The world I lived is lost in memories . And the memories is now changed to The Lost World ... the world that is lost for the world but the one i Still read and love and read on ...
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Lonely Tea
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A friend Wishes ....
these are the little things i wish for you
to see you through the short rainy days
that promises of bright sunny days ahead....
So, guys and gals
these are the little things i wish for you
to show you the missed stunning silverlining
that basks us in its warming glow tomorrow....
So, guys and gals
these are the little things i wish for you
to see your bright and cheerful faces
that stays so till the dawn of the new year....
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I want to ...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Nandi Hills Revisited
It was a second trip to Nandi , but it was not on bike. It was TT ,and with close friends , I have shared some personal space. I just had hoped the trip will be one of the finer ones , but the effect of the first one is still too mystifying. We biked all the way to Nandi with Somu and Shruti , but due to lack of time had to return early.
This time the time constraint still pronounced we decided to move at 2 AM , and true to our words ( possibly the first time) ,we started off at time. It was nearly full moon lit night, and we started off to the Nandi. Ashu was the first to join us in TT , followed by others. Soumya, Dheera, Neha came in. Then last stack was Namita and Princy, more surprised than we reaching on time rather being excited. The TT flew off to the Nandi , but stopped mid-way for some personal reason of driver.
The music DVD did not read this time , and the driver had put on certain south Indian songs , which were stopped on request. Then , we stopped for Tea. It was a bit cold , and there were many boys outside , so we asked the girls to stay inside TT , and they had cosy tea indoors while the guys had hot warm tea in middle of windy road.
Then around a few Kms up the uphill track we decided to stop , just like that.
And we went out. Just a few minutes and we were well up the small boundary on the periphery of the hill , with no protection , and light of moon lighting all the way. We were middle of a silent night , facing a very beautiful hill and as I would say it , you see life in best shades standing on verge of death. The breeze was gentle , and temperature must just be clocking double digits in Celsius . And I decided to challenge the death of night. With Chu Chu on my left side , we shouted “ Mar Javaaaaa …..” and trust me , death would have run away for life. And with me and Chu chu on one side , come the world and we will show you. The echo was strong enough that it came back to us.
Princy can justify it , and when we all shouted , nothing came back.
There is something called as resonance , compatibility and above all , the sense of WE. A sudden streak in the sky , green –blue shade was noticed. A Shooting star , and we shouted in joy. We all held together , and a sense of being together send across an aroma that was powerful enough to break a thousand stars. The stars kept on felling for the night into the morning light. It was our day , and we would wish and it will come true. We saw a lot of constellations , a time from my past re-visited. I wanted to see the Hunter, the red blue star combination.
The space shared with my diamond , and here Himanshu shares the same space. It was then a month before I left for Infosys , and this is here when a month before Himanshu and me see it. I will tell hunter to deliver my message to the Gods above that this hunter is ready for the next ride , next exploration , and as a symbol to move on , I will be moving on. Then we started singing the song , one from Jo Jeeta who hi sikander, “ Phela Nasha phela khumaar,naya pyaar hai naya interzaar , ker loon mien kya apna haal , aye dil-e-bekarar , mere dil –e- beqarar tu hi bata . Udta hi firun in hawaon mien kahin , ya mein jhool jaun in ghatao mein kahin, ik ker doon aasmaaa aur zameen , kaho yaaro kya Karun kya nahi … and I wanted time to halt. It was indeed the first
love experience when vocal chords just added tones to the words coming straight from hearts , finding the way into each other. The sense of friendship , the bond was in cast , deep , deeper and deepest in each passing moment in this night.
It was not that it was not special to all , but for me , I can feel the Indian air right through my windpipe , as my soul telling me to look ahead. You will see the God , I tried , didn’t see any. Then as magic one would say , I saw a magical eye formation in the hill top in front of my eyes. Many saw that. Then I turned back, and the thing I wanted to share with Himanshu only was overtaken by my instincts and to all my so so special friends , I told them the secret. You guys know why I made that red and blue star , for each time in my life when I will see the hunter I will remember you , and hope each time you see the Hunter constellation ( Orion) , you will not remember class IX science book , but this wonderful moment when we all shared a part of life together.
