Dreams Unlimited

Dreams do come true. Period. 

Warning : I might sound more philosophical than a guy whoz completely drunk.


Now playing (When i started writing this blog) :  "Chadi mujhe  yaari teri aisi ... jaise daaru desi". From cocktail movie.

Current location  :
 Sitting on this bed with my back to the wall in London house, Calgary, Canada.

Cut to 2 yrs back (2010, may):
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     I joined IBM. Went to office for just 6 months and then started working from home. Work from home to a unmarried guy who's frnds put up a board "available Only on weekends : Conditions apply * " is a curse.

I was really missing the team culture, the environment. Used to get frustrated most of the days.

Tried out many things. Search for a home for almost an year without much success. It was not meant to be. The time had not come for it i guess. Was bored to death.
   
No marriage, No home, No project team, and weekends only after 5 dreadful days. Life sucks man.


Cut to 3 months back ( Starting May, 2012) :
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I decided it was high time i get into some project which has something like a team and where i can go to office to work. Started searching fr projects. I had narrowly missed one oppertunity for Germany. "Life Sucks" sequel continued.

Then i got a call for Canada project, n i got through luckily :-). Any normal human being would jump in joy and spend more than month's Canadian salary on treating frnds n family. Not me. I knew Raahu and Khetu were my best frnds for 2 yrs. They wudn't let me go jus like that and my happiness might be short lived.

Did not say a word about the opportunity with anyone. None. Not even to Mom. It was too good to be true for me.

Here's the background about my travel. I have neva been out of my home for a period of more than 15 days at a strech. Never. Promise.

Stayed in a 4 star hotel for the first 11 days. The only good thing i found about this place was the shower, and the bed. No wonder i took more showers than i would normally take in a week. No Number guessing here pls :P. Here i was, alone in pune. Akon singing "lonely ..." all the while in my head. Completely new place, with no one to talk to. "Life Sucks" revisited.

I told to myself in comforting tone, 'this too shall pass'.

Then i met one of my old frnds, Vishnu mutyala, in Pune. We used to have a blast every weekend after the initial 1 week. Life seemed good for now.

Here in my company, the process for applying for visa is pain in the ass. Its as if u r getting married, and you have to prepare everything by yourselves. Cards, decoration, food, etc. Every DAMN thing man. The word 'busy' was redefined for me.


Sunday, July 1st, 2012 IST :
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    I used to always think that my first flight journey should be to onsite. Trust me. I had an option to fly to Pune from Hyderabad and return, on company's expenses. I took bus instead. Call me crazy, fool, %&*^*&^&^^^%$%()))*^%^%$. U r welcome :-).


I had seen most of the guys wear suit while going abroad. Join the bandwagon i say.

My B'day is on 3rd July. I would be in Canada on this day. So my family members wanted to celebrate my b'day 2 days in advance. Here it is.

With my nephew.

This Pics has been added jus coz iam missing home.

Don't be shocked. Close to 20 people came to airport to send me off :-). Mostly family members and why not. I am the first guy in my whole family to leave the country. No mean achievement this :P. ** Trying to pull my banian and swing it like Ganguly **.

My jouney in pics.

at Frankfurt airport.

Waiting for my flight. Still at Frankfurt,

July 2nd, 3.45 PM Calgary Time.
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Just landed in calgary. Only Just. Head is spinning. The realization has not sunk in. Feeling totally out of place. A quick look around and the locations seemed familiar. I would have seen them in numerous crap telugu movie songs.

The Dream of going Abroad is realised. Done. Am I on cloud nine ? Nope, still in Calgary airport :P.


July 3rd :
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    In my hotel room, without any means to talk to my family or friends. A birthday to remember for this life. Who gets this kind of gift neways.

    No Phone, No Laptop, No Family, No Friends. Sounds familier ? Hell ya ... Still, Lifez good man.



PS:
    Now Playing (Still) : "Chadi mujhe  yaari teri aisi ... jaise daaru desi"

    The word 'desi' itself gives that "high" man.

PPS :   Dont stop dreaming. They do come true :-).

A day with Bapuji

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom" - Nehru. How can we forget these famous lines from 'Tryst with Destiny' speech Nehru gave on night of 14th August, 1947. Cut to 14th August 2010,
at the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world was sleeping, I woke up to pain and prick of a syringe.

