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GK:GK aka Gopalakrishna Kamath is a unstoppable explorer.   When he is not flying to see new country ,he peddle and make sure he feast his eyes on London’s country side. His love for travel is not country based. Back India he used to explore the forest, mountains and god knows what!. I wouldn’t be surprise one fine day he posts a pic from Amazon rainforest. he The speed he is travelling, soon his passport will run out of the pages. He does lot of charity work as well.Along with coding and travelling  he is a good planner. Thank you GK for being part of my snoring blog:)

 

Well, this is my maiden attempt writing a blog. Best thing about being guest writer is large reader base which is already guaranteed 😉 Thank you SnL for this wonderful opportunity. Without further ado let me share my experience of my recent voyage to ICELAND.

Game of Thrones season had just concluded and I being hardcore fan of “Song of Ice and Fire” thought of visiting “Land of Ice and Fire”. Shared my plan with my friends, everybody did not approve. Then only one guy said Yes, will go..!! After all “Yeh Zindagi Na Milegi DubaaraJ” Even though you live a little make the most of it. I took the entire responsibility of planning out our vacation. Flight Tickets + Accommodation + Tours booked, we both were all set for big journey.

We had to catch flight early in the morning so reached airport at 4:30a.m. We went through security check, the security personnel pointed out that I’m carrying sunscreen which is over 100ml. Lesson learnt “Never carry any liquid which is over 100ml in your hand luggage”. I had to drop it at the security desk:). Not a good start I felt. But being an optimist it did not bother me much. Our flight was on time we set of to Iceland flying over clouds and Atlantic Ocean.1

Yaahoooooo…!! After 3 hour long flight we reached Iceland. I immediately connected to airport Wi-fi confirmed my safe arrival at Iceland via FB check-in 😉 We then headed to the capital city Reykjavik. Our first stop at Reykjavik was at Hallgrímskirkja Church. The 360 degree view from the top of the church tower was breath-taking.

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Down town area on one side, Beautiful seashore and mountains on other side. The view literally made us speechless.

The next stop we made at iconic monument of Reykjavik, The Sun voyager.We roamed around town hall and Museum. By the time we finished exploring port area of Reykjavik our tour bus was ready to take us to Golden circle tour.

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Our minivan pickup was scheduled at 1:00p.m. The tour guide Raydha welcomed us on time. We were group of 8 people, after brief introduction we started off to exciting Golden circle tour. Tour guide was very enthusiastic and she was explaining history of Iceland with passion. (Our snoring sound did not bother her though :P) The first stop of golden circle tour was at “ON geo thermal plant”. We were taken inside thermal power plant and they explained how geo thermal liquid is used to generate power (seriously till that day I had never heard about this form of energy, new information got added to my GK 😉 ). Those are the pictures showing how they drill hole to the earth crest and extract geo thermal liquid. The steam obtained from liquid is used to run turbines.

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After heavy knowledge session on power generation we moved towards our next stop. Kerið It is volcanic Crater Lake. We were given enough time to roam around lake and to take selfies 😉

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Water fall Gullfoss: They say “No other falls is like Gullfoss” which cannot be denied once if you witness the majestic falls. I believe below picture itself explains all the adjectives are true 🙂

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The next interesting place was hot geysers of Iceland. Trivia: The word geyser was derived from a hot spring whose name was Geyser. The hot Geysers shoot up for every 7-8 minutes. The Nature and its phenomenon are truly awesome.  The temperature of water was 80-100c, My Manga buddi (insane mind)… I did not believe what’s written on sign board and touched water to check the warmness. Saavu marre.. It was indeed boiling hot 😦

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The Iceland relatively new piece of land compared rest of the land on earth. It was formed 16-18 million years ago. Iceland sits on two tectonic plates namely Eurasian plate and North American plate. The turbulent interactions between these plates formed mountains, volcanoes and Iceland in total. Iceland is expanding every year by 2cm. Our next stop was to visit the place where we can clearly identify two different plates. As you can see in picture to the left lies Eurasian plate and North American plate at the right. The snorkelling between plates is one main adventure activity in Iceland.

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We then continued our journey towards our next attraction point. Öxarárfoss waterfall in Þingvellir National Park. To my surprise National park did not had any trees, it consisted of rocky mountains and lakes instead. We walked a short distance to see the waterfall. Tiny waterfall but nothing less in beauty. Best thing about Iceland is very less tourists. Wherever you visit you will not find large tourist groups. So we could able to enjoy waterfall in tranquility.

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I was lost in thoughts gazing at waterfalls just then my tourist guide reminded me that we need to make a move. Unwillingly I had to say good bye to the beautiful water fall. We then moved towards our next attraction point. Viewpoint of Þingvellir National Park.

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The viewpoint totally mesmerized me; we spent short time admiring nature’s beauty. Tour Guide announced that it was the last attraction covered in itinerary:). We reached capital city Reykjavik at 11p.m. Tour guide dropped us at our hostel Holiday Village; we thanked her for making our day wonderful and memorable. After quick pizza dinner we called off for the day. Ah… but Sun wasn’t willing to leave city in dark. Trust me this pic I clicked at night 1a.m. Those who are afraid of dark, visit Iceland during summer it never gets dark there: P

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So guys, that was my first day in Iceland. I spent couple days more which were filled with even more attractions. I would be sharing my experience shortly till then take care bye… bye.. J

-GK

 

 

The Golden Mongoose

Posted: March 3, 2016 in GUEST!!!!
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untitledSrikanth KN: I have read many great stories but never got a chance to meet a great writer and then life surprised me with one. Rich with Indian history, vivid flavored culture, with depth of ocean I always wonder how Srikanth can write like a pro, being a down to earth person, loving husband and great father. Daily fed on NewYork times he can shoot anyone point -blank merely with his knowledge.Simplicity is his added wing. When his son went on naming the wild animals from wild cat to different exotic spices like mouse deer, which were dancing on the desktop  I died in shame in front of 3 year old kid with my master degree. Already shining in the queue of his fan list I am eagerly waiting for his next story which is forming in his head. Thank you Srikanth for being part of my blog. All the very best for your next upcoming story. You can reach him@ srikanth.kn@gmail.com

 

A talking Mongoose! With golden fur. Quickly go get the king, it wants to question him on Dharma, he won’t refuse” said the sentry to the other.

The sentry scurried to find the king while the palace was being emptied of the guests who had attended the recently concluded Ashvamedha sacrifice. The king, though exhausted, couldn’t resist such a proposition and hurriedly followed the sentry.

O strange creature, I was told that you have a question for me. Please go ahead. I’ll try to answer it to best of my abilities” said the king humbly

Dear king, I am moved by your humility. I have been to many sacrifices and people are scared of me and shoo me away without even listening to me. I was told that the King of Hastinapura will not disappoint me and so I came here despite the long journey” said the mongoose.

The king and sentries looked on in wonder at the talking mongoose, as it continued

Dear king, I come from a village near Kurukshetra, where I stayed near the house of a pious man. He observed the Unccha vow, and never did he turn away anyone who came to his house for alms. Once, there was a famine in the village and his family went without food for several days. After many such days, he found some flour and the family prepared a meal. As they were about to eat, an old man knocked on their door begging for alms. The pious man welcomed him to his house and gave him his portion of the meal. His family members followed suit and gave the old man their portions as well. The old man blessed them and had a hearty meal. The next day, I saw that the house was empty and was tempted by the scent of the flour. I ran and played inside for some time and rolled around in the mire created by the old man while he had his meal. I noticed that my fur which was moistened by the mire turned gold. Also, I started to speak from that moment. I suspect that the virtue of the family’s sacrifice is responsible for my fur and speech. Since that day, I decided to turn my entire fur to gold. I have been visiting sacrifices, to roll in the sacred ashes of the ceremony in the hope that all my fur turns gold. I did roll in the ashes of your sacrifice as well, but it was of no use to me. Why do you think it is? O great king. I was told only you could answer my question”.

The king pondered for a long time while everyone waited for his answer.

O great creature, selfless sacrifice in the time of adversity is the greatest virtue that can ever be. Even a fistful of flour given away selflessly is a far more virtuous than the gifts given away during these grand sacrifices. You have opened my eyes and I bow before you for the lesson”

Thaatha, with his animated voice, variety of hand gestures and intense narration was Ani’s favorite story teller and since few days, the story of the golden mongoose was the one most sought after.

Thatha, did the mongoose ever turn all its fur into gold?” asked Ani his eyes still transfixed on his grandfather like a doe.

I am not sure putta, selfless sacrifice is indeed a very rare thing. Ask appa if he knows about the mongoose” replied Thaatha.

Vinod who was sitting in his chair, immersed in the newspaper, sipping his coffee was taken by surprise. He wanted to be left alone on a Sunday morning with his newspaper.

You were the ‘Kathe Mama’ for all my friends while growing up and I only know the stories that you have told me. How do you expect me to know about the mongoose?” he replied irritated.