When we spent a few moments together which no one can take away , one wish which we all had while the stars shot across the sky like Diwali crackers. What if we didn’t carry the crackers , God has his way to welcome us. A song was followed by second to third. “Kaise Jiya tere bin” started on Ashu’s cell , and we all sung in chorus. We were scripting a new dimension to Friendship in the middle of night to run through our veins for end of life. While I write this sentence , there is a shiver in my spine , and chill ran down my senses , as I was lost in the same dark night. Never seen a day so bright as the well illuminated dark night it was. As I always say , words are failing me to express the expression on our faces. As I held himanshu’s hand after Mar java , it was feeling of two brothers. The hug before we just left was just another white brick in the monumental Taj our friendship has evolved over a period of ages now. It must be half an hour and we all lived one more life , a separate one. One in which silence music , shooting stars and loud cheers acted as hot metal worked on by cold water to cast it to irreparable bond. We all were special as we are, and will always remain same. Himanshu decided to take me down , and Ajit came running it , for favor cant be one sided , and nothing we can do single handed, not because we CANT but because we know the feeling of WE is infinity times stronger than that smallest complete sentence in English language “I”.
We were back in TT , relishing the just passed phased, many of us were smiling to ourselves while a few others started singing. It was an emotion , and I had known we are weaved in a knit of friendship which possibly won’t be broken by any for eternity.
The trip was already growing heavy for many of us, at least for me , if not anyone else. I just wanted it to go forever. The TT was requested to stop for one more time, just a few hundred meters , and we found a another point. The point was again a wonderful spot but stinking smell refrained many from sitting. A dangerous place to say the least but we lay down. Me and Himanshu joined by Ajit and later on by Ashu. But the exotic smell drove us back. And then it was an uphill , and we all ran.
Ran like free birds , birds of same feather going on to have one memorable outing to be remembered , to be captured , to be shot and showed, to be scanned in the brains for a long time. TT was now at Nandi Hills.
The first vision of the Nandi noticed was a lot of people and groups have accumulated. Then there was another sight , the counter is not opened. The sun is on verge of rising , and there is no one to open the door. Utilize the time for a stroll , where Ajit repeated his incidence of him and Saurabh( one of his close friends he misses very much, honestly) taking picture with a bull. Where they went at lengths to take the pic. Dheera was witness to some of the old Deepak attitude, but thankfully he overcame them easily. Then we all headed back to ticket counter which was open and we ran into for a quick first cum first serve basis. In the corner were me , neha , dheera , somu , namita and princy. The air was still cold getting colder with passing seconds , and I was here in my Delhi best, offering my jacket to the shivering girl on the right. She denied it, but gladly accepted after a few seconds. Tickets in hand , and josh in hearts we started to the Nandi. The most awaited destination. As we shouted and moved to the hills , the main door was locked. And we shouted , and so did so many of groups, they had to , we had half a dozen of most beautiful girls in the gang. We then proceeded to the gate which the gate-keeper promptly open. He had opened the lock and we were the first ones to enter the Nandi Hills. We walked through the same lane again. The place last time had looked majestic for the sunshine which came piercing through the trees. My last memories were broken by people running uphill to see the view. There were two paths , one in more haunted woods and other in open. Well , coming for sunrise view, woods might just not be a good option. We moved to periphery for a good view and then was another view. We went to same spot and stood up on the wall. The pain in leg had still not subsided and needed good help from friends to climb it. For a few pix refreshed the previous one. We all stood like kings and then suddenly there was a voice , sun might just rise. All forgot and ran to the direction where sun rays would come. And we had to follow. Me , Ajit , Namita and Princy at back while Ashu was somewhere in middle. Not sure where , but Somu and Neha were running fast, as if to catch the sun before we can have a shot. Anyhow , they had to wait in woods for us to join. To Namita and Princy who were careful most of the times I was not left behind. They would skip a few steps to enable me to walk with them. But the uphill was right there. Had to climb the hill. AJ also ran , and so did everyone else. Ashu waited there , as we had a few pix and then moved on. Reaching the top where sun was no where in picture but it was our day. It has to come out. Well, he did not , but since we are here , we don’t care. We all shouted at top of voices , laid on icy cliffs, cuddled together and had a great time together at top of world , I mean hills. The cheer was louder than any microphone ever installed , the chemistry showed , and even the shy sun just came out of mist to have a look at the wonderful group which has come to Nandi. He tried hard, but to evade the pearl of friendship, and new face of fun was also unbearable to the Chariot of Light. He tried to do a sneak peek , but we saw him. Someone did snap a picture of the thief , hiding behind fog to participate in the gang. Then it was game, like hide and seek. We would keep our pose and cameras ready , and he would come and go. More often we won , sometime he did. He grew big in size, for first time I was not able to hold it in my hand, for first time its light was more soothing than morning city sun. I wanted to ask him , if he can stay like this forever. A cute sun, which I can look upto and talk. Which will be my friend. I have over a period of few hundred years taken the pictures of sun in its full glory, and more than often I ended with a black spot, but this time it was orange. It did not look angry but playful like us. This time I liked you. This time I know you like me , in fact , I know Mr. Sun , you liked us. You have like the shooting stars blessed us with luck for future , as your son.
