On the way to airport

It requires a considerable amount of planning to board a flight at the last moment. It all began with a phone call.

The call

There’s a plan in motion, a short and swift visit to Bannerghatta National Park, rolling with it? If only intuition had a voice of itself.

The wait kept adding weight to Time. It was a sunny morning rapidly shifting gears towards noon. Summer as it is, unlike most part of the country is quite pleasant here and little sips of coconut water just add to its charm.

Numerous mysteries surround us, to which we are always unaware. Such an incident unfolded – the phone found its voice back!

The heat as we know is quite notorious and always ends up playing tricks; to my amazement two distant figures became visible, could it have been a mirage? It seemed all too real for comfort. Isn’t being comfortable means, take your own time? Correct.

Happy to be here

So what do we have here, a dreamy smitzing snow leopard.  Anyone who has seen pop-up books can relate how excitingly interesting it feels to see words take physical form.

Journey

Our lucky number 365 had run out of luck. So we had to settle for its duplicate. Duplicates as we all know always runs out fast. When one door closes, another opens; in this case, it was anything but closed! In commuter terms it’s popularly known as an Auto.

Queue

Yes, we live in an overly populated county, to which we are reminded every single day. So, how do you survive one, you look at the options. Take it or leave. Yes, those are options too and we took it. A prison on wheels to safeguard nature’s innocence.

What’s that thing?

Tindi (via Flickr)

To a common man, its sugarcane juice highly unlikely to be found in self-proclaimed flashy Capital.  As unlikely to find unripe green mango with a dash of powdered chilly. All was fine, but leopard had clawed into candy- the cotton candy.

Wait

A sudden panic shrugged a determined who needed to be at the other part of the town. Backing up the cause others tried to march only to have been saved by the announcement.

First impression: Need to tone down the ass.

Open sesame

Moving on, like good old days of Jurassic Park for people who are as old as we are, slowly gates opened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From there on let these pictures do the talking, courtesy of Smitzy.

Born to be Wild ( courtesy Smitzy )

Lately it seems, an unspoken bonding has been formed with fellow Auto. Let’s christen it: Assassins of DayLight. Yes, thatought to do it.

Run

Yes, be there in 15 mins. If you have read the previous post, training helps.

How often have I wondered people looks with suspicious eyes when one packs too much of luggage. Strange, it holds the same when you pack none. It’s a breeze, slipping past everything – sort of a VIP.

You always hear announcements for VIP, don’t you?

Last call for Mister boarding flight..

Is it Missed-her, or mist-her? I’m always left with a strange afterthought.

0:00:00

Today, here I’m going to tell something that no shapefull person should ever say, about himself. I’m going to get even with that! There will be no escape from my revenge.

Now that I’ve lashed out, let me move onto explain myself.

Buildup

Our Hero, the soon-to-be-flat eyes shot open at an unfriendly hour. It was O’five hundred. He had a dream, an epiphany, an awaking. For months he had planned this in his mind. The day had come.  One who is realistic about it goes in thinking for his long anticipated trial by fire. Bring it on. Man will surely prevail, thought our immature hero to himself.

Our Hero was no different than anyone in his shoes. He dealt it with a smile.  As painful as anyone who has done this, will tell.

Then came the Hour

Finally he set off, alone, abandoned.  In a matter of few minutes, he made a discovery, “Gee! not bad, look at them I surely will prevail”. Fool. He began to day dream as he crossed the first sign to his relief, whether he would accept a position in Indian Olympic Team, really as much of a honour it is, but he wasn’t sure if he can fit that into his busy schedule.

At the half mark, the majority of people had stopped. He felt triumphant. Try-Im-phat what? danced past him a 60 year old! Our Hero felt he needed to take matters into his hand. He picked up the elixir. Presenting to you, Himalaya packaged bottled water. Ahhh! This is easy. Drinking.

Our Hero felt great! This is easy stuff!! Beg your pardon, what is that you said?

Wall

He frowned, the distance was growing on him.  He felt it was going to get tougher than he anticipated. Our Hero merely pushed the wall, rather he crawled. The wall has given birth to all other walls. Our Hero knew about this wall, he was prepared. Or not. The wall could not be broken by a mere mortal and with every step he realised how unrealistically mortal he is. Pain grew with every step, anyone who has stepped on a Lego block in a dark room can relate. He decided to ignore it.  Minutes later, it was no longer a conscious decision.

