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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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 | 23:15 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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, &lt;i&gt;"tya bus cha kahi nakki nahi aho, aali tar yeil nahitar sakal paryant ithech basa bomblat!!"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 | 23:45 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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, &lt;i&gt;"Kaka, 5 minute thambu shakta ka?"&lt;/i&gt;. He replied with a meek voice, &lt;i&gt;"nahi bhau, time jhala ata, nighato..."&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 | 23:55 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 03:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXwYnZPUQPc/Tw3YjGo7u1I/AAAAAAAADpM/ijgJgFLEOYs/s1600/IMG_8706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXwYnZPUQPc/Tw3YjGo7u1I/AAAAAAAADpM/ijgJgFLEOYs/s320/IMG_8706.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 05:15 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdd7UaT2twA/Tw-0ihl38yI/AAAAAAAADmc/rkR2-4sLh24/s1600/IMG_8744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdd7UaT2twA/Tw-0ihl38yI/AAAAAAAADmc/rkR2-4sLh24/s320/IMG_8744.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 07:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 07:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_gSsGvuJiM/Tw-0i-s8OwI/AAAAAAAADms/kJjc57N2ec0/s1600/IMG_8790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_gSsGvuJiM/Tw-0i-s8OwI/AAAAAAAADms/kJjc57N2ec0/s320/IMG_8790.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was as if KK was calling us with its arms wide open for a tight jhappi(hug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 09:15 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 11:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 12:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 13:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 13:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 14:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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 ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 14:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 15:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 14:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 16:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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, &lt;i&gt;"Praful, can you go ahead, you have already done this once, can you please take the lead?"&lt;/i&gt;. A BIG PAUSE!&amp;nbsp; ............. 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 &lt;b&gt;DOWN&lt;/b&gt; with confidence at one moment with Vaibhav's statement and was &lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt; with another statement. &lt;i&gt;"The only way to avoid it, is to face it. -[Movie 300]"&lt;/i&gt;. 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, &lt;i&gt;"guys please stop murmurring, let me concentrate. give me 5 minutes. please be quite."&lt;/i&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 17:45 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 19:10 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 19:35 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: I heard someone shouting, &lt;i&gt;"aye waat sapadli, waat sapadli!"&lt;/i&gt; 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.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There were two villagers who came to rescue us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 20:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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, &lt;i&gt;"thamb paani gheun yeuya, pora tahanleli aahet"&lt;/i&gt;. 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 | 21:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 01:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 05:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM5V7eu37XQ/Tw3Y-sVPJmI/AAAAAAAADcs/4_mvZrWBu6g/s1600/IMG_8860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM5V7eu37XQ/Tw3Y-sVPJmI/AAAAAAAADcs/4_mvZrWBu6g/s320/IMG_8860.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 09:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 13:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 14.30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kx5RhmOIcAQ/Tw3ZtfvJ1RI/AAAAAAAADik/O_ex1wzmS54/s1600/IMG_9003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kx5RhmOIcAQ/Tw3ZtfvJ1RI/AAAAAAAADik/O_ex1wzmS54/s320/IMG_9003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 16:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 18:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 19:30 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 | 21:10 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 | 00:00 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: Reached Dadar along with Chappi and other hindi bhashik guys ;). It was the climax of a memorable trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 | 01:15 hrs&lt;/b&gt;: 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srhII-Jhc_4/TxL_Qg2TwMI/AAAAAAAADpY/ttGTYYWEfXs/s1600/100_4566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srhII-Jhc_4/TxL_Qg2TwMI/AAAAAAAADpY/ttGTYYWEfXs/s320/100_4566.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];  if (d.getElementById(id)) return;  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1";  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-7743062859847439470?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/7743062859847439470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-i-met-god.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7743062859847439470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7743062859847439470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-i-met-god.html' title='and i met god...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXwYnZPUQPc/Tw3YjGo7u1I/AAAAAAAADpM/ijgJgFLEOYs/s72-c/IMG_8706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4501129809668428655</id><published>2011-07-23T20:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:00:10.609+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy to help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>happy to help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt9Kg9MTT6w/TiroMzNrXsI/AAAAAAAADQ4/uPnP4AOc51M/s1600/frnz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt9Kg9MTT6w/TiroMzNrXsI/AAAAAAAADQ4/uPnP4AOc51M/s200/frnz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632569590583877314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;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. 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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? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;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??? 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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'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhrBAQOs_V4/TZg8XkwSz3I/AAAAAAAAC28/J2QXP8OfqsA/s1600/wc_2011_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhrBAQOs_V4/TZg8XkwSz3I/AAAAAAAAC28/J2QXP8OfqsA/s320/wc_2011_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591285313081364338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F04%2Feu-de-memoire.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font=trebuchet+ms&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-1916069456322042966?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/1916069456322042966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-de-memoire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/1916069456322042966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/1916069456322042966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-de-memoire.html' title='Eu de Mémoire'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHxZ2lTiv70/TZg8QBUjaXI/AAAAAAAAC20/0pWesLueHgc/s72-c/wc_2011_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-6816940258293888607</id><published>2011-02-14T22:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:25:02.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world of dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You met me last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You met me in my dream last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;you were holding me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceGWkNEstvY/TVgLYoRcmYI/AAAAAAAACnw/FFg0LxZg8ic/s1600/100_8789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceGWkNEstvY/TVgLYoRcmYI/AAAAAAAACnw/FFg0LxZg8ic/s200/100_8789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573217056626350466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You touch the strings of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and my veins started singing a mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in my arms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;you felt you were at the safest place in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I assured you, l always be wd you as our life unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, you had been waiting for this quite long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i said, i was looking for you since i wrote my first song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hugged me tighter as tears rolled down your cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and said i love you alot and with time it will eke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then planted a kiss on my lips and left my dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;with a promise to come again tonite, with a new gleam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fyou-met-me-last-night.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=60" style="border: medium none; 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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYuSvOelmNE/TVeQwZZs9CI/AAAAAAAACno/izR0YEEuI_Y/s320/DSCN2256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573082225021088802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dreams which keeps ur spirit alive..&lt;br /&gt;dreams coza which u r unique..&lt;br /&gt;with those dreams in ur tiny eyes u wake up every mrng.....&lt;br /&gt;may all ur dreams come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;which u have seen in this heaven of urs..&lt;br /&gt;dreams are achievable... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Long back, wrote these lines for one of my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dont quite remember the occassion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;found while browsing my pc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so sharing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fdreams.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font=trebuchet+ms&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=50" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:300px; height:50px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2415413969622781944?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2415413969622781944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2415413969622781944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2415413969622781944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreams.html' title='...Dreams...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYuSvOelmNE/TVeQwZZs9CI/AAAAAAAACno/izR0YEEuI_Y/s72-c/DSCN2256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4825275214719229998</id><published>2011-01-07T00:19:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:39:24.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i feel free today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shackles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i meets me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i met me today'/><title type='text'>i met me today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/TSYS-eyQloI/AAAAAAAACkk/p3fA0CVh5Ag/s1600/paps_raigad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/TSYS-eyQloI/AAAAAAAACkk/p3fA0CVh5Ag/s200/paps_raigad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559151654660511362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;actually i feel me is me today..&lt;br /&gt;with the lil bita attitude which i had lost long back..&lt;br /&gt;i feel me is me today...&lt;br /&gt;after spilling the anger outa me..&lt;br /&gt;i feel me is me today..&lt;br /&gt;after expressing my thoughts which i had suppressed since quite a long..&lt;br /&gt;i feel me is me today...&lt;br /&gt;after pointing out wat is ryt and wats wrong, without any regrets..&lt;br /&gt;i feel me is me today...&lt;br /&gt;who has kept his hump aside for sometime and trying to rejuvenate...&lt;br /&gt;i feel free today...&lt;br /&gt;i have again met....&lt;br /&gt;ME today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F01%2Fi-met-me-today.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=250&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font=tahoma&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; 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"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://mobond.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://mobond.org"&gt;mobond.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F12%2Fhi-tech-autowala.html&amp;amp;layout=button_count&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font=trebuchet+ms&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-6118163620933941842?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/6118163620933941842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-tech-autowala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6118163620933941842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6118163620933941842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-tech-autowala.html' title='Hi-tech autowala'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4421711326158595182</id><published>2010-05-02T14:45:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:20:11.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trekking in sahyadris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maharashtra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godavari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhandardurg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trimbakeshwar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nashik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anjaneri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahmagiri'/><title type='text'>Bhandardurg: One more to the list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91HS8LxYTI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR56d0VDQFo/s1600/blog_100_9162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91HS8LxYTI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR56d0VDQFo/s200/blog_100_9162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466603913416368434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91H4Xow0hI/AAAAAAAABtI/qHv8re3Tysg/s1600/blog_100_9209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91H4Xow0hI/AAAAAAAABtI/qHv8re3Tysg/s200/blog_100_9209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466604556440883730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91ILJlqI8I/AAAAAAAABtQ/DOZur5bIftw/s1600/blog_100_9246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91ILJlqI8I/AAAAAAAABtQ/DOZur5bIftw/s200/blog_100_9246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466604879087281090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91IhcN5oQI/AAAAAAAABtY/9JT_xpevbHI/s1600/blog_100_9276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91IhcN5oQI/AAAAAAAABtY/9JT_xpevbHI/s200/blog_100_9276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466605262045028610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91JQjMTJmI/AAAAAAAABtg/jYtUYbmOLfo/s1600/blog_100_9272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91JQjMTJmI/AAAAAAAABtg/jYtUYbmOLfo/s320/blog_100_9272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466606071371212386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4421711326158595182?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4421711326158595182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/05/bhandardurg-one-more-to-list.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4421711326158595182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4421711326158595182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/05/bhandardurg-one-more-to-list.html' title='Bhandardurg: One more to the list...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S91HS8LxYTI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR56d0VDQFo/s72-c/blog_100_9162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-3912857887309539770</id><published>2010-02-13T23:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:32:02.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>baby i luv u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S3bpR71gPTI/AAAAAAAABYw/3KG8RIWlXEg/s1600-h/100_4994_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S3bpR71gPTI/AAAAAAAABYw/3KG8RIWlXEg/s200/100_4994_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790094425603378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;baby.. i thought of buying a moon for u,&lt;br /&gt;but i could only bring a twinkling star..&lt;br /&gt;i wished to gift you a rainbow colored butterfly&lt;br /&gt;but i could only bring a white one as it has all colors in it..&lt;br /&gt;i love to see only smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;but i also like to see the tiny tears which roll down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;when you hug me after our fights..&lt;br /&gt;i would luv to go on a long drive with you..&lt;br /&gt;but i wud prefer walking hand in hand on a lonely beach...&lt;br /&gt;i wish if to be with you 24x7&lt;br /&gt;but i luv the feeling of missing you when i m not with you..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can fall in luv with you everyday&lt;br /&gt;but to do so, i have to imagine i am not in luv and i cant even think of it...&lt;br /&gt;i thought of writing your name on every breath of mine&lt;br /&gt;but i am afraid i may lose it when i exhale...&lt;br /&gt;baby i luv the feel of my heart when i think of you..&lt;br /&gt;baby i luv u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-3912857887309539770?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/3912857887309539770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-i-luv-u.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3912857887309539770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3912857887309539770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-i-luv-u.html' title='baby i luv u...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/S3bpR71gPTI/AAAAAAAABYw/3KG8RIWlXEg/s72-c/100_4994_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-7854430981157074753</id><published>2010-01-14T22:53:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:30:08.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MakarSankrant'/><title type='text'>Kai......... Po............. Che..........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;life really brings you at &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;right place at right time&lt;/span&gt;. You just need to identify, yesss this is the one!!! Thankyou life .. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-7854430981157074753?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/7854430981157074753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/01/kai-po-che.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7854430981157074753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7854430981157074753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2010/01/kai-po-che.html' title='Kai......... Po............. Che..........................'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-2948512720460010710</id><published>2009-12-28T22:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:15:33.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slang'/><title type='text'>Slang Hindi phrases used by Dev and QA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;something broke on UI :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;फट गया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;an exception thrown :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;गाली दे रहा है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;shutdown a machine :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;दुकान बंद&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;something is really buggy or erratic :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;क्या त्रास है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;read up/go thro some thing new:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;चाट ले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a query taking too much time or timeout :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;लटक गयी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a server goes down :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;शहीद हो गया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if a bug keeps rolling continuously between QA-Dev  :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;टेबल टेनीस चालू है...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Will update as and when i rembr more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;Please post in comments if you use any other..  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2948512720460010710?