Paati interjected, “Ayyo, Vinu, even today, kids in our neighborhood come to him for his stories. He always had a thing for storytelling. It is a pity, we can’t visit Ani often to tell him all the stories. You knew so many, before you were six. I have to nag at him for many days to make him come to Bengaluru”

The accusation rankled Thaatha and he started on his endless list of qualms against Bengaluru

It’s wrong of you to say that I don’t like my grandson. Don’t I speak to him every day over the phone? But I don’t like this city, its crowd, weather and traffic gets me every time I am here. You can’t even walk peacefully on the footpath, always have to be weary of stepping on dog shit. People here are eager to rear pets but are not ready to scoop their shit”

Paati cut him while he rambled on “As though everyone in Mysuru scoops”

Ani who was patiently watching his Thaatha complain, was bored. He had forgot about his question about the mongoose and was eager to put across his pet peeve to his dad which was bugging him from past few days and the story of the golden mongoose strangely heightened his peeve every time he heard it.

Appa, did you think about what I asked you on Friday, Rohit and Hasini’s parents gave up theirs, yesterday”.

Vinod screwed his eyes and his lips twitched every time he was irritated, even if mildly.

Ani I made it clear to you last time, I am not going to give up my LPG subsidy just because others have done it. I have my reasons”

But Appa, don’t you think we should help a poor family by giving it up. Our PM says it helps many families who still use smoky stoves to cook their food”

Vinod was exasperated with the argument and was silent. He knew the link between the mongoose story and Ani’s pet peeve, hence turned his ire on his dad

Why do you tell him such stories? You could have told him some funny story, Akbar-Birbal or Tenali Rama does it have to be this one?”

Oh, so it’s my fault. I better stay back at my home than come here to be told about the stories I should or shouldn’t tell my grandson” retorted Thaatha indignantly.

Vinod realized he had touch a raw nerve and was eager to console his dad.

Appa, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. But children are very impressionable at such a tender age. He’ll not understand that I put up with pot holed roads, filth and pollution, despite paying my taxes“

Sarita turned up from kitchen with breakfast for everyone, and Vinod tried to sneak back into his newspaper while everyone had their breakfast.

Ani, did you finish your homework? I know that were playing with Rohit all day yesterday. You will have to finish it by noon or I’ll not let you play today evening” said Sarita with motherly sternness.

Amma, I’ll finish my homework as soon as Appa agrees to give it up”.

Vinod’s temper boiled as he was denied reading the world affairs sheet.

He’s become a brat. Look at him blackmail me .We are too lenient with him and indulge all his whims” looking accusingly at Sarita which unleashed all her housewife fury.

I work all morning in kitchen preparing breakfast while you idle with your newspapers. You don’t even ask him to do his homework, so he has time for all these stupid ideas and you accuse me of being lenient with him”

Everyone went mum as though they’d just seen a volcano erupt near them. Ani started crying.

Vinod acted swiftly before Paati could add a mother-in-law-daughter-in-law dimension to the situation at home.

Ani, stop crying, let’s make a deal. You give up eating chocolates and sweets for a week and if you succeed, I’ll give up my subsidy as well”

Paati moved to Ani’s defence “Vinu, aren’t you being a bit harsh, after all he’s just a child”.

Amma, it will be a lesson for him, he will understand what it means to give up something. Also, he eats too many chocolates and sweets these days. Ani, are you ready to take up the challenge?”

Ani thought for a while and nodded his head in agreement.

Well then, we have a deal, no chocolates and sweets till next Sunday” said Vinod re-confirming.

Ani and Monday mornings didn’t get along well. His wakeup time, bathing and dressing were hostage to his whims, which left Sarita exhausted by the time he was ready for school. But today, school uniform, socks and shoes were on him in no time. Sarita was pleased with his newfound focus and silently thanked the golden mongoose for it.

It’ll be Sunday before you notice” said Thaatha adding fuel to his enthusiasm while dropping Ani to school.

Ani’s energy hadn’t diminished when he returned from school and he listened to the story again in the evening as though reinforcing his will to spurn the temptations.

Appa, I haven’t eaten any chocolates or sweets all day” declared Ani triumphantly once Vinod returned from office.

A pat on the back from his dad pleased him. Monday had indeed passed in a hurry.

Thaatha was woken up by a honking call center cab early in the morning and couldn’t sleep. As he carelessly opened the tap to wash his face, the cold water fell on his brittle fingers likes shards of glass. He was suspicious. Perhaps, Bengaluru was conspiring on him. The newspaper confirmed his suspicion: A forecast for continuous drizzle for next 3 days due to a depression. Bengaluru had planned to sentence him to solitary confinement and he was determined to escape it.

Three days of cold weather. My feet will kill me. Kamala, Let’s leave” said Thaatha.

Paati was familiar with his tantrums when he was confined to home and wanted to avoid the scene in front on her daughter-in-law and readily agreed.

At least we’ll leave once Ani is back from school. I’ll prepare Carrot Halwa by the time he returns” added Paati enthusiastically.

Carrot Halwa was Paati’s parting gift to Ani every time she returned to Mysuru. She turned pale when Sarita reminded her of the mongoose challenge.

In this family, stubbornness runs in their viens. Your son included” grumbled Paati which made Sarita laugh.

The news of their departure was kept secret till Ani readied himself for school. Vinod dropped him in his car today as the weather was too cold for Thaatha to venture outside.

Thaatha broke the news of their departure after Ani returned from school, and promised to take him to the zoo when he visited them in Mysuru next week, which pleased Ani. As he bade them goodbye, his new found energy for the challenge seemed to go away with them. Sarita allowed him an extra half hour of TV to console him. He remained silent once Vinod returned from office. Thaatha and Paati were on Ani’s mind than the challenge.

The whimsical Ani of the pre-challenge days was back on Wednesday morning. Every task in preparing for school was a drag, interrupted by a demand for a short game or a short story. Each task celebrated like a project milestone. He was pale once he returned from school and Sarita suspected it to be withdrawl symptoms due to denial of sugar from past three days, but it turned out to be a Birthday Invite.

Amma I have been invited to Rohit’s birthday, Friday evening” he said glumly.

Ani liked birthday parties and Sarita understood that the mongoose challenge stood in his way to enjoy the party.

Don’t worry Ani, I’ll talk to Appa to end this challenge today. You can continue it some other time” said Sarita consoling him

Ani recoiled, “It’s just 3 more days. I’ll manage it somehow”

Sarita could sense his diffidence, but remained silent.

Ani woke up to his favorite breakfast of Akki Rotti and strawberry milkshake on Thursday morning. They lifted his mood and he made it to school forgetting the birthday invite. But he was sad again when he returned home and even gift shopping for Rohit’s birthday didn’t seem to lift his mood. The long chocolate bars at the toy shop seemed to laugh at him and almost made him cry.

I have asked you teacher to grant you leave from school tomorrow. We’ll take you somewhere to cheer you up. It’s a surprise” said Vinod tucking Ani into bed.

I am not going to eat chocolates or sweets till Sunday come what may” said Ani in a defiant tone.

Alright, you don’t have to. Now, please smile for me once” pleaded Vinod.

Ani obliged and he kissed him goodnight. Ani wondered about his parents plan for a few minutes before sleep got the better of him.

The energy of the mongoose was back in Ani on Friday morning and he was eager to know their plan. But Sarita was a hard nut to crack and would let out the secret. Once they were ready, the family got into the car and drove for some time. Ani wasn’t familiar with this part of the city and stared intently at the street trying to figure out clues about their destination. “WonderLa, perhaps through a different route” he wondered.

The car entered inside the compound of an old building and he could see many children playing in the garden. He was silent as his parents took him inside the building. Ani thought it might be some school, but couldn’t understand why he was brought there.

Vinod began “Putta, You had done very well over the past few days to hold your end of the bargain. So much so that I am bit scared of losing to you. So I have bought you here for a compromise. I promise to donate the LPG subsidy money that I get to this orphanage. Along with it, I’ll make a monthly donation to cover the school fee of three students who study here. Do we have a deal?”

Ani looked at his parents for a few moments. It was something out of the blue for him and took him by surprise. He was mighty pleased and hugged his parents.

Yes, dad, Thank you very much”

It was Amma’s idea so thank her” nodded Vinod.

They made the donation, spoke with some children of the orphanage and returned home. Sarita reminded him that the challenge had expired and he could have some chocolates if he wanted. She had bought a long bar of chocolate that he had seen in the toy shop in her purse.

Later, Amma” Ani declined which surprised her.

Once they reached home, Ani phoned his grandparents and told them about his day which pleased them

He prepared himself for attending Rohit’s birthday party and Sarita could see the same energy of the mongoose in him. He presented Rohit with his birthday gift, but refused the pastries and sweets offered to him at the party.

What’s up with you Ani? Why are you still refusing sweets?” she asked

Amma, it’s just one more day to Sunday, I’ll wait” replied Ani with a smile.