With each passing moment, the clock ticked , and then we decided to move on. I had a sense of satisfaction of capturing Sun first thing in the morning. And more happy was I that I sitting at top of the world knew he can see me much better than he ever saw me. And I am sure ,each time from now on , when he wakes up and visits Nandi Hills, he must spare a look to the most wonderful group to rock the rocky mountain. Don’t worry, we will all come again. Moving on, to the end of one side of cliff , where slippery rocks were abundant, but our feet were firm. We went to the edge. And then came in daring Somu to put a foot to the limits. She had gone to limits , and enjoyed every bit possible. Princy and Namita sat on a rock for sometime. After capturing all the glory in eyes , we decided to explore more. Namita stood up, and Princy was still sitting. “ Fevicol ka mazboot jod hai, tootega nahi” , and then we made an observation, that a small tilt and she would go rolling down. This scare was more than enough for her to get up and get rolling.
“Omelet , Maggi and Tea”, came a sound from somewhere and we all rushed to the call of the tea. A few more metres , and there was a temple. Ajit and me remembered this temple since last time ,when we saw something we didn’t like. Well, then we have decided to by-pass same. But this time Neha insisted she would give it a visit , and so if one goes, all follows. Somu decided to stay out on a logical reasoning, and on her insistence , all went alone. The lanes had a pugent smell , but then as I entered the main compound, we saw a big pole, possibly used as a solar clock. But how does they find time when sunshine is not present for most part of day. The people have watches. And here we were informed temple opens at 10 AM , so we let the God sleep and went ahead. There were Namita, Princy, Dheera , Himanshu in front of some small temple. After people prayed , as we were again to depart from the place, there was a sight of pond. People leaving were called back, esp the ones who are in most hurry to run. The steps lead to a small pond , which on first sight seemed to have pure water , but that was a dream short lived. The water was hot , a mirage when in freezing temperatures walking bare foot for few hundred meters, anything would be warm. Finally the next stop MAGGI …. TEA …. EGGS ….
The stall was not very far, and in flick of eye we were in the open shade of Nandi , covered with a thin green net type material. The order was placed , as the confusion always was. For a group of 9, 7 Maggi , 9 Tea, 6 Omelet. This was just the starting. The time has stopped, or we were running. Another one when we sat together, THIS IS NANDI HILLS. This was first time when the feeling had to sink. And then Deepak presented Namita and Namita with a T-Shirt (each a piece). Well , came in first order, and this fellow , Mr. Deepak who had done most of the shouting for no Maggi for him was having Ajit’s Maggi, as Ajit was too busy cleaning up Himanshu’s plate. Soumya was busy taking ownership of Dheera’s tea , while Princy was shifting the green chillies to Namita ( it was actually beans which she realized after finishing the plate). Ashu seemed to be too busy deciding whether to eat bread or the Omelet. Also her one spoon of Maggi from neighours was the only thing more prolonged than the order list we gave. Then another round of Tea and other stuff. This time Deepak took custody of extra tea ,which he shared with Namita, despite repeated protests from the rival camps trying to eye our precious tea. The bill of 550 grands was a bit surprise for a group as we are, was not the first time neither unexpected. Paying the bill and moving out, the waiter asked us to wait till the amount was cleared. Well , I paid more than the bill amount, but he was worried of the some extra. And he got it.