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2948512720460010710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/slang-hindi-phrases-used-by-dev-and-qa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2948512720460010710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2948512720460010710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/slang-hindi-phrases-used-by-dev-and-qa.html' title='Slang Hindi phrases used by Dev and QA'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-9063201535892553324</id><published>2009-12-26T20:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:46:46.547+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borivali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artifacts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KVI - India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khadi Gram Udyog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khadi Fest'/><title type='text'>Borivali Khadi Fest 2009-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today i had gone to Kora Kendra, Boriwali. There is a KHADI FEST organized by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KHADI &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You all also go and visit asap. Hurry.. before products go outa stock ;)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-9063201535892553324?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/9063201535892553324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/borivali-khadi-fest-2009-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/9063201535892553324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/9063201535892553324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/borivali-khadi-fest-2009-10.html' title='Borivali Khadi Fest 2009-10'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4819408699720266371</id><published>2009-12-25T23:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:06:16.198+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic moments'/><title type='text'>Merry X'Mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Our school will be conducting Christmas party on 23rd of December and i need 5 ppl to decorate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the classroom for the Christmas party." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everyone of us might have heard this announcement during our school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;store just outside the school. Get all decoration material from the same store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the frills, ballons, thermocol sheets, masks, fevicol, sello tape, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Golden days... really... neva gonna have them back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4819408699720266371?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4819408699720266371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4819408699720266371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4819408699720266371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry X&apos;Mas'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4628934580754601142</id><published>2009-11-21T21:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:55:02.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Majha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi Blogosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Majha'/><title type='text'>Star Majha's Blog Majha Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Following is the list of winners and their blogs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Top three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congrax to all the winners and thanks to Star Majha for such events which promote Marathi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have moved all my marathi related posts to a new &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dedicated to Marathi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://papya.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please feel free to visit this new blog of mine and keep your suggestions and comments coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4628934580754601142?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4628934580754601142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/11/star-majhas-blog-majha-results.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4628934580754601142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4628934580754601142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/11/star-majhas-blog-majha-results.html' title='Star Majha&apos;s Blog Majha Results'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4454586307834370561</id><published>2009-11-11T23:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:53:31.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tillu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahindra Rodeo'/><title type='text'>Rodeo &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its me and my Rodeo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;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)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All you people get yourself a vehicle...its fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I reached office and I am totally wet believe me TOTALLY..500 rs. new Jacket is worthless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;--ur Tilak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Contribution by my friend Tilak]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4454586307834370561?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4454586307834370561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/11/rodeo-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4454586307834370561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4454586307834370561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/11/rodeo-me.html' title='Rodeo &amp; Me'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-3507397545534469873</id><published>2009-10-20T00:54:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:43:56.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou Saab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a long shopping day, we decided to rest our butt and legs for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vari immediately, left from that ATM, winked at me asked, "Ab chale??". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We didn't have any discussion on that topic after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fpapssapa.blogspot.com%2F2009%2F10%2Fthankyou-saab.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=button_count&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font=trebuchet+ms&amp;amp;height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-3507397545534469873?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/3507397545534469873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankyou-saab.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3507397545534469873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3507397545534469873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankyou-saab.html' title='Thankyou Saab'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-5256311467534791348</id><published>2009-03-06T10:56:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:45:25.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Loan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finance companies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estate Agents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brokers'/><title type='text'>Real Estate World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# Brokers&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt; check the genuinness of that person.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; findout the marketvalue of that property. if you find it lower than what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;             the broker has told u then All the best! u have found a greedy broker.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Ideally, the brokers increase the value from 5% to 10%.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; ask him whether he knows everything about the property registration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;             tasks and formalities to complete.. @ the Registrar office.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; For paper work, never ever go to an advocate where the property agent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;             suggests u. Instead find some gud advocate, ask ur frnz, relatives, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt; The market value of any property can be found out from any advocate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              There are many clauses, and the value depends on the area, location, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              the building premise, whether the apartment has a lift, a playground.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; make things clear about the brokerage charges (%) before he opens his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              cards in front of u.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# Banks and Finance Companies&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt; look for a good agent who can complete the bank formalities for u.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; In case of public sector banks like SBI and Maha bank, you will get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              pissed off by the regular visits and insufficient details provided by the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              loan managers and Service managers. Everytime you visit the bank with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              ur file you will be asked to bring some new document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt; In private sector banks, the loan related work is given to the agents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              who work on commission basis + %age from the customer. The agent is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              the one who does all the dirty work for u and all settlement related&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              advices if any of ur documents are pending/ missing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; Rate Of Interest(ROI) depends on the PLR of each bank. There are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              various interest types as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Fixed :- The ROI will remain constant throughout your loan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                    period. It is slightly maybe 2% to 3% higher than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                    current ROI according to the PLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Flexi-Fixed :- The ROI will be fixed for a specific period of time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                    and then will change after intervals. Say for ex : Fixed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                    for 3 yrs and then again change according to the PLR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                    and fix for next 3yrs and so on..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                 $$ Floating/Flexible : The ROI will change according the PLR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# Documents normally required for a house loan :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                 $$ Last 3 months salary slips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Income Tax Form-16 for last 2/3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Last 6 months bank account statement (primarily the one with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                ur salary account)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ PAN No. (Permanent Account Number)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ Company Identification Number (In case of pvt sector companies)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ Appointment Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                          $$ Employment Certificate on your company letter head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ Residential Address Proof :- Electricity bill, telephone bill,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                bank pass book zerox, etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ if in case u stay in a rented house most of the banks provide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                an affidavit which you have to get stamped from any bank which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                provides franking facility and then get it notarized from any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                advocate.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; Related to property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Sale Agreement duly registered from Registrar Office.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                $$ If its a re-sale property, then prevailing agreements right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                from the builder to the current owner of the property.   (Chain Agreements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ If the society/apartment is registered then Society NOC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Tax -Receipts and Maintenance receipts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Property Card which can be occupied from the Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Occupancy certificate of the property, this can be occupied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                from the Society. Its the duty of the construction company to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                obtain the occupancy certificate from the Municipal office.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               $$ Share certificates (for all owners of that property till date.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Apart from this, there are few other documents which can prove your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trustworthiness and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eligibility to the bank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               $$ Qualification certificate : If you are post graduate or Ph.D. then you can even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bargain with the loan manager on the basis of your degree.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               $$ Tangible Assets like Gold, Vehicles, Real estate, etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               $$ Intangible Assets like Insurance policies, Mutual funds or any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                              other investments.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# Every bank charges processing fee for your loan application. It depends on slab. I mean for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          every 10lacs the processing fee vary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$$ Upto 10 lacs =&gt; Rs.5060/=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               $$ Upto 20 lacs =&gt; Rs.6742/= and so on..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# Advocates/Lawyers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &gt;&gt; Find a good lawyer who can complete all the registration related work for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Before buying any property you can even go to your lawyer and ask him to evaluate the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cost of the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# Some terms used about property &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&gt;&gt; Builtup Area :  Total area before the construction is done. It includes the total area which the flat has occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&gt;&gt; Super Builtup Area : Builtup Area + corridor and lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&gt;&gt; Carpet Area : Actual area available for use once the flat is ready for possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will keep on updating this post as and when things progresses... and as i find more information.. :) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-5256311467534791348?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/5256311467534791348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-estate-agents-loan-property.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/5256311467534791348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/5256311467534791348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-estate-agents-loan-property.html' title='Real Estate World'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4169500569590401008</id><published>2009-02-07T21:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:49:47.644+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpful people'/><title type='text'>A lost kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4169500569590401008?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4169500569590401008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-kid.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4169500569590401008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4169500569590401008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-kid.html' title='A lost kid...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-5829027546585464149</id><published>2008-12-10T21:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:30:39.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vengurla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sindhudurg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kankavli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghotage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kudal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kokan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devbag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarkarli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malwan'/><title type='text'>yeva kokan aploch asa.. (Season II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its not very often that u get a chance to spend time wd ur college frnz. And for all of us, these ver the memorable days in our life. It was Deek's wedding which created an opportunity for all of us MCA maniacs to visit Kokan, thanx to Deek for arranging it in Kokan. Kokan is one of the best places God has created on earth. The beautiful beaches, the ppl, the sea-food, the temples, the muddy village roads, the mountains and wild life and lastly the forts built in sea-water. Our preparations had started couple of months back when Deek announced about his wedding. To be on the safer side we had booked tickets in advance. The excitement was increasing with the month of decemeber approaching near. I would like to pen down all the happy, sad, adventurous and funfilled memories of our Kokan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 2030hrs : I was running towards the reservation chartlist @ platform no 5 of Dadar station. I found the chartboard and started looking for  my ticket number in the chart listed on the board. Suddenly i heard someone murmuring behind me. "Praful hai na, hamesha paisa paisa karte rehta hai. Us din mujhe call kiya aur puchne laga kab dega mera paise." I understood it must be Pashya and Rahul since they had called me @ 9pm that they have reached Thane and will catch  Kokan Kanya express from there itself. But i was bit surprised to see them @ Dadar. Immediately i turned behind and gave them a mixed look.. filled up  wd lil anger and smile on my face wd tweeny eyez. We all laughed then. Just when we were exchanging our smiles and handshakes a cute female walked and smiled with a big 32 toothy closeup smile. Yeah Sree spotted us and came near the chartboard along with Tillu and Mansi, whom i had never met before. She happily gave her affirmation to Sree when she heard about the Kokan trip. Whereas Tillu takla was a last minute replacement to Prafulla Naik who cudnt make it coz of some personal reasons. After exchanging smiles and friendly abuses we moved to our coach position. The Kokan Kanya express luckily was on time and entered the Dadar station @ exactly 2320hrs. Meanwhile Avi and Deepak were continuously eating up my cellphone battery by their not-so-meaningful but curiousity filled up calls. Even i was busy answering each of their call. We entered the S9 compartment with lotta excitement and immediately grabbed out respective seats. The compartment was immediately flooded wd WL passengers and made the sleeper coach compartment look like a normal general boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 2345hrs : The train touched the Thane platform. Avi, Gaurya and Onya alongwith Deepak's sister and brother in-law got into the door from other side of the compartment. Pashya and Rahul caught them in the middle before they cud reach us. We gave Deek's sis and brother-in-law two seats. I had already retired to the fact that v wud have to share berths, since 3 of our tickets were not confirmed. But it proved as a plus point since, as far as i remember, that night 15 of us travelled on ticket of 11 ppl. So it was very easy