On that fateful lunch hour of 13th August, i obliged to join my friend for lunch in his company's cafeteria. He has joined a company which proudly says 'High Performance. Delivered'. Without an iota of hesitation i ordered Chiken Biryani. Enjoyed the meal as though it were to be my last meal. As though the heaven gods heard it, it was the case for the next 4 days at least. I wasn't upset, but my stomach was. I knew our companies are rivals, but you wouldn't expect them to stoop to such levels and target us young, energetic and hard working (and not 'hardly' working mind you) people.
Here i was, a hapless victim of corporate rivalry.

Considering the movie buff iam, i had laughed my lungs out seeing people in movies going though 'motions'. But i tell you, it isn't funny when you
are actually enacting it. Fluids run out at faster pace than Brett Lee's delivery. Totally dehydrated, fully exhausted after that strenuous workout my laughter faded away. The blood pressure reading was 90/70. It was a riot of sorts. All the butterflies, elephants and rats inside were running for cover. Nothing could act as a barricade to the flow. Just when we realized that situation could go out of control we went to Bapuji nursing home.
I sat quietly beside the doctor.

Doctor : Since when you have this problem ?
Me: Since yesterday.
Doctor : How many times have you been ?
Me: Close to 15 times.
Doctor(In anger): What were you doing since yesterday ? Counting your trips?
Me: *Mouth Shut*

I immediately got admitted on 14th night at around 10 PM. Next 24 hrs were the most boring hours i had been subjected to lately.
Food for thought: When a beautiful nurse around your age comes too close for comfort and gently holds your hands with her soft hands and checks for the pulse rate.
Will she ever get the correct pulse? :).

They wasted no time in injecting saline bottles into my veins.



My friend Raghu was with me. We were cracking all kinds of jokes to keep the ward in good spirits. Mom was with me the whole night. No matter what, i need
Mom to be with me when iam sick. I wouldn't mind people calling me Momma's boy. Hell ya. If i vaguely remember there were 6 saline bottles in all that entered my body during the whole stay. Mom was awake the whole night just to see that i don’t end up pulling the syringe bottle in sleep.

India was celebrating Independence day for being free and here i was down on the hospital bed. Ok, truth be told, i ain't someone who would thump his chest
and swear by the country nor do i have freedom fighter's pic as my lappy's wallpaper. But i do have the common sense to stand up when the national anthem is being played.
And equally watch Indian play any game of which i know a shit about. So I had mixed feeling about not being able to watch our PM hoisting the flag on Red fort.


Reality check now. If you expect your friends or Relatives or 'Chuddy' Buddies to come to hospital with fruits and energy drinks as they show in movies then i would say 'get real guys'. Before you jump your gun, by chuddy Buddies I mean childhood friends who have been through your thick and thin.
I know it stinks but it sticks :D. Considering the moron Iam, I had to actually call up people to say i was sick and i needed to see them. Most of them came as if they were having a stroll in the park. I didn't mind, because you would just want the presence of your loved ones.

Things got normal by 15th afternoon. I couldn’t take anything more now. I was really sick of the hospital. I ain't a mobile pharmacy, for that matter i don’t take tablets too. I got discharged from the hospital at 10 in the night. Spent the next 2 days at home trying to recollect the root cause for this outburst.

I know its too late by now but Guys, is there a way to sue the rival company?

Change

A quick question before i get back to my torturing self.

Whats the one word which is used more often and followed less often?

No ?. Hold ur head high and look at the title of this post :).

As the wise men say "Change is the only Constant thing in life".

I have changed. In many ways than ever.

For starters, I have stopped eating peanuts. That’s what i used to get in my previous company. Yes, i have changed my company finally.
I have closed my eyes n dived into the Big Blue, the 'baap' of all. There was a huge drama during the transition phase. I was excited, scared, nervous and confused at the same time.
Believe it or not, Changed 3 companies in a span of 1 month. Iam still absconding according to some company's records. I hope they haven't stated any "inaam" on my head.

We have changed our home. For anyone who’s planning to send any gift packs or Balakrishna movie DVDs, contact me for the new address. I some how like our new flat.
It has as many balconies as any single bachelor soul would vouch for. U get dat, don't ya ;).

I have changed my phone. I had a condition that i wud change my fone only when i change my company. Later was done, the former had to follow.
Dnt ask me the brand, jus check ur blood content. Nokia runs in most indian's blood. Been going crazy with it shooting every thing that remotely looks anything
but beautiful. Testimony of it.


