Thursday, 1 May 2014

Ghadwals ...

I was in the Ghadwals recently. and what one carries back, after seeing all the clouds and beauty and immense devadarus and ... is the memory of the local people. 

They are the 'donkeys'. Loads have to be carried up the hills, as the tourists need things. One local was carrying two gas cylinders, tied to a strap over his head up a steep road . Another was carrying 50 bisleri bottles strapped to his head up a steeper road... for all the tourists who would like to buy pure packaged water on the hill tops!

This is the story everywhere ...  there was this song one heard one long ago independence day in narmada, 'aaisi aazaadi pe ro lo, garv kya kar paayeenge ...'

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