to tell the TTE that since our tickets dint confirm we have to share our berths. Apart from the seats in the S9 compartment there were 2 berths in s2 and 1 berth in s4 where Deepak sent his another sister along with his aunt and two more relatives. Deepak and Amtya got into the train  @ Panvel. I tried to keep the surprise about Deek joining us to Kokan till the last moment. Only Avi knew about this. When Gaurya and Onya saw Deek they were surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0030hrs : Gaurya/Amtya, Deek/Rahul, Onya/Pashya, Sree/Mansi, Deek's sis/niece, Tillu/Me and (Avi and our sacks). This was our sleeping position till next day morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0500hrs : Amit's eating habit has still not changed. I remember our Chinchwad days when we had spent two years together. He was feeling very hungry and waiting for any possible caterer from Indian railway. Gaurya and Amtya's personal discussion and social talks which included everything from global recession to Rakhi Sawant's short dresses @ 5 am in the morning had already brought almost every passenger from the surrounding berths out of their sleep. Deek's sis who was sleeping on the middle berth heard that Amit is feeling very hungry so removed a box from her bag which had chaklis inside it. Amit and Gaurya finished it wdin a fraction of minute. After a coffe break, even i joined their discussion. By this time, the fellow passengers had given up their hopes of we keeping quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0600hrs : Around 20-30ppl gathered near the gate. Station was Ratnagiri. The Waitlisters immedialtely occupied the seats to complete their pending sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I went towards Onya's berth to see if they have woke up or not. Yeah except Avi, every one was awake. Avi had promised that he will wake up @ 5am to visit the loo and take atleast half an hour to come out and leave his mark on the Kokan railway track (heheheh :D). I guess, its his favourite place. We pinched, patted, did as much we cud to wake up the kumbhakaran and finally he woke up. The cool breeze coming from the windows and doors made everyone to pull out their monkey caps and sweat shirts. We all ran towards the gate to enjoy the sunrise and the foggy climate. The photosession ceremony had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0730hrs : We had reached Vaibhavwadi station. Since kokan railway has only one track, most of the time passenger trains have to spend their time waiting at the railway station so the express trains may get the route clear. The train waited @ Vaibhavwadi for nearly 15 mins. From Vaibhavwadi, Kankavli was just 20 mins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0800 hrs : We reached our destination. Kankavli station it was. While throwing our luggage outside, one of us brought an extra bag&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SXlYdZ_Y1PI/AAAAAAAAAfY/drA89xi9CL4/s1600-h/100_3945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SXlYdZ_Y1PI/AAAAAAAAAfY/drA89xi9CL4/s320/100_3945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294360099166934258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside on the platform and a man cam out running near the door saying, "Mera bag vapaas kardo" That was really funny. Someone actually by mistake brought some body else's bag outa the train. Our SUMO was ready @ the station. I had already booked a SUMO and lodge in Kankavli in advance. Everyone was pretty satisfied and happy wd the arrangements i cud manage to do. Deek hired an omni from Kanakavli to his native which is 1 hour away. There were around 6-7 ppl along wd Deek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0830 hrs : Reached lodge. The arrangements were much much better than what v had expected for. Infact everyone was happy with the kind of arrangements. And they admitted it too, which made me happy. By 1030am everyone was ready; though there was an uneven girl to boy ratio, still the girls took more time to get ready than the guys. We were in total 8 boys and 2 girls. Now think on it. Initially we had planned to go to the Vijaydurg fort but our plan somehow changed @ the last  moment with the driver being already made his mind about taking us to various places. Still we had thought of visiting Vijaydurg fort on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1200 hrs : Kunkeshwar temple, one of the oldest temple in Kokan Area. It lies in the Devgad Taluka. The speciality of most of the temples in Kokan is that&lt;br /&gt;each of them have a sea @ its backyard. Same with Kukeshwar. The water @ Kunkeshwar beach was blue. L&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYQ3r0No73I/AAAAAAAAAf8/F10g0YpZHs0/s1600-h/100_3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYQ3r0No73I/AAAAAAAAAf8/F10g0YpZHs0/s320/100_3957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297420287584300914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ong coastline was clearly visible. The temple was recently renovated with white color carved ceiling and nice artistic marble and granite flooring. The deepsthambh right in front of the temple had its own story and witnesses the history of Kunkeshwar temple. The main entrance of Kunkeshwar temple is very very old. Infact i wud say, it must not have been touched time since its constructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1315 hrs : Returning to the SUMO, i read the expressions on the driver's face. By now, he had become aware, which type of customer we were. From there he tuk us to Malwan-Medhe, Ganpati Mandir. One of the famous tourist spot in Malwan. It is built by Kalniryanaywaale Salgaonkar. The yellow-white dual-colored temple looks gr8 from every angle. Exactly opposite to the temple is the house of Salgaonkar which is evenly painted. The temple has two Airawats(white-elepants) at the entrance and the dome has 8 different types of Ganesh idols and a jhumbar in the middle. The Ganesh idol is made up of gold it seems and is spread one where Ganesh is nicely relaxing with Riddhi - Siddhi sitting beside him. Its very peaceful in that temple and you dont feel like stepping out, but we had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1400hrs : Driver stopped the SUMO in some small lane in Malwan. And stepped out. He tuk us inside the compound of an old house, those typical houses which can be seen in any kokani village. We followed him admiring the simple yet beautiful house. Visiting kokan and not eating nonveg or specifically sea-food was like _______________________________(i dint find a matching Figure of speech for this place, pls suggest me one!). While in a non-veg restaurant, the person to be watched is Gaurya. Thou he is a pukka veggie @ home, drinking veg water in a non-veg rest is like a sin to him. He wont even sit next to Avadhut since Avdhut is a pukka  veggie. The food was simply gr8. Fried KingFish (Surmaiy), Pomfret(Paplet) were the special items. More than anything else, the fish was vei vei fresh. As if jus pulled out from the sea. We made a pretty fat bill, but less as compared to what we make @ Hotel Sindhudurg, Dadar when we meet in Mumbai. The best part which everyone likes about kokan food is the solkadi prepared from Kokam and nariyal which is served after the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1530hrs : Driver stopped the car near a beach. We cud see a fort on an island @ distance of around 1-1.5 nautical miles from the beach. Yes it was the Malwan fort. There was a walkthrough bridge which seemed to be newly constructed where there were many ppl waiting in a queue to get into the miniboats which take em to the fort. Except the 20 mins boat ride there is nothing amusing about the Malwan fort. There are half a dozen families which reside inside the fort and the only temple of Shivaji Maharaj in entire Maharashtra, which is poorly maintained by the tourism department. By the time our number came, a new boat came and stood in front of us but v were not allowed to sit inside coz by the local rule there shd be atleast 15 ppl. And we were 12 in total with a couple accompanied us. Our wait was continuously getting longer and longer so we decided to bear the ticket expense of the 3 ppl and shared it wd the couple. The couple seemed to be in a hurry. Those boatriders instructed us to return wdin an hour near the boat. The ride was very amusing especially when the waves hit the boat it slightly goes off balance leaving a fear&lt;br /&gt;in mind. There were Sea-gulls enjoying the evening sunbath on mini-islands next to the fort. A series of ships returning from far shore portraying a typical evening sunset painting scene. My digicam battery went off at the last moment otherwise i wud have captured it for u. After a quick photosession round on the broken pillars and huge rocky fence of the fort we returned back to out boat. Luckily the couple too returned on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1800hrs : We started moving towards Tarkarli beach. Thou the name resembles my surname, ironically i dunt have any roots in Tarkarli. I wish i had :(. The roads in Tarkarli infact all the outskirts of Malwan are covered wd sand. Not only this, the backdoor of 90% of the houses open into a sea, pretty much like the JW Mariots and Taj Land End's in Mumbai. Yeah, but its much pleasant in Tarkarli huts than in those costly Mumbai 5 stars. The way to Tarkarli beach is through the MTDC resorts. The MTDC resort are really cool wd tall trees which looks similar to coconut trees but not. Beside these small cottages, there were two huge special suits which looked like mini-ships made up of raw wood. From outside it seemed it had a bar in the ground floor and rooms wd balcony on the upper deck. We spent our time @ the sea. Few of us got drenched, few preferred to walk, whereas Sree, Tillu and me opted to play in the sand. The sand was very soft and it had tiny insects inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 1930hrs : Guys wanted to do shopping, our driver parked the SUMO in Malwan market. There is a famous store for cashewnuts and other kokan special items in Malwan. Onya, Gaurya and Pashya went to a medical shop to buy a special gift for Deek. Fun part was, the druggist was a female so they had to do lotta excercise to explain her what exactly they want. After half an hr or so, they returned back. A huge fat person with two kids and one lady came walking towards Onya and exchanged handshakes. We were all surprised to see this. Luckily Deek's gift was with Pashya otherwise Onya wud have been tossed  by that fat man there itself and v wud have enjoyed it.. :P hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 2000hrs : That fat man suggested put a worm into Onya's brain about Dolphins @ Tarkarli. All of us too ver really excited about it. It was Rs. 1000 for 6 ppl but somehow Onya's Uncles fixed up the deal for all 10 of us in the same amount. Thanx to him. We started back home from Malwan @ around 2030hrs. The driver was bit bugged up becoza our lazzzy-butt behaviour. @ the same time there was a small argument between me and these guys about the driver's daily wage, which i clarified the next day after speaking wd my cousin, who had actually fixed up the SUMO just on a single phone call. We ver heading towards Kankavli and everyone was so tired that no one bothered to take the notice of who was sitting next to whom. Avdhut and Pashya lied on the middle seat like dead bodies. Just a thought cropped up in my mind.. how difficult it must be for the drivers to drive during night, since all the passengers are sleeping and human body weight is slightly more than normal while sleeping. After 45 mins or so the driver slowed down the cab in front of a small restaurant and asked me whether we want to have our dinner in that hotel. Couple of them replied almost with closed eyes, "nopes take it to the lodge, we wanna sleep.." lazzy asso's! i muttered.. Actually i had some place in my stomach for the dinner but no one wud have agreed to join me, so i kept my mouth shut. Within next 5 mins, we were @ the lodge. Meanwhile Deepak had called me up and asked to bring special wedding garlands, a pheta and couple of other puja paath stuff from Kankavli market. Deepak's last minute requirements were bit difficult to accomplish but Amit, Tillu and I stepped outa the lodge to checkout if we can manage to get those garlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 2300hrs : We were walking on the Mumbai-Goa highway, NH-17 @ the last hour of night, expecting to see atleast one garland shop open near the Kankavli bazar peth (market). Luckily Amit found one. Actually there were many weddings on the next day, 7th december so he had to keep the shop open to complete the pending orders, thats what the owner told us. We gave him advance and told him to keep the haar's ready by 830am. Thanks that he dint had a pen and so cudnt make a receipt of it and take my contact number, u ll know the reason in a short while, y m saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 2330hrs : While our way to the market, Tillu saw one Chinese fast food corner with few late nyt customers open in one lane. I was already hungry as i said earlier. Amit and Tillu were too. By midnyt we returned back to the lodge. We went to bed ASAP. Next morning we had to go to Kudal, Ghotage, i.e. Deek's native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 0830hrs : Morning v got a call from Deek's father, that he has come for some wedding related shopping in Kankavli and can take us while going back to Ghotage. He was about to leave in few minutes, but all the Raja's and Yuvraaj's were yet to get ready, so we suggested him to go ahead. From Deek's father i came to know that he has already purchased garlands and those we had booked wud be a waste now. :D. After that we dint bother to go to that Garland shop (I call this as Typical SE behaviour..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 0930hrs : Sree and Amit knew my cousin and Sree especially wanted to meet her. Right behind my cousin's house is "Bhalchandra Math". It one of the famous temples in Kankavli. Any one who comes to Kankavli dont go back without taking the blessings from that temple. I suggested others to wait in the temple, till we come back from my cousin's house. We left from that place by 1000hrs. The driver had done his homework properly about the road to Ghotage. by 1115hrs, we were @ the base village. Deek's house was @ 15 mins walking distance from the place we parked the Sumo. Though the road was muddy many vehicles actually go till Deek's house. But our driver neva wanted to take the risk. We kept on walking in the direction of the loudspeaker. Deek's house is on a tiny hill. Right behind Ghotage village is a hilly range of Sahyadris and once u cross those mountains comes the Kolhapur district. Geography sounds interesting only after you have completed ur primary education, isnt it?? ;) There was a small water stream which had dried up and a metal bridge with cement logs on it which is the only source to cross the stream in rainy season. Deek's wedding ceremony had already started. People spotted our rally of 10 desi's walking from the rice fields towards Deek's house. Bihag stood on the entrance with his Camcorder and asking everyone to give their intro b4 entering deek's house. Bihag one of the most entertaining character of our colj and Deek's best friend ryt from  his grad days and a great person. He has an amazing sense of humour and will make u laugh with his funny gestures. Deepak and Shweta were looking gr8 in the traditional attire. Deek had warned me to not to forgot my Cam since there were no photographers available @ such a remote place. But there were atleast 5 guys who had their cams and recorders who ver busy clicking each and every special moment of Deek and Shwetas' life. The first time we met Shweta was @ Avadhut's house during Ganpati festival. The ease with which she mingled with us was really aprreaciable. May be Deek had already told her about each one of us in detail. Shweta and Deek make a gr8 pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 1100hrs : A wedding in a konkani village was a treat for all of us. Though i had been to one such wedding few years back in Sawantwadi, Deek's wedding was a bit different. The panditji was also dashing and he continuosly kept on mumbling mantra's along wd the few sarcasm filled phrases as the muhurat was coming closer. Each small ceremony in any wedding is gr8 to watch. Deek's weddin also had many of such special moments. And the best part was right from the ring exchange ceremony to saath phere, all was done on the same day. Before the haldi program, few of Deek's aunties and grannies gathered together and sang some traditional song and with a long wooden stick they crushed pieces of turmeric stones in a bucket. The song came after lot of requests from the pandit and other ppl. A very old lady with her tremoring voice initiated the song while rest of the ladies gave a chorus. After applying the turmeric face pack, Deek was looking like some stage actor of a Dashavtari(traditional folk play in kokan region) natak. After lil bit of masti @ the haldi ceremony, Bihag and Sammy's dad took over the drums and sticks and started playing it in a funny way. The hidden drummer from my inside gave me a call and i too joined them, whereas other started to move their legs on the not so rhythmic band. It was a funny sight for all the villagers. A series of other small ceremonies followed and then the bride and groom came out of the house with Deek dressed in Sherwani and Shweta in a fancy sari and a chunri over head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 1230hrs : They exchanged garlands @ the Vitthal mandir which is just next to Deek's house. All of us were very excited to see the opening knock of Deepak. He is the first from our MCA maniacs group to tie the knot. Gaurya and Amito were the most happiest since they are the next contenders :P. I heard Gaurav is already planning to go to Nagpur for some Kaande-Pohe program, All the best Gaurya.. Hope the girls select u... :D:D hope u got my joke... hehehe.. By 0130hrs, all of us just ran to have lunch since everyone was very hungry. The lunch was served on a plate made from dried tree leaves joined/merged(a word in IT terms :P) together with small toothpic like sticks. Its fun to eat on these plates especially when the dal drips out from the plate before u cud mix it wd the rice. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3 : 1430hrs : Deek and Shweta were still downstairs in the temple. When all the guests, relative were giving them blessings for their marriage life, we were looking for a chance to sneak in with our gift and the suprise elements we had brought wd us. One was the album and the second was the special gift which Onya and others purchased in the medical store in Malwan. After lil bit of photography we gave the album to Deek. We were pleased to see the joy on his face when he was turning the pages of the album and reminiscing about every photo in the album. I had read somwhere long back that gifting frnz wd their own photos on their bde's and specl occasion can be the most spcl gift to anyone. Deek's mother and sisters and even Shweta was very exicted to see the photo album. Till date Shweta might have only heard about Deek's past but today she was really very excited to watch it in the form of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3 - 1530hrs : Finally there was a small miravnuk wherein everyone danced including Deek's father. I cud see the joy on Deek's father's face. Everyone was surprised to see him dancing in his very own e-style. He was the most happiest man on the earth i wud say @ that moment. Even the bride and groom danced with us. Bihag's unique dance steps were special attraction for knee-height village kids. After they entered the house, Onya quietly went to Deek and made him aware about the special gift. :p We left from Ghotage @ 0400 hrs. After a wardrobe change @ a local village house, all of us were dressed in an attire to have fun on the Vengurla beach, except me :P.. Yeah i kno.. i m a borekut @times.. Our driver uncle knew all the shorcuts and he touched the vehicle @ Vengurla beach before sunset. The vengurla beach was a beauty . The sky was looking as if an artist has just finished the best painting of his lyf. With the sun's see-haw rays falling on the streched clouds, the clouds resemble gold plated cotton balls. Far-far away a small mountain stretched till the end&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCw43UK0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/xlpwgvdLtC4/s1600-h/100_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCw43UK0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/xlpwgvdLtC4/s320/100_4217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432469360094018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the beach had a light house @ its tip which had a red light revolving around and flashing @ regular intervals. The human objects playing @ the beach were looking like uni-colored black images since it was getting darker and the moon and the stars were sprinkling their beautiful twilight on the beach. Sree, Onya and Pashya were playing catch-me-if-u-can game with the waves whereas Amito was busy talking to Appu madam over phone, Mansi was in her lost world whereas others had gone for a long walk over the beach. Usually ppl forget everything when they reach @ such a beautiful place, so did these guys.. But in my case its different, i forget myself and start observing others and try to find out the hidden personality of people. I kno.. i talk crap and hypothetical @ times.. neways... chuck it.. The horizon had gone all pinky-violet shade which was continuously changing. The fishing boats which were returning after their daily fishing