Somewhere, a hair turned gold on the mongoose’s fur.

The Game OF LOVE

Posted: March 31, 2014 in GUEST!!!!

 

MDmleooeRolan D’mello:  One of the hardworking, risk taking, good reader, carrier oriented, food loving guy , humorous guy I ever know.  When first time I had seen him in the school I knew it “this one is not ordinary one”. Degrees he obtained are too many to mention!!B.E, MBa, MS and so many certifications I hardly remember. He keeps on updating his CPU(brain) every now and then. He loves to do things in his own way more efficiently and innovatively. He is WEB designer as well as APP developer. If any of you wants to avail above mentioned service please contact me not him. He had showed me the biscuit of goodies if I act as an intermediate. Most important part “Did I mention he is still single!! “

Thank you Rolan D’mello for giving me this platinum opportunity to  publish your work. Thanks a ton. Hope to see you in my blog as much as possible

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After hours and hours of thinking and years of experience of meeting people and seeing a number of relationship, both mine and others, here’s a compilation of wisdom which I believe would helpful to you blokes and blokettes out there 😛 .
Now, I’m no pro at this nor am I a God of small or big things, and I’m definitely no “Hitch“, but I believe there are a lot of things people can always learn and things which can be helpful.
So, in no context is this a manual for dating, relationships, marriage or sex. But rather, consider it as another addition to the way of the old but with a slight twist and personal experience. 🙂
So here goes….

Pre-Dating and Dating, do’s and don’ts :

Starting with tips for guys:
You are a single guy, been in wait for a lovely woman, your one and only. You are a decent guy, good manners, well behaved, but haven’t been able to find your one and only. You are sitting at a coffee shop alone waiting for your coffee and right across you, seated is a beautiful lady, beautiful eyes, lovely lips, long dark hair, cute smile and everything you’ve ever wanted in a woman. But you know, you could never talk to her, and start thinking to yourself, she’s too hot, way out of my league so you just leave it be, and just fantasize about meeting such a girl. She looks across at you, sizing you up from afar, and then gets back to what she is doing. You are in shock thinking, what happened? Why did she look at me. And then she looks at you again. This goes on for quite some time, and then she leaves, leaving you puzzles.
Guys, and girls, this is a lost chance, you could have just gone upto her and said the best line there ever was and that’s ‘Hi, my name is bla bla bla, I noticed you sitting across alone, would you like me to join you?’
But no, you chose to fantasize and think, damn, she’s too hot for me and let it go. If you just had tried that line, she might have even asked to go ahead and join her considering that you are decent guy, not creepy and have a nice smile while saying it.
Even if she told you no, you could have said, ok,  have a nice day and walked away. At least you tried and it didn’t kill you.
Well, that’s one. Never let go of an opportunity. You never know what might happen. Take a chance once in a while.

Now say, you already have a girl in mind, say a cute girl at office or a friend of a friend or someone you met a party or something, don’t sit on it and wait for a miracle to happen. Go, talk to her, don’t go nuts and start complimenting all of a sudden. Be nice, be fun, be yourself unless you are an idiot, then don’t be yourself. Be confident, don’t ever be a pussy and chicken out if she says something. And don’t do the cocky attitude thing, no one likes that even if a lot of your friends tell that or even if magazines tell that. Know your manners, play with words, enjoy the company, and if you are not serious about knowing the girl, then don’t even go and talk to her because you don’t deserve to know her!!! This is only for serious people!

Once you get talking to her, if you love the company talk to her some more, get her number and leave at the end of the conversation. Don’t linger around too much, sometimes looks like desperation unless she’s lingering around too ;).

Once you go home, don’t start pestering her with calls and messages and look like a frigging phone psycho. Just leave a nice message saying that it was fun talking to you. And if she replies with something nice, great! You are ready for the next part.

Let a day go by, and you could start off with a message. If she doesn’t reply, don’t pester with multiple messages, just wait. And then the next day you can follow up with a call. When you message or call, follow up with her pace, don’t go too fast, or too slow. Don’t talk too much, but don’t shut up either, try matching with her. Know that when you are out of topics to talk, that you need to divert attention and tell her that you need to go and will catch up soon.

Make a play of words, don’t always talk boring stuff, and talk about yourself, her and everything around. Listen. The key word here is LISTEN. Listening gets you more closer to the heart than talking. Don’t interrupt, listen carefully to what she says, hear her out. You don’t need to be a problem solver, just a listener, and don’t dare fake it! Its worse than not listening at all. Be honest about what you say.

[More to come in part 2 :D]

Grooming for guys:
Always be presentable, love could be waiting anywhere!!
You don’t have to be overtly fashionable, but having a good sense of dressing can take you a long way.
In office, if you have to wear formals, see to it that you wear complementing tones, e.g. vertical striped shirts with vertical striped pants or plain pants and vice versa.
Don’t ever wear anything too bright, i’ve seen people wearing florescent coloured shirts and pants. DON’T!! You aren’t a firefly, light pleasing colours which complement each other are best.
Classics, black and white never fail and neither do black and blue nor blue and white.
For casuals, nice fitting jeans ( not the tight ones ) and a nice tee shirt or a nice shirt for semi-casual does good.
Always see to it that the clothes fit, shoulder stitch close to the shoulder. Sleeves at the wrist, pants not too tight or too lose. These are the basics.

Nicely combed hair, or messy, as long as you have messed it up looks good. A clean shave or a light stubble is good, don’t go full on mountain bear or patchy beard, that’s just too careless.

Nails nicely cut, a good bath, and a good deodorant or a whiff of perfume ( don’t spray too much or you’ll end up being a stink bug ). Yeah, the ladies don’t like too much odour.

Grooming for ladies:
I won’t comment anything on this, since I’m a guy, but trust me, the same thing that goes for guys works for girls as well, well-fitting goes a long way.
To be Continued…..

Mother of Mine

Posted: January 8, 2014 in GUEST!!!!

SumeshSaumesh Bangera: Thats the guy’s name who wrote this beautiful poem. Even though i dont know a thing about him,all i can say is with the cropped hair like that and mind rolling writing skill like this he would have captured many peoples heart. Specially Gals!!! With opening innings of  just21 i am sure he will make it big some day.

Wish you all the very best. Hope you write many more poems and occupy some more space in my “GUEST” category.Thank you SB for being part of my blog

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Oh Mother!

get up now, cant u see me crying?

wipe ma tears up and reassure me “honey…  everthing’s  gonna be fine”

Get up mother! oh mother of mine……..

They say “your mother’s a whore.

she was a weed. hell is what she needs.. and hell is where she has to go”

but what they dont know is that they are blessed and she wasnt so

they have their highs and she had only been through the lows

they havent seen hardship.  If they did, they would know.. poverty only grows

 they dont know she had a husband nowhere to who  left

He quit his end leaving behind his wife and kids to settle his debt

Failing of which, the bill collector asked her to make his bed

and when she refused, she was blamed of money theft

we were hauled out of our own house and on streets we slept

This Society didn’t  do any cause when for food we begged

No one counted the days we just wept

All they did was stand there and see my little brother dying  unfed”

Her husband abandoned,

within days, she found a dead son

and this society….. this so called fucking “society”

well, it had its fun

We could have quit, just like my dad do

but she said “may be we could just move”

And so we moved ,,,,,from where we stayed to a new state

we did wait.. but later on we had enough food in our plates

as she got a new  job and some new mates

I was happy as it was going good.. infact, great

I was going back to school. the one best to date

but this beautiful life was a trade

yes a trade…

all the money was because others had her body to borrow

Others paid her and made love to the soul which was already dead of sorrow

the fact was too hard for me to swallow

she saw it in my eyes and could take it no more

The last thing she wanted is for me to know that her mother was a whore

I turned a blind eye to her cry,

I acted deaf when she was talking

I shut the door and started walking

But then, I realized may b she had no choice

When I returned I could hear the choke in her voice

” I am sorry” was written on a bloody note

She was lying down and I could see the slit in  her throat

I want to tell her I love her no matter what

and she is the best mother  without a doubt

I want to tell her she was my mother and not a whore

but she can hear me  no more

Now, I am holding her in my hands

hoping if she could give me a second chance…

 Oh Mother!

get up now, cant u see me crying

wipe ma tears off and say “honey, everthing’s gonna be fine”

Get up mother! oh mother of mine……..

DSC01274KAADBOYS: Traveling, trekking, Exploring, Spending more time with their first gal friend “Bike”…i dont have words to introduce them. There’s no place Karnataka which they haven’t visited. If they start writing a book on their road trips, treks i think they will take ages to pen down the wonderful moments they had in the midst of  thick forest.

visit their page http://www.facebook.com/kaadboys and you will know what i was talking about.

