Shivaganga - Muuuuaaahhhh :)

So, we the random group of ten wanderers went to this awesome place called Shivaganga. Four bikes and a car transported us there.It is some 56 km from Bangalore, on NH-4, Tumkur road. A great spot for trekking, provided you've struck a deal with rain gods. A picture speaks mightier than a 1000 words. So feast on...

The group of ten starting from my place at morning 6 23 a.m. Yeah, you read it right, I woke up.

Me on the bike with Korr, a great rider :)

 View of the plains and rocks from half way through the top.

Befriending the clouds.

Photography novice click

Vikram at his best. A true marvel of a photograph.

Green green everywhere. 

Pseudo Eminems :)

A random click 

From the top.

One of my favorite pics. 

Not pretty much fond of masonry structures. Nevertheless.

Relaxing at the peak after the four km long uphill trek.

There was this one temple where you need to put your hand in a pot like thing. A water column will be vibrating within it. If water touches your hand, you are a blessed soul, else you are up to no good. My question: Do I need drops of water to tell who I actually am? 

In a nutshell, it was one of the best trips I have had, despite the continuous drizzle, slippery rocks and wet shoes.

Tauba tera jalwa...

So I was in Delhi earlier this week. We shook the sleep out of our eyes and took the 6 00 a.m flight from Bangalore. Landed safely (I am in-and-out acrophobic. I wish to die beautiful. Up in the air, I  murmur many deals with all the gods my brains could think of. So yeah, landing safely is sort of a  big deal). We had to wait for two hours in the endless queue for a cab,due to puja holidays' rush. Hence could not attend the meeting in morning. Perhaps sleep's wrath for driving it out so soon. Took a metro from Karol Bagh to Noida. Author is used to travelling in uncivilized parts of the country in a tonga. So Metro was like-Whoa!!! what is this thing? Trains of India? Had to take plastic coins for tickets, put my bag through an electronic scanner, swipe the tickets and get into the station. Wait for the train in the correct platform, near "women only" coach. Once the doors open, I come across 'beauties' of all kinds. The following is in common with all girls (well, at least 90% of those I witnessed)

1. More than the dress you wear, the hair you bear needs ironing. That is the need of the hour. Then it has to be cut at odd places, each strand in a different length and let loose. Make the hair wantonly fall all over your face and keep pushing it apart with one hand, of course, cell phone in the other hand. Color it with some pale brown or deep maroon, the exact sick dead color that your hair will naturally get once unattended for two three weeks. Dah this is fashion. God save them.

2.  Painting of finger and toe nails is a must. That too in shades of black, green, blue etc which, at least to me, look devilish. I had a good mind to take a nail cutter and clip them all off. Believe me, there were two college girls who were actually applying a 'third coat of nail enamel' on the running train, cursing their mother all along  for forcing them to a breakfast which wasted their time, that could otherwise have been used for painting nails. Duh!!!

3. The more uncomfortable your slippers are, the more fashionable you are !!! I am happy with my floaters, no matter what people say, its torn, its old, it does not go well with my clothes etc. My question is: Aren't footwear meant to go well with your feet rather than clothes? I just don't get the point.

4. You should show just the right amount of cleavage as a semi naked arousal technique. Men look on. In return they get monster stares from cleavage bearers.  Girls forget the fact that there's a top button on their shirts that yearns to be put on. And those good ones that don't show cleavage, wear such tight non breathable T shirts, that the push-up brassiere pattern could be made out easily.

To all the girls: You look beautiful. In your own special way. So please DO NOT go out of the way to spoil it. 

 Found these few lines somewhere and thought will put it up here.

Go ahead take a second glace,
It may be your last chance.
This beauty right here,
Is not what she is to appear.
All the make-up and all the lies,
Something you cant see through naked eyes.
True beauty that is hard to find,
It comes from within the soul & mind.
When I stand here you turn away,
As my inner self starts to decay,
Just like an old pipe beginning to rust,
Another of God's true beauty turns to dust.

55-Fiction

   A short story needs to be narrated in 55 words or less. So, read on and go thak-thak with your comments.

 

Husband: Dear, been missing you very much since morning.Will work from home, now on.

Wife: a pseudo plastic smile.

 

He holds her waist and travels to her sensitive neck line, and starts kissing.Lecherous. She responds, hoping desperately to forget her first and last love forever and wishing she had a time-turner.

Speed 1THz Memory 1 ZB :)

I liked Enthiran. Yeah, am a hard-core Rajini fan. No matter he's 60 years old. No matter he cant dance. No matter he cant look that great. But he's got something mystic about him that is really magnetic.

Aishwarya Rai Bachchan has tried best to look hot? sexy? dont know what. I dont understand why she wants to flaunt a wrinkled back. To Aish -"Baby, you cant ever act. Now you dont look good either. Please retire. Take care of your hubby and parents-in-law and sit back home. Give us rest too."

The effects are stunning. Especially in the second half during the various robot formations in the form of sphere, python,hoist etc are a visual treat. Kudos to Shanker for that.