gave a rendition of a perfect sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 1900hrs : With a no-no mood to leave that place our feet dragged our body till the SUMO, since it was gettting darker and we had planned to visit the famous Vetoba temple @ Aravli which is 14kms away from Vengurla. One special thing about Vetoba is ppl give king-size Kolhapuri chappals to this god. And it is said that these chappals torn-out in few months as the Vetoba wear them and patrol the village and protect these villagers from evil. Surprising!! Different ppl, different beliefs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 2000hrs : To butter driver uncle for our next day early morning visit to Tarkarli, i sat next to him. We had planned to leave our lodge by 0600 hrs. Luckily he agreed after his taunt filled statement, "Tumhi tayar raha.. Amcha kaai naai.. Amhi yeto..." (You guys better be on time, i have no issues, i l be there @ 0545). Everyone of us was weally vei vei hungry and with non-veg dinner plans running everone's mind, we went to the same restaurant where the driver had taken us the previous nyt but these lazy bums had the last thought about dinner and were sitting in the sumo like dead bodies. These same dead bodies behaved like hungry cannibals when they saw the menu card and the delicious non-veg cuisine from that restaurant. It was pretty cold our there and the dinner table talks and nonveg jokes had crossed all limits so did our dinner bill. The most suffered/unlucky chaps ver Avi and Amtya. Both veggie. Its not that Kokan doesnt have veg delicacies but the places we had been ver all moreof non-veg rest's.. So Avi always had to suffer, whereas Amito used to consolate his stomach with the burji and omlets. The most hot-selling item amongst us was the sol-kadhi prepared from coconut juice and kokam juice and the most favourite drink of any kokan-lover. There were numerous repeats after every lunch or dinner for this drink. I remember, the last time we had been to Ganpatipule, one of the hotel owner refused to repeat sol-kadi even when he had it. we simply go mad laughing when we remember that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 2200hrs : We finished all 3 cakes which we had bought from Malwan the previous nyt. After the long chats and masti and accounts work Onya, Amito, Pashya and i went to the hotel reception to clear our bills. We went to bed early that nyt since the next morning was going to be a early one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 0530hrs : We were ready outside the lodge with our luggage waiting for the SUMO. None of us took bath. Sree and Mansi dint wanted to get drenched in water so they had come all prepared. We dumped our luggage &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCxDktE7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/FAg5xHH8bV4/s1600-h/100_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCxDktE7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/FAg5xHH8bV4/s320/100_4238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432472234824626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ my cousins place and started from Kankavli @ arnd 0600hrs. One gud thing about the driver  was, no matter how much we delayed he used to try to take us to the places within time. Parked the cab @ Mayekar's bunder @ sharp 0715hrs. Boats were ready to take us to the backwater ride. Everyone was excited. It was cold out there in the mid of the sea. Gud arrangements by Onya's uncle we must admit. The captain of the boat, a local fisherman, Kubal kaka who has no relation with Alka Kubal(the eldest debut actress in Marathi movies) explained us each and every part of Malwan and its outskirt. Malwan is one of the most beautiful places in KOkan but the beauty lies in the small villages attached to Malwan. Say Tarkarli, Bhogve, Devbaug. Fishing is the primary occupation of the people in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 0800hrs :  Just when we were moving towards the spot where Dolphins are usually seen, the driver of a speed boat coming from opposite direction signaled somthing to Kubal uncle. Kubal uncle noded and diverted the boat to the right. He gave strict instructions to all of us by saying, "Kuni bi ubhe naka rhau. Saglyanka disatale. Sagle eka bajus ilaat tar balance uthtalo ani boat kalandtali.." (Dont get excited when u see dolphin, the boat may get unbalanced.) First person to see some movement in water was Tillu. He spotted some black object moving above water, which immediately disappeared. Kubal uncle immediately shutdown the engine of the boat. (Gossh!! how usedto, u become to ur professional terms. I cud have used "switched off" instead of "shutdown" here.) Dolphins are afraid of engine noise. My expectations ver a bit high. I had thought that dolphins might come near our boat and we cud actually touch their head and the boat owners might give us some dolphin special food to feed the Dolphins. Expectation kills!! man!!!.. Neways, i cud hardly capture any still of the Dolphin. Though Tilak has captured a 5 min video of the dolphins, which is of 49 MB and not worth, because u cud hardly make out whether the moving object is a dolphin or a local fish found in city aquariums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 900hrs :  The Dolphins were moving away from us. There was no point following them, coz we had already crossed Devbag beach and K&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCxQtT01I/AAAAAAAAAgU/5ZTRNFgfaTw/s1600-h/100_4270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SYRCxQtT01I/AAAAAAAAAgU/5ZTRNFgfaTw/s320/100_4270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432475760579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ubal uncle was hesistant to take us more ahead. He then tuk a u-turn and parked the boat @ an island where there were many many many....... sea-gulls. Bad thing about we human beings is we dont hesistate to behave selfishly @times. Same thing happened over here. We kept on walkin in the direction of the sea gulls, jus to get a gud snap of them and they flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- 0930hrs : The water on Bhogave beach was very shallow. The mini island formed jus in front of Bhogve beach had very silky sand and shallow water where we did a lil bit of swimming. The fun we had on Ganpati pule beach in the month March has no replacement. Unlike Bhogve beach, Gpule beach is more violent i wud say.. Beaches in Kokan are very dangerous as the sand @ the shore is very slippery. After an hour of masti, Kubal uncle signaled us to move out. Next to Bhogve beach is one more island, where the famous Oscar nominated marathi movie 'Shwas' was shooted. The houses in these part of Kokan have a retro look but they have the charm of its own which can beat the bestestestest rowhouse in this world. The houses here have an open space which has a compound made from big red stones which are called as 'Chirey' mined out from ground. The workers are paid @ Rs.5/6 per stone to carve it in proper cubical shape. There are many houses which are more than 75 yrs old. During those days the houses used to be plastered using jaggery and limestone paste. The roofs of these houses are slanted. When u enter inside the main gate of the compound there will be a tulsi vrindavan right in the centre of the open space. There is a 'padvi' for each house. A padvi is a place before u enter the house and most of the house owners have a jhula tied in the padvi, wherein the members spend their time chit-chatting after their lunch or dinner. The inner structure and the  number of rooms inside differ from house to house but one common thing all of them have is there is no tile flooring infact the floor is made of gobar. One common thing found in each of the house is the backyard where normally cow's are kept and also a place where there will be a smal stove made from Chirey and on top of it will be a huge copper vessel which is used to boil water which is used for bathing and other purpose. This particular structure is called as 'chool'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - 1100hrs : The most important thing when we returned back to the bay was to take bath. Kubal uncle suggested us to go to Mayekar's house who owned the boat. @ Mayekar's house we got two bathrooms to wind up our morning activities. It took nearly an hour for eveyone to get ready. Mayekar aunty prepared garma-garam kanda poha and onion-pokoda along wd kokan special tea which had less milk in it. By the time we left that place it was 1200hrs. Mayekar uncle suggested us to visit Bhadrakali mandir built by famous marathi(kokani) tv personality Late. Mr. Machindra Kambli. But our driver refused since we had yet to do our lunch and catch 1615hrs janshatabdi express from Kankavli station. Reached Kankvli by 1300hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4 - 1330hrs : We finished our lunch and tuk the sumo to my cousin's place where we had kept our luggage in the morning. After exchanging Hi, hello wd my cousins' neighbours i returned back to the Bhalchandra maharaj math where i had made all these folks sit. We reached Kankavli station by 1600hrs. Train timing was 1620hrs and luckily it was on time. We all ver excited coz unlike onward journey this time all our seats where in one compartment rather in one row so it was going to be fun for us. We had two extra tickets which i cudnt cancel @ the last moment.. (Akela Praful kya kya karega kamino!!! :x). For the inital one hour we all were quite and in a sleepy mood. Some were reading news paper borrowed from fellow passengers whereas Onya, Pashya and Tillu were buzy reading stupid ladies magzine which Tilak had bought @ Dadar station the nyt we left from Mumbai. I was feeling so sleepy that i was literally dosing in the fast moving jan-shatabdi express and for one moment i almost droped on the lap of my fellow passenger aunty who dint mind much and laughed @ me when i suddenly woke up and looked at her wd apologized eyes. After Ratnagiri station all the seats were occupied. The continuous to and fro of the railway caterers was annoying. Finally someone squeaked in "Lets play dum-sharaz" sharak or sharat.. or whateva it is... The game begin and slowly slowly everyone started enjoying it.. By the time we reach Panvel all the passengers had also started guessing the answers. Sree was the one who gave most difficult movies, half of which were her own creation. Amito, Pashya and Rahul got down @ Panvel. Avi, Gaurya and Onya @ Thane. It was one of the best trips of my life since i enjoyed a lot lot lot in these four days... It was midnyt 12 o clk by the time we reached Malad. Sree and Mansi came along wd me to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deek's wedding is one of our special memory which we have shared. 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Last couple of months had been very adventurous and thrilling for me.. Reason is the frequency with which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have been going on treks. 5th trek in 6th week. This time it was the Bhandup group and not Urja. I came to kno about this group&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;coza Tillu, one of my gud frnd. This was my third trek wd them. Kulang, Kalwantin and now Kalsubai. One of the highest peak in Maharashtra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sahyardis, 5500 feet from sea level and 3500 from base village Bari. I was a bit nervous since my colleague Sarika had joined me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for this trek and she was a first timer. Still i tried my best to keep my nervousness aside till that moment.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        We decided to meet @ Dadar station @ 5.45 pm. I wud have luvd if Tillu had joined, but he had some other commitments, still he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;confirmed me that he will come to meet me @ Dadar station, coz he was anyways in Dadar area that evening. But his plan somehow tumbled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and he decided to join us at the last moment, His friend Satkar and Sachin also quite easily agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since he was running late by 10-15 mins we cud only be a spectator watching Panchavati express leaving Dadar platform 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and wait for the Vidarbha express which was scheduled @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;730pm @ Dadar. Meanwhile i also informed the Bhandup guys that there are 3 more ppl joining us. Bhandup guys had planned to catch the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from Kalyan station. There were around 10-12 guys waiting for us @ Kalyan. We had to get down @ Igatpuri which is approximately 120 kms from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mumbai and takes around 3 to 3 and 1/2 hrs by rail. The journey was something new for Tillu and Sarika. The general compartment was jam packed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ppl slept on the floor of the train. Few managed to set their bed under the seats, few in the corridor. Teenagers and desi dudes occupied the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gate. After a small fight we managed to get couple of seats on the upper deck. The general compartments in Indian Railways has its own rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you step on someone's hand or foot by mistake while passing thro' the corridor then u wl get a immediate reaction.. "Abey oye dikhta nahi kya tujhe??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and if u are standing @ some place and somehow trying to balance your weight in the fast moving express and accidently ur feet touches the head of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lady who is sleeping ryt next to u, you will get a gift on ur foot, .. yea a hit! not only this you will also get couple of complimentary local &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;badwords. "Aandhla aahes ka melya??" And all you can do is jus say sorry, coz its not their fault that they are sleeping in the corridor, but its ur fault &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that u can't adjust to the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        After an entertaining journey, we got down @ Igatpuri station @ 1030pm. It wasnt taht much cold as i had expected to be. The fun part was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satkar and Sachin were not able to find Bhandup guys(Rakesh and team) @ Kalyan station. So they got in to another compartment. Rakesh and team got into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some other compartment. So, we were split into three teams. Finally @ Igatpuri station we all were able to identify everyone's faces. Tillu and I exchanged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;handshakes with the guys whom we already knew and introductory smiles with the new faces, there were quite a few new faces. The group count was 18 now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After coming outa Igatpuri station we started moving towards Igatpur bus station. Rakesh and Suresh (Rakesh's colleague) went to arrange the dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had missed the last bus to Bari station so we were left with an option of spending our nyt @ Igatpuri bus depo. Meanwhile Sarika had become quite friendly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with Prajakta and my worry of, will she be able to adjust wd the ppl? had vanished. Soon after few minutes Rakesh and Suresh returned with our dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The dinner menu was mostly non-veg and all of them were non-veggie except Sarika. Luckily Rakesh had brought a veg item as well. After the bus-stand hosted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;special dinner, we moved out to take a night walk in the Igatpuri village whereas few of them opted to stay back @ the bus-depo and book their beds for the short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nap of 3hrs since we had planned to take the first bus to Pune which goes through Bari village scheduled @ 5 am. The sky was a treat to watch since there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no infiltration of light. I started giving gyan to Sarika whatever i knew about the stars and whatever i had heard from the sky-gazing programme which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;takes place @ Vangni village situtated in the outskirts of Kalyan. If tonite i wudnt have been @ Igatpuri for Kalsubai trek, i wud have been @ Vangni since there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was one similar sky-gazing programme organized by Nat-Geo Mumbai team. And few of our trek members had already registered for the same so they dint turn up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the trek. We kept on walking through the otherwise crowded market road till the street light stop guiding us. We were not feeling sleepy at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The two-three storied old houses on market raod had their own story. I felt as if those windows and balconies had been watching Igatpuri growing for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not less than 100 yrs. They witness the horn of railway engines which keep on moving in and out of the workshop near the Igatpuri station from years when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;entire Igatpuri sleeps. None of us slept that nyt. Two hours passed like twenty minutes. All set to go @ 5am. There were few villagers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who were going for their routine work. They were surprised when they heard that we spent our entire nyt @ the bus-station. But it was nuthing gr8 for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;since we normally spend our nyts either @ station or bus-depots when go for treks. We reached Bari village @ 630 am. The atmos was amazing and was slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cold out there. We tuk our mrng tea @ a small tapri and started uphill march @ 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Though Kalsubai is the highest peak in Sahyradris, half of your work is done by the transport system. The only distance which now remains is to climb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;through the tiny hills next to the bari village. We were told by the villagers to fill our water bottles since there was no water available @ top. Female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;villagers had come to fill up water with all possible sized vessels available @ their home. We wanted to clear as much height as we cud before the temperature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cud increase. After a climb of 10 mins or so, my nervousness creeped back into my mind when i saw Sarika counting her steps. I cud straight away see a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling of forfeit on her face, but i knew she is a strong girl, she wont give up so easily. Honestly speaking my worry wasnt Sarika not able to climb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;any more but i wud miss this trek, since if she decides to stay back in the village till others return from top i wud have had to wait with her. I dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feel ashamed being selfish and openly speaking this since i m passionate when it comes to trekking. I nervousness was increasing with Sarika's halts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Till that time, the rest of the group had reached @ a small shed or a refreshment place built by a villager. He offered nibbu-paani @ Rs5/ glass. All of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had one glass each. When we reached that place, everyone clapped for Sarika which was more intented towards pulling her leg. Sarika's problem was she dint had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;proper dinner the nyt before and all those things she was experiencing for the first time. The train journey, the sleepless night, the early mrng bus ride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and after all this climb the hill and that too for the first time. She was struck with acidity. She threw out everything from her stomach and felt relaxed after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that. By that time everyone was familiar with eachother and had started craking jokes on eachother. At that rest point, i told Tillu to stay wd me and told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarika to go ahead. I dint wanted to be with Sarika, since i knew she wud have given excuses if i wud have accompanied her. We left from that point after 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mins and i was surprised to see no one till lon long. I was expecting Sarika must have sat somewhere for her mini-break but i was wrong. She somehow was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling much much relaxed after the puke of hers. I was happy to not to see her sitting. But still a gr8 exprience for her. Though we were the last group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to reach the top we enjoyed every bit of it. Along with Sarika, Atish the fatso also takes many halts during all his treks. Our group of 18 got split into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;three mini groups with uneven headcounts. We were the tailenders and enjoyed the optimum. There were 5-6 metal ladders on the way to the temple. couple of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;were very long. The problem with the ladders was they were custom made for the rocky patchs. The legs of the ladder were rested on the rocks and