I will not be Denied

Our hero, being something of a pious type when faced with adversity, tried to think of encouraging scripture. Imagination held its place as leading him was a sight for any eye. Oddly, by some witchcraft the pain had turned into pleasure.  Running, it seemed was quite painful and walking was as much the same. However the sway was exquisitely appealing.

As he crossed the finish line, he felt like he walked into a dance party. With moves never seen before. Hand to knees, buttocks to ground, the place was electric.  He couldn’t talk much. Why he thought that everyone after this would want to listen to a DJ. His mind wandered towards something of his liking, The Top Ten Things That I Want To Eat Right After Having My Soul Ripped Out By The Wall. It came to eleven.

After an hour, our hero felt better.

Dead Man Walking

He shouted, “Auto!!!”

Going nowhere…

Take that!

I was starting to get through the fact, to apply myself in travelling the different parts of galaxy each weekend – was kind of important. So today I steered myself right, so me went with me advice. I was in need of my shinning armour!

Bled to death

Took care of the buggers, insatiable morons!

Time for a quick checklist

  • Armour
  • Strength
  • Chariot

 

Hot wheels

Err..A real human ride, please.

Thank you

With half a seat to spare, I obliged its emperor with the most expensive gift.

The cool breeze was no longer to be felt as I precariously found myself in a maze.

I could feel the sweat on my brow, the urge to break free, the path that will lead me somewhere, I climbed  the tallest mountain!

Peak

This torrid journey had left me dry under the scorching sun, and how I wished for an oasis!

After the consumption of heavenly elixir like a valiant gladiator I marched onwards to meet my advisory.

Elixir

I overcome my first larger than life opponent.

(Gladiator OST)

As I made myself to believe  I’d seen it all – until champion of the Champions magically appeared –

I'm the goatie!

He now serves me as a slave, only to answer to his name DSC_0026.

Holy cow!! The gods  have witnessed my triumph.

How ya doin?

Bagging the glory me humbly disappeared amidst the masses.

Spectators

The countryside had left me bleeding for food.

I see to my amazement familiar sights witnessed in my adolescent years, a home away from home that haunts me in my memory. Singing the enchanted songs, a hex that drew me towards it.

Family-rity

While I cannot think of this as an espionage, but I must secure my cover – food they say is a way towards one’s heart, and I needed  a fast fix!

Dial 000 for home delivery

Having successfully completed my mission I needed to sleep away , damn I’d forgotten my rocket boots.

My mom is far, far away in another planet and they have seized my ship!

Hmm...

P.S. : Pictures courtesy Bangalore, Photographer – tangyorangesour.

CityTraveler

Let’s face it, for most part; people take for granted everything their own city has to offer. Isn’t that the reason we all wish to “get away” and spend couple of weeks hidden away in the cold mountains to be awaken by the soft touch of the warm morning sun or to feel the cool breeze against the temple as we slowly walk on those sandy beaches. That’s fine I suppose, but usually, the experience is costly in terms of time and money and more often than not, is even stressful than just staying home. So I asked myself, “When was the last time I had a blast visiting a new city or town and didn’t spend a lot of money?” Probably not often, but it can be done with the greatest of ease. What I needed to do is go on a weekend vacation in my own city! The city of joy!

People usually go from work to home and back and they neglect the fact they live in a thriving metropolis that has an abundance of entertainment and attractions to offer. I know the density of people will overwhelm most  but I felt at ease.

All I needed is a plan, a weekend and the enthusiasm. The enthusiasm came in the form of friend who visited – I needed no more reason.

Howrah Bridge

Situated on the banks of Hoogly River Kolkata is one of those cities that still has the age old charm but still doesn’t want to grow into the future. It boasts of a graceful culture, rich history and versatile culture and is the cradle of the Indian Communist movements. But let’s not divert to politics which as a matter of fact is a favourite pastime for most Bengalis who rather spend their time discussing (read arguing) politics over a cup of tea and puffing away till the day dies out. Speaking of which ITC headquarters are here, have you seen the bottom of the cigarette case? You will know.