Nokia, i love u, i die for u.

And finally, i am actually 'working' here. Or shud i say iam forced to. Sitting alone in the hyd office with my team at different locations. Iam as popular here
as bala krishna in bollywood. No one to talk to, or to timepass with. So, iam always thinking on the think pad. Mind u, only thinking.

The only best part of my typical work day is the journey back home. No, not to reach the home early, but to laugh my lungs out in bus. There are two grps in the bus,
one the senior citizen's who prefer to sleep thinking their wifes or children will not let them sleep in the night, and then the other back benchers :).
I belong to the later category. It really is fun being with all the guys and chatting abt anything under the bus roof :P. No gueses, we always end up waking these oldies from their romantic
dreams. Can't really help it though.


Now the signs of aging. Used to plan many things for my b'day before. My friends reminded me that i have grown too old to celebrate the b'day like a school kid by not
wishing atleast. The no of candles representing my age don’t seem to fit in the cake anymore :).

And as the lazy ones say "the more u seem to change the more u remain the same" :), applies to me too. Will always be the same old lazy brat.

Can someone pls count the no of times i abused the word 'Change' in this post?. I have lost the count though.

Adios...

My First Love.

All the ppl in the town, wake up to the sound.
On the beat, lets start the hmmm.
There u go ... Here i come ...

I ain't Pritam's distant relative to expertise plagiarism. The above lines are the original (Disgusting) wrk of yours truly. I guess the above ill rhymed, fractured lines are needed to announce my arrival. I know even dogs won’t bark on hearing those. 11 months to be precise, the time i have been away from this place. A baby born on the day of my last post wud have grown sensible enuf to pee by themselves in bathroom by now. I generally find blogging PITA*.

Coming to the topic of the post, oh ya ... My first Love ....

For those unfortunate ppl who know me in person : Can u ppl guess ?. (I can c some of u wearing 'as-if-i-care' look)

8th standard classmate who's name starts with P ? No. My 9th class Physics teacher ? No, not again.



Its Cricket :) . I don't mind even if u jump ur gun saying 'another fool joining the 1 billion (Fool's) group'. For those disappointed souls, 'i have other better post on my blog'.


Disclaimer :

Ppl allergic to ckct (and the ones who say that they watch only India- Pak finals) are advised to jump to the last Para of this post.

Blame it on my fate, i lived most part of my childhood among ckct fanatics. The place where we used to stay was surrounded by "pass the time by playing ckct" type ppl. There were Mechanic shops, grocery shops, etc in our 'mohalla'. Everyone used to leave their works for sme time n play ckct in the lane. Iam nt kidding. This is the very 'mohalla' where my ckct debut happened in 1994. Ever since, many things have broken, like Neighbor's windows, My own fingers, Sometimes Hands n legs too.


I still fondly rememba the days when 'Sunday' was synonymous to 'Play-all-day-in-hot-sun'. A typical holiday would start at 7 am in the morning at our local ground and wud end when ball goes out of the sight due to light. No Flood lights u c. By the time we (Me n my Ckct crazy elder Bro) reach the home, Our faces wud be pitch black, un-recognizable, food starved (Seriously, When u strt playing its only Win or Loss. So food doesn't come thr). We know by now dat Mom wud be as furious as a hungry tiger. Now to enter the house we have to face the Dragon ( mom :) ). We wud employ diff strategies like, keeping a sympathetic face (or even crying at times), Doing sme out-door wrk, Get some groceries, Fill water from the tank, etc to pacify her.

After joining college, Movies n other un-mentionable things took the front seat. It was only watching ckct n playing occasionally in college. The best place to watch ckct is on the TV sets of crowded roadside shops. U wud find all the 'self made' ckct experts n coaches talking abt how Sachin shud be concentrating on his shots rather than wasting time adjusting his crouch guard.

Now in the company, it is reduced to having a cricinfo site quietly sitting on my System's task bar. I can c many 'soft'ware souls saying 'same with us'. Its really hard to miss when 'men in blue' are playing. Some times i feel dat its not jus another sport, but a way of life. It wont be a exaggeration if i say "a day's mood is set by Indian ckct match". Feel happy when they win, n equally break anything around them when team losses. It applicable fr most of the ckct follower's in india. I still rememba the time i screamed my lungs out when india won the T20 World cup in 2007. Moments like these are Priceless.

