tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85300214669392802422024-02-08T00:07:10.264+05:30LIVE WIRE......Miles to go......paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-17557267640297483512017-04-08T12:36:00.006+05:302017-04-08T12:36:52.097+05:30My experience with B1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Its been a long i have scribbled something. Blame the personal and professional responsibililies as we grow old. I have been thinking of documenting this right since it happened.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Clearing a B1 visa is not that difficult as per the ones who already possess it whereas the ones who have got rejections do not believe the same. Before i appeared for the interview i met most of them who had cleared it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As per them, it won't be a big deal. However things didn't go the way i thought. It's a morning 8.45 appointment on a bright Feb mid month day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There is a long queue outside the consulate and the entire area is filled with nervousness. After your basic appointment check is done outside the gate they make you sit inside the consulate premise in a waiting area for around 30/45 mins. Later when the interview hall is cleared for the previous batch, you will be asked to enter the hall and first your biometrics verification would be done and then you will be asked to wait for your turn. There will be representatives and ground staff at every level who would guide you with the next step. Once the buffer position on a window is vacant you would be asked to wait behind the yellow line for your turn in front of the window you will be interviewed. The windows are typically railway counter style booths which will be separated with a transparent glass and a speaker and microfone on both sides.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My first ever B1 VISA interview was not that grilling but i made it so because of my nervousness may be. There were many windows which were approving VISAs whereas there were a few from which the candidates left out with a disappointed face. I was unfortunately on one such window. When you wait behind the yellow line you get a chance to hear what the person ahead of you is answering and you could read the expressions of the officer on the other side. Finally my turn:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Passport please</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Slipped it through the small gap below the glass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: What is the purpose of your visit?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Explained</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: What kind of meetings?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Explained</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: How much is your salary?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Told</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Have you been to any other country before?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me; Yes, told the country name</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Was it for similar reason</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: No, ... told the reason</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: What is the duration of your visit?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: 2 weeks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Why can't the meetings be done on a phone call</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Gave relevant reason</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: (Not convinced), Why are "you" going and why can't they come over here?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Gave relevant reason, (Officer, not convinced)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Why do you need 2 weeks?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Explained her about the software product and company.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: What is this product about?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Explained</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Are you going to do any productive work over there? (With hand gestures..) Coding, development</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: No coding involved</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Sorry, i don't see a reason as of now for you to visit. (Handed over the 214(b) form to me</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">With this disappointment i went back to work, however i was asked to re-apply and i did so. The appointment was a month later so i had enough time to work on the things which went wrong in my previous interview.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This time it was another window.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Hello</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Good morning, Slipped my passport through the small gap below the glass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: What is the purpose of your visit?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Explained</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Why can't the meetings be done on a phone call</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Gave relevant reason and explained the importance of this visit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: (Looked convinced), Why are "you" going and why can't they come over here?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Gave relevant reason, (Officer, looked convinced)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Are you applying for the same reason you had applied before?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Yes, but i was unsure about the duration last time, i have a proper plan this time and fixed days</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: Demanded the documents which i handed over</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Officer: (Some notes on screen), your Visa is approved!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me: Thankyou</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The main difference between my two interviews was, the second time i was more confident and was able to explain the reason of my visit clearly. However during my first interview i was very nervous</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Although you would find many references on the immihelp website, but wanted to document this as a personal hence noted!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Happy flying :)</span><br />
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paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-16711155170736910502014-02-14T23:34:00.001+05:302014-02-14T23:34:48.265+05:30Come along<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was unsure what to do for you today</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All i knew was i wanted to make it a great day.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I had greatest of the ideas, but wanted to keep it simple,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It should make you smile, so that i can enjoy the sight of your dimple.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know i can't meet you today, in-fact! this day; i don't follow,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All i believe is every day is special, if we see so.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My love for you is not tied to a specific day,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In-fact its so intense, that my mind simply can't keep your thoughts away.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You are the flower which blossoms every day newly in the garden of my heart,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Time since you have met me, my heart is continuously singing a mozart.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wont be able to give you the biggest of things in the world,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but i assure you, i'l make the simple things so special that it will complete your world.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mind thinks about you so much that sometimes i address my female colleagues with your name,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You and your thoughts; that's my mind's only aim.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If i am not thinking about you am not breathing,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and if am not reminiscing about you, my heart stops beating.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All i can say, on this special day (yeah for the world!),</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have been looking for you all this long.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lets embrace this beautiful life together, come along. :)</span></i><br />
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paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-10285371192622387512014-01-06T22:01:00.001+05:302014-01-07T13:13:48.490+05:30Worth a wait!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Their last meet had happened almost a fortnight before. i.e. before the year end holidays. Varee was on a week long leave and returning to work on the first monday morning of the new year. He had made up in his mind that he would meet his new bus-stop friend today, No matter what! He had reached the stop much before her regular time of arrival, waiting at the bus stop there were many regular faces which passed around like any other day, some faces who knew him, peeking from the bus (may be wondering, aaj ye bus mein kyun nahi chadd raha). Varee's eye's were glued to the huge gate of Vikas Park, just across the road. There was a moment when a completely vacant bus stopped at the bus stop and Varee ran till the bus, but stepped back in time making his mind, not to board until he sees her today, its been a long time! A herd of college kumaris, came and stood at the bus stop, those too regular ones. Varee's eyes still stuck at the main gate. Suddenly there was a mid-40's female carrying a big smile on her face, with a cute lil girl wearing red frill frock standing right on the divider to cross the road hit Varee's eyes. Varee immediately smiled and moved a few steps ahead of bus-stop so that he can talk to her. Just when they both came closer, Varee bent on his knees, shook his hand with the lil princess and wished her a new year. His intuitions are so strong that he immediately asked her mom/aunt (the female in 40's), is it her birthday today? She replied yes, its her birthday! He again caressed her cheek and gave her wishes. Promptly she replied, thankyou uncle! Her mom/aunt told Varee, she asked the other day, "Woh uncle aaj kul dikhte kyun nahi?" The herd of girls, the TT, the pan shop owner, the taxi drivers, everyone were spectators of this pleasant meet and started smiling at Varee after the princess departed. Sometimes a few statements just make your day, no matter whom they come from, how long you know them! Infact, Varee doesn't know this girl's name neither she know's Varee's. This series of hi/hello/bye had started with a simple hi from Varee to the cute angel few months back. Infact he doesn't even know if, the other female is her mother or anyone else. Its a coincidence that Varee takes his bus from that stop and that kiddo stays right across the road and goes to her play-school at the same time. But whenever, they meet, it makes his day. And today was a special day as Varee didn't know it was her birthday but just because his mind made him to wait, he waited and it was worth a wait! Some days are just perfect!!!!!!!!</span></div>
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paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-46838033328058688772014-01-05T09:17:00.003+05:302014-01-05T09:17:31.309+05:30Would you be my Companion?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a dream to build a castle,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you mind helping me build it for us?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a dream to plant a garden of happiness in that castle,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you mind helping me sow the seeds?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a dream to knit a roof of faith over that castle,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you mind helping me with the threads?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a dream of painting the walls with trust,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you mind helping me choose the colors?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a dream of laying the foundation of the castle with honesty,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you mind helping me build the pillars?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though the journey with me would be in a roller-coaster bus;</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there would be ups and downs, but it would ultimately bring the best of us!</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All i need for this is you and your support,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so the ship of our life would land safely at the love-port!</span></i></div>
paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-58773376084756807422013-06-14T23:56:00.000+05:302013-06-15T00:02:40.584+05:30Best bus ETA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It always good to see when your city progresses and make things convenient for you. Today, india's best intra-city bus organization made me feel proud. Yes, BEST- Bombay Electric Suburban Transport, the pioneer bus service of India has gone hightech. Right from the smart card service, electronic tickets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to A/C service(although it annoys at times). Like every other day, i was waiting at the mithchowki bus stop to board my bus to office. It started drizzling so i quickly took shelter under the bus stop. To my sight came a one small sticker saying, ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival). To know the ETA of a bus on this stop send an SMS to 46060 as BEST <bus_stop_code> BUS_STOP_CODE. </bus_stop_code></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">BUS_STOP_CODE </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">is a 5 digit code written in red color on the bus stop. Out of curiosity i tried it, was wondering how would it know that which bus i am interested in. To my surprise with in a minute or two i received an sms stating AC707 ETA 10.27. I was moved for a minute by the surprise. Surprise that it works. I believe it currenly provides update for only AC buses. But something is better than nothing. Years back i had written a similar </span><a href="http://papya.wordpress.com/2010/02/06/%E0%A4%AC%E0%A5%87%E0%A4%B8%E0%A5%8D%E0%A4%9F-%E0%A4%86%E0%A4%A3%E0%A4%BF-gps/" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">post</a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> on my marathi blog about this and how best could use the GPS system to improve their quality and customer wait period. They have achieved it in slightly different way but its really a good news to see this improvement. I don't think many people are aware of this. So sharing this post. Please forward this valuable information to everyone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lets make the optimum use of this. For me, i would now check my bus status right when i step out from my home and i believe that would really help and make a difference.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thanks BEST you are the BEST!</span></div>
paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-86103676046850306822012-12-23T00:06:00.000+05:302012-12-23T00:06:19.220+05:30हैदर की शादी<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well the ball was set rolling right before 3 months when we all received an ultimatum over mail from Avi(the super Haider-abadi). Initial plan had 8 young minds, but later on due to family responsibilities and work commitments 2 uncle's dropped out from the plan (with their better-half's). The tiny little white light of my cellphone key was continuously flickering, yeah because of the whatsapp notifications. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>13th Dec-9pm</b>: My trained parked itself at the VT station. Yeah VT! i still love to call it with the original name. Aai followed then from a 90's local, sometimes i wonder are all the new trains been allotted only to western and central? Why this partiality with harbour? Why this Kolaveri?? Chetuk, the always late-latif had boarded the train from Malad at 8.30 so was expected to reach late! Quickly parked Aai and my bag with her and went to VT-Camera gally to grab my lenses. By the time i came back it was 9.20pm. Aai and i decided to move to the outstation train platform. Hussainsagar express was aligning itself on the track, and people rushing to catch their RESERVED seats!!!! Still dont understand, why do people hurry so much? as if their reserved seats are going to be stolen or is it that they still dont trust the entire reservation system? :O </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Chetana also had reached by 9.30pm and we were all set to sail.. oops rail! We were accompanied by a mid-aged gujju couple which was fairly decent and were enjoying our conversations. Another mid-aged couple came to the aunty sitting next to me and asked to take care of their daughter who had her berth in the next aisle. I immediately grabbed the opportunity and assured her mother that we will swap the berths at night. :D Blessings for me!!!! :P</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Gaurav Maharashtra soon boarded the train at Kalyan and added some more life to our discussions. Next hour was full-of old memories and bout how Avadhut has proved himself as Haider and all types of inferences on whether Avadhut's is a love or arrange marriage! Well there was no conclusion though! We decided to rest our butts and backs after the never-ending conversations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-8am</b>: Was surprised to see Chetana coming to wake me up, the girl who misses her 9am alarm when she is at home. Hussainsagar should be called as passenger train as opposed to express for its pathetically slow speed. We had theplas from Aai for breakfast and vada-upma and idli, courtesy irctc. Intermittent tea from every other chaiwala need not be mentioned when Gaurya is around. I preferred to open my laptop and work whereas this trio enjoyed Ramee. We were at Hyderabad-Decaan (Nampally) around 12.15pm, on time even when the train was running so slow. The girl sitting next to me enjoyed being a spectator of the game with frequent smilies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-12.30pm</b>: A mid-2000's Indica was ready for us outside the station which took us to Haridwar Residency which was going to be our basecamp for next few days. Special thanks to Pawaneee(Pawan), Chetuk's friend. Chetuk is no less than a female Don, who has her contacts in almost all cities in India, currently she is working on expanding her network overseas. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-2pm</b>: Eating veg on a Friday noon is like ordering an Indian dish in a Chinese restaurant. Our Chauffer took us to Bawarchi, the so called famous restaurant and one of the famous for Biryani. None of us enjoyed the Biryani. Aai preferred to eat Veg. After a quick lunch we started our 'Tour De Hyderabad'. The numero uno place to visit was Birla Temple, one of the topmost point in the city which will show you a crow/sparrow/pigeon/and a few eagle's eye view of Hyderabad. Its located at the center and a typical Birla temple with excellent marble carvings and art work. Wonderful place to visit. Ideally one should visit this place in the evening to enjoy the fully lit-up Hyderabad city. We spent some time at that beautiful temple with few moments captured in our toys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-5pm</b>: NTR gardens, another beautiful place in Hyderabad. Its a small amusement park with a toy train which takes you on a small round-up of the entire garden and couple of rides. We enjoyed one of the ride and preferred to move around the garden and laze around on the green-grass listening to Aai's humming songs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-6.30pm</b>: Moved on to much hyped, Laser-show from Lumbini park, place more popular for the bomb-blast than the Laser-show. Wonderful amphitheatre with some peppy background music had raised the expectations bar, but was a total disappointment. Except for the few parts of the show everything was monotonous. Exclusive Hyderabadi song which every Hyderabadi will love to sing. A story of how Hyderabad evolved.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-8.30pm</b>: Eat Street, one of the hepp places in Hyderabad right next to the Hussainsagar lake which will give you a 270 degree view of the lake and the lighting over the sky-scrapers across the lake along with the reflections in the water. Simply makes a best fit to hangout with friends and family. We wondered Avadhut might have met Shruti at this same place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>14th Dec-10pm</b>: Tired legs back to hotel and sneaked into the blankets on the cozy bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-10.30pm</b>: All set for the Day2 ride and more excited to see Charminar and buy some pearls from the famous pearl market of Hyderabad. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charminaar looks beautiful from outside, the artwork speaks about the history however the irony is as you enter you will see paan-spits and names of some fools who have spoiled the walls by writing over them and destroyed the beauty. Each and every window frame gives you a different view of the Old-city. One of the window also gives you the view of the renowned Mecca Masjid from Old-city which is presently under renovation. After a round of photography we moved on to the Lad-Bazaar or say the Chudee bazaar. The shop-keepers wont even hesitate to hold your hand and pull you inside their shop. Variety of bangles shimmering which would be a treat to every female. Each bangle was inviting for any female, wonderful handwork on each of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-12.30pm</b>: We begin our hunt for pearls from a shop which claimed to be Govt. Authorized where we met Mr. Jadhav who is of Maharashtrian origin but settled here in Hyderabad. He said 25/30% of the people here in Telangana are Maharashtrians. He was the third Maharashtrian we had met in 2 days. One of them was the chai-taprivala Biradaar uncle just next to our basecamp. After spending almost an hour in that shop we finalized a few items. For no reason i felt like buying pearls, surprised myself since am a no-no shopper, especially no for ornaments. Anyways i enjoyed every bit of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-2pm</b>: We moved on to Mangatrai- the giant pearl palace on the Charminaar lane. Gaurya was looking for a pearlset which he can gift Bhakti on their first wedding anniversary on 18th Dec. Hardluck though, we couldn't find one which could fit Gaurya's choice ;) :P </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was 3 noon by the time we realized we have not done breakfast and we are hungry :O. Chauffer took us to Indu Lunch Home where we gulped atleast 4-5kg (to exaggerate) of rice since there were no chapatis in the menu. Awesome food with Chicken curry, fish curry and a variety of vegetables which my eyes didn't even notice even though it was in the same plate. I don't remember when was the last time i have had such an awesome lunch. Left from the restaurant complimenting the cashier which he quietly ignored.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-4.30pm</b>: Off to Golconda fort, one of the most visited places in Hyderabad. The road to Golconda takes you through the military cantonment zone with sharp turns and rock-built entrance gate. There was flurry of tourists at the entrance of the fort. Golconda is treat for any photographer's eye, so was the case with Chetna, rest three of us preferred to enjoy the place and watch people around taking pictures with the most funniest poses ever. We didn't complete the entire fort as it was very huge. As the huge round halogen in the sky was ready to set for the day we decided to move back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-7.30pm</b>: After a quick snacks break at Surya Restaurant which included south indian filter coffee (if you miss to have one when in South India then you are a criminal!) and gajar halwa which was yummie as per Aai. We decided to move to Kashish pearls the one which was suggested by our hotel owner where after endless tries and combinations Gaurya finalized one custom-made pearlset for his wife. Chetana as in every shop, managed to buy couple of things even over here. We were stunned by the bargaining skills of Gaurya. Somehow, we all enjoyed shopping more than the tourist place, and am sure everyone will be unanimous on this ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>15th Dec-9.00pm</b>: Back to Eat Street, day 2. Today we decided to visit the terrace view restaurant, its more an elite view of the Hussainsagar lake and the necklace road. Returned back to hotel and called it a day watching Crime-Patrol.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>16th Dec-10.30am</b>: One of the last two days of the reason for which we were in Hyderabad. Yeah Avi's engagement day, however it was planned in the evening and we had ample time to add one more tourist spot to add to our list. Decided to visit Chilkuru Balaji aka VISA Balaji. People visit this temple to bribe the god-Govinda for their VISA approval. We only learned it after we were back from the temple. On the way to Balaji we were very hungry since we had skipped breakfast. Landed over to a Iyengar Bakery, tried as much fancy bakery items as we could. It was not very difficult to communicate with the south indian aunty who could understand Hindi but couldn't speak it. Aai was a savior since couple of helper boys from the bakery(who understood hindi) were too busy with other customers. It was a different type of breakfast we enjoyed. "Govinda... Govinda.." and intermittent "Morya..." from Gaurya, which invited stern looks from people around. Yes, we spent sometime with these prayers in the 30 mins queue in the temple. Decided to have the most hyped Biryani in Hyderabad, yes the Paradise Biryani. Located at a very prime location Paradise Biryani Restaurant has 3 levels and each level has around 100-150 seats. They claim it to be one of the most huge restaurants in India. Also understood the making of Biryani and its history how it came to India from the Mughals. Priya fancied some poses with a picture of Rana Duggabatti putup on a wall of fame in the ground floor of the restaurant. It had pictures of almost all the celebrities who had visited this place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>16th Dec-3.30pm</b>: Back at hotel-room and ready within an hour to visit the gala-event. We were at the wedding hall by 5.30 pm. Everyone at the hall were busy getting ready. Barged into Avi's dressing room and surprised him with our all sort of questions like, whether its really an arranged marriage? did you all meet at the Eat Street? is the girl Gujju?.. each of which Avi smartly bounced (as always).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>16th Dec-6pm</b>: Ready for the Baraat, we were surprised with the kind of events happening around us. We had never imagined Avi's baraat would be on a horse and a brass band with people carrying those retro gas lanterns. Surprises add punch to life. :) Spent some awesome moments dancing with the friends and family. Our eyes were waiting to see the bride. Soon she entered the hall and there was a wave of smiles all around the hall to see the about-to-marry couple together. Avadhut and Shruti exchanged rings and cut the cake. Mischievous Avi did manage to put some cake on Shruti's cheek only to annoy her. Cake had two Swan's on it, <i>one of which ideally should have been slightly more white </i>:P. Avi i know, you would kill me for this one. :P Followed by a dinner which had a variety of Gujju dishes. Shruti's father made sure that we taste each one of it. There was a quick introduction of all of us with Shruti, i tried my questionnaire on Shruti, Haider warned her to not to answer. Shruti too acknowledged him like a pativrata naari and gave diplomatic answers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>16th Dec-10.00pm</b>: Back at hotel-room. Gaurya and me logged the daily accounts and went asleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>17th Dec-06.20am</b>: Gaurav Maharashtra's phone ringing. Onya Calling..... He had reached the hotel reception and soon entered the room with Shweta, i was lazy to get up but had too since we were expected at the marriage venue before 9am, since the rituals were about the start and more importantly we didn't want to skip the breakfast :D. Too shameless to say it :P We made it late though not too late to miss the moment. Yes, we reached the venue just when Avi was wearing the license in Shruti's neck, yeah the mangalsutra. Captured some awesome moments of Avi's life in both the camera's Chetuk's as well as mine. Feels great to hold two SLR's in your hand, this was the first time i was doing it :D </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>17th Dec-11.30am</b>: Chetana enjoyed catching hold of every girl, boy, uncle, aunty, kids who wished and also not-wished to click themselves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ultimately everyone enjoyed it too after watching the preview of their pictures taken by Chetuk :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>17th Dec-1.30pm</b>: After another gala-lunch we went up the stage to congratulate and wish the newly wedded couple and took a signature photograph of the entire group. We left the venue and decided to do more shopping :D. Asked the girls to go ahead at the hotel since the indica could accommodate only 4 and we were six. By the time, the car returned to pick us, Gaurya and i had made up our mind to have a long tight afternoon nap and skip the shopping plan. Onya had no option since Shweta was willing to shop :D. Sometimes, i feel this is the biggest advantage of being single, you can change your plans anytime, though sound mean attimes :P. We teased Onya alot over this :D. Onya had a plan to continue his week long Hyderabad tour from that day onwards. After a 2 hours tight nap it was 6pm and these guys had returned from shopping and we were all set to catch the Mumbai express which was scheduled at 8.30pm from Nampally. Avi and his family also were boarding the same train, we met them at the platform. Soon we boarded the train, but the berths were not in the same aisle this time, rather 2 Side Upper and 2 Side Lower so couldn't really enjoy the return journey. The trip would have been more fun with Pashya, Priyanka, Bhakti, Deepak, Shweta and cutiepie Sanvi. Never mind... missed them alot... :(</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I somehow hate return journeys, as you are left with only option to reminisce the entire trip and feel sad that the vacation has ended. Only reason to be happy was that we were returning to our Amchi Mumbai. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So guys... who's next? :)</span><br />
