Saturday, September 15, 2018

Trip with Friends

Heyaaa! Long time, no write..right? Right. I have the same feeling. This blog might not have happened and I would have maintained a distance from the 'Pensee' page if my cousin had not asked me to write something on the topic - 'Trip with friends' for some vocal test he had to undertake. I was wondering, since the request was made, whether I've drafted something regarding the trip I've had with friends and memories of which I cherish a lot. Some of trips that are close to my heart are -
a) To Manali during college time, 
b) To Solan for college placements, and
c) To Lonavla during 1st year in office.
Now, as happens always, I'm recalling more and more trips from the past and God! they were all awesome! The one that I originally intended to write about was the trip to Manali but that idea got trumped by the one to Lonavla. Wait, now Lonavla has a couple of contenders - one where we went to Guhagar and another is the one where we went to Kashid beach.  I'm unsure about which one to write..ummmm..let's do Lonavla, a trip that had a lot of 'firsts'.

Monsoon 2010 had arrived in Mumbai. It wasn't my first encounter with Mumbai rains, which have a special place in my heart ever since I stepped in maximum city in 2009. My project team had many "new" recruits and we built a special bond very quickly. I think that was primarily because Project was still new and there were lot of things to learn so we struggled equally. Also, we're all of same age, almost. Team had 7 members - Sudhir, Mohnish, Reena, Shuchi, Aastha, Divya and myself. One Friday, a plan was made impromptu and we decided to rent a Tata Sumo and drive to Lonavla and from there to a fort named Koraigarh. It was one of the fort of great Maratha warrior Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj. Mohnish and I were flatmates and we left our place at 7 AM to reach the designated pickup point. Sudhir was the wingman since he was a localite and he had prior experience of trekking  to many hills and forts in Western Ghats. Soon after we boarded, we were joined by Reena, Shuchi and Aastha. Divya boarded last. Everytime someone boarded he or she was welcomed with a loud cheer from the occupants of the car. Boarding completed and we finally set off the journey. We were on the Mumbai Pune expressway sooner than we expected. We're told that this highway is notorious for the accidents, especially in monsoon season. We cared a little since we had an experienced driver and we had instructed him against over-speeding. It had only been half an hour since we touched the expressway rains started  and our joy doubled. The scenery around the expressway was breathtaking. There was greenery everywhere, mountains were laden with thick green cover, streams came down the hillocks like a waterfall. I was overwhelmed with the beauty outside and company of friends inside. Rain stopped however overcast remained. Thick black cloud cover suggested that heavier rainfall is imminent. We sang songs, played games and pulled each others legs during the journey. We made couple of halts midway to click photographs and make videos. It all looked serene and picturesque. In 3 hours time we reached 'Tiger Point', one of the famous tourist attractions in Lonavla. Clouds touched our faces. For me, these were all new experiences and I was thrilled. It was cold out there and it rained for a while so we're soaked. Hot cup of tea and Parle G biscuits were a welcome relief. We stayed there for about an hour and clicked lots of pictures. Girls made lot of poses and we did not miss any opportunity of photo bombing, It was fun!

From 'Tiger Point' we started our drive to the fort and in no time we reached the point from which we had to start the trekking. Trekking was a first for me, before this I had not even climbed a tree let alone climbing up the hills. I was wearing a pair of sandals -  not an ideal gear for trekking, but who cared. The fort looked quite high at the start of the journey and I was wondering if the climb to the top and descend back to the car would be possible in 4 hours, but we're bunch of enthusiastic youth riding high on adrenaline rush. We took off and in about 50 minutes climb we're at the entry gate of the fort. Each step in the stairs were quite high. These must have been designed for horsemen, Mohnish, brainiest among us and civil engineer by education, reckoned. We were welcomed at the gate by a small waterfall, spell of rain and a gang of monkeys. We soaked ourselves in the waterfall, clicked more pictures and went inside the fort. God! the place was magical! Although in ruins now, with a little imagination, we could establish the magnanimity of the place in its time from whatever was left. There was greenery everywhere. Mosses were grown on the rocks owing to the rain and made them very slippery. We roamed around, had a round of refreshments and enjoyed the scenery around. Amitabh Bachhan pose, Titanic pose and James Bond 007 pose were quite famous and lots of groupies and selfies were clicked. Everybody wanted to capture as much of the nature, surrounding and the moment as possible. While we're still at the fort, we discovered that there is a narrow walkway to the farther end of the fort which had a beautiful view and had a well. Our curiosity grew, but we're aware of danger as well so we looked up to Sudhir to decide for us. He decided to go there and check the claims and place, if is is approachable for us newbies, were correct.. When he came back, response was affirmative. We decided to explore that corner of the fort as well. With little difficulty we're in the not-much-visited part of the fort. It was the good decision and we're in front of the most beautiful view I had ever seen. I wished if time could stop and I remain in this place forever.

We started our descent and were at the bottom of the hill right on time. There was smile on everybody's face and not a single person looked tired. We could have stayed longer if the time permitted. I think we might have climbed the mountain again, if anyone had floated that idea. We got into our car and drove towards Mumbai. It grew dark by the time we entered Mumbai. When Mohnish and I got out of the car we realized we had developed cramps and could barely walk. I think the cramp and the pain were because we walked too much in a single stretch without being in any habit of walking, owing to our sedentary lifestyles in corporate job. Although the pain remained for couple of days it was all worth it. When the pictures of the trip were shared, every other team in the project wished if they were part of this trip. Snaps were all captured perfectly by Sudhir, the photographer, the planner and the wingman.