If you are planning to spend quality time inhaling fresh oxygen or you want to trek the most dangerous place, you want to do the “Guy thing”  (bike,rain, raod, friends, marijuana) or you wanna do “Gal thing” (one day trip, camera,pose..) and you need some help to pick a place then dont worry. Kaad boys will help you. Do like their page:)

photoVJ:One of the Kadd Boy whom i know personally is a good writer. It was few weeks back i came to know that he has a blog and he keeps on publishing his stories and poems. Must tell he writes pretty good. The depth, the words he used make to float in the world of emotions, feeling.

I dont think anybody should miss reading this great blog aleyateera.wordpress.com. Congrts VJ, Not for the greatest achievement in your professional life but for the achievement in writing, owning a blog and living a life of tiger:)

Thank you Kaad Boys for being part of me. Hope in future you will remember my non-adventurous, simple blog to share your adventurous and complex journey. All the very best.

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Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all” ― HelenKeller.
To appreciate this – we have to sail away from this concrete jungle and dive into Western Ghats. We at “THE KAADBOYS” love to explore the deadly mysteries of Western Ghats and savor its beauty and richness. Western Ghats is in every drop of our blood. I would take immense pleasure in narrating to you the best ever trek I ever had…. Enjoy the read:

Deadly 9GUDDA…

Just the very thought of this trek sends chills down my spine. Muhoortha for this deadly journey was set on 23-Jan-2009 when one of my friends NaraSimha showed me a news paper clipping which said – Bodies of Bangalore students found in Panja Forest region. Those students happened to be Simha’s friends.

Me, without even a word of sympathy – jumped to ask: “Machha when are we going to try this place?”

Response from my friends: “Why not today??”

Yes, the very same day…

We started without guide, without proper preparation (At the end of the trek we were shocked to know that it was an active naxal belt, restricted region and a protected forest as well).

Heights of safety and preparation: Key chain compass. Truly insane, we do realize it now.

[By the way, 9Gudda is one of the deadly dense forests in the Subramanya range. It touches 3 districts: DK, Hassan and Chikmagalur.]

I would say this was my real trek – rest all were just wild walks. I am sure you will agree with me at the end of this narrative.

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On the same night: 6 souls wandering in majestic – Narasimha, Venka, Vathsa, Shivu, Vijay and myself. Finally boarded the Ordinary Red KSRTC bus[TONY] at 11PM.

It was almost a roller coaster ride in the Shiradi Ghats region. Hats off to the driver’s excellent skills which took us safely to our destination!

After this head reeling journey we got down in Gundya where 4 others joined us: Abhi, Venki, Prash and Jagga.

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We were welcomed by these words of a passerby: “Last month people from Bangalore came here to trek and lost their life”. What a heartening welcome note 😉

Paying no heed to all such instincts, we entered the dragon’s mouth: Kabbinale forest.

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Day1: 24th Jan 2009

There was no proper route, in fact no route at all. All we had was a flow map of River Adda Hole. Only thing we knew was to just keep on moving along the North direction – until we spot the jeep track next to 9 hillocks. This jeep track connects 2 estates owned by Khoday’s group – that was our destination.

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In our journey northwards, I guess we were making our way upwards (not sure hell or heaven).We had no idea that we were lost deep inside the jungle. Let alone human intervention, I don’t suppose even any of the wild animals would have traveled the path that we took. It was getting dark, we were completely exhausted – 10 people with a street dog, little food, no network – late realization that we were lost! But a kind of peculiar feeling we witnessed – living the moment with anxiety and curiosity.

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Finally somehow we found a rivulet; felt God created it just now – specially for us.

We drank this sweet water and prepared Maggie at this spot (This would definitely make a thrilling “Maggie story” I suppose). Spent the whole night here – put up tent and camp fire. As usual, sentry system – had a sound sleep.

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Day2: 25th Jan 2009

The new dawn began; journey took a kick start at sharp 7AM. In less than an hour all our water bottles were empty. Our immediate goal was to find water. We traveled crawling, jumping, sitting, rolling, climbing – crossing many belts in search of water. Taking rest after every 20-25 steps…later which reduced to 10-15. Felt like as if we are struck in never ending range of continuous hillocks – was a real enigma. Things were repeating all over again. Each breath was audible, each step was countable. The real thrill of getting lost in Western Ghats came now.

We were smiling…we were lost.

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As you can see in this picture, start of one hillock marked the end of the other:-

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At last around 12AM we could hear the sound of water flowing nearby. When we neared the source, we could see that there is no path to reach waters – it was a deadly deep steep – a single wrong move and you would be gone. But we badly wanted to quench our thirst – nothing stopped us from reaching out to the rivulet. Somehow reached the water; felt as if we were drinking imported wine. There came shocking news when Jagga shouted: “Something has bitten my head, look on the tree, check out what is it”. Somebody went back and declared “dude it’s a snake”.

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We were absolutely blank and our immediate botheration was – how on earth we carry a body all the way to destination.He was repeatedly telling “I am going to die…somebody inform my parents” – we almost died to instill faith in him. We made sure he does not sleep off. He still fights with me on the PJ I cracked : “Hogli bidu machha, I guess this is the first experience for that snake too – to locate a human and bite”.

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We started moving again. Fortunately or unfortunately around 3:30PM somebody’s mobile caught network (that NOKIA mobile caught PANJA tower network) – that genius hurriedly called 100 and told “we are lost in 9Gudda and one person is bitten by a snake – please send a chopper to rescue us”. However in least expectation of any rescue, we kept on moving, [carrying the snake bitten friend with the help of a bamboo stick]. To our surprise, we finally got the glimpse of our destination. We reached…yeah… We reached.

We successfully cracked the mystery of 9Gudda by ourselves. Time showing 5:25PM

AT Saraswathi ESTATE:

We drank water, danced, jumped, hugged, and what not – it was truly a second birth. Felt like we were the happiest people on earth at that moment. And our friend was still alive 😉

We requested one and only worker in the estate to take our friend to hospital. But on seeing the photos of snake he said

“Idu entha aagudilla, malkobardu ashte. malgidare visha talege eroduntu”.

This brought us a great relief.

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He took the 4 who joined us at Gundya to hospital and we 6 started photo session.

We started walking towards another estate (Lakshmi) which is 8kms away from the one where we stayed. We had covered almost 5kms when we saw a machine-modified jeep (which used in mud races) coming towards us. It initially passed us, but soon took an U-turn and stopped in front of us. The jeep driver ordered in an authoritative tone: “get into the jeep, I have come to pick u guys”. We thought that those 4 guys must have sent this jeep.But we were terribly wrong. It was sent by the police –

He introduces himself as “Vikram Gowda“. He said “why you people came here…?You could have gone somewhere else. There are many other Places to trek. I was the one who found the dead bodies of students last month. Only skeleton was there….”

Followed by “Police from 3 districts is waiting for you, have a great time now”. The 100 call had made the all trick…#WTF

The jeep stopped at the entrance of Lakshmi estate – we all got down one by one. Police were standing on either sides of the jeep in long rows – around 20 to 25 policemen were there. It was like a standing ovation and welcome for us -VVIP treatment. What happened later – none of us remember exactly. But here are some dialogues which I could recollect:

*Restricted forest and don’t posses permission letter.

*Active Naxalite belt.

*Encounter them.

*Write down all addresses with phone numbers.

*Is this the purpose your parents send you to colleges?

On top of that, there was a rumor that a group of guys from Bangalore raped a girl and murdered her. This made the situation still worse for us. Finally the police let us go after recording all our statements in written. We called Mudigere jeep driver to come and pick us from Lakshmi estate. But he refused saying that there are elephants problem in the night times. We wondered if it was true – because since past two days we could only spot fresh animal shit.

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So we had to spend that night in the estate itself. We got a new friend there – Shhantaraju , estate supervisor. He prepared chitranna for us. It was more delicious than chicken biryani as we had not even smelled rice for 3 days. Next day we reached Mudigere and met those 4 friends. After explaining all that happened, they just said “We missed it!”

Finally back home – We were alive 🙂 But we had become hardcore trekkers.

We started a facebook page “Kaad Boyz” (it was named “chaaranigaru” initially). Our peculiarity lies in the fact that we decide upon our trekking spot only at Majestic Bus Terminal – juz a few minutes before we start…. Most of the times it depends on the availability of the buses too….

We ourselves will have very little clue as to where we will be landing the next day – of course greater uncertainties lies ahead (which the Mother Nature will treasure for us as always – it’s thrilling to solve her riddles). “Har baar prakruthi ke baahon mein jaa girna hi ek khubsoorat anubhav hai…” We guyz, here at Kaadboyz would love to literally GET LOST amidst the Jungles n Mountains!

We have almost covered entire WesternGhats regions of Karnataka… looking forward for a

Other parts in the country. join us 🙂 move with us. To get the photos stories to more screens around the City and may be inspire a few more people to explore, discover and seek out changes in the world beyond our doorstep.

Do not forget to hit like on our FB page “KAADBOYS”

Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/kaadboys

You can reach us at: kaadboys@gmail.com

By the way, we are going to get lost again!!