Next was Nandi Bull Temple , possibly the hill getting the name because of same, or because of hill name, a temple built. I don’t know and I don’t even care. As we moved out , it started to drizzle. In the cold air, when Sun has left us behind on other side of the mountain , we were left facing the hard rain. But did I not tell you , the majestic power of friendship , and its intensity was strong to make a thousand stars break. And same thing happened, another fulfilled wish.Somu started singing a beautiful song , joined by me. But Ajit and Himanshu get missing. All went ahead , but Ashu stopped for them. And then Deepak and Ashu looked for them. They soon came , and we were back on track to the unprotected boundary of slippery rocks and broken walls, possibly broken to let us enjoy the beauty because it seemed distinct possibility the English attack at Tipu’s tenure were strong enough to shoot it down.
( to be continued … )
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Ear Phones Stolen
There was a time I was in Pune,
And saw those Bose earphones to tune,
Listened and fell in love to quality so pure,
Wanted to own those expensive set for sure.
The cost too high to afford ,
And house advance broke my music mode ,
Took a cheaper set to music road ,
With vow to get the high end ones music node.
And came Diwali pleasant to speak ,
Wrapped in came a gift from brother of mine ,
A san Disk high end earphone set so fine ,
And born in me was music freak .
Went here and there , and everywhere ,
To whomsoever it may concern my dream is here ,
Clarity so fine, pleasant and surprise to share ,
I finally did a dare .
Wanna do some e-learning and brought to place,
My cubicle the earphone signed loved brother so grace,
As pure as white as sound quality was a shiny glaze ,
Missing it goes in morning today
Called the security and reports the theft,
The personnel tries to tell none dared to touch even left ,
Insistence let the complaint filed and me in sorrow sight,
My dream is stolen and so is the gift.
The next hour was pain though ,
And new one would cost a fortune through ,
Saw ones resembling mine in a desk so new ,
It will take courage to ask about my ear phones she knew.
With love for the gift ,
And the courage renewed ,
I went and found its mine so fine ,
And goes down in drain the respect till date.
I got the ear-phones back and was sad still ,
May be I should have not found them ,
For The respect in fellow colleagues would there be still,
And would have reverted to cheaper still.
There are many a earphones to be laid hands on ,
And taken to home and sold for ten bucks possibly on ,
But each carries a tag more than a few hundreds ,
Few sentiments , few emotions and few memories to bid on
Monday, December 8, 2008
Soumya
An angelic face and smile so sweet ,
Mature brain and sight to keep ,
Friend of friends in night so deep,
She along only happiness you reap.
Tall as a model would be ,
Features even Miss India envy ,
Leading someone in someway ,
Logical reasoning one would say.
Known her for a few months now,
And seems she was in all summers so hot ,
And also a shield when the winters did snow,
She is all of above without a doubt.
The dove was pure in purest form ,
Beauty apart , she has brains to add so strong,
With her things are corrected which went wrong,
For she picks up only problem as would a tong.
A friend shoulder in times so bad ,
True friend even in mood so sad ,
Wished since my life a friend I had,
Wish granted was all the God ever said.
You can change with times as times would ,
But change not the 82 to life as it should,
Best is with what you have today ,
And (touchwood) remain it be like that till end of times support could .
( PS: This is not a generalized poem but for someone who is not just someone J )
Friday, November 14, 2008
Little Angel ....
Bestest Person ....
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Life maintained @ high speeds
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Charisma neva dies ...
Rise with rising star , and you will not see the daylight. There was never a time when I was in such a wonderful company , rather always was. Way back in school , me , Pruthi and Mitin had lots of fun. We graduated to Anand , Rhythm and me. Then there was a phase when I had good times with Sumit Juneja and Amit, roaming at 1 AM on streets of Calcutta. Mysore saw me ,Anand and Sid. Then Ashish, Dipankar and me. Come Bangalore , me , Abhishek and Prashanth. Move in Vipul , Sameer and me. Then came Fateh , Sameer Mohan and me. Each of these trilogies have special mention and experiences to share , cherish and remember for life. But as entire group left Bangalore , I was stranded all alone in 1 BHK. But who dare stop the talent destined to meet. There are a thousand stars , but its lodestar that shines the brightest. In this galaxy of friends , and constellations of so many pairs , I am currently in a solar system named “ Chamatkari Ladke” , self-proclaimed name for the most wonderful group to rock my life. Now was it me who re-defined the way they lived or other way round can be debated forever. Here I am starting to pen down the most beautiful phase of my life with these two guys, which will go beyond emotions. The reflections of a psycho writer should not be mistaken for any fiction writing, though I may not be able to gurantee it with any proof.
