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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

AN INTERESTING INCIDENT




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WHEN I’S CAUGHT IN A DUST STORM.

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Figurines made from waste and discards embellish the famous Rock Garden in Chandigarh.

 
It happened a long time back in the 1960s. We were living in Chandigarh. I’s a college student then and used to cycle down to college. It was the early days of the establishment of the new city ‘Chandigarh’. It was called the city beautiful, because of its well-planned structure, openness, and overall cleanliness. The credit for its marvelous design went to a renowned French architect Le Corbusier. At present, it is a union territory and capital of two states of Punjab and Haryana

In those days, it was slowly coming into existence and lacked facilities. One had to cover a KM or two to even buy vegetables. There were no vendors passing through the roads with their hand driven carts. Below, an effort with PAINT for once.

It was summer and very hot. Mother needed vegetables for the evening meal. On that particular day every week, a vegetable market used to be held in a different sector in the open ground. I offered to do the job by cycling to the market.Though there were signs of dusty haze in the atmosphere, I’s not dismayed. Armed with a satchel, off I went enthusiastically. I pedaled fast and reached in no time. 

I had hardly parked my cycle when unexpectedly a strong dusty wind overpowered the area.  It’s certainly a dust storm. It attacked gaining its full fury very fast.  My cycle tumbled down. The sand circling around was blinding. I immediately slumped to the ground and sat there with my head in between my legs glued to the ground. It was as if I’d be blown away. Small pebbles were hitting me from all sides. The sandy wind was rustling furiously. I dared not open my eyes. It was like a whirlpool of dirt engulfing me in its fold. A total bombardment of raging muck. It was scary.

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How long I sat facing the ferocity of the storm I don’t remember.  When mercifully the storm started subsiding, I tried to open my dirt-filled eyes. After continuous blinking, it dawned on me that already it was dark and I should rush back home. I accomplished it somehow. Everybody was worried at home. On seeing me safe, their faces lighted up. Inside in the light, my hair and face powdered with earth presented an interesting sight. An evening ended as a damp squib.

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17 comments:

  1. Hari OM
    Having experienced something similar, you brought back memories!!! We are reminded so often that we have not the power... Mother Nature does! YAM xx

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  2. You managed to get the vegetables?
    Your mom wouldn't have them on her mind after your safe return :)

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  3. An intriguing tale! I'm glad you came out of it okay. I hope I don't ever experience a dust storm.

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  4. Fascinating post. And how terrifying a dust storm must be to experience!
    Thank you for linking up at https://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2018/03/orchids-endless-source-of-beauty.html

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  5. I can imagine that "seeing" you safe was all everyone really cared about...:)JP

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  6. I so enjoyed your sharing of the figurines and your story. With your description of the sand and pebbles hitting, I could tell how fierce that must have felt. I imagine you had many marks or bruises. I've only ever experience sand blowing around when living by the beach during the winter months. I wasn't out in it, but it blew so much in the engine of my car, I thought it had ruined it.
    I was so glad you visited and linked with Pictorial Tuesday so I could come meet you.
    Thanks for linking up.

    Peabea@Peabea Scribbles

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  7. fascinating designs made from discarded items! and great story about you!

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  8. How scary to be caught in that storm! I love the use of unused stuff!

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  9. It sounds terrific and great you survived it alone! I have experienced a mild sand storm at beach that forced us to move out

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  10. To be caught in a dust storm in a developed city is indeed interesting! That too, the way I know chandigarh of 2018, seems pretty different! šŸ‘Œ

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  11. Now I need to look up where Chandigarth is ? I have no clue, but cool installation.

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  12. fascinating statues... colorful too
    that duststorm, I would not want to be catched up by it

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