Yes, this time it is “WRONG TURN”

Waiting it to be deadlier than 9Gudda.

Will update you on this after coming back!?

Wish us good luck.

 

Story of an old man’s slippers

Posted: October 16, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

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Sanyukta Shetty: Simplicity,creativity, humor shines in her write up. She proved her own statement “i am not a writer” wrong by winning the second prize in the story writing competition conducted by the organization she and me works in AGAIN. Congrts Sanyukta, its time you call yourself “writer”.

Any time of day, any day of month you find her smiling and her dimples blooming. Keep that smile on your face while your fingers writing.

Thank you for giving me this golden opportunity to publish your prize winning story in my blog

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Waking up to d temple bell is a lovely feeling. The smell of flowers welcome you to the new day as if everything is going to be all candies and sugar. The Pigeons are cooing for the rice grains to be dropped by the hurrying devotees and the Dogs making the tricky face as if they have been starving from ages without food, while they are actually well fed by the garbage truck that had just passed by.

Amidst all this, I just sit in a corner and watch the morning sun beaming over my head. The silver sticker of my maker’s name ‘Bata’ shines in glory with the sunlight. I have nothing much to do now but to sit here and wait till my owner Vishnu Bhat comes back. Yes, he is the one whose feet I protect, so that he can walk here every day to sit in front of the huge Eeshwara idol n chant mantras.

I have mainly two things to do. Save him from the dirt and all the places he slips because of his aging eyesight. I must say the oldie slips almost everywhere he sees a banana peel, water or oil. Sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose to get himself killed and blame this poor old weight bearer for that. Slippery floor, blame the slipper for having a poor grip. I want to shout, ‘who is asking you to run around so fast at this old age with that poor eyesight on wet floors!’. I wonder if he ever studied science to understand the basic laws of friction.

While all these thoughts were wandering in my head, I could sense someone nearing me, with a sense of urgency and fear in his eyes. I thought it must be one of those kids who grab the devotee’s hand rubbing their tummy with one hand and putting their other hand out expecting coins from the devotees. Poor kid, I thought he must be hungry. But when I looked at his face closely, I felt this one was no such hunger driven kid. There was greed written all over his face, a sense of thrill in his body language. The thrill I feel when someone puts me on and dances or holds me high to kill a cockroach. The kind of thrill you know is wrong but you do it just for the experience.  This kid was a thief; he first grabbed me and put me in a gunny bag dark and smelling like feet, the smell I get when my master wears me after a long day of festival poojas, sweaty and suffocating. I was alone in the dark but not for long.

One by one other slippers started following over me with a huge thud, I couldn’t do much to escape it as I can’t move without my owner. Sadly bearing the pain I cried out loud until I saw a golden sandal being thrown in next. Whenever the bag’s mouth was opened, whenever the sunlight peeked in and fell on her body, she gleamed like a goddess screaming in anxiety of being kidnapped by this lad. Even in such fear I wanted her to land beside me somehow. Well, don’t blame me for being this young footwear to an old master who was recently gifted by his son.


How do I control the flow of racing blood to my heart? Well I didn’t control it; I just prayed that she would land beside me. So many days of being in the temple premises finally paid off. The creator by which I don’t mean ‘Bata’ this time finally heard my call. The goddess landed right beside me and in fact I covered her with my huge sole so that other slippers don’t fall over her. The pain inflicted by me was nothing compared to the gratitude I saw in her eyes for saving her from all that chaos. She smiled even with the fear of being in dark surrounded by strangers and told her name was Simi and she was from Catwalk. For a minute, my mind struggled with the picture of cat wearing a golden sandal and walking until she clarified it’s a popular footwear brand. I didn’t want to disclose about being a villager who doesn’t know the brands and replied with pride ‘Yes, I might have heard about it somewhere’.


While I was about to trigger conversation, the bag was closed and started waving back and forth. Screams enclosed the bag with slippers squeaks and rubber smell, not the kind of place any slipper would have dreamed of visiting. I could hear the kid shout out loud to another boy ‘Run……the traffic police saw us I think’. I could feel the wind racing through the pores of the bag and I could smell the sweet smell of Ms. Catwalk’s cream clad clothes. Her maker must be a really pampered one I though with a fragrant cream on her feet.

All those above me were yelling in pain while I wanted to be the hero here. Not out of adrenaline but with the pure intention of impressing this girl. I could hear the boy panting and saying to his friend, ‘Run faster, he is right behind us’. At that moment, a bulb lit above my head with a clear picture of how can I save this day and be her prince charming.
I asked all of them within the bag to calm down, I really had to use all my voice within, I shouted ‘Guys calm down, we need to make the boy get caught and then we can be free’. No one listened the first time. Then I screamed again ‘Do you all want to be eaten by dogs?’

The next moment, everyone fell silent and looked at me for what I had to say. Nothing bothers the slippers more than being chewed upon by those beasts and ripped off in public.

I gulped my saliva and cleared my throat and spoke out what I had in mind. ‘We need to absorb as much moisture as possible and weigh the bag down’. All were shocked  and some even laughed at the idea of it. But I was firm and loud, ‘We need to do this if we ever want to see light again and if we want to get back to our masters and, if we ever want to be back home’. Everyone heard me, all of them were sad deep down, all wanted to get back home to their loving masters. Thank god for the humid day of august that we tried really hard to absorb moisture. The bag slowly started coming down and we knew we succeeded when the boy yelled to his friend that the gunny was getting heavier. The cop finally managed to get hold of the boy who didn’t want to run leaving his steal behind. We could hear the kid getting laathis from the cop. I almost felt sorry for him but the sweet voice behind me made me forget the guilt. She said, ‘it’s a lesson for d boy not to steal, especially lay hands on courageous slipper like me’. I beamed with pride and smiled at her.

By the time I could ask her where she stayed, I felt gravity pulling me down. The bag was held upside down and the skydiving experience I must say, was breath taking and I wished to fall beside Ms. Catwalk. That was the last thing I remember before I woke up at home under my master’s feet while he was talking to the boys not to repeat such mistakes again and requesting the traffic cop to release him without punishment.

Sadly, my goddess was not in sight. I think her mistress had taken her away leaving me with the sweet scent of her cream and memories. Finally, I was back to my old man’s feet. I sat there, staring towards the temple far away, wishing for another morning of such and adventure.

No matter how small you are there is always some room for the biggest adventures in your life”

Worlds APART

Posted: July 5, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

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DBC: Which means Death By chocolates…hold on a second thats not her name but i call her that. DBC because she is so cool. Coolest person i ever met. She is happy go lucky person. Even thought i spent 3 years working side by side but couldn’t adopt her “extra cool” qualities. She is very creative and fashionable. She is punter in cooking too. Chicken biryani, mutton biryani, chicken kabab…………….you name it and she knows and everything

DBC thanks a ton for being part of my blog. Waiting for more of your write ups

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Yes.. this was the lastesssst things I would have thought I would perform in my life! Putting down my thoughts, my feelings in  a piece of paper.. Gosh I must be truly jobless to do this!! Yes I really am indeed..

Snl has given this wonderful thought and space about giving her readers to pen down something which is really appreciative as we, lame writers(like me) could do something useful atleast once in their life… thank you babe for even making me think of it…

Getting married would definitely makes you the person you are not sometimes. Ask me what I am doing right now which I haven’t even thought of in my wildest dreams that I would do… You will know in the later part of my story(so called).

 Arranged marriages are tricky, sometimes mean and weird. I haven’t experienced anything of the above as it has been just few days top a month since my wedding. I am a whoopsy ‘was’ a techy and my hubby is a hard core genius doctor. He has god darn 4 degrees in hand and all I have is 2 worded degree, B.E.. Even though I add B.E. in Computer Science its not gonna give shitty heavy difference. No, I am not feeling inferior because I always wanted to be a doctor since my childhood. Even my papa wanted me a doctor. When the grades weren’t satisfying to get a medical seat I had to negotiate with an engineering one. But I never regretted. One day suddenly my dad says – “I have found you a doctor to be you better half for the rest of your life. Meet him and talk see if you like him and then we wil go forward.” All past this God! I said yes and I am married to him. He is good hearted person, takes care of me like heavens, loves me. I get annoyed sometimes when he spends his most of his time in hospitals because all I want him to myself all time of the day.

Thank heavens I got campus recruited soon  and never had to hunt for job outside in the competitive era and negotiate for peanuts .i got to join an organization soon after a month of passing out. Days passed and years to add on, we completed 2 big years in the same office. I had made some real good friends out here in this organization. My friends with whom I could discuss anything and everything. Bitching was our area of expertise. Spending hours in cafeteria and watching the kurta flying zone was fun.