For the ckct allergic ppl, don't scroll down more coz u have reached the last paragraph. If some of u are still waiting for me to expand PITA, then i wud say 'Have u heard anything dat sounds Google ?. Help urselves'. N for the ones who have already googled it by now, good, u suffer from 'Acute Syndrome of Searching Information'. In short, u r addicted to Google. Ppl of these types sometimes do search for their neighbor's daughter's pet's name (Jus in case to impress dat chick). N stop the search when they accidentally find her boyfrnd's name :p. Irony of life, i say.


Ciao ....

2 years of survival

The last post did manage to generate a good level of curiosity among my friends. Got comments ranging from 'didn't-knw-u-could-even-write' (in disbelief) to 'treat-reading-it'. It gave much needed publicity to this otherwise deserted blog. At least the hit counter says so (century for a post :) ). Couldn't manage to hit a century in my cricketing career though. Sigh !!.

Now, back to this post. On 4th of Sept I celebrated my 2nd anniversary in this corporate world ('celebrate ur failures too', sounds familiar, eh ?). My older posts would serve as my "karthoothon ka parcha". Now the 2 rupee 3 paise question (Actually it was in dollars, but changed it due to recession), "wht the heck have I done in these 2 yrs ? ". The answers to the above priceless question comes at a price to me. It would cost me sme 'overtime working neurons' to actually recollect anything remotely worth-while. If I say this blog is the only thing I think falls in tht 'worth-mentioning' category, then, u surely wud think abt my parents (Most probably to sympathise with them for how unlucky they are to have me). U might even term this as 'exaggeration', but it isn't. As 'white collared' ppl say, its all about balancing ur personal n professional life. On the same lines I wud want to bisect my 2yrs of corporate life.

On professional front .

* Have been trying to give SCJP certification since 2 yrs. Every time, my preparation last for a week n then it weakens.
* My appraisal is always filled with the things I wanted to do, not with the ones I did which is supposed to be the case. Don't want to talk abt the rating I get for my illusionary appraisal.
* Onsite still seems a light years away. Mayb, shud wait till ISRO's "Mars Mission" program.
* Attended an interview n I was politely pushed out through the glass door, mid-way. These days iam skipping any talks of changing company by reasoning it to "market conditions".
* The only saving thing was tht i cud able to do my work. My supervisor didn't have any "pink slip" thoughts abt it.

The light at the end of 'my career's' tunnel is brand Wipro. Which I plan to sell once Lalu becomes Finance minister (hoping tht it happens and he changes the country's fortunes like he did for Railways). There are reports saying software engg are the least preferred bride-grooms in India. The Lehman brothers' flirting with the money have cost us our marriages. Every young n restless 'soft'ware soul will curse them.

On personal front.

* These are the best days of my life (Don't knw when a 'pink colored slip' will make them worse :( ).
* Have made lots of good friends. Training days in Wipro were like paid honeymoon.
* Have been touring places like never before. Iam having fun till the core.(ok, only soft fun :P). They serve the contents of my posts for my otherwise forgotten blog.
* I was searching for tht special person but not anymore. I was wondering why a girl wouldn't even look at a guy, who thot himself to be handsome enough for Angelina Jolie to ditch Brad Pitt and intelligent enough to bring Bill Gates to shame. Now I know the ground realities.
* 2 new people have been added to our (otherwise bachelor's) family. My brother got married last December. My bhahi has delivered a baby girl this October. Shez still to be named. Would appreciate ur effort in suggesting a name cool enuf for our neighbor's babies to go crazy :).
* Our "Disaster group" has come a long way since the vizag trip. We have many plans in future which i hope comes true n i hope we continue these for long.
* I got a formal "rishtha" from a place near ours. I rejected it out rightly to not to spoil the girl's life. How can u expect a dumb witted, irresponsible, lazy moron to get involved in responsible committed relationship. Ek andha doosre ko kya rastha dikhayega. Don't u think iam too young to be termed as 'uncle' :) ??.
** Most importantly I wud want to apologize to my very gud friends who were part of my most cherished days for whtever reason they think i hurt them **

If ur memory is not short like mine. I talked about the balance in life before starting the above dissection. I don't need to say tht even a mentally imbalanced guy can figure out dat my life is not balanced.