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paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com9Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India17.385044 78.48667116.9002025 77.841224 17.869885500000002 79.132118tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-77430628598474394702012-01-15T22:04:00.000+05:302012-01-17T09:36:17.705+05:30and i met god...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well it all started with an inquiry call i received from Sarika 2 weeks back. I was excited to explain her about my most adventurous trek till 4th Jan 2011, Harishchandra Gad via Nalichi vaat back in June 2009 with Urja. <br /><br /><b>Day 1 | 23:15 hrs</b>: Kalyan ST Depot. Stale Wadapav in one hand, phone in right hand trying to connect with Sarika, backsack of around 10 kgs. Checked with the officials at ST depot, which is the last bus for Savarne. My baby-elephant's memory was telling me that there is one last bus at 00.30hrs, however the ST officials were claiming that the last bus is at 23:45hrs. Another group of young enthusiast trekkers came in at the enquiry window and asked about the 00.30hrs Nagar bus. The person at the enquiry counter was so irritated he answered him, <i>"tya bus cha kahi nakki nahi aho, aali tar yeil nahitar sakal paryant ithech basa bomblat!!"</i>.<br /><br /><b>Day 1 | 23:45 hrs</b>: UlhasNagar-Pathardi bus entered the ST depot. The driver logged his entry, had a quick round of bidi and pee time and returned near the bus. Just when he finished checking the tyres and entered the cockpit, i knocked on his window and asked him, <i>"Kaka, 5 minute thambu shakta ka?"</i>. He replied with a meek voice, <i>"nahi bhau, time jhala ata, nighato..."</i>.<br /><br /><b>Day 1 | 23:55 hrs</b>: A herd entered ST depot, each one of them having carrymats tugged to their sacks. I understood, this must be none other than Sarika's group. Although Sarika and Ashlesh had not yet come, and were on the way. 5 minutes later my phone started blinking "TTS Sarkya calling...". After a quick round of intro with few of their friends, around 00.15 Nagar-Kalyan-Nagar bus entered the ST depot. There was quite a good competition to catch the seats as there were couple of other groups as well who were willing to catch that bus. Few of our folks managed to get in through the window.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 03:30 hrs</b>: We got down at Savarne bus stop, its just when the actual Malsej ghat starts and alight point for harishchandra gad via nalichi vaat. We decided to rest our back and butt till 5am in the morning near a haunted house just outside the Savarne village. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0zFPDbwCvSGRnQYkMVJDMCgoGNYX8oH79V7pMmUW3BpbKfkV0PLcwqBw6RwKEn-AW9GPyqG1k2NhGmJIJRpEzu3TB5dhpO86587SlSf-Ooha3O0qV2SFe3GPHrBM9l76RLCCi-uM4DOs/s1600/IMG_8706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0zFPDbwCvSGRnQYkMVJDMCgoGNYX8oH79V7pMmUW3BpbKfkV0PLcwqBw6RwKEn-AW9GPyqG1k2NhGmJIJRpEzu3TB5dhpO86587SlSf-Ooha3O0qV2SFe3GPHrBM9l76RLCCi-uM4DOs/s320/IMG_8706.jpg" width="320" /></a>It was a beautiful night with moon showering its lime-light over us from the west and the chilling cold malshej ghat in the east where we could see only moving headlights of the vehicles traversing the malshej. Few opted to have a powernap, whereas few were busy clicking night mode shots and few decided to have night chat.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 05:15 hrs</b>: We left that place and started moving towards Savarne village. Trying to find the way through the gully's of savarne village we reached one house where there was an old person sleeping in the varanda. I tapped on his legs and asked about the way to belpada(base village for nalichi vaat). He immediately woke and guided us through the way. We kept walking on the dusty way which took us till the base of the short hill between Savarne and Belpada. After crossing the hill, we reached halfway to Belpada. The way from Savarne to Belpada is very confusing and especially if you are walking in the moonlight. Just when we crossed the first hill, the dawn broke up and the almighty started its painting on the canvas behind the malshej in the east. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNuJEloXmHZVtBUh7LFiuyIhqJD0gGv30W-N-NZ69bZTRaGFT-_rzeVkqH4YmgXrtNJ1eSq2_i01fMeOYnMoRK9kAEdwUT4apf8Y3ogKFC5uKaAVds-Fo78DeWDPyGYvOx_N2IFoWTyYF/s1600/IMG_8744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNuJEloXmHZVtBUh7LFiuyIhqJD0gGv30W-N-NZ69bZTRaGFT-_rzeVkqH4YmgXrtNJ1eSq2_i01fMeOYnMoRK9kAEdwUT4apf8Y3ogKFC5uKaAVds-Fo78DeWDPyGYvOx_N2IFoWTyYF/s320/IMG_8744.jpg" width="320" /></a>Orange, pink, purple, magenta it had all the colors in the world which are not even yet discovered by this TV manufacturing companies. It was a truely mesmerizing experience.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 07:00 hrs</b>: All we knew was we had to climb one more hill which is on our right hand side and we will be able to touch base kokankada. However, the way to reach the top was not so easy and nothing more than a maze where we lost our way couple of times. Few of us even climbed the hill and got more confused as the village on the other side looked like savarne (from where we had actually started our moonwalk). Ashlesh, Sameer and Vaibhav decided to move ahead and find out the way whereas other rested their butts in the brown dry fields of Savarne, enjoying the sun bath.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 07:30 hrs</b>: Vaibhav returned back with a good news that they have found the way with the help of a villager and we were back on our track. The descend from the hill took us till the tar road which ended up at belpada. Although we took an hour and half extra, but the walk on the tar road with kokan kada exactly in front was amazing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVc56Kmam07F098I7Jh1Gm8IY4e8m0jFb7bPOU0YhmZvZBqr9kgHkHgavyIlNXbbArtYZ256EEwEGCUcGTsq_xcXMzhJd5IDupKPIhExgI-oBF4lzz3FKYoWV4VtRIq_T55IXOm6NhzSF/s1600/IMG_8790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVc56Kmam07F098I7Jh1Gm8IY4e8m0jFb7bPOU0YhmZvZBqr9kgHkHgavyIlNXbbArtYZ256EEwEGCUcGTsq_xcXMzhJd5IDupKPIhExgI-oBF4lzz3FKYoWV4VtRIq_T55IXOm6NhzSF/s320/IMG_8790.jpg" width="320" /></a>It was as if KK was calling us with its arms wide open for a tight jhappi(hug).<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 09:15 hrs</b>: We freshened up ourself on a well where females from Belpada were busy washing utensils and filling up their cisterns. Immediately after the quick cleanup we had a real quick breakfast which comprised of bread, butter, thecha, lasun chatni, jam and parathas. Everyone was so hungry that the entire breakfast was over in less than 15 mins. We hired a person from the village (Tulshiram) who agreed to take us till the base of Nali, from there onwards the route was pretty straight and no chance of loosing over way in the middle. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 11:00 hrs</b>: Road till base of Nalli was through fields of paddy. We were inching closer to KK every minute. During my first visit from Nalli i had thought that we will reach exactly below KK and can spend sometime over there, but thats not possible. Although it looks closer, it takes 1 - 2 hours if you need to go exactly below KK and as per Tulshiram, that place isnt safe, its haunted, not sure though. He had been there only once with some campers who had climbed KK cliff. The straight road from the paddy field was now transformed into rocky-way. Its actually, the route created by waterfalls during monsoon. There were water cisterns and natural ponds which had formed in the rocks, water in those pond was nothing less than holy water. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 12:30 hrs</b>: Tulshiram was laughing at us since most of us had drowned when we had not even yet till the start of Nalli. He tried to convince me that the route ahead is tough and you should take me till the top. The route changes after every monsoon, it has become more difficult than last year. By this time, i had become slightly aware of the strengths and weaknesses of the group. My mind had started thinking about the action plan by now. I understood that none of these guys are aware of the challenges are kept for us on top. Many of them were moving at a faster pace but they were either new or going to apply breaks to their speed when the actual patch starts. Until now everything was fine, there were just rocks to climb but the 1st patch of 20 feet and 3rd traverse patch are actual USP's of Nali. Any avid trekker would love those patches more than his girlfriend. I tried to inject my concern raised by Tulshiram in Ashlesh's mind and Ashlesh then tried to spread it among the group.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 13:00 hrs</b>: The guy in white shirt, khaki half pant and slippers rested his butt on a tree, yeah Tulshiram! I understood, he is now going to go back. My confidence had almost dropped down to 50% at that point. I tried to convince Sameer that we should take Tulshiram with us, atleast since he is leading, we will feel like following him and we will keep moving, however, Sameer had a different thought over this, he said, let him go, we will lead and people will follow us. This statement from Sameer charged me up and the trekker in me doubled/tripled the confidence in me. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 13:30 hrs</b>: By now i had made up my mind. I took the charge and started moving ahead. Initially i was with the last group, i slowly slowly overtook each mini-group and joined the marchers(Mansi, Deepak, Durvesh, Sameer and 2 hindi-bhashik folks, Rahul and Hardy). We took a pledge that we will not touch water unless and until we cross the third patch. Many of us took the oath as well. I remember, at one point i even yelled at Swati/ Mansi for passing water to Durvesh. We were one group, but actually speaking there were two groups, one was me and rest, the 19. I am saying so because, in me there was a fear and in others there was enthusiasm, zeal of Nali. This group didnt know whats kept for them before the third patch. Yes the slipping scree and the boulders which were moving from their position at the pace of a moon in a lunar eclipse.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 14:00 hrs</b>: Mansi being a naive trekker was marching through the rocks just like monkeys from one tree to another. I instructed her to wait at the point when there are no more trees in your path and you would see only rocks around you. Vaibhav, Ashlesh and Kaivalya was doing really well with the trailers and kicking laal chaddi's ass so that we can make it on time. By now, Kalyani's bag on my shoulders and my huge sack had started giving problem to me. I somehow said Kalyani that if she can carry her sack now, as its becoming very difficult for me. Kalyani agreed to carry it, was happy that everyone has now understood the responsibility. However, the next time i saw Kalyani's bag, it was with Kaivalya :P ;). <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 14:30 hrs</b>: First patch was pretty easy, was impressed to see Swati took the charge and climbed it with ease, then Kalyani and then everyone followed. Vaibhav as well took a different route and he was on top of the rock patch in no time. In his previous life, he must be a lizard if m not wrong.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 15:00 hrs</b>: Just when everyone were happy that we have now crossed the first patch, here came the second one. Actually i had forgotten about this patch and all i was thinking, the patch which Swati climbed up was the first one. Infact it was the most easiest one. Actually patches had started now. We spent around 45 minutes here because it was approx around 20 feet high and 85 degree inclined. One could easily start-off well on this patch, but once you reach half way there were no gaps to sneak in your fingers and place your foot and to make things worst the small gaps were becoming big with the scree in the gaps was coming out and making the holders weak after every member passes from that area. If you wait for more than 5 seconds at a place then your legs will start trembling and hand grips will start slipping. The best way to get rid of it was to move as fast as possible. I was 3rd last to climb that patch, also took a powernap in those 30 minutes and made up my mind during that break because the most difficult section was coming up next and i had to be there to tie the rope or atleast help Vaibhav in doing so. I had almost drowned by now, blood in my veins were yelling to dilute themselves. I poured almost half packet of glucon-D into my mouth and broke my pledge. Had i not done that i would have crashed over there. Kept those feelings to me. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 14:30 hrs</b>: Just when i completed the second patch. I started moving towards the 3rd one with my sack on my back. I asked Nikhil and Durvesh to join with. Route from patch 2 to patch 3 is the most deadliest. Full of scree and boulders. You step your feet on one boulder and the person following you has to make sure that the boulder is not going to come rolling down over him. Slowly slowly Nikhil reached till the end of the Nalli. For a novice or first-timer at Nallichi vaat, the road seems to end at that point. At one moment you would even think that you have lost the way and you must have entered a wrong Nali, but thats not true, just when the Nali ends there is a traverse patch which one needs to climb to enter the right Nali. Although Nikhil had reached till the end of Nalli, i was yet to reach there and explain him whats the action plan. I was stuck at one point standing on continuously slipping scree and willing to get onto a rock which was baseless. Had it slipped, would have gone back atleast 20-30 feet back on my track and would have taken couple of more guys along with me. Actually i had taken the wrong way, i should have opted to take the boulder path than the scree filled path. Took a deep breath and carefully got on top of the rock. Just when i climbed up and was having a sigh of relief, i saw Durvesh coming behind me. Oh Shit! was my first reaction, i could tell him to go back and come from other way, but it was not possible. Slowly placed my sack at a safe place. Dragged myself till Durvesh and lifted him. I could see the fear of death in Durvesh's eyes. Had never seen anyone so much afraid in any of my treks till date, although have heard of, but this time was witnessing it. Pulled Durvesh up and asked him to take deep breath. He was so afraid that i asked him to move one step above and he was hesistant, i could imagine his heart beating faster than tampered autorickshaw meter's of mumbai.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 16:30 hrs</b>: Making sure that Durvesh is stable now, i started moving towards Nikhil. Nikhil's condition was not anything different than Durvesh's. I reached till Nikhil who was sitting exactly at the tip of Nalli, there was a overhang above us which was around 100-120 feet. Mr. Sun was getting ready for a dip in the Arabian Sea. Although we were not able to see the Sun but from the point where we were sitting, we could see the mountain range on the left side of KK. I asked Durvesh to callup Vaibhav with rope. Vaibhav in no time, reached till me and Nikhil. Now we three were in an awkward position and i was explaining Nikhil and Vibhav what we need to do next. I explained Vaibhav, he needs to climb the rock patch above us and keep moving right till a small plant of sacred fig(peepal) in its premature stage which had come out of the rocks. The plan was Vaibhav had to tie the rope to that plant and drop it down, a person will sit exactly below that plant (approx 12 feet) on the scree tie the rope one by one to each of our's waist and Vaibhav will give his hand from top and pull the person on top. But hangon hangon, this is possible only when Vaibhav will reach there without a rope first, i mean without any support. Vaibhav made a statement here, <i>"Praful, can you go ahead, you have already done this once, can you please take the lead?"</i>. A BIG PAUSE! ............. I was stumped with that statement, reason being last time when i had been through Nalli, Amit and Siddhesh Paradkar had taken the responsibility of free climbing. And now, this was my moment of the trek. I was <b>DOWN</b> with confidence at one moment with Vaibhav's statement and was <b>UP</b> with another statement. <i>"The only way to avoid it, is to face it. -[Movie 300]"</i>. That statement was inspirational, god knows where did that statement came into my mind, but it pumped me up. I immmediately removed my floaters and took a look at the traverse which covered around 15 feet horizontal. Thankfully the place where Nikhil was sitting, there was one more peepal tree which was in its much early stage hardly 2-3 months old may be it must have cropped out during this monsoon. I tied a rope-end to that plant and another to my waist. Well it was just for mental satisfaction that i am tied to something even if i fall, even though it was of no use, coz i dont think that the plant could handle 60 kgs. I started moving, two hands on the gaps on top and legs making places between cracks. I was trying to concentrate hard, by this time, Hardy and Durvesh had reached till the rock cut steps and were managing their places. There was lot of chaos around, which was making me difficult to concentrate. I lost my patience and finally yelled, <i>"guys please stop murmurring, let me concentrate. give me 5 minutes. please be quite."</i> and there was silence. Thanks for listening to me and sorry guys for being so rude at that time. Finally i could see myself moving closer to the premature peepal tree. Only thing i could see at that time was the peepal tree. Slowy slowly making my way through the cracks and holders i managed to steal my way till the peepal tree. A sigh of relief, for me, for Vaibhav, Nikhil and for all the spectators. Many of them might not be even knowing this until they read this. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 17:45 hrs</b>: Sameer took the responsibility of sitting on the scree and tying the rope to every member. Vaibhav showed a demo to everyone and then others followed. Everyone was happy that we have completed the 3rd patch and we are now going to reach the plateau. Although we had missed the sunset from KK, my mind had some new plans, before the sparkling stars break out we should reach the plateau. I was finding it difficult since 5/6 members were yet to complete the final patch. I asked Vaibhav to take the rest of the crew ahead and start moving towards to plateau. I explained him the route till top as much i could remember. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 19:10 hrs</b>: By the time everyone crossed the last patch it was completely dark. There was traverse and we had now moved to the right nalli (the one which is exactly beside KK). It is said that there are two Nali route, the right one being toughest of the two. At the 3rd patch the left nali ends and you will be directed to right nali. The start of the right nali was again a patch of around 8 feet, which we all climbed in dark. Thanks to the darkness that the fear about the height was now dead. Well, it was a complete fulltoss in the right nali, had anyone slipped, life would have been rude to us. We were able to hear people having chat on top. I was tensed when i understood that the members which had moved ahead to reach till plateau were still few steps ahead of us as they didnt find the way. We were making our way through the bolders and scree and in pitch dark with barely 2/3 torchs. I had an annoying torch which was in its own mood and was continuously flickering making things more worse for me.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 19:35 hrs</b>: I heard someone shouting, <i>"aye waat sapadli, waat sapadli!"</i> I was happy and sad at the same time, because the voice was none-other than Rupal's. All i was wondering was, has Nallichi vaat become so easy that these guys found the way to plateau so easily? There was definitely some false hope. When i reached at a comparatively better position than that of scree, what i saw was, the moment of my life.<span style="font-size: small;"> <i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I thank him for the wonderful mornings and for each new day in my life, i thank him for every happy moment in my life. I ask him to give me strength during crunch situations. I believe in him. All i used to believe till date was he exists in different forms. Human has given him different shapes and made his idols in different forms to make him look different so that people would believe that there is something which exists and which is par above human power, but frankly speaking he doesnt exists anywhere else but in me, in you, in everyone. He is GOD. Yes! i met GOD for the first time in my life.</span></i></span> There were two villagers who came to rescue us.<br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 20:00 hrs</b>: The way from there till the plateau was through a jungle and was a climb again through scree. My mind was resting now, since there were two new leaders who were paving the way for us. All i was a body which was comfortably numb which wanted to reach till KK as early as possible. I purposely kept quite and yelled at everyone to stay cool and keep following the GOD. God was so kind, that just when we reached the plateau they went to fetch some water for us. I heard them saying, <i>"thamb paani gheun yeuya, pora tahanleli aahet"</i>. However, there was now water around, so we decided to move on. I followed one of them, the other one went ahead with an assurance to come back with water until we finish our 4th and the last patch. Just when we reached the last patch through another jungle, a rope was thrown from top, i quitely climbed the rope without any nautanki and sat up on the top with me sack as a cushion to my back. Till that time, the other GOD had brought a can full of liquid with "paani" written over it for us with a steel glass. I drank it, it was chilling cold. Not sure whether anyone has tasted AMRUT till date but i have! I sold it at 5 rs. per glass to each and everyone in the team. I could see everyone had handed themselves over to the two GODs who had come for our rescue. <br /><br /><b>Day 2 | 21:30 hrs</b>: Another half hour of climb we were at the KK but this time on top. We were assured that we will be given Onion pakoda just when we reach KK. It was chilling cold at KK with breeze which was flowing at almost low of 8-10degree celcius. I would never forget that night when we had GOD made Onion pakoda, steaming hot pithala-bhakri and rice at 1 am. That was nothing else than heavenly experience. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 01:30 hrs</b>: Immediately after the pithala bhakri, we decided to take the nap of content with some ghost stories and some old adventurous trek experiences. Finally at 02:00 each one of us was dead and remiscing in their dreams about our journey to heaven. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 05:30 hrs</b>: 3-4 abstract images covered with blankets passed above my head, those were the villagers who had given us 2 of the 3 basic necessities last night, yes food and shelter. The cold weather was commanding me to stay under my bedsheet. Chappi, Sarika, Ashlesh, Rupal had arranged a bornfire to get rid of the cold. After completing the early morning nature's call I too joined the group sitting beside bornfire. Taking a quick warmup i pulled out canon from my handbag and moved towards KK. The dawn had just broke up and the clouds had covered a sheet over belpada village from where we had started yesterday. On the right side of the canvas of kokan kada clouds has arranged themselves like cotton balls over the pinkish-blue canvas. Everyone slowly started joining the camp at Kokan kada, where we spent some time enjoying the beauty of the heaven on earth as said by Arvind Barve. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUChaVKVuZdlvD1ujjrg29Z8LSChrUwJZTTtK5ABNpGu-eG0E58icT8S-o-U0bE7t_CqYoNsx35qsL516_rXMhUDk0gxSpFlLP0YwBkyCza76o1wZY2vF1yOfSrMzZ4C_laMZ8munusZu/s1600/IMG_8860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUChaVKVuZdlvD1ujjrg29Z8LSChrUwJZTTtK5ABNpGu-eG0E58icT8S-o-U0bE7t_CqYoNsx35qsL516_rXMhUDk0gxSpFlLP0YwBkyCza76o1wZY2vF1yOfSrMzZ4C_laMZ8munusZu/s320/IMG_8860.jpg" width="320" /></a>Actually when you see the scenic beauty, all your egoes are crushed down, you feel meek infront of the nature, the power which nature has is divine. In our day to day life we face many challenges, and we boast when we overcome them and praise ourself, but when we see such naturally created structures we tend to get bowled, its the nature who is so strong, so robust, so beautiful yet so quite and never boasts about its greatness. At the same time, it gives you power, encourages you, improves your willpower, teaches you lessons, you feel strong when you spend time with nature, when you see such huge mountains aiming to grow more big and touch the sky. One can spend hours at kokan kada and still feel that he/she havent yet completely explored it. Huge, Vast, monumental, stupendous all these adjectives are void in front of KK. KK is simply immeasurable. If one decides to pendown about KK, he will never be able to end it up.<br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 09:00 hrs</b>: Well, it was tea-time and chef Kiran and Prabodh had made wonderful tea. We gulped it with parle-G and banana chips. Immediately after the tea-round everyone rushed for the nature's call. Exhausting kilos of human waste with the company of nature is really fun. You get the maximum privacy and that too open privacy unlike our apartment's washroom where you are doing it privately and that too in a closed room, so whats the fun? Enjoy doing it in nature, its fun! Now since our fuel tanks were empty we decided to cook some khichdi and everyone offered a bit of help. Few decided to enjoy their time discussing yesterday's experience, everyone had a different script.<br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 13:00 hrs</b>: We were all set to march back home but this time through pachnai. We gathered all the necessary information from Bhaskar (one of the GOD) and thanked him for his help when were in utmost need. We took darshan of Kedareshwar and the hemadpanthi style of temple constructed on Harishchandragad and started our descend through pachnai. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 14.30 hrs</b>: One while descending through pachnai will get a feel that why the hell do we take another route when its so simple to visit harischandra gad via the safest and shortest route. Yes if you dont take any halts then you can reach the base in an hour. However, it was not so easy for us even on this route. Since Swati and Nilkanth had not seen kedareshwar cave, they went back with a promise to come back quickly, Ashlesh, Kaivalya and i decided to wait till they come back and rest all were ordered to start moving. We met Kalyani and Vaibhav halfway since Kalyani had a casuality and was moving slow with her injured leg. We were halfway down near the naturally formed water cistern and saw everyone sitting there, however Sarika, Sameer, Mansi, Deepak were missing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLjzsU8alWqATV9piCZ8ycEO23vcL_VysYFO_FQ-AedcrHghXjNgKYUsp5-6LnRiTH_Gf9VNOi9jGidmbV0QIyijGoVKLhPxIQgu5yUGwHlVcHAmuXUhsD9Y6YiWM70uyPin-6-l7zzn_/s1600/IMG_9003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLjzsU8alWqATV9piCZ8ycEO23vcL_VysYFO_FQ-AedcrHghXjNgKYUsp5-6LnRiTH_Gf9VNOi9jGidmbV0QIyijGoVKLhPxIQgu5yUGwHlVcHAmuXUhsD9Y6YiWM70uyPin-6-l7zzn_/s320/IMG_9003.jpg" width="320" /></a> Prabodh told they seem to have taken the wrong route and were untraceble. Ashlesh started worrying up. Few of us ran through the way which was heading in wrong direction and started calling Sarika, Sameer loudly. But there was no response. Finally we decided that everyone will start moving ahead and Ashlesh and i decided to wait for sometime at that place. Plan was someone will rush down and locate Sarika and team and send us the news back. We spent almost 45 minutes there and with a gut feeling Ashlesh and i made a move. Sarika is known to be unstoppable during descends, so she might have already reached the base hence we started moving. We met Vaibhav and team halfway and finally got the news that Sameer, Sarika and team have reached the base. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 16:30 hrs</b>: Another twist, Sakharam who owns the jeep which was supposed to take us till Rajur was not in the village. We had left a message on Sakharam's cell that we will touch base by 14:30 and wish to hire his jeep. Ironically, Sakharam had left his phone somewhere and was hired by someone from another village. Chappi and i along with a villager tried to findout Sakharam's house, however his old mother had no idea where her son is, Sakharam's 4 year son came following us till the pachnai chowk. Just when we reached Pachnai chowk, a vehicle honking its horn came towards pachnai chowk. My face was shining bright when i heard from the fellow villager that its Sakharam's jeep. We immediately fixedup the rent and divided the team of twenty into two. Sakharam had to drop someone which was about to take atleast half an hour. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 18:30 hrs</b>: Sakharam's kid tugged his father trouser, may be he was expecting a chocolate from his father who had left house for work when he was in deep sleep in the morning. We started from Pachnai, the curves on the road were increasing every km with the temperature droppping every minute. Sakharam could have driven with closed eyes on that road. He was just awesome.<br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 19:30 hrs</b>: The greedy cab drivers hovered Kaivalya and me when they came to know that we want to catch the 21.15 Kasara local. We had made up our mind we wont give anything more than 1000 rs for Rajur to Kasara as 90 rs. is per-seat rate for cabs during day-time. However, since we had reached at an odd time, we finally had to spill 200 bucks extra. That asshole was driving so slow that Kaivalya and i was sure that we gonna miss the 21.15 local. We decided about the tickets to be bought in the cab itself. <br /><br /><b>Day 3 | 21:10 hrs</b>: Just when the cab reached kasara station. Kaivalya ran to the ticket counter and before we entered the train, Kaivalya was IN with the tickets. Thats an advantage of being in NCC, you are taught to be fast. :). Still there was one ticket missing. Kaivalya ran again to get it. The indicator was showing 21:14 hrs. By that time Deepak did a good deed of buying bhel for each one of us. I finished it off when we reached Kalyan. Wish i had a straw to suck it, was bored of pouring it on hand and then in my mouth. My body was tired. Phone continuous busy to know where our other 10 members have reached. When i got the last news they had left from Rajur and were on the way to Kasara. The last local was on chart for them. If they miss it, then u-turn to Igatpuri for some express train to come to mumbai. Here, everyone started getting down one-by-one starting from Kalyan.<br /><br /><b>Day 4 | 00:00 hrs</b>: Reached Dadar along with Chappi and other hindi bhashik guys ;). It was the climax of a memorable trek.<br /><br /><b>Day 4 | 01:15 hrs</b>: Called up Ashlesh, came to know that they had missed their last Kasara local all because of another slow asso driver. They had just taken some Pawan express from Igatpuri and heading to Mumbai. <br /><br />All in all one of the most adventurous trek i have ever had till date. Earlier, the best one was with Urja, but this one has beaten up all records and the most deadliest, thrilling, breath-taking, opportunistic and more importantly filled with responsibility.<br /><br />This trek has taught me a lot of things like burning my ego, leadership, importance of time, water, Ignorance is bliss and most important one..<br /><br />There is nothing called as GOD in those sculptures, idols. Idols and temples are just nothing but places and sculptures made by human race so that we believe that some power exists which is above all. Had the idols been like human, no-one had believed in god, why Ganesha has a trunk?, why Shiva has third eye?, why Dataprabhu has 3 heads? Its nothing but human imagination trying to give a shape to GOD that's why we have 33crores of variety of such idols. This trek taught me GOD can't fit into any shape, GOD doesnt live in temples. He exists in you, me and in everyone. He can come in the form of those Villagers, he can come in the form of Sakharam when we had lost hope of jeep. He can meet you anytime, anywhere. You just need to keep your eyes open and have "FAITH" and "BELIEF"</span><br />
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<div class="fb-like" data-href="http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-i-met-god.html" data-send="true" data-width="400" data-show-faces="true" data-font="trebuchet ms"></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-45011298096684286552011-07-23T20:50:00.004+05:302011-07-23T21:00:10.609+05:30happy to help<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCSWF-zWKI-g1q4TLf60o8CKjLOoc8Qp80K98vkHNHQPA0WwUyv6WDAN02X5drsX7Af9sWPSNm_RHKk_GKnIg2JJTo6K4oL_WFy8__XYNJumAfZatHiqAh2YAF_MZcly0Xv1dR1i6umsYl/s1600/frnz.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCSWF-zWKI-g1q4TLf60o8CKjLOoc8Qp80K98vkHNHQPA0WwUyv6WDAN02X5drsX7Af9sWPSNm_RHKk_GKnIg2JJTo6K4oL_WFy8__XYNJumAfZatHiqAh2YAF_MZcly0Xv1dR1i6umsYl/s200/frnz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632569590583877314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Last week i came across an interesting sequence on a bus-stop while waiting for my bus to work. It was a morning with drizzles and the buses were late and hence flooded with commuters as any normal rainy day. In a similarly flooded bus a girl tried to squeeze-in however was hanging around at the door. Just when she climbed the bus, she dropped her umbrella and the bus started..., the driver had no clue wat-so-ever about this incidence as BEST bus drivers are less cared about looking into the rear mirror and many-a-times almost drag ppl who cant manage to get-in. Another person who was standing at the bus-stop, picked her umbrella and was confused what to do, the girl was looking behind and was in a confused state of mind. Immediately a boy on a cycle came and stopped near the man holding the umbrella and followed the bus and signaled the girl. Everyone at the bus-stop were mesmerized by this sequence and followed it till the climax. :)</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F07%2Fhappy-to-help.html&send=false&layout=standard&width=450&show_faces=true&action=like&colorscheme=light&font=trebuchet+ms&height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-51534822813782354482011-05-17T00:55:00.006+05:302011-05-17T01:13:33.115+05:30Jhoota hi sahi<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">Radhika was returning from a picnic with her friends. Just when the boat reached Gateway, everyone was in a hurry to reach home as early as possible. Even in that hurry, a crave popped out of one of her friends' mind; a crave to have ice-cream. They bought butterscotch in cone with a topping of cherry over it for each one of them. Just when they were exchanging byezz and cyaass.. A kid came close to her. His clothes were awful. With pleading eyes, he came in front of her and muttered, "Didi.. Ice-cream dedo na.." She had already licked it couple of times. She was confused... what to do? </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">At one moment she just ignored that kid and started moving out... She then turned back and offered it to that kid. That lil boy smiled and immediately grasped it, Radhika had not yet completely left it from her hand and took it back in her hand. There was a dilemma in her mind, i have already grazed half of it, should it be wise enuf to give it to him. Many thoughts were running in her mind, whether to buy a new one and give it to him, she finally left her hand of it and the boy vanished in the crowd. Many thoughts were hovering in her mind. She was confused whatever she did, was it right? Or she should have waited and got him a new one. What do you think??? Thoughts???</span><br /></div><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fjhoota-hi-sahi.html&send=false&layout=standard&width=450&show_faces=true&action=like&colorscheme=light&font=trebuchet+ms&height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-19160694563220429662011-04-03T14:50:00.012+05:302011-04-03T15:04:06.979+05:30Eu de Mémoire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4lLso6dlM9q1kB28-U4HY116FFInG96TTgXsVggU2wIPzdhbWUNGpQKYpDIOBbM-Ni9SWowEK-_E1wIaUuyFglqRuNkxFpzZjyk13G3dWEwoLw6vUBOJ18uTibu1Ou4mPD0A81Zgn5Pq/s1600/wc_2011_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4lLso6dlM9q1kB28-U4HY116FFInG96TTgXsVggU2wIPzdhbWUNGpQKYpDIOBbM-Ni9SWowEK-_E1wIaUuyFglqRuNkxFpzZjyk13G3dWEwoLw6vUBOJ18uTibu1Ou4mPD0A81Zgn5Pq/s320/wc_2011_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591285183310686578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">Emotions, desires, faith, trust, critics, team-spirit, struggle, destiny, patience, feelings, tears, inspiration, love, anger, passion, hope, life, memories, nostalgia, religion, god and many more.... There are many many many more words attached to the matching winning shot of Dhoni in the Cricket WC2011 final at Mumbai's Wankhede stadium. This moment has been carved without an expiry date on every Indian's heart. Dhoni's expression after he hit that six will remain forever and ever and ever in my mind and so does in every Indians'. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqb_VfnLMpizqlvLKr79W_0h0qBLMkYnKVpg9EiyNKhbzEnmbWdU3Hmjn9_QyIfkRw76nkrQkGrqGKxtB28Mv1YTcUw9UBRfhF90rKc5qh91IndZ0XCGokXje7nkK6ab5pJS3rjSXu2Hl/s1600/wc_2011_2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqb_VfnLMpizqlvLKr79W_0h0qBLMkYnKVpg9EiyNKhbzEnmbWdU3Hmjn9_QyIfkRw76nkrQkGrqGKxtB28Mv1YTcUw9UBRfhF90rKc5qh91IndZ0XCGokXje7nkK6ab5pJS3rjSXu2Hl/s320/wc_2011_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591285313081364338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">The roar which came out of entire India after that shot was played, i think it might have travelled all the way across the globe and to the neighbouring planets as well. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">The decibels of that roar cant even be measured if anyone bothered to do so... This moment will be an inspirational moment for many Indian's all around the globe. It will be told as a success-story to the generations to come, the way our parents and grand parents tell us about the 1983 win. Thankyou Dhoni, Thankyou Sach! Thankyou Team-India.</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F04%2Feu-de-memoire.html&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&font=trebuchet+ms&colorscheme=light&height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-68169402582938886072011-02-14T22:17:00.001+05:302011-02-13T22:25:02.418+05:30You met me last night<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >You met me in my dream last night,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >you were holding me tight.</span><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxQ02vvxu5p3Nme9M3wujKWThVLsisTBBC-W-6mWvJUILQ-ezBB6XTHmUl9WbEQE4obexA1La-AJfDyBE6p3kcEIOA-0mp4qzmCUTR0qMqUSt3pGzNxlcgLZhKENqPPDel0qCTKGHqy-U/s1600/100_8789.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxQ02vvxu5p3Nme9M3wujKWThVLsisTBBC-W-6mWvJUILQ-ezBB6XTHmUl9WbEQE4obexA1La-AJfDyBE6p3kcEIOA-0mp4qzmCUTR0qMqUSt3pGzNxlcgLZhKENqPPDel0qCTKGHqy-U/s200/100_8789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573217056626350466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >You touch the strings of my heart,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >and my veins started singing a mozart</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />When in my arms, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >you felt you were at the safest place in the world,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >I assured you, l always be wd you as our life unfold.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />You said, you had been waiting for this quite long,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >i said, i was looking for you since i wrote my first song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />you hugged me tighter as tears rolled down your cheek,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >and said i love you alot and with time it will eke.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />You then planted a kiss on my lips and left my dream,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >with a promise to come again tonite, with a new gleam</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fyou-met-me-last-night.html&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=300&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=60" style="border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 300px; height: 60px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-24154139696227819442011-02-13T13:27:00.007+05:302011-02-13T13:43:37.824+05:30...Dreams...<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />...dreams...<br />dreams which are fulfilled...<br />dreams which are yet to be fulfilled..<br />dreams which are too close to you..</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6zVULl91WKqik09-BNhRmfEQVd89Z0ipnqe316v1VCV2r1Ympl9tXFnqAhDhh76DOqYexIfjjnpnv59ypIh6YOEdLUhXBchFFdJaajfRF4mrxdXrG3guYCyhML4I3MUBWZ16zGvx3-rN/s1600/DSCN2256.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6zVULl91WKqik09-BNhRmfEQVd89Z0ipnqe316v1VCV2r1Ympl9tXFnqAhDhh76DOqYexIfjjnpnv59ypIh6YOEdLUhXBchFFdJaajfRF4mrxdXrG3guYCyhML4I3MUBWZ16zGvx3-rN/s320/DSCN2256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573082225021088802" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >dreams which keeps ur spirit alive..<br />dreams coza which u r unique..<br />with those dreams in ur tiny eyes u wake up every mrng.....<br />may all ur dreams come true..</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >which u have seen in this heaven of urs..<br />dreams are achievable... :)<br /><br />------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >Long back, wrote these lines for one of my friend.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >Dont quite remember the occassion....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >found while browsing my pc...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >so sharing.....</span></span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fdreams.html&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=300&action=like&font=trebuchet+ms&colorscheme=light&height=50" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:300px; height:50px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-48252752147192299982011-01-07T00:19:00.012+05:302011-01-07T00:39:24.639+05:30i met me today....