So the first time we start, I entered the house with a with no more hope than to change the situation, when I was told by Anuj about Ajit’s interests and I thought it would be good. The first expression of Himanshu on meeting me was same as one he has everyday morning for next 7 months. I have come to a house where possibly i will find the people suiting me. and i had known , even if they are not , possibly I would melt and cast in the castings. Anuj's talk about the nature of guy Ajit is, told me well as how to get his friendship. Himanshu was a harder nut but as destiny cant keep poles apart , and 1 + 1 = 2 = 11 of June , we had to be in the best of the worlds. There was a common friend , which migrated to a few more. Initally it started with one , and then we didnt have common friends , we were the world. We dont give the world a damn , and are there for each other in possible and sometimes impossible limits a friendship can ask you to stand. The friendship i share with these guys is just too awsome. Each time i have new friends , i learn things, i pretend to be the weakest. For many in the past who would know what an attitude i carried to this day when i try to be humble , not because it suits me , because i have learnt that friendship is not a big thing, its not a 20 storey building having lavish compartments built in a span of 6 months , but its collection of those small contributions that make a single storey hut a home. Friendship does come with a big price tag , as was motto of first school i attended ... Service before self , change it to friendship before self. My motto in life is different , and this is about me.
This article is something i write for myself , for my friends and anyone who is bored , should not continue. This is now where i am pouring it out . Last week we went out to Palace Grounds and was a pleasant experience. But and himanshu did all that was needed to secure all other friends. But at end of day , i mean night , when we sat and started to talk , it was just another night with mockeries. Tired as we are , we want to talk more. There are many things we have in common , there are many experiences we share. There is one thing which i am gonna take out of this circle of friends, there is something i learn silently. I see fights , i dont want to , but i know how to avoid them. There can be multiple claims of lost faith and friendship. I have been held responsible once for breaking the faith ( not my fault , and taken only for friendship). Well leaving those things behind , and many things to follow, i would just say. I will try to keep all my friendship safe and secure. I really dont know about the future plans , as to how long i will be here. Till Nov , Dec or next birthday. But one thing i know , it might be a just bit more hard to leave these guys. So was with Sameer and Fateh , Andy and Rhythm. But life moves on , and till the time you just move on , and leave the memories to stray in lanes of amnesia , its fine. Else it might jsut be difficult. And getting all my experience , all of a quater of century , i can gurantee one thing , we three gonna rock a long long way. Possibly living the golden period of our life together. I am still hopeful that we might be together for a long time , before any one of us says audieu. And i know it must be for me to say that , because i have been tried and tested by times to hurt myself, to suffer the pain that helps me becoming a better indiviual. If tomorrow i come up with a parting post , trust me , it will be hard. And i might take a time of eternity to pen down the time i spent with these guys, the mysore CCD , the friendship day , sukhi show , to late night maggies and gap-shap.
And i can only say ... The Charisma Continues ....
Monday, September 22, 2008
Nandi hills -- Experience to Cherish
Occassion : Shruti to Bangalore Visit
Potential Candidates for Trip : Himanshu , Deepak , Ajit , Soumya and Shruti.
Primary Target: Nandi Hills
Secondary Target : Sunrise on Nandi
The bike on which i covered those 68 Kms , this is just 2 Kms to Nandi Hills. The light in the area was low to drive at higher speeds. Hands were nearly a part of handle when we decided to stop for the first time.
How far is pretty far. A Mile long pic , taken from a mile

The Rising Sun , this rising sun was visible for a while before it set down and let us all in arms of majestic Nandi Hills ....

