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MY SOLAN MY CITY

While taking a stroll on the mall road today it seemed that I m lost in this so-called urban new world .. I am born and brought up here and this is my city SOLAN.......

I have some selected stops in the market and every time I come to make sure to meet these people who have impacted my life in some way... some people we have lost and some are out of contact. So what is it that this city is attracting me every time and I am so attached to it.... right it's the roots, our Bachpan, the feel, the old tomes people, the old good structures ( but I m shocked to see the new monster buildings coming up), the old good lion, horse and the blue giant elephant in children park. Yes, they are my old buddies still standing with proud and welcoming me every time with a smile...

Times have changed and so is the city. Is it the people or the structures? While walking on mall road my eyes were ignoring the crowd and I think I did not even look at the people walking beside me. my eyes were fixed on looking at the buildings, shops and old structures and remembering old days... I was feeling happy and excited. Every time i come to solan my excitement level is supercharged... yeah times have changed—- now I am alien to my city. Nobody recognizes me any more, this is the urban population growing up very fast... sometimes I meet some old faces also but they are outnumbered now.....


I have some selected stops in the market and every time i come to make sure to meet these people who have impacted my life in some way... some people we have lost and some are out of contact. So what is it that this city is attracting me every time and I am so attached to it.... right it's the roots, our Bachpan, the feel, the old tomes people, the old good structures ( but I m shocked to see the new monster buildings coming up), the old good lion, horse and the blue giant elephant in children park. Yes, they are my old buddies still standing with proud and welcoming me every time with a smile...

We are so helpless that we cannot stop the change.. climate has changed drastically over the years... my old good friend the snowman is on leave these days too.

Where are my school teachers, Where are my classmates, Where are the old hawkers? I was thinking while walking.....

I heard in Canada there is a group for all solanites who are living there and the idea is super. At least they are keeping the spirit alive.. kudos to them......


Old times should come once again

So calm and serene it was

The chilling snow breeze

The sparrows

The cats

The monkeys

The hawkers

The puk puk wala

The churan walas

The malai baraf wala

Old school tournament

The red cross mela

The football matches

The bioscope wala

The comics, Ankur, jughead, Rajan Iqbal, sun etc


All lost in the artificial world I wonder but I am sure they all live somewhere inside each of you.

Times have changed and so is the city. Is it the people or the structures? While walking on mall road my eyes were ignoring the crowd and I think I did not even look at the people walking beside me. my eyes were fixed on looking at the buildings, shops and old structures and remembering old days... I was feeling happy and excited. Every time I come to solan my excitement level is supercharged... yeah times have changed—- now I am alien to my city. Nobody recognizes me any more, this is the urban population growing up very fast... sometimes I meet some old faces also but they are outnumbered now.....


Dedicated to all solanites who live outside with love......



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