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdlv678n5MxYGnI3JAfQAA99Or2gUdkWodLLj_C4mmnAqvwFvsYvJ8lH_qmc5QC0Kc17S0g8vY4OEjDvljCRUwhQcm5nQA16Vetkypp2T09HUWfp5VBdmlOPzrrigoKaC76Y8W-795VOz/s1600/paps_raigad.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdlv678n5MxYGnI3JAfQAA99Or2gUdkWodLLj_C4mmnAqvwFvsYvJ8lH_qmc5QC0Kc17S0g8vY4OEjDvljCRUwhQcm5nQA16Vetkypp2T09HUWfp5VBdmlOPzrrigoKaC76Y8W-795VOz/s200/paps_raigad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559151654660511362" /></a><span>actually i feel me is me today..<br />with the lil bita attitude which i had lost long back..<br />i feel me is me today...<br />after spilling the anger outa me..<br />i feel me is me today..<br />after expressing my thoughts which i had suppressed since quite a long..<br />i feel me is me today...<br />after pointing out wat is ryt and wats wrong, without any regrets..<br />i feel me is me today...<br />who has kept his hump aside for sometime and trying to rejuvenate...<br />i feel free today...<br />i have again met....<br />ME today...</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F01%2Fi-met-me-today.html&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=250&action=like&font=tahoma&colorscheme=light&height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:250px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-61181636209339418422010-12-28T22:21:00.004+05:302010-12-28T22:49:15.847+05:30Hi-tech autowala<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Met a high-tech autorickshaw guy today. My auto-rickshaw meter was reading 7.40. He replied its 94 sahab. I said how come? He said, aapke mobile mein bhi hoga, then he transferred an application to my mobile which has the following features... Autorickshaw fares, taxi fares, local-railway timetable, Mega block information, BEST timetable, PNR status. I was surprised after seeing his ease of use of the new mobile which he bought 2 days back as he said. Not only this, but also he taught me how to calculate the exact fare from meter reading. multiple the meter reading with 1.3 and subtract 2 rs. from the amount, this will be the approximate fare, which i neva knew since the autorickshaw fares had changed. So if the rickshaw wala is minting more fare outa you, you can easily teach him a lesson. This application is developed by mobond group. You can find more details over <a href="http://mobond.org">here</a>... <a href="http://mobond.org">mobond.org</a></span></div><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F12%2Fhi-tech-autowala.html&layout=button_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&font=trebuchet+ms&colorscheme=light&height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowtransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-44217113261585951822010-05-02T14:45:00.010+05:302010-05-02T23:20:11.789+05:30Bhandardurg: One more to the list...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was almost 6 months since we had gone for a trek. The last one was Ratangad which we did way back in september. Last winter was a total waste as everyone was busy with their life and no one was taking initiative. When Dipali pinged me a link from Maharashtra times about Bhandardurg i was thrilled after reading the article and was thinking of ripping this in the early monsoon this year. But Dips and gang planned it in this boiling heat, and that too @ Nasik. Initially i was a bit reluctant but i could hardly find any pages about Bhandardurg on the web. Eventually i decided that, no matter what, i am going to do this, even though the heat is pouring. </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We started very late @ around 1 am from Mumbai. It was a group of 9 with 4 girls and 5 boys. Thanks to Amar for the Sumo, otherwise travelling by public transport in this summer vacations would have hell. By 5.30am we were at Trimbakeshwar. One of the 12 jyotirlings in India. Shri Trimbakeshwar Kshetra is covered by hills on three sides in a semicircle pattern and a long road which comes in from Mumbai - Nashik - Agra(NH2) highway. This placement of hills and considering the road which connects the kshetra to the highway makes it resemble a Lord shiva's Shivling if seen from a bird eye view. The hills covering the Trimbak are Anjaneri, which is also the birth place of Hanuman. Behind the Trimbakeshwar temple is the Huge mountain called Brahmagiri. They say its origin of the river Godavari. There is one more Lord shiva temple and also a Krishna mandir on the hill. All these three temples are at south end of the brahmagiri hill whereas at north end is the Shiva's Jata mandir. </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We started from the base village at around 7 am and reached till the Jata Mandir by 11 am. We were in no hurry since we had ample time as the the route till Brahmagiri is very straight forward and one can find many small stalls of lime-water, cucumber and resting spots. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jzoiJIPOvHEm9BaIogDqj4eqRasScCY-1bm_LFOEEH8F9X7ILP69UrhS0L8Tl2e5O9M6ZLTqCIprsQR35PWDzn0ssVkSLWPwWU6yUSjVr_5PSwKl2usF41Gt8kDYCbHKnxqtzl6zghvK/s1600/blog_100_9162.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jzoiJIPOvHEm9BaIogDqj4eqRasScCY-1bm_LFOEEH8F9X7ILP69UrhS0L8Tl2e5O9M6ZLTqCIprsQR35PWDzn0ssVkSLWPwWU6yUSjVr_5PSwKl2usF41Gt8kDYCbHKnxqtzl6zghvK/s200/blog_100_9162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466603913416368434" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There were also stalls which had flowers, rudraksha malas, empty bottles of bisleri costing from 2rs - 5rs, which poeple bought to carry godavari water back home. The decendants of Hanumanji or say human ancestors trouble a-lot in a small patch of steep steps. They steal anything which is in your hand and give stern looks if one tries to retaliate. One of them sat on my bag for quite some time until Runal who was behind me screamed when another one tried to pull her bag too. May he was thinking now since i am sitting on this sack, it belongs to me :D ... Somehow we were able to get out of that patch with less struggle since few of us had sticks in our hand. But there were other devotees who suffered because of these monkeys. Some of them also snatched purses of women. The really fun had now started. Till the Jata Mandir, things were normal as there were troops of people who accompanied us, but the place where we wanted to go was Bhandardurg, they call it Durga Bhandar. Its at a half kilometer distance from Jata Mandir. A a very narrow route behind the Jata mandir. On the way till Bhramagiri we asked many people about Bhandardurg, everyone said its very risky to go there. Not many people go there besides trekkers. (And why would one go? As there is no temple over there, if there had been one, people would have gone there as well). I saw people throwing 10 rupee notes in the godavari kund and even on </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYdPFvVVwMDlS3QHb9RWulMdhNOMTRdKSn6tZSJXKA1Fu_WkEYVXWO6TGYUl8lT7HsF4h73k8vkDk8AsjZZ6Xsmg13t-xhllZkwnxMvTtkEZOtMSWH5A8MRF6p48NXxKgOUGY94oAM8zk/s1600/blog_100_9209.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYdPFvVVwMDlS3QHb9RWulMdhNOMTRdKSn6tZSJXKA1Fu_WkEYVXWO6TGYUl8lT7HsF4h73k8vkDk8AsjZZ6Xsmg13t-xhllZkwnxMvTtkEZOtMSWH5A8MRF6p48NXxKgOUGY94oAM8zk/s200/blog_100_9209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466604556440883730" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the Shivling. God neva ask for money, and if you still want to give it then dont atleast throw it on him. It was disppointing to see people gathering around the pandit who was distributing the godavari tirth and creating chaos and hurting eachother and even fighting. For every spoonful of tirth every person used to drop a 10 rupee note in front of the pundit. There were a few foreigners as well who dropped 100 rupee notes each.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We started walking on the narrow route behind the Jata mandir. The route is very slippery because of the granular mud which has come down because of the land-slide. On our left was a valley and a small village of around 5-10 houses with farm fields around and goats and other pet animals running around and a few of those quietly trying to beat the heat by sitting under the shade of a huge tree next to a small well where a few females from the village were busy washing clothes and kids palying around. What a lyf! I mean this statement for each one of the living being i specified in the last couple of statements. There were places where we had to make our foot firm before placing the other foot. One slip and </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtxS_P26kh3tzakc0KMF3ZhahJMJIBXcMlHbqF5dUGydYxIM-DjoIUHVqMXrvNQxwhGsnaHPrc3KzPewRb9k4d_mjE8PTIcMCVR9_VQ7-HBBSqvSqTBRvwGw9PxrKISP3WuEOSXWlc8Tp/s1600/blog_100_9246.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtxS_P26kh3tzakc0KMF3ZhahJMJIBXcMlHbqF5dUGydYxIM-DjoIUHVqMXrvNQxwhGsnaHPrc3KzPewRb9k4d_mjE8PTIcMCVR9_VQ7-HBBSqvSqTBRvwGw9PxrKISP3WuEOSXWlc8Tp/s200/blog_100_9246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466604879087281090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">zuppppp.. in the valley.. We were approaching a pinnacle which looked dismantled at various places still standing tall. The pinnacle was linked to the brhamagiri hill with a very sleek and narrow wall like sructure-bridge. Until now, there was no clue how we are going to reach the dismantled pinnacle(Bhandardurg). With baby steps techinique at critical patches we reached a place where there was a 4 feet wide tunnel going down which had steps of uneven height ranging from 1/2 a feet to almost 2 feet. From top it looked like going no man's land. We started climbing</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGdzqR6v_XZwfhuqxoDQQhXCVEmQPaun6oq251If6JUgb5kiRSinFwgJFM8fFWHXJgoNwc008FI6jgp4fhgIT1soUmshxDrfI7djyfCxUPNhqUtk470d1asErNblcYOQkF_Xf99NS-FXx/s1600/blog_100_9276.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGdzqR6v_XZwfhuqxoDQQhXCVEmQPaun6oq251If6JUgb5kiRSinFwgJFM8fFWHXJgoNwc008FI6jgp4fhgIT1soUmshxDrfI7djyfCxUPNhqUtk470d1asErNblcYOQkF_Xf99NS-FXx/s200/blog_100_9276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466605262045028610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> down the slope. Eternal bliss it was. The sun was getting harsh minute by minute but the temperatue in this tunnel was as cool as cucumber's. The Rembrandt light entering the tunnel and hitting the rocks created beautiful reflections and amazing lighting conditions for photography. We spent nearly half an hour in that tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a small window/ door of 2 feet height which lands you on the bridge i mentioned earlier. One will have to lie down and crawl and come out from the window. We enjoyed every moment of that experience. Finally we crossed that bridge and moved at the other end; the pinnacle(Bhandardurg). There was similar tunnel at </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgschiTJ0LWv7_PjU9H74y7yR08oY0fOEwFO126WSvvtrjkXT665U7zd_HomyhfUriP1BRjOt86g2tokD1rFFidL_Xn_NLE19lEaKrcNqSBsU2BPJk9TKzy6s9qUf_uzaDFYSMkK0kJT7vO/s1600/blog_100_9272.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgschiTJ0LWv7_PjU9H74y7yR08oY0fOEwFO126WSvvtrjkXT665U7zd_HomyhfUriP1BRjOt86g2tokD1rFFidL_Xn_NLE19lEaKrcNqSBsU2BPJk9TKzy6s9qUf_uzaDFYSMkK0kJT7vO/s320/blog_100_9272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466606071371212386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the other end which we climbed and finally reached BhandarDurg. Yes its one more to my trekking list. Everyone of us was very happy. We were hoping if there is another route down to trimbakeshwar from Bhandardurg, but there wasnt one. It was a dead-end fulltoss at the other end of the durg. We wrapped our lunch right there at the second tunnel where a nice breeze was flowing-in and experienced a great bird-eye view of Trimbakeshwar village. Few of us also took a power-nap of 10 minutes with silent songs on mobile at the background. The blue sky pleasing the eyes and to complete the picture add a few snow white clouds. The clouds acted as an umbrella over the Trimbak village whereas some part was still bare with sun-strokes falling on it. It was an amazing view to distinguish the shadow part and the non-shadowed part of the village.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We started moving back at 2.15pm from Bhandardurg. The confidence level was slightly higher this time while walking on the edge. The story was not different even at this other side of the hill, the clouds had quite nicely covered the village from the suns harsh strokes and to add to it a gentle breeze was flowing as well. With couple of halts we reached the base again by 4.45pm. The sumo had come till the base of Brahmagiri. While returning we were caught by nice cooling shower in the Kasara ghat. And at the very moment the song playing on the FM was "Give me some sun-shine, gimme some rain" from 3 idiots. At the west, the sun was signing-off who was accompanied by heavy breeze with showers and thunder lightning. The fragrance after the first rain mesmerized each one of us.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bhandardurg is a one of the undiscovered, unexplored fort from Maharashtra. Although there is nuthing much on the fort but the route to bhandardurg and the two tunnels makes it interesting and fantasizes any avid trekker. Except at a few place where there was slippery sand, the trek is a normal trek with no experience needed. The view around Bhandardurg from top pleases your eyes. The only threat here is the monkeys but if taken proper care it can also be countered. Do visit this amazing place once for sure.</span></div></span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-39128578873095397702010-02-13T23:25:00.004+05:302010-08-08T10:32:02.086+05:30baby i luv u...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84je0AglFQNix-fD9LeLeUL5UUXdw_4ukztIg35QIxjXN0i-DNdWjGd_SIMeuQK3S7l-R5_Zw2jZ1Us2uGyEgLD2klDc46XFjd8vG1DO_oDkhV9jCyavcUp1KUZc8CztR0tv6IL9AZ-Kd/s1600-h/100_4994_bw.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84je0AglFQNix-fD9LeLeUL5UUXdw_4ukztIg35QIxjXN0i-DNdWjGd_SIMeuQK3S7l-R5_Zw2jZ1Us2uGyEgLD2klDc46XFjd8vG1DO_oDkhV9jCyavcUp1KUZc8CztR0tv6IL9AZ-Kd/s200/100_4994_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790094425603378" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">baby.. i thought of buying a moon for u,<br />but i could only bring a twinkling star..<br />i wished to gift you a rainbow colored butterfly<br />but i could only bring a white one as it has all colors in it..<br />i love to see only smile on your face<br />but i also like to see the tiny tears which roll down your cheeks<br />when you hug me after our fights..<br />i would luv to go on a long drive with you..<br />but i wud prefer walking hand in hand on a lonely beach...