if the weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the ladder increases then the ladder used to bend. That was actually risky. We reached top by 1130 am. My memories from Kulang trek became fresh as i cud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;clearly see the fort from the top. It was a gr8 experience to see Kulang from top of Kalsubai and especially when i had seen the later from top of the former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and had a wish, someday i l climb Kalsubai and watch Kulan from there. I had neva thought my wish wud come true so early. There was a temple of Kalsubai @ the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kiddo pujari told us the story of Kalsubai. There was a young female staying in the village Bari. Her father used to harrass her alot. She used to wash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;utensils and wash villagers clothes. She was pissed off of her daily routine and fathers harassment. One day she decided to go the the top of the hill and stay there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People saw her on the hill for few days and after a few days she vanished from there. No one saw her after that. Some people say she left the village, some say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she did a suicide. But Kalsubai is still an unsolved mystery for all of them and for us too. We did our brunch @ that place. Boiled egg is always a hot selling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;item on treks. We started out downhill march @ 1pm. Sarika was the first one to reach down along with Rakesh, Sachin and Prajakta. Her acidity was the main culprit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in her uphill march. Everyone reached @ the Bari bus stop by 2:45pm. Satkar and Sachin had to reach Mumbai b4 730pm since they wanted to attend a bachelor's party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All our struggle to come early so that we can reach home early was in vain since there were no Public Transport available and all the jeeps and sumo's were jam packed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satkar and Sachin managed to get place in a Mahindra pickup van which was ready to drop them till Ambewadi phata. The van was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vacant, the driver suggested us to join Satkar and Sachin, and he was ready to drop us till Ambewadi phata. Apart from marketing strategy, he was willing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to help us explained us that there are more options for us to reach Ghoti. So we joined them. In few minutes we reached Ambewadi phata. Ambewadi phata was the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;place from where we had gone to Kulang a month back. I was the most happiest person on the earth and very excited since i knew i had added one more major name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to my trek list. We waited for nearly 30 mins not even a single ST bus came which wud take us to Kasara, Igatpuri or even Ghoti. Satkar and Sachin managed to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a pickup van till Ghoti. I explained them the way from Ghoti to Kasara. There were two options open in front of us. One was anyhow reaching Ghoti and take a cab  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from Ghoti till Kasara which i had done last month and other option was reaching Igatpuri and catch any express/ mail towards Mumbai. Since everyone was tired the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first option was most loved. We decided  to go till Kasara anyhow and catch the 6.12 Kasara-CST local. Luckily we saw one Igatpuri bus coming from the zigzag Ambewadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ghat. Everyone got inside the bus ASAP. That journey of one hour was chucking crowded. Reached Ghoti @ 5.30pm. Now i was very sure that we gonna miss the 6.12pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kasara local. Thanks to the ST officials and the local villagers who called up @ Igatpuri station and told the depo manager to stop the 5.30 Ghoti-Kasara ST @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Igatpuri until we reach Igatpuri. That was surprising decision for us, coz most of the time we listen and watch from media about the mismanagement of PTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, there was a fight for a seat in that ST between me and a drunked person. He pushed me down from the seat. When Rakesh and Sarika saw this, everyone came running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to fight with that person. Sarika was watching all the drama when the oral battle was between me and the drunked. But when the man pushed me outa the seat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarika furiously controverted and almost ran over the person. His wife pulled him back and poked her pallu in her saree and showed her willingness to fight. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was bit afraid since by that time Suresh and Rakesh also had started arguing with that man. A lady sitting behind Sarika suggested me to keep quite as he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drunk, she was accompanying that drunked person's family. His daughter was continuously tugging his shirt and started crying. After a lotta hash out finally the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fight calmed down. By the time we reach Kasara it was 630pm. Rakesh and Suresh went to get some snacks whereas rest all of us ran to catch the train. We occupied two  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rows and the extreme end of a compartment. Satkar and Sachin missed the 6.12 local and joined us. There was ample time for the train to depart. 7.25pm train left from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kasara station. Enjoying the batawada and bhaji paav from a mini-hotel outside kasara station, we started out journey back home. What game would have been better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;than Antakshari. Usually i get pumped up towards the end of any trek. During the onward journey i was mostly quite. Enjoyed the antakshari to the optimum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It continued till Bhandup station until Rakesh and company got down @ Bhandup. A short lil girl Rupali(i actually thought she studies in some school and i did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ask Rakesh, in which std. is she studying, on which Rakesh laughed crazily) from Rakesh's office, Amey, Sarika and me got down @ Dadar. By 1130pm i think everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;reached home. Thanks to Sarika, that she dint give up in the beginning, as a result i cud complete my wish. Its always fun trekking with this Bhandup group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;         Though we missed David, the perfectionist who usually arrange trek for Bhandup group. This time cudnt join us but glad that he  transferred all his GYAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to Rakesh and we cud complete it in a proper way, rather an organized way. Besides him, thanks to Sachin and Satkar as well, only for them we started our march  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;downhill early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2644704077570462317?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2644704077570462317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/11/kalsubai-bhandardhara-trekking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2644704077570462317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2644704077570462317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/11/kalsubai-bhandardhara-trekking-in.html' title='K-series continues...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-6194011790694616676</id><published>2008-09-30T01:18:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:21:19.798+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maharashtra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trekking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghoti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kulang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambewadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahyadri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuranwadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igatpuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai trekkers'/><title type='text'>4500 feet experience!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4500 feet experience!&lt;/span&gt; One of the best treks so far. Kulang! Not many groups opt for this trek since its in a very remote area where PTS is not available very easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Fri-10:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We started @ around 1030 Friday nyt from Dadar station. It was my first trek wd Urja group, and that too coza Shantanu. Thanks Shantanu. But it was very unfortunate that u dint turn up. As a result all the faces ver new to me and vice versa. The plan was changed @ the last moment. Instead of Dadar-Amritsar express, Yatin (65 treks- the Lead)  surprised us by telling that weel be going to Ghoti(Igatpuri) by ST. We waited for bus @ Dadar TT for an hour but cudnt find a vacant bus. To travel standing was not an issue but we dint want to loose our enery ryt from the first hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat-1:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So we moved to Bombay Central ST depo and tuk a 1 o'clock ST to Nashik. By that time everyone had become familiar wd eachother and guys who already knew eachother were sharing their past experiences. We purposely opted the last seat, so by the time we reached half way mark over ass had got a very gud massage. Courtesy : National Highway's :P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sat-5.45 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Reached Ghoti. It was very dark and quite cold out there. Yatin knew all the shortcuts. We followed him till Ghoti bus depot. But unfortunately we were late by few minutes and we had missed our bus to Ambewadi which is the only bus early morning. A local chai-tapriwala told us that the next bus will be @ 8am. But everyone knew, if we wait for this bus it wud be pretty difficult for us to hike in the afternoon. Luckily Yatin managed to pataofy (convince) a goods carrier to drop us till Ambewadi. Thanks to him! He took us through the shortcuts and man! i tell u it was so foggy out there and these local drivers are gr8! They have amazing skills driving in such a climate. That Schumi dropped us as much close to Kulang fort as he cud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sat-9:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We then started marching to Kurangwadi through the tiny tops. We hired two local heroes (Kashinath whom we called Tere Naam for his Sallu ishtlye haircut and his brother from Kurangwadi) to guide us till the top. It was a very tempting  view from the bottom but a tough one too, i must say. We started following them. They were moving really very fast. There were couple of reasons for that. Firstly they were from the same village and quite often go to the same forest to get fuel. Secondly, they dint had heavy hump(sacks) on their back and these light-weighted kids had amazing stamina. I am sure they must have got pissed off coz of our regular haults and drink-breaks and must be laughing at us. Anyways, it was fun walking through the forest. After some time we unknowingly got split up into two groups the under 25 and over 25. thats wat we named our groups. :D :D Even after walking and climbing the small patches for about two hours the top was still @ the same height it felt like. Still a long way to go! baby!.. keep moving.. throat had dried up. Biscuits, glucose powder, apples. we tried to keep up the enery level high. After around three hours of marching, we cud see rocky steps and i sighed with relief that its closer now. Those 3 rocky patches gave us a lead of around 500 feet in few minutes. We cud see a gr8 view of Kurangwadi and Ambewadi from that point. Those patches were bit difficult since if one looses his balance @ that point he will straight away fall into the valley and even Tere Naam and his brother wont be able to find out the remains :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sat-1:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: It was 1.30pm we reached @ the top. Every fort in Maharashtra has a special Maha-Darwaza (Entry Gate). But this fort was missing the maha-darwaza. I think it must have broken down and someone might have removed it. We removed our tiffins and finished it ASAP like hungry dogs. Those kids who guided us till the top ate few chapatis and returned to their home. We promised them to pay their balance amount when they return the next morning to pick us up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sat-2:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : v finished our lunch. It was a pleasant atmosphere on top. And most of us opted to take a short nap. Few of us moved out to check out the scenes around the fort. Me too accompanied them along wd my cam hoping to capture few clicks for my photoblog. Yatin told us, this is the only fort in Sahyadris from which you will be able to spot out maximum forts in Sahyadris, yes offcourse on a clear day with clear atmosphere. You need to have a gud binocs wd you for that. Yatin did show us Ratangad,  Harishchandra gad, Kalsubai, Alang, Madan and Harihar. Actually Alang and Madan are right next to Kulang. There is a route to climb Alang but as per Yatin's information the only way to reach Madan's peak is using a rope way since the base of Madan was destroyed by Britishers and this is not only wd Madan but many other forts in Sahyadri region, since they were skeptical about the Maratha Empire might use these forts to attack Britishers and re-establish its dynasty. It was an amazing experience standing @ the top of tallest fort in the Sahyadris. After we finished exploring the fort and view of its neighbouring forts we started returning to our base camp. We had reached around a km away from our base camp. Our expectations of a sunset cudnt be fulfilled since the blackies had already gathered around the fort and were about to burst. yea.. the rain-clouds. The sun-rays were still piercing from these black snow-balls, portraid an amazing view in the sky. We ran to the cave as fast as we cud. But it neva rained. the clouds just passed away.. leaving back an orange-reddish shade at the horizon. Yatin and Prem started preparing the dinner whereas few of us started collecting fuel for our campfire. It was justa matter of few hours and the blue sky had turned into a dark with twinkling stars which looked a bit saddy saddy since their friend moon was on leave. yeah! it was a no-moon night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sat- 8:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : our dinner was ready. The main topic of camp-fire was non-veg jokes.. :P. I too attempted one. But no one laughed on it..  Succha big popat.. :(..  Everyone busy eating the common dish-dinner except Kiran who was trying hard to keep the fire alive. Thanx mate.. :P ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sat-10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : We decided to go to bed early. The weather becoming more and more cold as the night became younger... Even one slept lika dead body. I was second from the entrance of the cave so you can imagine my condition. Glad that Sharad was the first one. But i remember throughout the entire night Sharad was very uneasy. Continuosly changing his positions and trying to cover his body as much as he cud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sun-5:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Yatin's alarm started ringing. I covered my ears with my bag and again went back to sleep. Suddenly after few minutes i heard someone shouting "Guys come out, Its beautiful view outside." I thought i m dreaming but someone stepped on my hand and tahdaaakk!!! i woke up.. and saw everyone running outa the base camp with their digicams.. My nose had become an ice cream cone. I too ran wd my digicam. Clicked as many clicks as possible of the beautiful sunrise..  But the clouds which had gathered over the Ambewadi village for their morning meeting was a treat to watch. Simply fantabulous... Slowly slowly as the time passed the clouds disappeared.. We had our morning tea and hot Maggi breakfast and prepared our body for the day ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sun-10:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : Started down hill. The kids dint turn up. Now it was really risky since, now we cud actually see the valley whereas while climbing, the valley was behind us, so we neva noticed that @ what height we are from the base. After reaching the half way mark, we met those kids, they came to take us downhill.. These kids dropped us till the (so called) main road which connects Kurangwadi to Ambewadi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sun-2:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: After almost 3-4 kms of walk we reached Ambewadi. waiting for 3 o'clock bus @ the bus stand. Managed to get a glass full of tea from a local villagers house, which was very sweet. But reminded me of tea made in houses in konkan region. As soon as the bus reached the stop we ran towards the bus, which was unnecessary actually coz that was the starting point of the bus so no one was gonna get into the bus apart from us.. :D .. Lil bita of photo session and keeping intact the memories of Kulang in our mind we left Ambewadi and reached Ghoti depo @ around 5 pm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sun 5:10PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Ankush and Yatin managed to arrange a jeep till Kasara. Man!! these guys had amazing bargaining skills.. ;)... that jeep had a broken back door which opened with remote control i guess or with a swipe card as Sid said. :D The handle was missing.. The driver opened the door for us. He touched the jeep @ kasara station @ 5.45pm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sun-6:12PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : Kasara local.. By the time Yatin brought vadapaav and bhaji paav as snacks. since we were feeling very very hungry.. Every one got down @ their respective stations starting wd Yatin @ Kalyan, few @ vikhroli, vidyavihar and Ghatkopar, Rohit and i got down @ Dadar. Kishore and Sharad were going till Byculla and Curry road. Reached home @ 10pm. This was one of the best treks in all of my trek's till date. Thankyou all and special thanx to Shantanu. But missed u a lot dude...!!! Waiting for Kulwantini.. somewhere in October.. Rock On!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-6194011790694616676?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/6194011790694616676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/kulang-fort.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6194011790694616676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6194011790694616676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/kulang-fort.html' title='4500 feet experience!!!'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-6740991120607584041</id><published>2008-09-24T11:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:01:48.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Different ppl, Different thinking: Humanity @ its best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since i have started working, travelling wd the mumbai BEST has become a necessity for me. Paps of yestrde who used to hate travelling by bus has left wd no option now. But travelling was always my hobby and the best thing i luv about travelling by public transport system (PTS) is you get to meet new ppl and discover their varied behaviour. One such experience i had on last friday when i was returning from office. It was 11pm i tuk 460 bus from Aarey market stop. At this hour of night, the buses are usually vacant with only handful of passengers and empty roads, as a result the drivers also feel as if they are Michael Schumacher and Jenson Button of F1. Even this bus driver was inspired by Narain Karthikeyan i guess. He was very aggressive. I love to watch BEST drivers driving furiously, so mosta da time i opt the seat very next to the driver (the single seat). The bus had just came outa da Dindoshi depot and the driver who was thinking that he is a pilot few minutes back was now transformed into a villager who is riding a bullock cart, yea the bus speed was cut off short. Reason, there was an insane walking right in front of the bus, the driver honked his typical BEST bus horn(pom pomm!) just couple of times and then kept driving the bus slowly and dint utter a single word. Ppl in the bus used their mumbaiyya slang language to remove their frustration on him. The driver was still quite. Atlast the man turned back and saw that he is walking right in front of the bus and slowly moved aside. He wasnt aware of what the passengers are talking about him. with his head down and an umbrella in his hand kept on walking.. Soon he moved outa the way the bullock cart driver transformed back into Schumacher. I laughed and said the driver, "Kai mansa astat na... Aikaila yet nahi kai tyala?? Tumhala raag yet asel na?? aslya lokancha??" (How foolish that man was! cudnt he hear the horn?? You guys must be getting pissed off coza such ppl ryt??).. Making sure that the speed has settled down to acceptable limit and no one on the road ahead the driver turned to me and replied, "Nahi bala, toh bicchara aaplya tension madhe asawa, Tyacha laksha nasnaar.." (No dear, that guy was tensed so he dint even notice the bus!) I was stunned by that reply, the Vin Diesel of TFTF had turned into a person who had so much understanding about ppl and their mindset!! He was simply gr8! If everyone of us start thinking like the bus driver then wont there be a happy world for us to live ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-6740991120607584041?