From people to places to history, this place is as old as it gets. We all know the Red Coats had practically invaded every piece of land they set their foot on and this city is no different. Kolkata’s long association with the British Raj has been highly rewarded in terms of marvelous Victorian style mansions. These proud testimonials of an elegant past have been conserved as national heritage cites. The Victoria Memorials, The

Victoria Memorial

Indian Museum, St Pauls Cathedral, National Library of India, Jorasanko Thakur Bari, Writers’ building, Shaheed Minar and Raj Bhavan; the city is bestowed with a plethora of spectacles. With the first of General Post Office (GPO) in the country is an immense structure – the mere size of it overwhelms me! The mere glance of the Kolkata railway station and the colossal Howrah Bridge is adequate to quench the thirsty traveler.

I took turns visiting the places via routes other than the usual. I saw a different part of the city, its people, the hopes, the demise, the corruption, the reluctance to develop as it still sits in the pre-Independence era.

Electric Tram

From vehicles to electric trams to the underground metro railway this city’s transport is still the best compared to the rest of the country. One can easily get lost in time. If a tram ride through boulevard, covered with colonial buildings delights you, if the blend of pastoral and offbeat thrills you, if you are fond of artistic performances, Kolkata would be a perfect location where you are sure to come across with the hodgepodge of above.

Inside a crowded metro railway

From hopping onto a tram to move across the old city to taking the metro to conveniently travel works up quite an appetite and this place is no alien to the culinary delicacies that awaits the hungry traveler. Renowned for its infamous sweet delicacies such as Rosogollas, Sandesh it’s a sweet tooth’s paradise.

Bengali Thali @Aheli

To add to it fishes are the main delicacies – from fresh sweet fish to the salty ones. One can easily grab a bite on the inexpensive food stalls/shops or make their way to restaurants that caters to the wealthy. From Flury’s all day breakfast to Aheli’s Bengali Thali to Amenia’s Biriyani to the road side chicken roll, the heavenly ice-creams of Kwality to Bhim Nag’s sandesh , you won’t go hungry.

Flurys Confectioneries

If you’re culturally inclined you can come across the Academy of Fine Arts – though personally I’m no artist I prefer to just watch from a distance. I like my space. Speaking of space brings me to the most exciting thing about this place its Maidan (ground) an immense piece of land that is open to all – you can go for an early morning jog to a evening stroll with the loved one’s, believe me when I say it spans a huge area and this place will wear you out.

Just another shop at a Mall

It in fact came as a breath of fresh air as I was getting tired of the pub/mall culture. Sometimes getting back to the roots help. I discovered some new roads, some specialties, came across very harsh people to equally warm one’s – just goes to show the vast demographic we live in. Quite fascinating to be honest with you, but the most peaceful thing is you can always come back home.

Only a small view of Maidan

The last weekend was  quite tiresome, I grew corns under my feet, my wallet no longer heavy, but you know what’s the best thing of the end of the day? Tomorrow it starts all over again….

A trip down memory lane…..

If it weren’t for stories and snaps carried back home to show-off, travel wouldn’t have been much fun. Missing those days I  start reminiscing  good old days reaching destination  Lonavala.

It was one of the short weekend getaway. Rainy season and any place looks good right? If you ask me, its even better when its a lovely strip of mountainous land. All you need is the right route and right company.

Do you know how to extend the fun factor? We did. A drive on the Bombay – Pune expressway is like driving on a road to heaven with lush green blooming picturesque scenery, mesmerizing breathtaking views, wonderful tunnels  leading to open space greeted by unfaltering drizzles.

Though we cheated on the speed limit, but don’t condemn me, I wasn’t behind the wheel. Try sticking your head out when your seat mate is busy clicking away.

Since the early days of my earthly existence I’ve been fascinated by the way roads swirls round the slopes. Today was no different.  As we broke free from the speedway to ox-cart way, we found ourselves stuck amidst masses of geometrically progressing souls.  Welcome to Lonavala.

We slipped into our jackets and started on foot and we were hungry. Soon we zeroed in on our nourishment. The maize was available at every nook and corner of Lonavala. Roasted ripe maize served with salt and chilli powder spread with lemon over was just too good. I was having roasted ripe maize after a long time and the soft juicy corn was just the thing to be had with the drizzling rain.