 Then my friend said why not we play table tennis. As I am not a sports person, I had not given much thought about it. But eventually when I started playing it was addictive. There were few days where I used to get up early in the morning and be on time to office just to catch, reserve and play table tennis. Well about office timings, it was strict 9-6. But apart from my training days and few days here and there(may a day or 2 in whole lot of 2 and half years) I was on time to office. My womanizer manager was the one to frown for this  but I never gave a shit. Trust me I had always completed his assignment much earlier to play and to sit around and gossip in cafeteria. His hours of one-to-one meeting with me never helped him getting me back in my cubicle.

 Living in Bangalore is a boon for me. As soon as your pocket feels heavy there’s always a mall to hit for lightening your burden. Bangaloreans are blessed with 1000’s of eating joints where you could try out testing your palate each day without repeating a restaurant in your life. That’s something really amazing!! Oh how I love Bangalore!!

That’s somethings different when it comes to your personal life you feel there should be someone to care for tinniest, silliest and weirdest feelings of your life. My dad managed to find a person just like this!!A million thanks to him. Spinsterhood is a boon. Being a little responsible is more than enough. But marriage isn’t. The first thing people advise when they hear that you are getting married is to be responsible. I chose to be house wife after marriage as never wanted to continue in the IT field from day one of my joining. I was inspied by my sister you see. Being at home, there are its own benefits.

1.       You don’t have get up early to get ready for your office.
2.       No tension about some arse commanding you over to get the job done.
3.       No worries about your own pocket getting burnt.(After marriage you can burn your well-earning husband’s pocket)
4.       Before and after office hours cooking for you and your partner.
5.       Worry about the appraisal and hike for the things you have and have not done.
6.       All those unwanted tensions and strains from the dirty politics.

etc etc and the list goes on…. If you are career oriented these things doesn’t really matter.I was not, so all the above were pain in the wrong place.

Aaa aaa.. being house wife is not an easy job folks. That’s what people say. It’s the toughest. Till now, things that I have experienced are not that challenging. Touch wood! It should never become one. My husband is such a sweetheart and never really asks anything particular to cook and I am saved here. We both have made some bread, butter, jam, snacks shopping here so my ass have not much of a risk to bear for. As I am out of India, there are almost no people visiting our house except for my neighbors and it’s a much neater city  so there’s not much scope for cleaning your house. If you vacuum clean your house once a week its more than enough.

But here comes the anomalies from my carefree life it was before to more responsible(as people say) life now.

1.       As my husband leaves early in the morning, get up before him and keep the breakfast ready.
2.       Put his things and your’s in place if you are a cleanliness freak.
3.       After he goes, snooze a little and call your home and give updates about your in-laws house.
4.       Bitch and gossip about them.
5.       Here and there steal money from your husband’s pocket to make your personal savings.
6.       Miss your mom and dad terribly.
7.       Answer your mom-in-law’s silly questions.
8.       And tell them when are you reproducing!! Wish we humans had a season for this.

Yeah and many more… Some have in-laws problem and some have adjusting ones. Luckily my husband has made me comfy in all his possible reachs. Love him for that… Promised me to roam the world together no matter what. Sweet of him!!
May be its just the beginning or it’s the way it is supposed to be. Everything is new to me. Life is surprising day by day. These are 2 worlds apart which has their own pros and cons. Each gives you different pleasure indeed. If you like to stay happy embrace whatever comes your way and live the life to your best. That’s my motto.

Gaawwd!! I had not even thought I would write something and finish it too.. Whoever reads this gonna scratch their heads and moan cursings on me. God save me from those curses and let my husband give some thought of coming home at this time as it is 10:30pm already and the dinners’ awaiting him.

 

Yes.. this was the lastesssst things I would have thought I would perform in my life! Putting down my

thoughts, my feelings in  a piece of paper.. Gosh I must be truly jobless to do this!! Yes I really am

indeed..

Snl has given this wonderful thought and space about giving her readers to pen down something which

is really appreciative as we, lame writers(like me) could do something useful atleast once in their life…

thank you babe for even making me think of it…

Getting married would definitely makes you the person you are not sometimes. Ask me what I am doing

right now which I haven’t even thought of in my wildest dreams that I would do… You will know in the

later part of my story(so called).

Arranged marriages are tricky, sometimes mean and weird. I haven’t experienced anything of the above

as it has been just few days top a month since my wedding. I am a whoopsy ‘was’ a techy and my hubby

is a hard core genius doctor. He has god darn 4 degrees in hand and all I have is 2 worded degree, B.E..

Even though I add B.E. in Computer Science its not gonna give shitty heavy difference. No, I am not

feeling inferior because I always wanted to be a doctor since my childhood. Even my papa wanted me a

doctor. When the grades weren’t satisfying to get a medical seat I had to negotiate with an engineering

one. But I never regretted. One day suddenly my dad says – “I have found you a doctor to be you better

half for the rest of your life. Meet him and talk see if you like him and then we wil go forward.” All past

this God! I said yes and I am married to him. He is good hearted person, takes care of me like heavens,

loves me. I get annoyed sometimes when he spends his most of his time in hospitals because all I want

him to myself all time of the day.

Thank heavens I got campus recruited soon  and never had to hunt for job outside in the competitive era

and negotiate for peanuts .i got to join an organization soon after a month of passing out. Days passed

and years to add on, we completed 2 big years in the same office. I had made some real good friends

out here in this organization. My friends with whom I could discuss anything and everything. Bitching

was our area of expertise. Spending hours in cafeteria and watching the kurta flying zone was fun.

Then my friend said why not we play table tennis. As I am not a sports person, I had not given much

thought about it. But eventually when I started playing it was addictive. There were few days where I

used to get up early in the morning and be on time to office just to catch, reserve and play table tennis.

Well about office timings, it was strict 9-6. But apart from my training days and few days here and

there(may a day or 2 in whole lot of 2 and half years) I was on time to office. My womanizer manager

was the one to frown for this  but I never gave a shit. Trust me I had always completed his assignment

much earlier to play and to sit around and gossip in cafeteria. His hours of one-to-one meeting with me

never helped him getting me back in my cubicle.

Living in Bangalore is a boon for me. As soon as your pocket feels heavy there’s always a mall to hit

for lightening your burden. Bangaloreans are blessed with 1000’s of eating joints where you could try

out testing your palate each day without repeating a restaurant in your life. That’s something really

amazing!! Oh how I love Bangalore!!

That’s somethings different when it comes to your personal life you feel there should be someone to

care for tinniest, silliest and weirdest feelings of your life. My dad managed to find a person just like

this!!A million thanks to him. Spinsterhood is a boon. Being a little responsible is more than enough.

But marriage isn’t. The first thing people advise when they hear that you are getting married is to be

responsible. I chose to be house wife after marriage as never wanted to continue in the IT field from day

one of my joining. I was inspied by my sister you see. Being at home, there are its own benefits.

1. You don’t have get up early to get ready for your office.

2. No tension about some arse commanding you over to get the job done.

3. No worries about your own pocket getting burnt.(After marriage you can burn your well-earning

husband’s pocket)

4. Before and after office hours cooking for you and your partner.

5. Worry about the appraisal and hike for the things you have and have not done.

6. All those unwanted tensions and strains from the dirty politics.

etc etc and the list goes on…. If you are career oriented these things doesn’t really matter.I was

not, so all the above were pain in the wrong place.

Aaa aaa.. being house wife is not an easy job folks. That’s what people say. It’s the toughest.

Till now, things that I have experienced are not that challenging. Touch wood! It should never

become one. My husband is such a sweetheart and never really asks anything particular to cook

and I am saved here. We both have made some bread, butter, jam, snacks shopping here so my

ass have not much of a risk to bear for. As I am out of India, there are almost no people visiting

our house except for my neighbors and it’s a much neater city  so there’s not much scope for

cleaning your house. If you vacuum clean your house once a week its more than enough.

But here comes the anomalies from my carefree life it was before to more responsible(as people

say) life now.

1. As my husband leaves early in the morning, get up before him and keep the breakfast ready.

2. Put his things and your’s in place if you are a cleanliness freak.

3. After he goes, snooze a little and call your home and give updates about your in-laws house.

4. Bitch and gossip about them.

5. Here and there steal money from your husband’s pocket to make your personal savings.

6. Miss your mom and dad terribly.

7. Answer your mom-in-law’s silly questions.

8. And tell them when are you reproducing!! Wish we humans had a season for this.

Yeah and many more… Some have in-laws problem and some have adjusting ones. Luckily

my husband has made me comfy in all his possible reachs. Love him for that… Promised me

to roam the world together no matter what. Sweet of him!!

May be its just the beginning or it’s the way it is supposed to be. Everything is new to me.

Life is surprising day by day. These are 2 worlds apart which has their own pros and cons.

Each gives you different pleasure indeed. If you like to stay happy embrace whatever comes

your way and live the life to your best. That’s my motto.

Gaawwd!! I had not even thought I would write something and finish it too.. Whoever reads

this gonna scratch their heads and moan cursings on me. God save me from those curses

and let my husband give some thought of coming home at this time as it is 10:30pm already

and the dinners’ awaiting him.

