Question

Write a diary entry after having visited the some places of udaipur

Answer 1

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It took me more than a month to bring out this travel note. Past few days have not been easy for me as a writer; writing did not come naturally. Being myself was tough. I was, and I still am blocked with my book, reading about Spain, and the story is going nowhere. I went into what we call as ‘writer’s block’, which is the reason I took so long to write about this trip. Blocks are not good for a writer like me, who works long hours and writes into midnight. This may not be the best of my works; I could not even find a better title for this travel note. Udaipur Diary sounds insipid, like a textbook chapter. I request readers to help the writer by suggesting a better title, doing this would remind you of school days when a fixed question in reading comprehension was ‘suggest an alternative title for the story.’

This time it wasn't a lonely trip. Rahul WhatsApped me Diwali morning asking, 'kya plan hai aajKa?' I was too sleepyhead to answer at first. By the time I woke up, he called and asked if I was in for a trip. We agreed to decide the destination over lunch. 

We had two options- Saputara, which is a tribal hill station in the south of Gujarat, and Udaipur. ‘I want to go outside Gujarat, for obvious reasons.’ I understood that it is tough to find poison in Gujarat during the festive season. So Udaipur it was. Tickets were booked soon after lunch, bags were packed by evening. The bus was due in one hour. The trip began with a cutting chai and wait for bus to arrive. 

Rahul is the Relationship Manager for my clients, or, in other words; I am the operations guy for his clients. So we had a lot of business to talk about. After long business talks, finally the bus arrived.  

Just as the bus took off, we sawJhankaar Beats to kill time. I could clearly see that the film was boring Rahul to death, but then leaving a film halfway is never the solution. If it is nonsense, then nonsense has to be finished. Leaving nonsense halfway is more dangerous.

We reached Udaipur early morning. I was happy to be back in Rajasthan, I was back in the land of Gallantry after ten years. First time when I went to Rajasthan, I was three. For a long time, the only view of Rajasthan I carried in my photo memory was the dark well at Ajmer Dargah, the shrine of the 12th century Sufi Saint Khwaja Muinuddin Chishti. Then in 2003; I was again in Rajasthan when I left home to start a life, to start my bachelorhood in Kota. Then, I was a student, new to the world. This time, I came as a tourist. 

Udaipur, like Bhopal; is known as the city of lakes, and obviously my first destination was the famous Fateh Sagar Lake. 

Udaipur comes in the Mewarregion of Rajasthan, and owes a large part of its rich history to Maharana Pratap. After about half an hour of boating in lake, we moved to the Maharana Pratap memorial, it includes a park with a statue of Maharana Pratap, atop the hill, it is visible from outside as well, and a museum that covers the entire pedigree of Mewar's ruling dynasty. The memorial is situated at the top of a hill, which makes for a perfect helicopter snap of the city. 

While Rahul was suffering through Jhankaar Beats in bus, I was dreaming of renting anEnfield Bullet for the trip. But my dream broke down when I made enquires on Justdial, only to find that nowhere in Rajasthan could one find a two wheeler rental system. Nevertheless, we hired an autorikshaw in the morning, the driver doubled as a tourist guide too. After Maharana Pratap memorial, he took us to a place that was once a garden meant for the Queen and her chaperones. If I was not travelling under a guide, I would've rather skipped visiting this place called saheliyon Kibaari. I won’t recommend this place as a must visit on a trip to Udaipur. Such incidents make me think against hiring a guide. I at times prefer being my own guide on my trips, just like I am my own guide in my life. 

We at once thought of giving up on our guide and moving around the city all by ourselves. But still we moved on. Then we went to the state tribal art museum. I was not much interested in that either. I sometimes wonder why I get so choosy on a trip. The answer that I find is because it is a trip that I engineered for myself. Everything should happen according to my choices, because it's my time. Those few hours are totally mine, no clients, no pains, no agonies, no friends, no enemies, nothing .


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