I dedicate this post to Sravan whoz leaving Wipro. I'll always miss ur comments tht u used to pass abt every girl in Wipro :P. jus kidding.

C ya ... hopefully soon.

Fun in Vizag.

Well, its been 3 months almost, since this blog was deserted. Lots of contaminated water has flown under the bridge since then. Here i come with another of those trips (tales) i had been to. This post is due since 20 days. N u thot only Indian railways was late always. What else can u expect from a lazy, dumb, irresponsible brat ?. So without cursing myself further, let me take a scuba dive into the details. Lets have a kick start to the post. I mean, literally.

Ladies n gentleman this blog presents to u Mr. Anil Lee .. err .. Anil Chan .. Ok Anil. All credit to Ranjith for coming up with this "picture perfect". Isko tho mai apne grand-children ko dikhanewala hoon. Unhe bhi tho patha chale ki hum bhi kisi kheth ke mooli hua karthe the :).

Our diploma friends wanted to go on a trip. We zeroed-in on Vizag n Araku. As it is a rainy season, we were a bit reluctant but we trusted the met department ppl (about their wrong prediction every time) n were ready to take the risk (calculated risk i say). People were so excited (or may be frustrated due to their routine) that they were even ready for the indoor trip, i mean to stay in hotel rooms itself. To tell the truth, actually i was a bit hesitant n excited at the same time, before the trip. Excitement got the better of me n 15 of us were off to vizag on the evening of 7th of August. This time i didn't bother to check the F-16 to F-25 junta on the reservation chart. Shit, have i grown too old ?, of course not ;). The train journey was good. We played all sorts of games. The giggling n laughter was enuf to disturb the fellow passengers from their romantic dreams. I wud like to thank Mamatha for bringing all those snacks n everything and helping the starved ppl. May u find a well fed Guy and be blessed with even well fed Chintu and Chinki thereafter. Touch-down vizag on 8th morning. Rain welcomed us. First place we went to was Kailasa giri. Ranjith, Mamatha, Chary ..err ... Srinivas :) were official photographers for the tour. They went bizarre with the cams like they were on a mission. Cnu was the official GR (dnt ask me what it is). Thankfully we didn't have any guide, not Nagarjuna for sure. The place is well above the sea-level n it provided an awesome view of the sea n the city.

We at the kailasa giri. Seventh head from left is me. Ranjith, having to bear my weight(Ranjith ur such a darling :). Cnu dont raise ur eye-brows now).

It was time for the beach. We went to the beach, without wasting any time we slipped into our beach dress, well, indianised beach dress :P. We played games ranging from cricket, football to forced immersion. It was fun picking a 'bakra' n the rest of us wud throw him in the sea (Team building activity, u see ;) ). Iam planning to add that to my resume for actively involved in dat form of group activity. The evening walk after dat across the beach was jus awesome. I actually love walking. I wouldn't forget a walk on my Apt's terrace even if iam home by 12 in the night. The waves touching ur feet, gentle breeze by the side, lovely moonlight, can the walk get any better (Accepted, a GF by the side wud be icing on the cake.).

Next day we started to Araku. The Journey to Araku in the train was amazing. 54 tunnels are part of the journey n u cud literally count them by the no. of times we screamed. Over-enthusiastic nature lovers were going crazy. 'wowwwww', 'awesomeeeeeeeee' were uttered at all possible sound levels. Our amateur photographers were in full flow (ok, mamatha .. u r an expert :P). This was taken in araku. Bliss.

Wondering !!! wht i was thinking off ? ;). Uncle, obviously my 9th class Physics teacher :D.

How cud i forget the tribal dance at the tribal museum ?. I got an assurance dat even if we loose our IT jobs we cud easily make our livelihood by entertaining the firangi tourists. The archery competition after dat in which i failed miserably was fun. Then went to Borra caves. Confession time, Sravan me n praveen were more interested in checking-out the chicks there (Cnu was on job). The photo session n the Tarzan like sounds in borra caves possibly shows the frustration we, IT junta have been thru. TV Rao alias Rao garu as we fondly call him, was the guide. Tried very hard to sell his theories abt the formation of the rocks n wht they represent (Or y they don't). It was one of its kind experience. We went back to vizag that night. We had ball of a time that day.