<br />i wish if to be with you 24x7<br />but i luv the feeling of missing you when i m not with you..<br />i wish i can fall in luv with you everyday<br />but to do so, i have to imagine i am not in luv and i cant even think of it...<br />i thought of writing your name on every breath of mine<br />but i am afraid i may lose it when i exhale...<br />baby i luv the feel of my heart when i think of you..<br />baby i luv u... </span></span></span></span>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-78544309811570747532010-01-14T22:53:00.008+05:302010-01-14T23:30:08.571+05:30Kai......... Po............. Che..........................<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I remember the days when i used to beg in fronta my mum to climb on our roof top so that i can enjoy flying kite every MakarSakrant. There were situations when MakarSankrant used to come in between my exams and i used to miss as i had to prepare for my xms. Those days i used to cry and fight with my parents for not allowing me to enjoy this fest. I dont blame them as they were right at their end. But life always give you a second chance to fulfill by bringing you at right place at right time. I think thats what happened to me today. Today, we had Kite flying festival at our office terrace. Thanks to our HR team for arranging such events. Though it started at 5 pm, i joined late, i was busy debugging some shitty issue which we were able to resolve at the end of the day. Finally i went upstairs when i noticed AC's vent sound had become louder and only empty chairs around me in my cubicle. I found my team mates struggling to get the kite up in the sky. I thought of tryin my hand @ it. Tied a new cunny after removing the old one. Cunny of any kite should be symmetric to make the kite fly high and stable. Within a matter of few seconds my kite flew high, everyone from my team was so happy to see this and started asking "abey kidhar tha tu??" :P.. My heart was flying high along with my kite. We flew 2 kites after the other teams started crosscutting eachother's threads. We lost one battle. We flew another one which also got sliced by our DBA. We were enjoying every bit of the win and the loss. Memories kept somewhere at the corner of the brain transformed into emotions to my heart. Before my colleagues notice, i moved down to the workarea. It was a great moment, a great day. I feel <i>life really brings you at </i><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">right place at right time</span>. You just need to identify, yesss this is the one!!! Thankyou life .. :) </span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-29485127204600107102009-12-28T22:57:00.006+05:302009-12-28T23:15:33.480+05:30Slang Hindi phrases used by Dev and QA<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">something broke on UI :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">फट गया</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">an exception thrown :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">गाली दे रहा है</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shutdown a machine :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">दुकान बंद</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">something is really buggy or erratic :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">क्या त्रास है</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">read up/go thro some thing new:- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">चाट ले</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a query taking too much time or timeout :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">लटक गयी</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a server goes down :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">शहीद हो गया</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">if a bug keeps rolling continuously between QA-Dev :- </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">टेबल टेनीस चालू है...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Will update as and when i rembr more...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;">Please post in comments if you use any other.. ;)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-90632015358925533242009-12-26T20:41:00.003+05:302009-12-26T20:46:46.547+05:30Borivali Khadi Fest 2009-10<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today i had gone to Kora Kendra, Boriwali. There is a KHADI FEST organized by </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KHADI & VILLAGE INDUSTRIES COMMISSION (GOVT. OF INDIA). Its open from 11AM - 8PM. Upto 10th Jan 2010. You will find all types of eco-friendly KVI(KHADI & VILLAGE INDUSTRIES) accessories and that too at affordable prices and upto 20% discount. When you enter that place you would find so many attractive products that you would be confused and will end up in a confused situation what, what to buy... Same happened to me. The best thing i found was, there were stalls for most of the states from India. Khadi clothes, shirts and kurtas from Maharashtra, sarees from Chattisgarh, Orissa, West Bengal, Jaipuri chappals and mojadees. Amla herbal products from Bihar and many more. My mom found the sarees a bit costly as compared to the market rate, but the shirts were really good and so do the kurtis. Even the shoes were good. Apart from the north, there were stalls from South, Saree and dress material stalls from Bangalore. Participants from North East had very good artifacts made from wood and clay. The stall owner muttered the clay name, but my ears could barely understand it. There are also furniture and household items like chaarpayee, chairs made from bamboo, tea set, mugs made from bamboos drew my attention the most. Trays made from bamboo were neatly decorated and were eye-catchy. Show piece items like the enlongated faces which we find in Archies and Hallmark galleries for which we spill out over Rs. 250/- were costing only Rs. 100/-. Small dhoopstick stands made from clay, Ganesh idols, fusion idol made up of half Sun and half moon was the most amazing one. There were many other things which i have forgot now.. i l be visiting that place again tomorr...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You all also go and visit asap. Hurry.. before products go outa stock ;)....</span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-48194086997202663712009-12-25T23:02:00.004+05:302009-12-25T23:06:16.198+05:30Merry X'Mas<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>"Our school will be conducting Christmas party on 23rd of December and i need 5 ppl to decorate</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>the classroom for the Christmas party." </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everyone of us might have heard this announcement during our school days.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Those were golden days. We used to fight with eachother to get into the committee so as to come to school during off-hours and in civil dress.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everyone used to shinofy in front of the watchman uncle and butter him to get into the premise if teacher hasn't approved. Buy color chalks from the stationary</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">store just outside the school. Get all decoration material from the same store. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the frills, ballons, thermocol sheets, masks, fevicol, sello tape, etc..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now decide upfront who gonna decorate, write on the board, who gonna help in blowing the ballons.. as that was the most tedious task. lol.... There used to be couple of sniffers amongst us who used to go and checkout what other guys have done in their respective classrooms and then copy that in our room as well.. Also stop other students from wanderring around our class so as they dont copy our ideas and creativity. After lotta of fun filled masti finally the classroom used to made ready for party day. Things neva used to end there, catch hold of housekeepers and get the room locked so that no one else comes in and screw our work..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Really..... those days were amazing... The childish enthusiasm... the dedication... the mischeifs.. the curiosity to see school-time crushes from our own or other classes...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Golden days... really... neva gonna have them back....</span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-46289345807546011422009-11-21T21:05:00.005+05:302009-11-21T23:55:02.922+05:30Star Majha's Blog Majha Results<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">It was friday morning. Usually i dont open my lappy early morning. But i did yesterday and what i saw was a mail from Prasanna Joshi of Star Majha. After lotta hurdles and hiccups they had managed to declare the much awaited results of Star Majha's "Blog Majha" contest for Marathi bloggers. But why am i telling this?? Yes, coz i had submitted my blog for this contest. Sadly i had a very few Marathi posts on blog. But there was a hope somewhere in the corner of my mind. I opened the mail and was a bit disappointed not to see my name in the list. All the winners had very nice blogs and were purely Marathi blogs. It was feeling great to know that so many marathi blogs are live and kicking on the web.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Following is the list of winners and their blogs:</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Top three</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">अनिकेत समुद्र </span></span><a href="http://manatale.wordpress.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(156, 70, 23); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">http://manatale.wordpress.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />नीरजा पटवर्धन </span></span><a href="http://aatalyaasahitmaanoos.blogspot.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(156, 70, 23); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">http://aatalyaasahitmaanoos.blogspot.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />दिपक शिंदे </span></span><a href="http://bhunga.blogspot.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(156, 70, 23); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">http://bhunga.blogspot.com</span></span></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Consolation blogs</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />हरिप्रसाद भालेराव </span></span><a href="http://www.chhota-don.blogspot.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Please feel free to visit this new blog of mine and keep your suggestions and comments coming.</span></span></p></span>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-44545863078343705612009-11-11T23:51:00.002+05:302009-11-11T23:53:31.154+05:30Rodeo & Me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Today is such a beautiful day..... I am saying it after (my rodeo got towed of yesterday... my Nokia N95 got wet in the rain and today there is no display on the mobile...pls dont call on my mobile...I am reachable @ 67766307 (office) and 24043257 (home)...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Its me and my Rodeo....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I only have a Learning driving liscence. In the 30 day driving class I have attanded only 11 sessions and friday I am going to get Liscence...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Here it is....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Today I left for office early in the morning at 9:10 sharp. It was raining heavily...My mobile did not work...I put on my new Jacket which I bought on Sunday and picked my Rodeo...(Route :- Sion Eastern Expressway to Vikhroli and then Powai - my office).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I was bit scared first and was driving very slow in the rain..., as these are my Baby's Day Out with my Rodeo. I reached Godrej Compound signal @ ghatkopar...then..there were 4 bikers standing next to me on the signal...Guess who goes first....when the signal is green...0-40 in 3-4 seconds...I saw the reading on the digital meter 55 kmph...at 55 KmPH in that rain...each droplet is like bullets slapping you....and wind speed (i dont know how to calculate it..) believe me its like somebody is pushing you really hard backwards....at somepoint you feel its all stopped and see the meter @56 kmph..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Now, you all wonder why take such risk in rainly season (I know u all care for me)and that too when it was pouring down... Come on...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">It is the eastern express highway...10 lane road...I was on that lone signal...I couldn't see a bee on the road..(obviously bees dont come out in rainy season)...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">All you people get yourself a vehicle...its fun....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I reached office and I am totally wet believe me TOTALLY..500 rs. new Jacket is worthless...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">--ur Tilak</span> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><b>[Contribution by my friend Tilak]</b></span></span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-35073975455344698732009-10-20T00:54:00.009+05:302011-10-30T12:43:56.146+05:30Thankyou Saab<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a long shopping day, we decided to rest our butt and legs for a while.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While we were searching for a hotel, ma friend Vari, went to the IDBI ATM at Malad(W). A watchman in his late 60's who was reading newspaper stood as Vari reached near the door. Vari minted out as much he needed from the 4feet-minting machine. The watchman stood still until Vari finished his transaction. They both smiled at eachother and we left from that place. Since then, i noticed something was going in Vari's mind. He then stopped by a general store, bought a dairy milk and asked me to wait until he comes back. It was very difficult for me to digest Vari's sudden change in behaviour. He took a u-turn and went near the old watchman sitting outside the ATM, i too followed him. Vari whispered "Uncle, Happy Diwali" and gave him that dairy milk. That old man looked at Vari for few seconds, smiled and offered his hand to Vari and said "Thank you saab". I could read the happiness on that Uncle's face. I guess that was the best thing happened to him that day, infact in the recent past. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vari immediately, left from that ATM, winked at me asked, "Ab chale??". </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We didn't have any discussion on that topic after that. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When everyone was celebrating diwali with family and friends, there are people like that old watchman busy at work. I am sure, Vari has brought a smile not only on that person's face but also touched his heart.</span></span></div>