Music is not upto the mark. None of the songs are like hummable once out of theater. I still don't believe its ARR.

Danny is not used properly. His role comes to an abrupt end.

Costumes are really good. Make-up for Rajini is also good. Not over-done at all.

Rajini as the robot "Chitti" has done a really good role.

In short, this is not one of Rajini's mass movies, but class movie. My take- must watch- once in theatre, for Rajini. That said, please dont look for logic or reality. Remember its a Rajini + Shanker movie.

If I were President..I'd be Obama :)

I had been tagged by Manasa and here I go.. Felt like doing one for quite sometime..

If I were a month, I'd be December..("This is my December" by Linkin Park is an awesome song too)

If I were a day of the week, I'd obviously be Monday , cant stay away from boss for more than two days :)

If I were a time of day, I'd be night. Reasons manifold :)

If I were a season, I'd be summer, bright and shiny always :0

If I were a planet, I’d be err... ummmm.. no idea :(

If I were an animal, I’d be my sister :)

If I were a direction, I'd be south.. lovely food slllluuurrp

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a flower vase (does it come under furniture? chalo anyways..)

If I were a liquid, I'd be kingfisher (water of course)

If I were a tree, I'd be the banyan, rich tall and majestic as ever.

I’d be If I were a tool, I’d be a tester (yeah, a disillusioned Electrical Engineer as ever)

If I were an element, I’d be sodium (well, that is the first thing that came to my mind)

If I were a gemstone,I'd be ruby.

If I were a musical instrument,I'd be veena (by the way, I know to play the veena. Learnt it for four years)

If I were a color,I'd be blue :)

If I were an emotion,I'd be joy.

If I were a fruit, I'd be water melon.

If I were a sound, I’d be the tick tick noise that my watch makes. Somehow I love listening to it. yeah even in office.

If I were a car, I'd be civic (somehow am really attracted to its headlights.. so damn sexy)

If I were food, I'd be dosa :)

If I were a taste, I'd be spice.

If I were a scent,I'd be Nike deo up or down. Trust me girls, its very very good.

If I were a pair of shoes,I'd be Adidas (anything, so long as its Adidas)!

If I were a bird, I’d be a dove

If I were a Fast bowler, I’d MM

If I were a Batsman, I’d be the god. Now everyone knows who.

All good things come to an end...or beginning?

Strangely I have never mentioned about my father in this blog roll till date. Why? reasons unknown. Perhaps I dont love him.. People dont love to breathe, do they? Then why today of all days, I feel I should bring him to this space?...

The man of big dreams, hopes and ambitions,which made him climb the career ladder in no time. One of the top ten metallurgists of India.
The man whose heart can forgive both friends and foes alike.
The man of indeterminable maturity and composition.
The man whose generosity knew no bounds.
The man who loves to eat good food, no matter if it contained high fat or calories, which his doctor advised him not to take.
The man who chose nothing less than the best for his wife.
The man who has a truly liberal thought pattern, albeit hailing from a staunch brahmin family.
The man who loves to treat his workers like his own brothers.
The man who never knows the parasites around him (or did he know and never bothered?)
The man who loves every iota of his life.
The man who was...

I love you dad. Like never before. Tears never dry, but I know you hate to see me cry. I am your daughter. I know you are watching me. Will live your dreams. As always, you shall be ever proud of your little girl. Noever gone, never far, in my heart is where you are.

Bikaner-A travelogue

One good feel I get by working for my company is I get to explore so many remotest locations of India, which I shall never do otherwise. Bikaner is beautiful in its own inexpressible way. I am staying in a Hotel Jamna Nivas which looks like a simple single storey, un cemented building from outside. But the food is good, homely and simple, something which is difficult to get in these parts. People here add a huge amount of oil in everything they cook. Reason: Rajasthan has water scarcity. Oil films the thirst and keeps body cool for considerable length of time. You can start the day by visiting the Karni Maatha temple, the famous rat temple.It is 35 km from Bikaner railway station. I felt irky at first to see 1500 odd rats, ambling about the temple, sipping milk by forming the periphery of a "parat"(a wide circular two inch depth plate), eating laddoo from pujari's hand, the remnants of which is distributed as prashad to the devotees(I did not eat it though). Jerry time: a must visit place, makes me wonder how so many rats live in harmony with people without any record disease.

Next stop: Camel park. Camels at various stages of development. Some were beautifully adorned in traditional camel clothes , a feast to eyes. Camel bone keychains are available at low prices. A good buy. Camel milk kulfi, sluuurrrrppp :)

Kundh Sagar: Minarets of the entire dynasty of Bikaner kings who had ruled for 300 years. Beautiful monuments made of rich marble, arranged in a neat matrix. Maintenance however is not very good.

Chotu Motu Joshi: You will curse yourself if you go without visiting this place. World's unbeatable lassi in such a huge stainless steel glass, can easily make up for breakfast. Big things come in small packages. So true when it comes to this place.

Return to hotel by 7 p.m., calling it a good memorable trip. Getting geared up for Monday morning blues already.
PS: Shall upload pics sometime later. Poor net connectivity.