Yummy.

We visited couple of locations, its hard to recollect the names now. The memories are as foggy as was that day. With zero visibility we were lead by our ‘Airtel’ umbrella guy. Dude what was the comment again? (chuckles) .

Click-Click. Another couple of photographs. Wonder how many time I need to look at myself.

The weather was getting chilly by the second as sunlight gave way to darkness with distant head lights acting as beacon for us to walk up towards our vehicle. With the swift turn of the key, we started cruising the streets. Objective – A place to crash. Status – Found.

After I’d helped myself to a very appetizing dinner which comprised of several servings of Indian delicacies I ached for a warm bed. But wishes rarely come true. Drenched to our bones, we gallantly turned on the AC, why you ask? For the fun of it! Nah…..it helps in drying clothes.

With a high degree of noise filling up the room, silence prevailed as one after the other slipped under the warm blanket.

Love the chirping of birds. Good morning. So a new day, a new start. We started with Bushi Dam; if I recall.  Since there was no heavy rainfall, the lake  wasn’t as expected but the weather more than compensated for it. So we went a bit further. Some stayed behind as I was accompanied by my friend. At a certain time I simply stood like a spectator admiring the heights scaled by him.

By this time, we had seen a bit of this lovely place. And it was time to head back. And as with any visits demands shopping, we shopped the prized commodity of Lonavala – Chikki & Fudge – go crazy.

We decided on having a lavish late lunch as we hit Pune. Tareef @ Aundh. I won’t go into the details of what we ordered but I shall not fail to mention by the time we were done eating, the adjacent tables were served thrice – for three different set of people :o

Burp! Yeah I did it..

Wallets, calculation, and realization what we spent. A bit of repentance on the amount we just shelled, a whole lot of witticism  and yet planning for the next weekend.  But one has flown away like the birds we left behind. Time has rolled and as I sit on my desk planning to survive the next few days at college  I snap out of my past into the present.

The end of the road has arrived. Time to plan something new. A new destination awaiting new adventures, avenues yet to be seen. The sheer excitement will drive me tonight.

The journey up the hill.

You always feel a bit of calmness when you scale heights and I literally took to this thought. Until today food, conversing, music, movies, comic books has been more than a lovely friend of mine and has helped me express feelings, about things I like the most but with every new day comes a new beginning and today I started with my first trek – Fort Sinhagad.

For the clueless, Sinhagad is one of the many forts of Shivaji, localted at about 22 kilometres from the city of Pune. If you’re not from the city, might I suggest reach the city first! Then make your way to Swargate ST stand. Numerous buses ply for Swargate ST. If you wish to spend more then you can hire yourself car, jeep, and blah blah. There is absolutely no problem in reaching the fort except your will to do so. If you’re not in the mood to sweat it out for an hour long trek, a tar road leads right up to the top – though you’ll miss the scenic beauty that you shall discover while on your way up or coming down with immense satisfaction.

To begin with the journey I’d have to take you where it all began, around 5:30 am we met up near my gym which is near to Swargate – yes it was like one of the monthly gym activities which we took upon with much needed vigour. Late as usual I and my friend reached in the nick of time as the crowd were about to disperse and having not slept overnight didn’t make things easy. Our mode of transport well what was left of it after a super ride with soared bumps as speed-breakers were hard to see when the owner of the vehicle fails to repair his head-light and surely the springs would have cried their mechanical lungs out as it had to sustain me as a pillion he-he-he. I gladly asked one of our elder members if I could hitch a ride in his car – people believe me GO IN A CAR - he welcomed us, little did he know how thankful we were, but let’s not the drop the ball yet.

We were at the base of the fort sharp at 6 am. I was impressed at the degree of hospitality of our gym when they started providing trekkers with a bottle of water – so nice. Soon we began our ascent and to my amazement I saw hoards of people making their way down with warmth in their smile and upon close inspection I roughly calculated that 60-70% of them were oldies and none were panting! This brought me to a conclusion, start the trek at the wee hours of the dusk – 5 am to be more precise.