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<iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2009%2F10%2Fthankyou-saab.html&send=false&layout=button_count&width=450&show_faces=true&action=like&colorscheme=light&font=trebuchet+ms&height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-52563114675347913482009-03-06T10:56:00.018+05:302009-03-07T01:45:25.968+05:30Real Estate World<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some facts and figures for buying property in a metro like Mumbai where the pool has become dirty with many different types of fishes. Jotting down some of my personal experience. There was no one to guide me :(. So i thot y not put it here so that some other naive person may find it useful.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"># Brokers</span> :</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> The most dirtiest fish in the pond. I couldnt even find a single genuine estate agent in two years. Now-a-days every bunty bubbly wants to become an estate agent. They know how to sell a property of 5lacs to 10lacs. They will show you all possible gud things about the property, half of the features of the property they are showing are not even known by the property owner.... Yeah a bluff!! They wont hide the demerits of any property but they will present the merits in such a manner that u will completely forget the down points. These guys now-a-days own a license of estate agentship.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">>> check the genuinness of that person.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> findout the marketvalue of that property. if you find it lower than what</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> the broker has told u then All the best! u have found a greedy broker.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> Ideally, the brokers increase the value from 5% to 10%.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> ask him whether he knows everything about the property registration</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> tasks and formalities to complete.. @ the Registrar office.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> For paper work, never ever go to an advocate where the property agent</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> suggests u. Instead find some gud advocate, ask ur frnz, relatives, etc.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">>> The market value of any property can be found out from any advocate.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> There are many clauses, and the value depends on the area, location, </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> the building premise, whether the apartment has a lift, a playground.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> make things clear about the brokerage charges (%) before he opens his</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> cards in front of u.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"># Banks and Finance Companies</span> :</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">>> look for a good agent who can complete the bank formalities for u.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> In case of public sector banks like SBI and Maha bank, you will get</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> pissed off by the regular visits and insufficient details provided by the </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> loan managers and Service managers. Everytime you visit the bank with</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> ur file you will be asked to bring some new document.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">>> In private sector banks, the loan related work is given to the agents</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> who work on commission basis + %age from the customer. The agent is</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> the one who does all the dirty work for u and all settlement related</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> advices if any of ur documents are pending/ missing.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> Rate Of Interest(ROI) depends on the PLR of each bank. There are</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> various interest types as well.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Fixed :- The ROI will remain constant throughout your loan</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> period. It is slightly maybe 2% to 3% higher than</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> current ROI according to the PLR</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Flexi-Fixed :- The ROI will be fixed for a specific period of time</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> and then will change after intervals. Say for ex : Fixed</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> for 3 yrs and then again change according to the PLR</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> and fix for next 3yrs and so on..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Floating/Flexible : The ROI will change according the PLR.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"># Documents normally required for a house loan :</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">>>Personal</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Last 3 months salary slips.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Income Tax Form-16 for last 2/3 years.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Last 6 months bank account statement (primarily the one with</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> ur salary account)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ PAN No. (Permanent Account Number)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Company Identification Number (In case of pvt sector companies)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Appointment Letter</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Employment Certificate on your company letter head.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Residential Address Proof :- Electricity bill, telephone bill,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> bank pass book zerox, etc</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ if in case u stay in a rented house most of the banks provide</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> an affidavit which you have to get stamped from any bank which</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> provides franking facility and then get it notarized from any</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> advocate.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> Related to property</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Sale Agreement duly registered from Registrar Office.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ If its a re-sale property, then prevailing agreements right</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> from the builder to the current owner of the property. (Chain Agreements)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ If the society/apartment is registered then Society NOC</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> certificate.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Tax -Receipts and Maintenance receipts.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Property Card which can be occupied from the Society.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Occupancy certificate of the property, this can be occupied</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> from the Society. Its the duty of the construction company to</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> obtain the occupancy certificate from the Municipal office.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Share certificates (for all owners of that property till date.)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> Apart from this, there are few other documents which can prove your</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">trustworthiness and </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">eligibility to the bank</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Qualification certificate : If you are post graduate or Ph.D. then you can even</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">bargain with the loan manager on the basis of your degree.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Tangible Assets like Gold, Vehicles, Real estate, etc.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Intangible Assets like Insurance policies, Mutual funds or any</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> other investments.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"># Every bank charges processing fee for your loan application. It depends on slab. I mean for</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> every 10lacs the processing fee vary.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">$$ Upto 10 lacs => Rs.5060/=</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> $$ Upto 20 lacs => Rs.6742/= and so on..</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"># Advocates/Lawyers :</span></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> >> Find a good lawyer who can complete all the registration related work for you.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">>> Before buying any property you can even go to your lawyer and ask him to evaluate the </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">cost of the property.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"># Some terms used about property </span>:<br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >>> Builtup Area : Total area before the construction is done. It includes the total area which the flat has occupied.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >>> Super Builtup Area : Builtup Area + corridor and lobby<br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >>> Carpet Area : Actual area available for use once the flat is ready for possession.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Will keep on updating this post as and when things progresses... and as i find more information.. :) </span> </span></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-41695005695904010082009-02-07T21:45:00.005+05:302009-02-13T00:49:47.644+05:30A lost kid...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Vishal dropped his mother @ his cousins home in kankavli and came to Kankavli ST depot. Though there are not many buses @ 9pm, he was confident enuf that he will find some other private vehicle if not ST to Talere. Kankavli to Talere distance is 22km which takes around 30 mins on the Goa-Mumbai National Highway. Vishal let go one Asiad ST which was jam packed and waited for the next bus. Soon he got another Panji-Vijapur bus which was quite empty but still he dint get a seat. Just when the bus was heading towards Talere and the bus conductor was busy punching the tickets a man tapped on his back and asked him whether the bus has passed Fonda phata. Even Vishal was not sure so he asked the bus conductor, who said it has already passed Fonda phata. The man who was enquiring turned to the kid sitting on the seat next to him. The kid whose age was not more than 10 yrs looked worried. Vishal asked the man about the kid. The man replied, his name is Shubham and he wanted to go to Fonda but accidently got into Vijapur bus which doesnt go to Fonda atall. The only option which was left in front of Shubham was to get down @ Nandgaon and from there find a truck or some private vehicle to Fonda. Shubham almost about to turn into tears but somehow controlled his emotions. The conductor punched a Nandgaon fata ticket and gave him. Vishal asked the kid whether anyone from his home knows whether he has come to Kankavli. He replied "no". Vishal made his mind and decided to get down @ Nandgaon wd Shubham. He dint let Shubham know abt it. Shubham asked Vishal where he wants to get down. Vishal replied, "Talere". Shubham lost whatever little bit of hope which had cropped-in in his mind when he heard "Talere". The ST stopped @ Nandgaon phata, they both got down from the bus. Vishal asked Shubham to wait for a while. Mean while he enquired @ the tea-stall whether there is any ST @ this hour going towards Fonda. The guy @ the tea-stall suggested to take any truck or any other private vehicle coz there was no bus going towards FOnda @ that hour. Immediately an autorickshaw driver came rushing towards Shubham and started asking him something. When the guy saw a man near Shubham he went rushing towards him. Vishal neva wanted to give Shubham into unsafe hands. So he started looking @ the auto driver with suspicious eyes. But even that driver was very generous and he too started looking for any possible vehicle which cud drop Shubham till Fonda. At one point Vishal thot of taking that kid back to Kankavli and spend nyt @ his cousin's home. God forbid, but who will be responsible if anything happens to him and his parents will also be worried for him back home. Vishal rang up his uncle who stays @ Talere and told him about the situation coz ppl were waiting for him @ Talere. He wasnt worried abt how he will reach Talere but was worried abt Shubham. Vishal cud have even gone all the way to Fonda to drop him and come back in morning but he was tied up since he was staying @ his uncle's place and dint wanted to create problems for his uncle's family. Meantime, the auto rick driver asked a truck driver who had parked his truck since long time. The truck driver was from Fonda and he was going back home, so he readily agreed to drop Shubham till FOnda. Vishal still was bit worried abt Shubham since he was not sure whether he has given that kid in safe hands... He quietly pushed a small chit in Shubham's pocket which had a mobile number and told to give him a call, wdout fail when he reaches Fonda. Accidently he wrote his uncle's number instead of his, till the time he realize his mistake the truck had already left. Vishal thanked the rick driver for his support on which the driver replied, "Ultimately, i was going to drop him, that was the last option i had in my mind." Vishal then got a truck which dropped him till Talere. His uncle was ready with the bike keys and was about to come to Nandgaon to pick him up if he wont have reached Talere in another hour.. Soon when he reached Talere, he got a call from an unknown number and someone said "me pohochalo".. i have reached.. There was happiness in those two words which travelled over the wireless carrier and reached Talere till his uncle's house and brought smile and a sigh of relief to everyone @ his uncle's home. </span><br /></div>paps sapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812noreply@blogger.com6