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/6740991120607584041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-ppl-different-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6740991120607584041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/6740991120607584041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-ppl-different-thinking.html' title='Different ppl, Different thinking: Humanity @ its best!'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-949444943529089724</id><published>2008-09-09T00:59:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:15:21.517+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maharashtra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trekking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild life photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle lore'/><title type='text'>Photographic day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SMWKgnA801I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ylDYQ5G7sFg/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SMWKgnA801I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ylDYQ5G7sFg/s320/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243749633976226642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We tend to overlook things which are closer to us. Thats what i realized when i saw SagarUpvan @ churchgate. This place is a storehouse for photographers, nature lovers; ppl who need peace; love to spent time @ sea shore, who love silence, etc,etc... Friday we planned to visit this place about which we had heard lotta things and experienced it when we actually spent nearly 3-4 hours there. It is located just opposite to colaba bus stop behind BPT dockyard, Colaba. I was lil bit reluctant to go there since i dint had my cam wd me but thanx to m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;egz that she had brought her canon along  wd her and i could try my hand @ it. Though i love photography but i m more of a galli ka photographer who dont bother much about the focusing, the aperture and composition :O and blah blah blah. Well meguzu taught me lotta things this sunde and now i can spell these words more confidently :P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were many small insects, different species of two medium sized hens which quack like a duck but are not. They keep on roaming around the garden with their quack quack sound. U wud feel that they might bite u but they wont. There were tiny g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SMWLZ2IxjLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TzxiNt_lnTw/s1600-h/IMG_2450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SMWLZ2IxjLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TzxiNt_lnTw/s320/IMG_2450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243750617288117426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rasshoppers who gave us quite gr8 poses so that we can capture those. There ver quiverring butterflies which dint even g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ive us a single chance to capture their beautiful n delicate wings. There ver fluoroscent colored mosquitoes and bees, there ver snails which had a rounded shell on top of their plasmatic body. There were flars which u wud have neva seen and each of them had a placards next to it which displayed its name which was so difficult to pronounce that we might lock our tounge between our teeth :P. The best experience for me was that i learnt lotta thing and look @ any object closely meaning, have u eva seen tissues on a snail's body? have u eva seen how does a spider actually weaves it web?? Yeah, we saw these things over there. A must must visit place, especially if u bugged up wd ur busy schedule and boring office work, this is a gr8 place to experience the silence of nature. We left from there @ arnd 11 and went to a wild photography exhibition @ ravindra Natya Mandir. Wow! it was! This was the first time i have been to some photography exhibition. Since m a newbie, all those stills captured by Vilas, Kaustubh, Gaurav were very encouraging for me and making my interest in photography a more rigid one. Megz keeps on giving me pointers offline a-w-a online and i keep on trying implementing em. All this diggaj photographer mandali are doing a gr8 job since they do it not only in their personal interest but they have a noble cause behind it. They run an organization names "&lt;a href="http://www.junglelore.com/"&gt;Jungle lore&lt;/a&gt;" which conducts trekking camps, weekend hiking, fort cleaning activities, etc. The fund that is raised from these activities is used for fort maintenance. I dont know exactly what they mean by fort maintenance, but i m really interested to know more about it. The exhibition mainly displayed their best captures from wild life of Ranathambore forest. Deers, Langurs, Tigers, various birds which i dint even knew exists! Butterflies were wow! This exhibition is open to everyone till 13th of september from 11am to 8pm. Moreover, if you wish to register yourself and stay updated with the activities of Jungle lore group, simply fill up a membership form and they will mail u, or give u a call wheneva the next activity is planned. I was curious to talk to one of the photographers. And thanks to Gaurav that he shared with me all this info when i told him, i wud love to write about this exhibition. I m pretty excited about the events these guys organize and appreciate their love towards the nature and our historical monuments. Whenever we go for a trek we crib about the government not doing anything for the renovating the old forts. At the max what we do is we dont loiter place and tell others not to do so. But hats off to Jungle lore team that they have gone one step ahead and showed that, if we wish to do something then we can do it; dont need to wait for others. Gud work guys keep it up. Moreover, when i asked him abt any training for photography, he replied "No formal classes as such, but informally we keep on giving pointers and suggestions". Well it was a gr8 experience overall. Please do visit this exhibition if u are a nature savvy or even if u r nt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-949444943529089724?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/949444943529089724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/jungle-lore-wild-photography-exhibition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/949444943529089724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/949444943529089724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/09/jungle-lore-wild-photography-exhibition.html' title='Photographic day'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SMWKgnA801I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ylDYQ5G7sFg/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-8741947909434331173</id><published>2008-08-31T17:25:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:01:14.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganesh Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganpati Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganeshotsav'/><title type='text'>Ale re Ale... Ganpati allee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SLrJMTm3-HI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7M4jAXL3dd4/s1600-h/ganapati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SLrJMTm3-HI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7M4jAXL3dd4/s200/ganapati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722329657931890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With only two days left for Ganpati festival to begin, all the Ganesh idol artists are busy giving their final touch in their art-workshop. Last friday i went to one of such workshop near my colony. Since last one week i was very curious to go there and check out the kinda work they are involved in. There were hundreds of idols ready to take home and ganesh pandaals.. Few of them posted &lt;a href="http://clickgoesthesound.blogspot.com/2008/08/ganpati-festival-mumbai-ganeshotsav.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. I spent a few mins talking to them about their work. These artists start their work 3 months before Ganesh festival. The person whom i met is Mr. Vishnu Mestry who has been conducting this Ganesh idol-workshop since 15 years. He was very happy to tell me all the info i needed and showed me few of his master pieces. There was one &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SLqpCl-EQ9I/AAAAAAAAASI/3uKLAs3jX1E/s1600-h/100_2568.JPG"&gt;Ganesh-idol &lt;/a&gt;colored totally in dark orange color and he asked me to take a snap of this. I refuse since its eyes were yet to be painted.. But he said, "its my master piece, i will paint them after i finish my sundry work. This particular idol is very dear to me. So i wanna do it in my idle time, Fursat se!" and he winked. I could see his dedication towards the work and attachment he had with each of his babies... (idols).. Explaining a few idols he said, "One always have to be in the best of his mood, since our mood has a gr8 impact on the things we do and the way we do it. A small mistake in the color combination and shading off the idols may entirely change the look of the idol." He then got &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SLqagagV4TI/AAAAAAAAARo/F-bYMr5pUjs/s1600-h/100_2566.JPG"&gt;busy wd something&lt;/a&gt;, so i went to another &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SLqahk5ribI/AAAAAAAAASA/NtM5fn3qVTI/s1600-h/100_2571.JPG"&gt;co-worker&lt;/a&gt; who was so excited to give a pose along wd the ganesh idol he was giving finishing touch. "What kinda colors do u use to paint them?" Trying to help him out i added "meaning.. plastic distemper, oil paint??" He laughed aloud and said, "NAhi mitra, dye che colors waparto amhi!" (No friend! We use Dye colors). All those idols were made from plaster of paris(POP), which actually is not environment friendly. On asking about this he said, "Now-a-days, people choose POP idols over traditional idol made from mud since POP are lighter and even we have to do less efforts. Even if we make mud-idols, ppl ask them @ the cost of POP. POP idols are much cheaper!" I m posting few stils on my &lt;a href="http://clickgoesthesound.blogspot.com/2008/08/ganpati-festival-mumbai-ganeshotsav.html"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt;. please feel free to chk em out. The "atmo" is all set for this bigggieeeee event in Maharashtra. Thanks to our gr8 gr8 freedom fighter "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baal Gangadhar Tilak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" he started this event to bring all the Indians together. As an addon this year is very special since Monday onwards our Muslim brothers are celebrating Ramzan! So its gonna be double fun. I wish all Muslim frnz "Happy Ramzan" and "Ganpati bappa Morya!" or say "Kaaybalbati molya" in dhruv's language. Well, Dhruv is kiddo of Raut kaka from Chinchwad where i used to go for my dinner when i was studying in  Pune. Dhruv  unable to pronounce Ganpati bappa morya used to say "Kaybalbatti molya" hehehe..   But his excitement while saying those words was double then ours. He is choo cute.. miss u Dhruva..   With all the excitement ready to come our way in just a period of 2 days, m very happy and ready to see my fav god come home soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ganpati Bappa Morya!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or in Dhruva's language.. 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style="font-family: verdana;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;but m feeling like cry.&lt;br /&gt;U stole my days,&lt;br /&gt;but i neva complained.&lt;br /&gt;u fought wd me&lt;br /&gt;but i neva uttered a word.&lt;br /&gt;i miss u alot,&lt;br /&gt;but i think thats ur last thought&lt;br /&gt;please call back..&lt;br /&gt;m waiting for ur call...&lt;br /&gt;please call back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urs loving,&lt;br /&gt;fool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2723449193461755266?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2723449193461755266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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this song many times.. but today was... dunno some special day..  i heard this song on a fellow passenger's cellphone in a BEST bus while going to office.. Unfortunately cudnt listen the entire song... since I got down from the bus @ my stop. I ran towards my office cab which was waiting near RP gate. As i was moving near to the cab i was still able to hear the same song.. and the sound was getting clearer and clearer.. I found that our office cab driver was listening to the same song.. Reached ofis. entire day i was singing tune of this song.... During the eveng coffe break i called up one of my friend and his hello tune was this song.. OMG!!!!wats happening... Day ended while returning home i again heard this song couple of times.. i know u wont believe this.. but its true.... otherwise i wudnt have wrote this post.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pehli Nazar Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaise Jaado Kar Diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tera Ban Baita Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mera Jiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaane Kya Hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kya Hoga Kya Pata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Is Pal Ko Milke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aa Jee Le Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mein Hoon Yahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu Hai Yahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meri Bahon Mein Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aa Bhi Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;O Jaan-E-Jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dono Jahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meri Bahon Mein Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhool Ja Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;O Jaan-E-Jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dono Jahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meri Bahon Mein Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhool Ja Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U, Baby I Love You, Baby I Love You, Baby I Love You … So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love U So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Har Dua Mein Shamil Tera Pyaar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bin Tere Lamha Bhi Dushwar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dhadhkon Ko Tujhe Se Hi Darkar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tujhse Hai Rahtein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tujhse Hai Chahtein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Har Dua Mein Shamil Tera Pyaar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bin Tere Lamha Bhi Dushwar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dhadhkon Ko Tujhe Se Hi Darkar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tujhse Hai Rahtein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tujhse Hai Chahtein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu Jo Mili Ek Din Mujhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mein Kahin Ho Gaya Lapata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(O Jaan-E-Jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dono Jahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meri Bahon Mein Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhool Ja Aa ) ….. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kar Diya Deewana Dard-E-Kash Ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chain Cheena Isqh Ke Ehsaas Ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bekhayali Di Hai Tere Pyaas Ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chaya Suroor Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuch To Zaroor Hai) ….. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh Dooriyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeene Na De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hal Mera Tujhe Na Pata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(O Jaan-E-Jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dono Jahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meri Bahon Mein Aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhool Ja Aa) ….. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U, Baby I Love You, Baby I Love You, Baby I Love You … So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love U… ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-8574047083440804602?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/8574047083440804602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8574047083440804602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8574047083440804602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-this-song.html' title='love this song...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-2761430693464004497</id><published>2008-08-03T01:22:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:28:01.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadar station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathi movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madhura velankar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye candies'/><title type='text'>...and i saw her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like every saturday, even on this saturday i went to Pune to freak out wid my frnz. And today was a special day since it was Sonal's bde and i was abt to give her a suprise by wishing her personally ;) so i was excited abt that. Since morning i was very happy coz i saw around 50 eye candies throughout the day with a best one early morning outside dadar station. I was about to fell down with the stunning beauty of that female ;).. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uffff.. kaaljat ghusli kataar..&lt;/span&gt; I fell in love wd her @ that very moment. Well i will cut this off  here because i dont want to discuss those eye candies over here but there is something else which i saw @ the end of the day. Actually my plan was to stay back in Pune on saturday since there was a trek scheduled on the next day that is 3rd august @ Lohgad, Malawli. But fortunately/unfortunately that trek got cancelled and i started my journey back home from Pune @ around 730pm. I reached Dadar at 11:15 i guess. Just playing wd my naughty thoughts i bet my mind that, "lets see whether i see the same stunning beauty @ that place again." So stupid i am or say over-ambitious ;). But AISA HI HOON MAIN :P.. But i cudnt see that female, it was quite obvious, what do u expect, that girl wud be waiting for me @ the 23rd hr of the day? :D :D :D. Just to give her pretty smile for me :p lolz....[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read attentively from here on&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ran to the ticket window since it was vacant. But guess what i saw a cute female in black t-shirt and red-chicken material patiala typo paijama dragging her red bag and rushing from one window to another along with another pretty old age woman (i thought she might be her mother). I was waiting @ the ticket counter admiring the beauty of that female. At one moment i thought i have seen this cutiepie somewhere but i suppressed that thought immediately coz every time i see a cute female i feel the same :D :D :D... But i was wrong this time, that female slowly came on the same ticket window on which i was standing, a name came into my mind and looking at her i went close to her searching ome book in my clumsy lil lappy bag i snatched out my autograph book and a pen and just looked @ her and asked softly, "Madhura Velankar?". Oh! god, she smiled and nodded her head affirmatively &lt;/span&gt;the "kataar" which had gone into my heart in the morning had now came out from the other side and was dead/stunned @ her beauty. She is ssooooooooooooo beautiful........ ufffff.. i cant describe it.. She smiled and gave her autograph on my lil autograph book. People started rushed into her to get her autograph. A lady offered her hand, and she nodded her head and said "Nahi Nahi.. Hatawar nahi.. Ajibaat naahi.." haai mai marjava.. kiti god toh awaaz.. burrrrrrrpppp!!!!!!.. i fel in love with her @ tht very moment.. Dun worry, i fall in love wd every new female which i find pretty :P... I followed her and she went to the platform number seven central railway dadar to catch her express train. I think she was going to Kolhapur for some shoot. dunno i just think so.. But u wont believe i am an asshole and the most idiot person on this land. Reason?? i had a digicam along wd me but i dint click her snap. how stupid isnt it?? totally insane..  But i kept admiring her beauty and i was lost.. i bought my ticket to Malad and took a borivali local and luckily got a window seat and you know wat?? for the entire 50 mins journey i was lost.. laughing smiling admiring and just reminiscing.. reminiscing.. reminiscing.. Muaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!! And finally i saw her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2761430693464004497?