It has been a pleasure moment and remembering it after 9 years was a good blast from the past! I hope I get into habit of blogging more often. Let's see. I've the first and one for 2018 at least.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Biryani would never taste the same!

Death - Cruel (might or might not be), certain, a truth, has taken away the man who had introduced Biryani to me. Kushaal Singh, who had provided the lip smacking combination of Chicken Biryani and Egg Curry last night is no more. He had a cardiac arrest about 4 hours back, while he was having a hearty laughter session with a gang of colleagues on a busy market road. He could not survive.

I'm still coming to terms with the truth. His wife lifes in Pauri-Garhwal, I'm not sure if she has been made aware of the news. His working son is traveling from Mumbai after hearing the news. His another son studying in 7th standard cried uncontrolably. I'm thinking about the younger son right now, while he would be thinking of his departed father there is no other family member to console him. I'm thinking about the son, who's taking a maiden flight to his place in Delhi, the longest-fastest journey ever. The journey of the widow from the village in the Himalayas to the capital city. 36 hours long jouney during which she a thousand memories would come to life and die. The void, the hollow, the vaccuum which will never be filled again, ever. Is this the reason why death is called cruel? But, it's a truth as well.

      My means of introduction to him were minimal, in fact I don't remember seeing him ever. No one from the Annexy that I know of meets the description provided by my mother about the departed. But I do know him one way. The name flashing on my father's mobile 'Kushaal Singh'. Last I "heard" of him was yesterday to confirm the delivery of last night's dinner to our place. During the call between him and my father, I was insisting my father to ask dinner's menu to be delivered for lunch, which Kushaal Singh had declined with a smile and insisted items to be served for dinner. We got mutton instead, for the lunch.

I'm thinking the contact from which no further calls will be made. The person who always cared to ask if there is no "order" for tonight. He, who, prepared the cutlet with the choicest of the dry fruits. He, who, prepared every food with so much love and passion. He, who, has fed us sumptuous Biryani several times. He, who, introduced world of Hyderabadi cuisine to me. He, who, I would never see again.

May your soul rest in peace - The great Khansamah!
 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Long Time..No see!

It has been really long since I opened blogger to draft something.

The charm is gone for some reason. I hardly use Google Talk, GMail, Orkut! Ohh good Orkut! You're  the so good in those days.

A lot of thoughts are rushing and I unfortunately don't have time to write them all.


September 30th 2014 marked a closure of a couple of things which I intended to "see" for one last time, probably. One certainly is Orkut. When I visited the page yesterday, it had already locked down on the user profiles. Only public communities contents could be seen.

Another item was CAT'14. It occured to me today morning that CAT'14 should be taken this time having read one newspaper article about there is still time left for prep! No sooner than I visited the page, I found September 30,2014 laughing at my face.

Need to end this abrupt post here. I'm falling short of words, time and creativity.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Reason

I saw this reasoning question in one of the slides I was going through at random. It's quite intriguing:
Chris is 6’7”, 300 pounds, has 12 tattoos, was a champion pro wrestler, owns nine pit bulls and has been arrested for beating a man with a chain.
Is Chris more likely to be a man or a woman?
A motorcycle gang member or a
priest?


Sunday, August 28, 2011

Turning tables?!

In one of my previous post, I mentioned about the girl who made me feel all jittery for her prompt answers while I was still trying to get hold of the question. The same girl performed the same act, in the same class but after 4 months, again!With less than 2 months to go for the exam and this being my 'last' attempt for CAT the situation is far from ok, let aside good.
In Quant section, I can't say I'm confident but I'm confortable. My verbal sucks though and DI is all luck based for me. It's not actually luck per say, it's lack of practise. Things will click if I'm trained enough to appreciate/anticipate/comprehend the number presented in front of me.

To get motivation I often reminisce about the way I went about standard 1oth exam. Mathematics then, became my food, sleep, drink and everything. I could solve any given problem easily and time limit. It was sheer practice and eventually things turned around, given that fact that I hardly scored anywhere above 50 in Maths in class 9th.

Practice is the way to go, seriously. Preparation timetables is 'drafted' and posted on the desktop and implementation also remained on the desktop! With hardly anytime left, a good and informed usage of the available material is to be made. Go with a BRUTE FORCE! Try it. It WORKS!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

The day of achievement

Yesterday, July 30, 2011 was the day of achievement because



  • We(Biji, Kiran, Reshma, Priyanka, Sud, Hitendra, Akshat and I) went to Lohgarh despite I being not very well.

  • I could successfully move songs to a folder in my phone that automatically make them available to be used as an alarm tone. Earlier I used to move them phone memory first and later move to a folder in it. This time it was just one move command in the memory card and the job was done!

  • I found the answer to my using a surname of 'Rao' and yet not being a South India. I'm quite excited about it!

  • I once again finished a medium size pizza, half of which was a cheese burst by myself. Yesterday's meal was all junk - 4-5 packets of Chips and wafers, 1 plate poha, 3 cups of tea, 1 Parle G biscuit, 2 McAloo (i call them makalu tikki) and a pizza McPuff and about a litre of Coke.

I'm happy of the 'feat'!