After all who was IT????????

Posted: June 25, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

sayu

Sanyukta Shetty: That cute little dimples and million $ smile belongs to Sanyukta Shetty. Beautiful, down to earth, soft spoken, simple and helping nature gal.(Guys back off, i will never give any details about her). Energetic and sportive Sanyukta loves to play TT, cricket(awesome bowling), throw ball and volley ball(are you still bribing me get her details then forget it). She adores her friends.

May that million $ smile never leaves your face. If you can lend please lend me those dimples of yours, i just love them:)

Thank you Sanyukta for being part of my blog. all the very best for your future. Hope soon very soon you send some more interesting stories like this

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Sometimes in life the greatest joys come from the most unexpected sources

I woke up this morning with great excitement and enthusiasm for it was my first day at college. College fills you with a carnival of emotions, New Friends, new environment, new thoughts, new views. Just coming out of school and getting ready to enter into a phase where people start calling it an end to childhood and enter into the Teenage phase. The phase where you want someone to just be by your side and tell them everything is going to be fine and even if it’s not fine just say “I’m there for you”.

Sadly that ‘someone’ in my life was missing. To come into earth without a family wouldn’t have been so dreadful than coming into it with a family which makes you feel you’re all alone. Don’t get me wrong, I have wonderful set of parents, it’s just that they are emotionally unavailable most of the times.

Enough about my family crisis and coming back to the day which changed my life. It was the summer of 2010 when I turned into a fresher at MS College for pursuing Arts. Weak in subjects like science and math, which would turn me into a robot running in the rat race of engineering or medicine,I chose literature as I loved writing. I managed to get into an arts college dreaming of becoming a writer someday. I woke up that morning, dreaming of a big day, dreaming about seeing my name as one of the reputed columnist at a National newspaper. Then came a screeching end to my day dreaming from the other room. “Surabhi, get ready quickly, papa is late for his office and he’ll drop you to college on the way”. They weren’t really excited to send me to study as long as I learnt all the chores and groomed myself as a perfect “house wife”. The only thing that excited them was when I got marriage proposals as soon as I turned 18, happy to give me away and reduce their burden of having a daughter as their only child.

I quickly got ready and ran out to the scooter with a chapatti which amma stuffed in my mouth in a hurry. Pappa was waiting there with a frown. “Since day one you are going to be late is it ? Anyways clear all subjects and get a degree, it’s enough.” I am usually a very calm girl, but the sentence said by my father was demotivating enough to get me all welled up; I somehow controlled my anger and climbed the scooter. Reached the college gate, a gate to heaven I thought, a gate to freedom where I need not be a housewife and I can speak my mind out.

As soon as I entered, a bunch of guys surrounded me who seemed like seniors. A tall guy with a French beard introduced himself as Sharan. He smiled at me and said “Don’t worry we were planning to rag you but then I stopped these guys since you were my junior at school. The wonderful artist Surabhi who made great sketches that amazed me back then”. I was stunned to hear all this. Neither had I seen him in my school nor remembered seeing him in any of the drawing competitions which was the only place where he could see my drawings .I murmured a “thank you“ and left the place in a hurry as I was already late for the first hour of my my first day at college.

Days passed by and I had made a couple of friends there. And my English teacher was especially proud of me since I wrote the best essays in class. She suggested me to write blogs which people could read over the internet. I had never given it a thought until that day and she encouraged me that I was really good. The whole evening was spent in writing my first blog and posting it. I was so happy to see my name on the computer and hugged Madhavi ma’am out of excitement. I felt I have a mentor now to guide me through my tough times. But the happiness didn’t last long.  Few days later Madhavi ma’am told me that she was engaged and was leaving college after the wedding. The one hope of someone being there for me was also taken away.

But while leaving she told me “Surabhi, keep me updated through your blogs, would love to know what is happening with you”. My eyes sparkled because I knew she would reply to my blogs and at least that last hope would still be alive. I decided to write my day to day life incident just for her.

Day 1 of my own blog. The one I wrote before couldn’t be considered because it was written by Madhavi ma’am herself just as a trial. The first blog I wrote was in the browsing centre of college. I decided to spend an hour each day blogging about every little detail when everyone else was busy digging into their lunches. I wrote

“I have a thousand questions but not many answers; I don’t have a direction to move forward. Life has become a train with the tracks nowhere to be found. 

Wasn’t in the best mood that day and didn’t have many thoughts to pen down. I decided to leave it pending that way so that I could come and finish it tomorrow. As I moved out of the browsing room I saw Sharan entering it smiling at me. I rushed away thinking that he might approach and speak to me again. The sunlight told goodbye and I had to leave college for the day. As I entered home I saw mom’s face which had signs of disappointment. She was angry that I was late and yelled at me. This isn’t the time for girl’s from a good family to return back home. Again this calm girl had welled up inside and rushed into the room without replying. I still could hear amma yelling at me but I kept my ears and heart shut to her words. To give my thought a happy diversion I switched on the computer and decided to finish my blog.as I penned down my misery at home amma came into the room , without thinking what I had written I published it out in a hurry hiding my anger I had just expressed within the blog. Amma ignored it a left me alone in my room.

The next day I was in a hurry to leave to college because it was no longer comfortable or peaceful to write at home. I wanted to read again about what I had written. When I entered the browsing room and switched on the monitor that I had logged into last time something made my jaws drop. My blog was open there and someone had replied to it.I read out the name loudly “ ImhereWithYou”. It creeped me out completely. Sweat dripped down my forehead because I had just got an anonymous reply by someone who wants to convey that they are there for me.

It said “We lay down our own rail tracks, just because it crosses through a tunnel doesn’t mean it stays there forever, it reaches light at some point”. I got goose bumps reading these lines. It motivated me to do something different. The blog also said how I need to deal with family problems that I had written down and confronting my parents about how much I wanted to study would make them realise that marriage is not the only option for me. I lay with my head bent down , shocked , thrilled that I have a reader , I have someone who not only follows me but also someone who cares about me. Only one name popped into my head and that was Madhavi ma’am.Only she knew about my blog, I wanted to thank her for reading it but didn’t have her number to contact. I had no other option but to thank her over the blog.

In the next blog I started by saying “ To my follower , thank u for writing my first blog”.and then I again poured my heart out about how my life needs a new meaning and how this comment helped me see my family in a new way. i unknowingly started implementing whatever madhavi ma’am had replied to my blog and everything within the family began to change.My dad started treating me like an educated daughter rather than an item to be sold to another family with pride.My mom didn’t ask anymore questions because I would reach home on time as I continued writing my blogs at home unlike before. In fact I would discuss my blogs with amma rather than being uncomfortable writing it in front of her and she was also happy that I’m opening up to her. In every reply to my blog I would get everything apart from madhavi ma’am’s phone number which I requested for in each blog.

But the day had come which would sweep me off my ground. I read the reply from “ImhereWithYou” as usual and felt happy. Immediately another reply popped up there.

“Great blogging Surabhi. You were asking my number from another follower of yours which wasn’t me. But here’s my number anyway”. And the number was there.my heartbeat stopped for a while. I wanted to call but the nervousness gripped me ,was it or was it not her. I grabbed my guts and gave her a ring. She picked and yes it was her.The rest of the conversation I don’t remember because only one thought had captivated my mind…. “After all who was IT ? “.

When I looked out of the door I saw Sharan peeping into the centre.and when I looked he immediately turned away.I ran out of the centre and saw Sharan walking away. I called out to him.My instincts pointed out that this guy maybe the one who played along.Maybe it was a part of his ragging scheme that he had missed out on the first day.

With a little bit of anger and frustration on my  face which could be made out from a far distance. Sharan knew this was coming.

“Calm down. What seems to be the problem?” utters Sharan

Then comes the fury back again, this time more loud and prominent – “Why do you keep commenting on my blog?  What are you to me? Why do you even care about what I write?”.

Unable to see her in so much pain he finally decides to reveal the truth about what he has been doing all along. “Please sit. Let me explain.” Says Sharan.

I calm down and decide to hear him out.

“It’s me. But it’s actually not me” says Sharan.

“It’s your mom through me”. I sit there thinking if it is for real ,stunned. I dont believe him in the start. “Please don’t play with my life.I have had enough of you giving me false hopes.Now that I know it was you everything has dropped down just like it was before.no one to hear me out all over again”.Sharan interrupted my rage and dragged me to a chair and made me sit and started narrating.

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know anything about you. All I knew about you was u sketch very well and that was told to me by my mom who by the way is your mom’s childhood friend”

First time I read your blog was here in the center. I saw the disappointment in it regarding your family.I told this to my mom who in turn approached  your mom since she has been her friend since ages.Your mom was initially very dissapointed by the way you wrote about your family, but later on my mom’s suggestion she decided to take the internet route to talk to you. Your mom knew we were in the same college and had asked me to watch over you.She has treated you like her baby daughter always but feared to express it as you might get very attached to her and when the time comes for you to get married you would miss her more than ever.But when she knew about how you felt she blamed herself for it.Everytime I started reading your blog I would translate and narrate it to her.and she would tell me to reply whatever I have replied so far.As you know everything has changed for you since then.She has been your mentor and she had been “Here with you” always. He just smiled saying all this.

