D3 – The chase begins

My winter production kicked off in full earnest today – at 0530 in the morning to be precise. For a change I was on time while Roshan lay fast asleep in the comforts of his ‘razai’ and just as we were about to leave he realised he couldn’t find the car keys – great start to the day I thought. Made it to Kurseong station minutes before the departure of the 6 am ‘school train’ to Darjeeling. After much hesitation, I set up tripod at the station and to my surprise no one realy gave a shit which is another reason why I love this part of the country – people don’t object to the use of cameras or crowd around someone filming. Anywhere else in the country and I would have instantly been greeted with the all to familiar, “hanji, permit hae aapka?? ” with a good 7000 spectators watching the proceedings by then.

If my computing skills are anything to go by, we stopped at no less than 22 locations en route to shoot the train from and contrary to what I had imagined, we were always playing catch up. Almost lost the chase on more than a few occasions. That steamer was going great guns this morning and was only 20 minutes late at Darjeeling. I say ‘only’ cause it’s no surprise if it turns up a couple of hours late on most mornings. Managed to goof up a lot of my shots but overall the experience was more than gratifying..

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D2 – Darjeeling Delights

Welcome again and thanks to all of you who had a look at day 1 and posted comments. Apologies for short changing you with that lone photo which was incidentally taken from the aircraft itself – look closely and you might even be able to spot good ol’ Everest in that formation!!

A leisurely start on day 2 thanks in no small measure to the cold which kept me from emerging from my many layers of cover. You can be rest assured the morning shower was even more painfull. The mission today was to location scout for day 3’s train chase. First stop was Darjeeling station.

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D1 – The lights from Pankhabari

Cold is an understatement. My feet are numb. This internet connection sucks. That said though, I’m more than happy to be back here – back in the Darjeeling Hills.

I sit in a lively internet cafe set unsuspectingly in the middle of a subzi mandi (vegetable market) in Kurseong. Music ranges from Pink Floyd to Himesh Reshamiya and the friendly folk in the booths adjacent to mine sing along regardless. This is the end of Day 2 of 5 of my Darjeeling trip and as you can see I’m a day late in blogging. Let’s pretend though that this is still day 1. Hopefully I’ll get to a faster internet cafe tomorrow and will be able to update 2 and 3 together. Till then, a very warm welcome to Darjeeling!

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The Mountain, the Moose and the Moccasin Man

Welcome to my first blog ever! Hopefully there will be more 🙂 Thought I’d start one after all since I end up sending out mails with photo attachments and accompanying captions. Sometimes this does get painful – not only for me but also for those viewing it am sure. So here’s where I hope to give everyone a chance – to decide for themselves whether or not they’d like to go through the monotony all over again..

Meet Ashwin – 29, single(?), banker based in nyc. Ashwin’s sister Shivani and I were in college together and that’s how I know him. I leave home a little later than planned (what’s new?) and hope that Ashwin gets to Fungwah before me and more importantly with enough time to secure seats on the 7 pm departure for Boston. He doesn’t disappoint. ‘Good going Ashwin’ I think to myself as I see him waving frantically at me from his perch inside the bus. The bus leaves 15 minutes earlier for some reason and apart from an F1 like turn somewhere in Brooklyn its a fairly uneventful ride (by Fungwah standards) to Boston south station which is reached only a little later than scheduled (again by Fungwah standards) at 10 past 11 at night.

Meet Bhavjit er sorry make that Dr.Bhavjit Ghumman (PHd), polymer engineer based somewhere in Mass. Makes for good matrimonial column stuff no doubt! Although he’s supposed to pick us up from south stn, he awakes only at around the time of our arrival so comes up with an ingenious plan to pick us up from north station instead. No big deal we think – that’s only another 30 minutes and 2 train rides away from us – exhausted as we might be!! At midnight we pull out of Boston for what’s going to be a 3 and a half hour drive to Gorham, New Hampshire (NH). Uneventful yet again except for NH cops pulling us over at the respectable hour of 0215 am for doing 75 quite blissfully on a 55 mph zone. Bhavjit gets away shaken but not stirred (read no ticket!) We crash for 4 hours at this overpriced Mt.Madison Motel in Gorham town..

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