I was trekking like a man on a mission until I took a moment of pause to soak in the beauty that can only been seen when one is at an altitude as such – no wonder Jack and Jill went up the hill. I was very happy of the fact though perspiring as if I was a leaked water pipe but I wasn’t panting – see the benefits of hitting the gym regularly. I’ve been trekking roughly half an hour, though quite a long distance to go I took on one of the hardest trail or so popularly termed as short-cut; the first was easy but after taking the second one I thought to myself why must I stoop to short-cuts and miss out on enjoying the trek or so to say I just wanted to reach the top safely and not like the old dog with his tongue out! But such sanity doesn’t prevails over every soul and my fellow friend decided to follow with my other friends who worship their bodies at the gym – little is left for imagination for the type of trail they would set foot or hands; at time when I’d look down they would be rock climbing – and the after effects was seen evidently when he slept like a baby next to me while coming back!

At time when I was making my way to the top I was beginning to ask me questions such, “Why the heck am I here? I can’t go up? I can’t even go down!” [ :D ] So you make sure you have a purpose – A purpose to reach the top!

Finally I was at the top, after the harshness of the climb with the torrid sun and dirt I was amazed at the sudden change of scenery when I saw vendor stalls selling lemonade, tea, pakodas (fries), dahi (curd), poha(yellow cooked rice-flakes) to you name it. Though in my back-pack I had biscuits but if you are not medically obliged to feed yourself every other minute I would suggest trek only with adequate amount of water – enjoy the delicacies of the village people, you’d love it.

I soon joined with the rest of the gang and it took me around 50-55 minutes to reach the top – not bad huh! for first timer. As I comfortably sat I couldn’t help but admire the city down below, to the scenic dam, to the lovely sun and feel the breeze that blows across the top and also the television tower on top. As we clicked our glorification we scaled a set of stairs and firstly we took to the left where I began to experience some sort of biological dysfunctional ties and a bit of glucose sip did help. So we made our way back and went to the right, where tapris (small huts) with local people serving delicacies came and inquired if we would like to order some, glad we didn’t as upon meeting up with the rest of the members we were served with nicely made sandwiches and the food simply kept on coming. They took care of ordering pakodas, chaach (butter-milk), matka-dahi (curd) – and it was all on their tab, now that’s pristine hospitality, I’m glad that I went on my first with such a lovely group of people.

Once you start to grow muscles, the brain cells begins to shrink or so they say – the doctors you know, mean people with weird looking glasses. The trainers gladly showed their respective assets, one flexing his biceps, the other his rock hard abs and one with his thighs – seemed the like the modern age monkey crap of Gandhi – but made better sense than his teachings. People started cracking jokes, laughter echoed the mountains as far the eyes could see – I simply saw the beauty and was enlighten with some history as Tanaji conquered the fort for Shivaji (Its best you google it, if you wish to know more). Finally we all gathered for a group photograph with people pouring from sides, the shot was taken from three different positions so as to take care none was left out.

With fun and frolic we started on our backward journey. Be very careful while you’re coming down. By the way its better to start coming down early as staying up late isn’t much fun. Keep walking at a slow pace. No hurry, no worry. Go slow and steady. You must be very careful while choosing the downward path. We lost our path once and it was this steep slope which took more than had I taken the longest one. Don’t worry too much, you will eventually reach the bottom [ :P ]. Though I was very careful and successfully made it to the bottom of the hill without a single slip I kept on witnessing people losing grip and the thundering sound of falling flat on their buttocks. My friend happened to be one of them. I missed the falling you know, sounds strange but I did!!! Better make it a point to fall down next time he-he.

The trip down to the bottom of the hill was the trickiest of it all. With a sense of relief as pebbles made way to flat ground I met up with the person who drove us and I explained how hard it was in the middle of it when I took a wrong turn, this guy was jolly enough to wait it out for half an hour extra – thanks dude!

If you’d want a piece of advice listen to this – DON”T LISTEN TO OLD FOLKS! THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT OUR BODIES – if you wish to rest simply do, sit, drink (but few sips so as not to get dehydrated). But I didn’t as it would have made me more lethargic he-he. Make sure you take each step carefully. The rocks there don’t mind twisting your ankle for free.

That’s enough. Go and enjoy this experience and try to do it in the morning as you’d have the rest of the day for anything your heart desires.

It was a perfect way to begin the month of March for me.