Showing posts with label Ambikapur Railway Station. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ambikapur Railway Station. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Train of thought

Train, tracks, signals, colored lights, ticket window, platform, crowd, compartment......are nostalgia to initiate the 'train of thoughts'....


It was this, we traveled as a kid, with our parents beside to care....

It was this, our parents traveled with us, as to be cared....

Again it was this, we traveled alone, 
in a crowded compartment, 
with our thoughts of all those times gone by....

More related references of the same authorr:
architecture with endemic flavour
morning at ambikapur railway station
raghunath palace of surguja state
a pictorial journey with indian railways
train through hill
romance of indian rail in hilly terrain

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Morning at Ambikapur Railway station

Poets have found trains irresistible. Steam's mucky glamour may only exist now between the covers of The Railway Children, but the romance of the railway lives on. Certainly, there's something compelling about the environment to which the train exposes you - it's the train's ability to suspend you between here and there - outside regimented time, away from the quotidian - that attracts. There's something regenerative in the act of boarding a train in one place and disembarking in another, without having actively engaged in the process at any juncture; it transports, in both senses of the word (
The train is running on the track, track, track 
And I’m sitting in the carriage at the back, back, back
For we’re going on a journey that is fast, fast, fast
The fields and the cows whizz past, past, past
We’re going to the seaside very quick, quick, quick
And I’m listening to the wheels as they click, click, click
And we’re going over the hills to the top, top top
But slowly, very slowly, we come to a station and we stop, stop, stop..sssshhhhhhh
(by Brenda Williams)
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
Dawn break as soft light from the east envelopes all while moon light in the west sky fades gradually looks as if hanging from the lamp post, train ready to take passengers for their journey in cold winter morning.
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
― Augustine of Hippo
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
Listen to the quiet peaceful dawn. Sun touching the rim of spaces' night. Stars fading to brushes of paint In whirlwinds of dusk colored breezes. Passing away the moon's guard To the light of the sun's shift begins Now sweeping into a new day. (share courtesy:Gelene Beverly)
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
The platform of Ambikapur (India) Railway Station in an early morning glow
This railway station became operational on 3rd June 2006
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
Side view of the Railway Station building
Ambikapur Railway Station/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways
Old kingly palace of  'Ambikapur' State (popularly known as 'Surguja' State)
Surguja Palace Ambikapur/©Anjani Kumar Tripathi

http://throughpicture.blogspot.in/2013/03/architecture-with-endemic-flavour.html
http://throughpicture.blogspot.in/2013/09/romance-of-indian-rail-in-hilly-terrain.html

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Architecture with endemic flavour: Ambikapur palace

The newly built Railway Station building 
of our town 'Ambikapur' (India) 
has taken it's architectural inspiration from an age-old 'Raghunath Palace' building of 
this princely state 
known as 'Surguja' 
of then British colonial era
which is cool as if taking you on a tour of 
past forgotten periods of history ..
The platform of Ambikapur (India) Railway Station in an early morning glow
This railway station became operational on 3rd June 2006
Front view of Ambikapur Railway Station
Side view of the Railway Station building
Old kingly palace of  'Ambikapur' State (popularly known as 'Surguja' State)
Side view of the 'Ambikapur' palace popularly called as 'Raghunath Palace'
Visitors to the Ambikapur palace through the main entrance

Monday, March 12, 2012

Train Through The Hill

©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur
©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur
©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur
©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur
We who have looked each other in the eyes
This journey long, and trundled with the train,
Now to our separate purposes must rise,
Becoming decent strangers once again.
The little chamber we have made our home
In which we so conveniently abode,
The complicated journey we have come,
Must be an unremembered episode.
Our common purpose made us all like friends.
How suddenly it ends!
A nod, a murmur, or a little smile,
Or often nothing, and away we file.
I hate to leave you, comrades. I will stay
To watch you drift apart and pass away.
It seems impossible to go and meet
All those strange eyes of people in the street.
But, like some proud unconsious god, the train
Gathers us up and scatters us again.

A poem written by:
HAROLD MONRO