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2761430693464004497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-saw-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2761430693464004497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2761430693464004497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-saw-her.html' title='...and i saw her'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-1649591986543448414</id><published>2008-07-31T10:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:24:35.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Microsoft Live Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2719162446_ae0081a647.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2719162446_ae0081a647.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Microsoft Live Search advertisement on a bus stand near Dindoshi bus depot (Mumbai). If you observe properly the flex hoarding is put up in a wrong way. I tell u, these placeholders are charged @ a very high rate on a per day basis. Hope Bill Gates see this. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-1649591986543448414?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/1649591986543448414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/microsoft-live-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/1649591986543448414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/1649591986543448414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/microsoft-live-search.html' title='Microsoft Live Search'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-8492696762877389132</id><published>2008-07-27T20:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:27:05.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou.. Aai ani Pappa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have been writing about my life.. my experiences till date and my views.. Today i felt like writing about someone other than me.. and that someone else is not actually "someone else".. They are my parents.. w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SIyJeMEmZrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FYzxgPlGVec/s1600-h/paps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SIyJeMEmZrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FYzxgPlGVec/s200/paps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227704419199903410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ell, i cant express my present state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; of mind.. My Master's results are out.. and i have scored first class in it. Although its not a gr8 thing for me since today every Chunnu munnu has a masters degree. But when i told my parents about this they were so excited and when i saw the happiness on their face, i was surprised. coz even if this degree does not mean that much to me, but it means a lot to them.. When i asked my mom about their over-excitement she replied "dear, you are the first person in our entire family to achieve this  degree.. Apart from this, you dont know the pain which we have gone thr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ough when you were away from home for those 3 years. You used to come home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;festivals and vacations but do you want me to remind my tears when you used to go back after evey vacation? These are just a few things, but there are many other things as well.." After hearing this emotional words of my mom, i broke into tears.. I just want to say "Thankyou Aai ani pappa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-8492696762877389132?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/8492696762877389132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/thankyou-aai-ani-pappa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8492696762877389132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8492696762877389132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/thankyou-aai-ani-pappa.html' title='Thankyou.. Aai ani Pappa...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SIyJeMEmZrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FYzxgPlGVec/s72-c/paps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-2839984371750458959</id><published>2008-07-19T00:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:22:46.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maharashtra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sagargad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trekking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alibaug'/><title type='text'>SagarGad : 13-07-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hands and legs are aching. I am literally dosing. But dont have any other option to stay awake than writing this post about my yesterdays' trek. Right on the first day of my new job i m sitting idle on my desk with no work since my TL is onleave today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a long break of 7 months, we managed to go on a trek. The monsoon drops have already hit the floor last month and have gone for a vacation now. Even though the Mr. Bright was pouring heat and rays over the entire week we were hoping for heavy rains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;atleast on this Sunday. Unfortunately, it dint turn up. Started early morning 630 am we gathered with old memories of last Harishchandra gad trek but as fresh as a rose. Every one was excited to meet eachother and more than that about the trek. Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one turned up on time. We took a Dadar- Panvel ST from Dadar. Few of them were first-timers out of the total bunch of 13 with only 2 girls :((... Neways, neva mind.. We got down @ Panvel stand @ around 8 am. Just to fuel up the engine we did lil bita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nashta-pashta @ the Visawa hotel opp. Panvel ST stand. The best item was KANDE-POHE. it was too good. But i cud jus eat couple of spoons from my frnz plate since i dint want ti have the weekly sunde special breakfast on this trekky sunde. But i regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after i tasted it. The canteen guys took out as much info from us as he can about where we are going and when weel be returning back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so that he can have a pretty handsome bill in the e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vening as well but unfortunately  it dint happen for him, u l come to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;know the reason later. From there we took a local Panvel-Alibaug bus to continue our journey After loads of maara-mari and smartness of reserving our seats by pusing our bags inside from the bus windows we managed to reserve around 10 seats. BTW, this style of reservation is call as Desi booking that too on current ticket. lolz... You just kwwp any of your belongings on the bus seat thro the window and that seat is wours before you get into the bus. THere is another way as well, u can also get into the bus using the emergency backdoor. Cool isnt it?? One of our teammate who was the last person to get into the bus told everyone that "Khandale" our destination is just 20 mins far. So few of our smarties gave their seats to other ppl who were standing.. But that was a sheer misunderstanding since he mispelled "Khandale" as "Karnale". "Khandale" is 2 hrs from Panvel. So all those sma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rties had to travel standing. At around 1030 we reached "Khandale". The road from "Khandale" to base point of Sagargad was a typical village road w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hich is half concrete and half mud. You notice this when start heading deeper into the village. With my Sabbon ki tikiya (digicam) in my hand and along wd two photographer frnz of mine we started clicking snaps of the local kids, the farmers in the field along wd Sarja-Raja (Cow-pair) and their wife assisting th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2679863773_6690c72f70.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2679863773_6690c72f70.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;em. It is a delight to see this view. Apart from this, there was a lot in that village to click... beautiful butterfli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;es h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oping around from one flar to another collecting ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ctar. Some of them were ready to pose for the photo shoot, some shy and some of them very proud of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eir beauty who made us run behind the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;et thir best pose. There were crabs (tiny one) trying to get outa the mud. All we were hoping see a big one so that we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have a big round of photo shoot over him and luckily Atish found one big yellow crab. All of three of us (so called pohtographers) clicked as many stils of that crab as we can and his killer looks were cursing us as if why the hell did u catch me and how dare u to do that?? Enjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ying the nature and trying to percolate it i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n our eyes we kept on moving. After walking almost 5kms we reached at the base point of Sagargad, where the steps start. This point actually is the base of Siddeshwar temple which is around 1000feet high from sea-level and there is a big waterfall @ a height of around 700 feet from sea-level. We started marching but Sun was shining so bright that he had decided to pull out as much glucose as he can from us with the support of these monsoon clouds who have taken bribe from Sun and have gone f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or a vacation. Since it was almost 7 months back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2680694834_3109559007.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2680694834_3109559007.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we had went for a trek all out stamina had gone for a toss! Initially i thought its happening only wd me. But everyone started feeling it slowly. Somehow taking small halts we reached Siddeshwar temple. That temple was looking like a dharmashala or a pre-primary school of secondary students. Yep around 100 ppl of all age groups had made it as their base-camp. They had come for a picnic . We did a lil bita photosession even over there of the almighty God who was quitely sitting inside his cabin with no electricity. Load Shedding had affected God as well.. Huh!! I didnt know this.. ;) Shekhar took three bananas from there and came out. He said its "Prasad", but guess what our ancestors (monkey family) saw this and snatched those bananas from his hand immediately and started teasing him. That moment was hillarious. After a small break, we started our rest of the journey. Marching through the tiny tops and small(Adivasi) villages we started getting closer to our destination. In those villages, we saw a different life. Those kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2679885507_0b516eb5fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2679885507_0b516eb5fe.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did not have teddies, remote control toys to play wd but still there was 100 times moew happiness and contentment on their face. Their toys are grass, trees, goats, dogs, hens. I ma sure these kids must not be knowing there is a world outside their village. Their faces had a charm which we cant have even after applying the costliest of the cosmetics or having everyday the best of the tonics. These people dont need anything they are happy with what God has given them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Finally we managed to reach at the topmost position of Sagargad we did our lunch over there. By that time it was 3.30pm. We were already late by an hour and half. At Sagargad, there is a point from where you can stand at the tip of the mountain and you can see another spike which is actually part of the same hill but its slightly isolated. Its a delight to see that spot. We did lotta photography at that point. No one of us was willing to leave that spot. But there were ppl waiting for us @ our home and more importantly our boss in office after the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          While returning, right from that point we got split into two groups unfortunately. I was in the first one. Singing along, pulling eachother legs we reached at a point where we noticed that we are moving in a wrong way. Just to get everyone together we called the other group. Yhanks to the mobile networks. The groups told us that they are near Siddheshwar temple and will wait for us. We didnt wanted to inform them that we have lost our way since they ight go in a panic mode. With the help of village people, we somehow came back on track. Everyone met @ Siddeshwar temple. After a halt of 20 mins we started marching towards the waterfall. Few of us also tuk a bath under it. We were late by 2 hours by then. It was already night time. Sun onccle had signed off for the day. Thanks to moon uncle who was showering his limelight over us and guiding us. At 2020hrs we reached at the Panvel- Alibaug road. Everyone was worried since none of the vehicles were ready to drop us @ Panvel. ST buses were crowded and none of them stopped. We went to Alibaug so that we can catch the bus from starting point itself. Few of them decided to stay back at Panvel at their relatives place. Some went through other buses. I took a Bombay Asiad bus. Lucky enuf to get a seat in the crowded bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Reached home safely @ 01:15hrs. Ouch! my legs are aching like hell. But now finallly i have got some work to do right from fresh installation of XP. Guys wish me luck on this first day of new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2839984371750458959?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2839984371750458959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/sagargad-13-07-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2839984371750458959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2839984371750458959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/07/sagargad-13-07-2008.html' title='SagarGad : 13-07-2008'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-497609591220358884</id><published>2008-06-17T01:04:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:25:45.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mukta arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maherchi saadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathi movies revoltion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saade maade teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shipa tulaskar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sai tamhankar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shreyas talpade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanai choughade'/><title type='text'>Marathi Movies : All set for the biggie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is marathi movie and the level of Marathi movies changing with time? Since last couple of years the quality of Marathi Cinema has improved drastically. Isnt it?? But there is still something lacking which holds back Marathi audience to go and watch movies in theatre. When Maherchi Saadi was released, 7/10 marathi families went to watch the movie in theatres and that too without much publicity, so what is going wrong now?? With so much of ad-campaigns and publicity, What is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which is lacking, in today's Marathi movies?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if you consider the recent past, Saade Maade teen was a big hit, but the reason behind its success was it was a product of Zee. But there is a contradiction to it as well, even though it was a hit, many people did not like the movie, and the feedback was that the story line was similar to the old hindi movie. On the other hand, Walu was another low-budget movie and the banner was also small but still common man went to watch that movie. But if you look @ the stats, the popularity and the TTL(Time To Live on BoxOffice) was very low as compared to Old Marathi movie. What is the reason for this?? I could not find it!! Do you have the answer???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On 4th June, there was a music release of the most awaited Kaande Pohe ... (OOps! Shreyas will hit me for that..) &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sanaichoughade.com/"&gt;Sanai Choughade&lt;/a&gt; starring fresh Marathi faces like Sai Tamhankar, Subodh Bhave, Santosh Juvekar combined with experience of Tushar Dalvi, Bharti Archarekar and my faviii..... Shipla Tulaskar. The promos, trailors of this movie looks vei promising. More importantly it is backed up by Mukta Arts and as per my knowledge this is one of the few Marathi movies which has its own &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sanaichoughade.com/"&gt;Official website&lt;/a&gt; which is again very nicely designed. Movie is expected on 20th June. Whoops!!!, before this post of mine starts looking like paid advertisement for Sanai Choughade i cut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, my question is pretty simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does Sanai Choghade has that missing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-factor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please share your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It will make a difference.. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-497609591220358884?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/497609591220358884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/marathi-movies-all-set-for-biggie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/497609591220358884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/497609591220358884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/marathi-movies-all-set-for-biggie.html' title='Marathi Movies : All set for the biggie!!!'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-9029564669798277002</id><published>2008-06-14T22:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:56:44.997+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='net savvy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebo'/><title type='text'>Indian Users on Social Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Social Networking! Yes, yet another blog on Social networking. But since i come from a Desi[antonym of Firang!] background, i would like to share some thoughts about the Indian users and their behaviour on Social networks. As everyone of us know, today maximum number of Indians are on Orkut than any other network. Every Tom, Dick and Harry has an account on Orkut. He/She might not know about an email account but definitely knows about scraps, friends, testimonials on Orkut. Strange isnt it?? I feel all this is coza lack of awareness about cyber world and its pros and cons. These chunnu, munnu [Desi word for Tom and Dick, well i cudnt find one for Harry. sowie for that ;0)] just know that they can make friends much faster than real life and flirt with them and talk any shit.. since their identity is hidden. And these Chunnu, Munnu [i luv pronouncing these words :P] when fall into trouble like black mailing and stuff then they come to know "aate daal ka bhaav" [Desi word for fact ;)]. well i dont want to give u Gyan on internet security, so i l cut that off here... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    After an overwhelming user response for applications on Facebook, many social networks like Bebo, Hi5 launched their Application platform. Bebo did kick off quite well but for Hi5.. Ohh God! save them, their API's were a complete mess. Sorry Hi5 guys for not adding a lil sugar to it:). Sowie, being a developer i tend to slip more on the technology side. Coming back to these applications, what i found interesting was, people on Facebook are more matured, rather i would say the user base is balanced. People use applications for fun as well as for their business purpose. This is where India is lacking. On Orkut, Indian users, after 4 years of popularity (if i m not wrong, i think Orkut launched in 1999, but picked up in India from 2003-4, though not too sure) of a social network, if the users are still stuck with scrapping and saying each other "Hi and hows u??" then there is something lacking, both on the user side as well as the network side. Recently Orkut launched application, neways this is not a fresh news, its a 3 month old news (14th April, Orkut launched applications). But this i feel was one step which could bring seriousness in the users. But again it has a flip side, till date 70% of the applications on Orkut are fun applications. I remember, during the Opensocial Hackathon, there was a utility application showcased which was Babajobs, which allows users to hire through friends. Well thats a good idea, but guess what?? its lost somewhere in the crowd now.. And if u go thro the application directory, the first five page has hardly 10 utility applications, and this listing is by popularity of applications. So this means, the user base is more interested in doing fun rather than serious stuff on Orkut. But thats really a sad part on India's side. Well, one would call me fool since i m cribbing about ppl using a social network as a fun utility. But this isnt a simple crib, rather this is more of a worry about India's future. Who should be blamed for this?? The application development agencies/firms? No you cant blame them. Oh cmon, every one means business. Sell something which is hot! No one likes rotten cakes, isnt it? They are using the market pretty well and it has given very good opportunites for all the startups in India. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    I found quite a few interesting applications like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emote&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ortist&lt;/span&gt; -provides a canvas for artists, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AppInfo.aspx?appId=844154928344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PhotoBuzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com/AppInfo.aspx?appId=114612561843"&gt;Superscrap&lt;/a&gt; by Postalz : handwritten scraps on stylish backgrounds. Few interesting utility applications like Babjobs, India Dekha, Type Racer, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com/AppInfo.aspx?appId=543850612906"&gt;SMS for free&lt;/a&gt;, Books iRead by Ugenie, ebiz cards, etc. well, i feel the Indian users shoud become a lil bit serious and try looking at these applications for business purpose instead of jus sticking to the fun element of it. I dont wanu say that they should stop having fun around it but they should also change their perception and look at it from a business angle. Hope to see this transformation in Indian users soon, otherwise its gonna be difficult.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-9029564669798277002?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/9029564669798277002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/indian-users-on-social-network.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/9029564669798277002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/9029564669798277002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/indian-users-on-social-network.html' title='Indian Users on Social Network'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-7198345445187631181</id><published>2008-06-06T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:33:35.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ratnagiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='konkan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajapur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vijaydurg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adivre'/><title type='text'>Yeva konkan aploch asa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SElzlleH3DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vGFHdz8hYMo/s1600-h/vdurg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SElzlleH3DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vGFHdz8hYMo/s320/vdurg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208821533581499442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HI all, first of all sorry that i have not posted for a long time.. Well, last week i was on vacation. Went to my native.. Hmm.. konkan, i juzzz luaaaaaaaaaavvv konkan... dont feel like coming back from there.. Although i got a very short vacation only a week :( but i enjoyed it to the fullest.. First couple of days i was in Vijaydrug @ my uncle's place.. a coooool place to stay.. jus near the Arabaian Sea and the Vijaydurg fort he has his 85 year old WADA, one of its kind in entire Vijaydurg :o. Its walls are made of jaggery and calcite thats what they say.. gr8 na???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          In the afternoon we moved to Mahakali, Adivre, Rajapur thats where our kuladaivat is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!.  The journey to Advire from Vijaydurg was very interesting , since there was no bus for two hours from Vijaydurg, we had to go to the bank of a sea, they call that bank as Tirlot-Amberi bandar... from there we got a mini-boat to go on the otherside of the sea  (Sagve-Shirse). Njoyed it ... masst.. and the fare was also very less. 7 rs / person.. heheh nice na???.. imagine, urself in the midst of a creek on one side you see tall coconut trees and on the other side you see houses with slanting roof's typical konkani houses.. Most of them were painted in green.. yea since most of the families which live near the coasts and who owns these boats are Muslims to be more precise, Kharvi muslims. gr8 ppl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SEl1lh4gvjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/onrZ9JoGOQM/s1600-h/100_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SEl1lh4gvjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/onrZ9JoGOQM/s320/100_1532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208823731641695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;their primary occupation is fishing.. hmmm .. yummiee yumiieee fresh fishes.. Apart from this, i was stunned with the fact which the captain of our ship ;) told. He said that, the point where we boarded the boat is Sindhudurg district and where we will get down is Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tnagiri District, that journey was of jus 10 minutes and if you travel by road then that journey is of more that one and half hour.. gr8 isnt it??? and more than anything else, two districts separated by just a small creek. I tell u, u feel gr8 in the midst of the creek in   a boat when it sails on the waves.... simply gr8... From there we went to Adivre, darshan liya and back to my uncle's place at Talere.. There we stayed for abt couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Wednesday, we arranged a small picnic to Malwan killa. The mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SEl5HzcaomI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4HgKDgkvAmI/s1600-h/100_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SEl5HzcaomI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4HgKDgkvAmI/s320/100_1645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208827619006128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;st attractive thing abt Malwan killa is that its located in the center of the sea, and here again you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; go through a small boat, the ticket was 27 Rs/ person. return ticket.. lolz... 22 ppl in one boat... gr8 naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;???  After yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u reach  the entrance of the fort, the captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and vice-captain :P of the ship says, guys you have return back in an hours time.. otherwise weel leave wdout taking you back.. hehehe.. I was wondering how is it possible to watch this huge fort in an hour.. But i was wrong, there is nothing left inside the fort except a small Shivaji temple and couple of trees which makes u to click click click... We moved of from that place before the sun uncle become more harsh on us... From there we visited couple of more places like, Kalnirnay wale salgaonkarancha ganpati @ Medhe, Malwan. In the evening we visited couple of places from Sawantwadi and returned back home by 7.. :( Cudnt go a beach since my Dad dint want to take us... :(((... Overall the short picnic was reallly gud... On thursday i went to Goa alone @ my frnz place, enjoyed a lot over there too.. had to come back to Talere that day itself since my return ticket to Mumbai was on Friday.. Overall a gr8 vacation... While returning the biggest worry was of the luggage we were carrying, two khokaas of haapoooooooosss amba, 3 huge jackfruits and loads of other things which my mom had bought in the weekly market in the villages which she feels is not available in Mumbai, but m damn sure it will be available even in our nukkad ka shop.. But ho will convince her.. But i enjoyed carrying all tha boja... since i cud give her an excuse of back pain and cud sleep for couple of hours more the next two days @ home .. heheheh.. M smart  :P....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-7198345445187631181?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/7198345445187631181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeva-konkan-aploch-asa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7198345445187631181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/7198345445187631181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeva-konkan-aploch-asa.html' title='Yeva konkan aploch asa!!!'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/SElzlleH3DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vGFHdz8hYMo/s72-c/vdurg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-3517998013846488303</id><published>2008-04-21T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:17:35.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400"  height="261"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.postalz.com/widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1200988913467"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.postalz.com//widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1200988913467" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="261"  wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-3517998013846488303?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/3517998013846488303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3517998013846488303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/3517998013846488303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-2272361284354613547</id><published>2008-04-05T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:15:38.360+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>a hectic day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Month of March i had a very tight schedule... Stress, work load and blah blah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jus to share .. one of those days, was so stressful, that while travelling back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i asked the bus condutor for the ticket.. And imagine wat was the destination which i asked him... Hehe, i still roll on the floor wen i rembr that incidence.. I actually asked him "Ek sandbox dena!" and he gave me stern looks... And asked me... R u OK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then i realized.. what i had just said..  hehehe.. Well, sandbox is the platform i was workin on during those days.. That nyt i cam back home and was wondering.. sometimes we get so much carried away with the work atmosphere arnd us that we forget rest of our life... we just throw ourself @ work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2272361284354613547?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2272361284354613547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/04/hectic-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2272361284354613547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2272361284354613547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/04/hectic-day.html' title='a hectic day....'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-607083710378185939</id><published>2008-02-23T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:01:27.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opensocial'/><title type='text'>Opensocial Hackathon – Bangalore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am feeling very happy to tell you all that I was a part of OpenSocial hackathon conducted by Google from 19th-22nd Feb. This hackathon was basically intended to build applications for Orkut using Opensocial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Opensocial is a platform launched by Apache, Google and other Web masters. This platform provides API’s using which one can build applications for any Social Networking site. The main theme of this technology is “Build once, Run Anywhere!” Almost all the social networking sites are supporting this technology and have already started accepting applications from other WEB 2.0 companies. As a result of this the application builder giants like Slide, Rockyou have now more competitors since smaller companies have also entered the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  It was great being a part of Google family for 4 days and understanding their work culture and strategies. Many experts from Google gave us tips and tricks on how to make applications look richer and performance oriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   This initiative by Google and Apache will surely make WEB more social. Moreover, introduction of opensocial makes the race interesting in the social networking world, since now even smaller social networking sites like Hi5, Ning, MingleBox will be able to compete Facebook (the Giant). This has also opened up the market for Indian Startup’s too since during the hackathon I could see many start up companies participated with their social applications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  For the first two days we were cracking the logic and typing code under the guidance of Google experts where as the last two days were interesting since there was a presentation on the last where we presented our applications in front of the Google gang. There were altogether 13 applications whitelisted. It was gr8 to hear from them about our applications since we had a Q&amp;amp;A session after each presentation. The feedback from Google will be mailed to our respective companies shortly, which we’el be able to use for improving our applications. This application will be made open to millions of Orkut users by the end of February or early March. So, guys don’t miss out!. It was actually reverse outsourcing which worked great for both the host as well as the guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Special thanks to my company Experience Commerce and Mrs. Roopa Praveen who has always been an inspiration for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-607083710378185939?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/607083710378185939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/02/opensocial-hackathon-bangalore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation'/><title type='text'>NYD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400"  height="261"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.postalz.com/widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1200113094375"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.postalz.com//widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1200113094375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="261"  wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-8767452550728864122?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/8767452550728864122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8767452550728864122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/8767452550728864122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='NYD'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-5852768748019855831</id><published>2007-12-31T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:54:08.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trek'/><title type='text'>harishchandra Gad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="261"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.postalz.com/widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1199115364765"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.postalz.com//widgets/postcard.swf?cardId=1199115364765" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="261" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-5852768748019855831?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/5852768748019855831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/harishchandra-gad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/5852768748019855831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/5852768748019855831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/harishchandra-gad.html' title='harishchandra Gad'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-2201986169880650919</id><published>2007-12-27T18:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:15:49.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>me...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel, m a gud writer..&lt;br /&gt;tat feelin rulz out wen i realize i m a poor reader..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, m a gud singer..&lt;br /&gt;but only when m alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, m a gud painter..&lt;br /&gt;but only wen i paint walls of ma house b4 every diwali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, m a gud trekker..&lt;br /&gt;but only wen i climb the first floor of ma apartment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, m a gud dancer..&lt;br /&gt;but only wen only a cockroach has climbed up into my trouser and tryin to getINto my ______ (Ooops! i will not mention tat)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, i feel m a gud runner..&lt;br /&gt;but only wen a dog is running behind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIF, i feel m a gud poet..&lt;br /&gt;but only till that moment wen i see tat ppl have started snoring while m reading ma poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yu kno wat...&lt;br /&gt;At da endo da de i feel tat "I M GUD FOR NOTHING.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... TRYING 2 become a gud human being... &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_smile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-2201986169880650919?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/2201986169880650919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2201986169880650919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/2201986169880650919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/me.html' title='me...'/><author><name>paps sapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133511423409427812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/Setj8J6XwOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KSvir5x99oE/S220/paps_lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-5956988451434632578</id><published>2007-12-06T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:05:13.961+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroke'/><title type='text'>STROKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/R1gZeo2bDdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kpGe0NplCeE/s1600-h/stroke+symptoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2YDekiPHSKk/R1gZeo2bDdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kpGe0NplCeE/s320/stroke+symptoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140886988795874770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STROKE IDENTIFICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;During a party, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the party. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some ?don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It only takes a minute to read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke... totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;RECOGNIZING A STROKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps, STR .. Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S *Ask the individual to SMILE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T *Ask the person to TALK , to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently: It is sunny out today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;{NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue... if the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency services immediately and describe the symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-5956988451434632578?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/5956988451434632578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/stroke-identification-during-party.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530021466939280242.post-4288677434252713520</id><published>2007-12-04T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:02:45.324+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone R Those Days when we enjoyed r lyf in colj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we had shared same beds and blankets with roommates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we had spent hours n hours in college parking n canteen doing tp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we copied from assignments from frnz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we burned the midnyt oil, so that we dont get KT on r marksheet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we mugged up aptitude answers, only to crack the aptitude tests in placements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we used 2 share same iPOD and fight for both the ear phones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, we had crush on the most beautiful female from r institure, but she dint even notice us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, we spent arguing nyt's on group discussions in r hostel room, so tat we dont get kicked out in the GD round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, we worked hard jus to get the best offer in the campus placements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GRTD, when we fought for silly reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GONE R THOSE DAYS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is left now.. is jus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEMORIES MEMORIES MEMORIES.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530021466939280242-4288677434252713520?l=papssapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/feeds/4288677434252713520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papssapa.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4288677434252713520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530021466939280242/posts/default/4288677434252713520'/><link 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