles in IIT B, I started writing insofar that I lost the count of hours and days, the rains aiding this process. I decided that I didn’t want to go back and get done with my college. But this was just a flick of a candle, I knew that it could be foolish. I played safe, returned and continued with my streaks of writing and editing and re editing and rewriting and submitting to the online poetry magazines. Til now ? Rejections.

It’s a matter of literary fiction, what all I’m telling you. It needs an autobiographical literary fiction to tell you all that I want to. But right now, with an interrobang in my head, I would have to limit the words that are willing to ooze out effortlessly.

Writing is difficult not because of the structure and grammatical and functional correctness that one can’t do without, but because languages are words! Preposterous? Let me paraphrase.

  1. Thoughts are only approximately converted into spoken words. We are met with numerous situations in daily life where we find it abstruse to convert exactly what is inside our heads into words in conversations.
  2. And the secondary instinct of story telling (after food and the evolutionary desire to reproduce), is to speak about things and not write about it.

Ever had a meditative moment in your life? sure you have! let me give you an example. You are shit angry on somebody, irked, and you have blurted out everything you could on him/her. And the next few moments you are just staring, but not really. You aren’t thinking anything, for you have gone totally hollow and empty. Words? Words, I guess have the same urge. To achieve silence. I wrote about it with a wooden quill (it is called?) I was gifted by my junior on my birthday :

And in between swaying with my continuous urges to read and write stuff, intermittently guarded by the writer’s blocks, I found a new passion to look up to. To make people write ! Be it for any reason, or no reason at all. It’s still testing my enticing for good skills, and I’m as active as the space itself. To provide a platform for my campus junta to write on and upon, I started SRIJAN . It’s still in it’s infant stages, but it’s working!

I guess it’s enough for now 😀

Shivasthe Panthanaha (May your ways be auspicious)