I ran from there in tears.Rushed home and hugged my mom.Said sorry for all that I wrote about her.Finally I knew who that ‘someone’ was. The “unkown blogger” was with me since the day I stepped into earth. After all I knew that my mentor was my own mom.

DARK CloudS

Posted: June 17, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

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Harsha Aithal: Never imagined he can write so well.  Whenever he writes he leaves a immortal spark. I hope(fake hope) that His weekends be filled with lots of fun and just fun. And congrats on that sexy bike of yours:) Harsha. I pray to god that soon a pretty lady will accompany you on your next trip
Thank you for being part of my blog. My wait for your article continues:)
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Time to write something again, but first up a disclaimer, if some of you find this article a bit harshly or rudely written then you are right.. Because this was a result of a series of a mixed emotions on a Sunday morning in office! Yes, that’s right.. Such is Life  And nobody gets me wrong here.. I am not a stud or an “employee-of-the-year” to work on a Sunday. I prefer my holidays and weekends more than the salary and bonus or other carrots!! It is just that my weekend is left shifted starting from Friday ending instantaneously on a Saturday. God knows how many friends have I lost because of this and their marriages and receptions and other endless social commitments:) And the other thing about this piece of crap (I mean this article) is that I still haven’t decided upon the title yet.. Because I am not sure how it’s going to go. Or I will have to abruptly stop writing just because someone from my work life ping me on OC and drag me to some kind of madness. At this line, if you are still wondering why my weekend is left shifted, well, that’s because I work for a Dubai client and in that part of the world things are a little different including the weekends!! Should say it’s a series of mixed emotions, such a small brain and yet powerful enough to cope up with everything you throw at it (for most of us, but some go nimhans!). And the heart as always peaceful. (I completely understand if you think I am nuts after reading the last two sentences leading up to this!!).

And I should thank Sister Syl for letting people like me selfishly use her space to scribe madness in its sheer audacity, anonymously or otherwise!!

I have got this beautiful place in office to work. If I just slightly look up (the word “slightly” is important because the office has roof and it is just that I am facing the wall of tinted glass like in every office these days), blue sky and 2 layers of clouds. Very lazily moving top layer and just beneath them the darker rain clouds moving ferociously to a gathering to teach this humanity “who is the boss”. (Oh shit I have put my socks for drying outside in the terrace!)

Now I am getting a sense of what I am writing. I have recently bought this bike, Royal Enfield thunderbird 500 which is quite heavy considering both the money I paid and its weight. Well you might think I am showing myself off here, well that’s not the point (Even though it is exactly the point: p otherwise I could have just said “a bike”). I am feeling a real guilt here. I have always considered myself as an un-official president of PETA and Greenpeace. (And you don’t know what are these? well, then in that case, you are what I am writing about). I like greeneries, I like blue skies I like cats, I like dogs I like everything that is natural. I have made myself a commitment not to indulge in something that is harmful to Mother Nature. And yet I bought a bike! Like me lot of people are contributing to this destruction by paying hefty amounts. Well you might think nothing serious has happened till now, and it is true because we are inside this effect already for so long that we are getting used it. The temperature readings now in Bangalore are 6 to 7 degrees more than it used to be few years ago. We are so naïve about it that, one fine morning I read a news article about some students inventing a tech which could make a vehicle to go about 1000KMs with just 1 Ltr. of fuel and I posted this on FB. To my surprise hardly few people liked it. And it occurred to me that we are looking forward to a real 2012 to take anything seriously.

During one of the journeys back home, I saw this beautiful water fall near Sakaleshpur. It was in its full might as it was the rainy season. I was feeling happy for a few people who were there and stopped to appreciate it. Few moments later it all turned upside down for me. The same people threw water bottles, plastic covers everything into that falls!! And that explained me everything about humans. We might be superior in food chain but we still can’t predict when it is going to rain. And it is high time we realize that there is something even superior to us. We might have discovered a moon and other 7 or 8 planets but there other innumerable things which we have no clue about. The technology might give very few people (who can afford it) a very few days but extinction is inevitable if the rate of destruction continues like this. Well look around, Haiti, Pakistan, why so far did we all forget Tsunami’s. We spend hours discussing why someone lost a life by committing suicide and yet the same people are careless about some other people who die because of a flood or a draught. A person dies because of a thunderbolt and this news appears in a corner of a page in one of the dailies…

I have so much to say but I don’t think that will work out here, for conclusion, I would like to say this… When we these ACs and Refrigerators were farting CO2 like anything, mother nature opened up the ozone layer and as a result people fell sick very badly (referring to skin cancer and etc.) nature is mother, might well has a greater level of patience but it did open the ozone layer and it will open the door for human extinction. Our earth is a small molecule in this vast universe. It is answerable to its superior. It does everything in its power to save its existence. Sorry If have made anyone to come here and read this thinking that I have written some Girlfriend-Boyfriend story (you have been warned during the initial few sentences of this article 🙂 ). I felt, this is more serious than some pity human miseries. God bless us all. And God? Yeah it is nature for me. Fits into all the definitions of God. Creator, destroyer! – Which I think all the religions agree, even though they kill each other for other differences!!

I have given the title now as “Dark Clouds” as they inspired me to write this and by the end of this article, when I looked up like I did before I see more of them now. And I am eagerly waiting for another beautiful natural event – Rain

FasT N SpuriouS

Posted: June 7, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

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Raj: I know name sounds very very filmy. As he wanted to keep his identity secret he told me use this name. Professionally he is a techie and an excellent reviewer. When I write some article all he points out is my spelling mistakes and the incomplete flow. When I listen to his reviews all I want to do is strangle him to death. You see i hate good feed back. I calm down and make a note of his tips, useful ideas.  Must say his reviews helped me a lot .The English lingo’s he uses only English dictionary and Google can find. He is also a travel freak

Thank you Raj for being part of my blog:). Hope you write much more Cool stuff like this. all the very best

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KA 42 M9772.. On yellow board. It seems to be jumping up and down. Oh wait, it is a bus, I notice. Pretty huge one at that. Weird of me to observe the number before seeing the bus, SRS travels. Oh SRS travels, I have travelled on it. Nice bus.. But… why is it going in wrong direction ?

Srstravels.com 973883. I read whatever I can see in the rain. Yellow color, White background. I am happy about the observational power at this hour of night. I see many lights passing by me. Think they are vehicles.

‘Tabooo’ I shout.. What am i doing behind this bus ? I am listening to Don Omar.. I increase the volume. I know the song.. The old one was called Lambada. The new one has the same tunes, but older one had better visuals. But new song is an OST as they call, for FnF. You know, Van Diesel.. Fast cars.. Lotza action.

I see the bus bus on my left, it is a long one. Guess I am overtaking it. I see the dark road again. I don’t see any street lights, I dont mind. I like it this way. Observe the speed for a full minute. I thinki am going at 80. Am I really.. That is too slow, for this time of of the day. I press the right pedal. I hope I will be able to break at the right turn.

I do manage to take it, I appreciate myself. I hope my boss was so appreciative too. He appreciate nothing, off course he hasn’t seen me taking right turns. I forgive him. Oh shit.. Not again. I break and stop. I see a huge line of vehicles stopped. I see some lights moving at the end of it. But not on the road. That must be the train. It never goes on the road. Guess I have to invent a train that goes on the road. Right next to the railway track I see a blue car. It is some 9 to 10 vehicles away from me. Well I have my new challenge. The moment the gate opens I have to overtake that blue car.

Gate has opened, I have crossed the track.. And I am overtaking the vehicles like crazy. ‘Rabiosa’ .. It is now Shakira. I like her in that hair style i think.. But what the f#%* it means ‘bite me in la voca’.. ? ‘Rabiosa’ i shout., the only safe haven for me to be a kid.. My car.. I can shout my heart out !

A street light seems to be very close.. Oh wait.. It is a motor cycle. I see the rider cursing me on close observation. ‘What do you think.. The whole road is yours ?’ I shout back. Of couse with all windows closed. Now I am very close to the blue car. Oh yes.. That is the one I have to overtake..

I press my accelerator as hard as i can. ‘ try racing with me again you f#*%^r’ ! I shout as I pass him. It is a wide open road now. Dont see any vehicles. I hate such roads… no excitement.

I am approaching very close to my destination. Wait ! where am I going ? And why ?. I, don’t quite remember. But I know it is my destination. There are few shops open.. I see a few people. It is still raining.

‘Thud.. Thud.’.. Sound seems to have come from under my car.

Hope it is a dog. ‘Coz all I ever have.. Redemption song’ chimes in Bob Marely.