Late night i slept for a while and got working from 2 30 am types .. and the last hour or so i have been listening to this shehnai CD .. the Bismillah khan CD ..It was almost as if i was transported to Varanasi ...the chilly morning air .. crossing the Kashi bridge as the first sunrays touch the ganga...people praying half immersed in the river .. shivering at the feel of the cold water ...the incessant funeral pyres of the Dashashwamedh ghat...some busy getting the job .. the rituals done others silently mulling over the person and his memories as they go up in flames ... the shawl and muffler wrapped rickwhaw walas with their inevitable bidi and steaming hot 1 re 50 paise ilaichi tea ..the glint of the sun off their rusted rickshaw handles ..of the snaky lanes and the din of bells and conches ...the huge sweetshops with the huger still kadhai of milk...an occasional bull with its hump smeared in saffron.. tranquil amidst the chaos...the chain locked cycle stands of IIT BHU ...the pattern of the shadows of the spokes .. intersecting each other in crazy converging straight lines....the silent hostel dorm verandahs.. doors ajar ..thin shrivelled third year students attending the first period of thermodynamics from the warm comfort of their beds .. an occasional tracksuit clad first year guy running the ancient streets of the campus in (the futile) hope of impressing just about anybody .. the shehnai marking out the exuberance of it all and the mundane monotony of it all too ...