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PlacesTo Visit in Shimla !!
Before I suggest these so called nice places (according to me) just let me describe something about the city. The city is basically based or as you would say established around two main roads - Mall Road and NH -5.
NH 5 - When you visit Shimla from Punjab or Haryana ( count Delhi in it too ) you enter from NH5. That's the main highway of Shimla and dissects it from one corner to another.
That' s the other corner.
It has the old and the new bus stands and also paves a way to bypass Shimla altogether. It also has many diversions for entering the city from various other points. It is far below Mall Road which is almost at the top of the mountain.
Mall Road - Most of the places are located on it. It divides itself into four parts in the middle or you could also say that Mall is formed by the combination of two important roads which meet in the middle of the city.
The main attractions here are -:
The Ridge - It is what it's named. It actually is a ridge of the hill which resides Shimla and has exceptional scenic beauty to itself.
You can see the other part of the city by standing at just one point. It also has the tallest (in Himachal) pole hoisting Indian tricolours.
There are statues of the first Indian woman prime minister and first founding fathers of this city. That's not the limit of it as it also has space for Christ Church at the centre of it, which indeed was a beautiful piece of architecture for us. It also is the second oldest church in Northern India.
Coming back to the rest of the city. There is this other part of the mall (another half ) which has most of the fast-food joints and one special Chinese Restaurant.
I could not click a picture there as it wasn't allowed, but, when in Shimla do eat Chinese food there.
Architectural Beauty - As Shimla was built by British Rulers, most of the architectural beauty is from that era. The government there has done a tremendous job to preserve it as a part of their heritage and it actually adds up to the extravagant aesthetics of this place.
Tibetan Market - While you are on the left part (bird's eye view ) of the mall road you get a diversion to the Tibetan Market. It is 'a must visit' among people who like to shop differently. Although it does not hold something very unique but has preserved the essence of Tibetan culture among us.
Rashtrapati Niwas - The famous house of the Viceroy of India has now become one of the best museums in the city and houses many important articles pertinent to the history of this great city and India.
Kufri- No Details as it was closed at that time due to heavy snowfall. I reckon it would have been a sight to watch though.
Random Dance On Balcony at Minus Eight - Try it. It's great fun.
There are great many attraction in the city which you could visit eg. jakhu hills etc but we couldn't due to an impromptu plan and lack of time.
Bone chilling cold crept up from my legs into my torso. My teeth started chattering when I suddenly realised that the temperature had gone far below zero degree celsius. I switched on the ignition of my car and turned on the heater to full blast before my legs became numb. This is how I was welcomed to Shimla in the state of Himachal Pradesh, India, in the month of January. Luckily, my car started immediately against my strong belief that it would not in such a cold weather, as, that was the first time I had driven my Volkswagon Polo to a hill station in winters. I woke my college mate up who had coiled like a viper on the conductor seat of our car under the common blanket we had been sharing for past four hours. Being taller and heavier between us, my legs had to bear the wrath of winters as most of the time they had not been covered. At that moment I cursed myself for making such a rash decision of travelling to Shimla in evening. The reason for not doing that in the first place was …
Leaving from a very long and tiring duty towards my mess I felt that I was Old and Alone. While crossing the main road (as we have to; to reach the other part of the campus) I took a step down from the sidewalk. The left knee buckled and I almost fell on my face on the road ahead which was full of traffic. The feeling of being old was pretty obvious from that but soon after the incident, I realised that none of the people (my batchmates) around me came to help. Not that I particularly wanted them to come and pick me up but enquiring about not getting injured was at least what I was expecting out of them. Before you judge me, read me a little further. I am no fool who would count this one incident as a reason to write about this topic nor am I a man who is particularly sensitive to share feelings and someone who wants others to pity him. These are just some feelings which I like to describe to my readers from time to time.
Before landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, I had never imagined that I'll see these three pictures on the wall and start thinking about my own life. I had never been a fan of art because I do not understand it. I don't hate it. It's just that I don't understand it. Sometimes I do not get the point of colours too. It's strange and weird but that's me - Weird and Strange.
So coming back to my point which is that this was the first art sequence which made me think about things. Things related to my life. My mistakes and good decisions. My achievements and losses. My will power and sometimes the lack of it. My determination in certain spheres of life and again lack of it in some. It made me think how I am not perfect and how life goes through different phases as we age, as we grow up professionally.
First picture - here says to me that every human, be it a girl or a boy…