The pic in the blue . Below is the pic taken without any special effect , and is not editted. While just setting the camera , the surroundings changed to blueish , and i just clicked it. Possibly what nature had it in for us .... a divine blue

For the close-up pic to all those who think i never use a razor :) Noe dont complain of comb please

Since you have had patience enough to reach till this section the below pic should be of insignicant interst to you.

Heights : you are still wondering Why ??? Himanshu is missing guys ...
Why ... in next post sometimes :)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friendship Week
Lets look at the pic below ... lush mountains , vast fields and road of the city. This is Bangalore , believe me. And we are in heavens , the outskirts , and i still feel the tourism in the city is still underexplored but I would like it to be this way for a long time. This is me and Ajit at the dead end of this marvellous road, which is neither Nice Road , nor Outer Ring Road or Expressway or Superway . This is possibly some hidden place for bike drag race since the road just has tributaries to it , and it itself does not has a source or destination. An awsome place, but am sure i wont be able to find it again without the other two.

As we came to halt and decided to take a break and few pics of this beautiful place , we skidded through a muddy path , right deep into tunnels and most dangerous place to bike on. We reached the bottom of the place now , and still no concrete road. Well this went ...( will continue later )

Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Mysore Cafe Coffee Day - Part 1
Its a month later i am posting this. And i have wanted to do this for so long now. The blog entry describes the first weekend of August celebrated in a special way. The weekend is also known as Friendship Day. Even though I did not got a call from a few I had expected the most, the fun and space I shared with the other two guys will not be any less. So It was 1st Aug2008 , and we decided to go to Mysore.
Time: 1130 PM
Meeting Agenda : What to do on Weekend !!!
Meeting Attended By: Himanshu , Ajit and Deepak
Meeting Place: Gtalk and Mobile
Decided : Travel to Mysore Next morning, will ask few girls to move with us.
So as decided , a few girls were called at 12:30 AM and requested them to come to Mysore, next day at 4:00 AM. This was what was expected to be more of unrealistic situation , and we were suitably awarded with curses , as the call to many went upto 1 AM. I specified , if there are no girls, i dont care and we are gonna have the fun.
Forgot to mention , Ajit and Himanshu were in office and me in home. And i went to sleep at 1AM.
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Time : 3:30 AM
Day: Aug 2 , 2008.
The knock on the door , and Himanshu was unable to find the keys. Today only he was to forget the keys. He came in and informed me if the plan to go to Mysore is still ON. I was in half sleep, and yes Yes. And he asked me to get ready to leave. I was under impression that we will leave at 6 AM. This was not going to happen. I humbly , like a kid of four fought that I should be allowed to sleep for some time ,to which he refused.
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Time : 3:40 AM
Ajit's call came , he will be home by 4:10 AM. and the wish was granted. I still cherish those 20 min of sleep. And i was waken by another shout from another one. And by 430 AM , without a plan , without girls even , these guys have decided to hit the road.
Time : 430 AM
Meeting Agenda: Himanshu does not have a Helmet
So Himanshu has a bike but no helmet , so what to do now. We decided that he will carry on with Ajit and i will be drive alone. Anyhow I dont like guys sitting on my bike either.
Also was decided we will go to Cafe Codee Day ( CCD) on Bangalore Mysore Highway.
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Time : 500 AM
Now we are zig zagging the city roads. The virtually jam packed roads of BTM and Jaynagar were astonishingly empty. One would stop for a moment to wonder that this place can be real heaven , if the traffic is managed. The roads seem to be prefect till the time we crossed Jaynagar Petrol bunk, only to realise that the dream of perfect city was short lived. In the middle of a crossing , an entire place was dug and we took an alternate route. Another alternate followed, and this went on till the time we were actually convinced we are going to explore new territories. We ended up in Banshankari and then realised Ajit's bike is low on gasoline. Search for the bunk started as SOS. Finally we went on same known unknown path to reach to destination. One cut and one direction , to the north. Climbing steep ascents , and descending broken roads in the arms of a beautiful city. Yes , if you think Bangalore is all about traffic jams , IT companies and tall building , upcoming masterpieces and talent in India , other than a city with no nightlife and virtually non existent scenic beauty. You are mistaken my friend. The outskirts of city will shower hills on either side. The morning breeze rinses the soul as no one does. The crystal clear sky , and the whole city to look out for , this was the place. All of us parked the bikes on site (not to be read onsite ) took a few pics and moved on. The target of Mysore CCD was lost in vast free lands, large farms and small small houses. Not soon we passed Mysore - Bangalore Road , and decided to find an alternate path.

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Monday, August 11, 2008
Delhi at its pace best ...
Monday, August 4, 2008
Chowki dhani, Pune
First Sunday of eighth month this year (3-Aug-2008) I was in Rajasthan. Not exactly physically but yes the ambience and each atom of sand there made me believe I was in the largest state of India. For starters, Rajasthan is the biggest state in India, and this ethnical resort adds another acre to the state. From entrance to the starters ,from wall hangings to the way we sat having our food was all Rajasthani. This was an experience of a life time. If one was to be blindfolded and brought to this place, he would not recognize this place as being on outskirts of Pune. So what a wonderful way to share the space with my friends on this such a wonderful occasion.
It took me some half an hour to appreciate the beauty of the place and let it sink it. this is desert king , this is pink city and this is hub of folk dance. To try a hand at clay mudding , to ultimate folk dancing to bumpy camel ride, everything around made my pulse increasing. The first thing I went ahead and did was to go to the walls, which had all the hand made and crafty drawings signifying the art in the desert state. The texture of the color, and the mild fragnance blended well with the theme. And in between , i saw this beautiful painting and possibly lost in the beauty of the lady holding the earthenpot. She was beautiful, and innocence at its best. Possibly the artist drew his heart out on the wall , which had lightings also in traditional manner.
This phase was followed by a very entralling clay modelling session. The wet clay was as soft as the real desert soil , and one might be tempted to continue to keep it pressing whole day. the pot making process was not that difficult but the shapes required regular practice. I myself made a small pot , and all my friends appreciated my effort. The smell of clay was same as that left behind when first drops of rain fell on sand. This was probably the softest clay i laid my hand on, and am very happy what came out was a perfect small pot.
Camel riding was as bumpy as expected. The hump was good , probably no water scarcity in Pune, and the healthy camel took us a trip around the place. Like a Rajput going to fight Mughals was the feeling we were having. Our request to make camel run a few steps was granted well and we think only thing missing was a big sword and a turban on the head. Possibly the feeling sitting on the top of world was so great, no doubt Rajputs used to challange anyone in the battle-field and came out victorious.
What is Rajasthan without the folk, and the music and dance . Wow ... the perfect dancers with multiple earthen pots swaying to the beats of the traditional folk with energies bright enough to charge the dead batteries got the things rolling. With the dresses matched to occassions , and sitting down to enjoy the dance for half an hour. I was again lost in the magestic dance steps, the smile on face of dancer and above all with perfection her each sway was to the beat of the music. It was hard for me to avoid the music and we all started dancing. Seeing the enthusiasm in our group , we were called to dance on the stage. We knew we were no where to professional dancer but the energies were no less. Our group danced step to step and rocked the stage. Even if ours was not Rajasthani folk , we all managed a good show with synchronised dance moments and perfect co-ordination. All of Rajasthan for those brief two moments stood holding the breath for the angels from heaven dancing into the hearts of people. As the music stopped , we bowed. There was a big silence , like of the centuries. Nothing moves , even the air seemes to have paused for a moment to peep in what just happened. There was a fluctuation in the electricity and what followed was loud crisping clapping from all the places, and it seemed to go till eternity. All trees, buildings and even the dancer who had just rocked the stage came over, shook a hand and praised for the dance we had. She claimed it was best performance from anyone till date. The manager came up and gave us all a free entry coupon next time , and half of expenses paid by resort.
The gem of the evening was still to come, the dinner. The seating was just like it happens in movies. Seating on ground with a small table and finger licking food. The food was as spicy as expected. First time i cried with fire in my tongue. But even with reddening of face, and sweat dripping down my face, the taste was unbeatable. This was probably the best spicy food i had in recent times. The sweet dish was real sweet , and most cherished.
I came out of the pink city back in fast lanes of Pune , to come to office next day. Whatever be the case, the Chowki dhani just made my day , and i re-lived my life once more. a memory to cherish life long and experience to share through the close friends.