In the borra caves. Yo-Yo type. Rao garu in a bankrupt (but still smilling) pose (hand-kerchief on the head). Thts the spirit i say. Find me in the above pic n u'll win a nicely packed 'RGV ki aag' DVD. I doubt ur enthu. So lemme spill the beans myself. Moi, second head from left.

Last day was a normal trip within vizag. Cnu getting beaten by the "telugu thalli" party members in the bus was treat to watch. Long live revolutionaries :P. Dolphin's Nose was another worth mentioning thing. I was more worried abt Bhagyasree, n her ability to stay on the ground despite a strong wind blowing. The view from light house is something to talk abt. Endless ocean on one side and a beautiful city on the other. Awesome.

This was wht i was talking about. Ok not the faces but the scenic beauty behind us. Bhyasree sitting second from left. Me n ranjith always together ;).

I have thot of a name for our group, its "disaster group". No, the name is not because of the living disasters like me in the group. Its simply coz when we go on trip a disaster takes place in the Hyderabad. Firstly, we were on Nagarjuna sagar trip n Hyderabad was rocked by bomb blasts. This time it was heavy rains n floods. So in the interest of the city and its fellow citizens, we have planned our future trips in city itself. How abt 'D-Group' ? (oh !!!! no, coz of obvious reasons).

This trip has bridged the gap between us. Ours is not the happening or coolest of groups but still it has its charm. Well, ppl have changed, for good though. Some have donned new roles. N some r continuing with the old ones. This trip has surely refreshed everyone n more importantly breathed new life into our friendship. We have taken it to a new level. Kudos buddies, keep it right up there.

Btw, isn't this post title sounding like a B-grade mallu movie.

Adios.

A trip to Bangalore

Since the last 2 years i was so desperate to go to Bangalore. All the talk about Bangalore made me more curious. It was fuelled due to the presence of many of my friends there. My desperation was to an extent where i thought i would attain 'Moksha' only aftr visiting it. So finally after a months preparation involving by-hearting the error mesgs dat come on railway reservation site and packing essential things, we left for Bangalore on Friday, 9th of may.

To my utter disbelief, there weren't any F-16 to F-25 on the reservation chart pasted outside our bogey :(. With a heavy heart, we parked ourselves on the seat. Its a 12 hour long tiring journey. Mr. sincere (Ram) was waiting for us at the station. The way we hugged each other wud have made even the "bichde-hue-bhai-ka-milna" scene look foolish. Before anyone doubted the straightness of our gender, we decided to break and head straight to his room. We were as planned as sehwag before he goes to batting. Had to call to some people for planning the actual things for the day. Below, follows the sequence of things happened from this point .

10th May, Saturday :

It was around 2pm already by the time we reached ram's place and got freshened up. Didn't wanted to waste anymore time. Called some people who were very reluctant to come out. I had to convince them dat iam no 'shakti kapoor ka distant relative' nor there was any 'inam' on my head. Finally we decided to meet at a place. There comes the one i was waiting for since 30 mins. Every girl who got down seemed to be like her. I sometime even wished they were the ones i was waiting for :-D. After the hellos n hais, n some utter non-sense lunch, we headed to their place. I was taken aback firstly by the remoteness of the place and secondly by their hospitality. I really liked the place and the people there. Actually i felt at home. Its was already 7pm by then. Next plan was to go to a place called "Forum" and to meet my supposedly friend. It was the weirdest meeting anyone can have given its aftr 1 n half yr. Went straight back to room and slept at 12.30 AM.

11th May, Sunday :

4.30 in the morning on a Sunday, wat else can u say. Actually i was frustrated with the constraints the 'supposedly friends' were putting the other day. How the heck in the world cud ppl come to a conclusion with those constraints. I thought it was time to move-on n we three morons started off to Mysore at 6 AM. The journey from bglr to Mysore was an awesome one. The climate, the trees, the greenery, everything was nicely set. Frankly ispeeking, my enthu for going to historical place can as be well compared to lalu's interest for rock music. Social studies was neva an interesting subject for me. I was more interested in the teacher who was teaching social studies rather than the subject itself :D (boys will be boys ;) ) . So, where was i ?. Oh ya, we first landed at Srirangapatnam, and took a tanga to move around the nearby places. Iam still wondering whether we saw all the places which he was reading out when we were negotiating with him. Nevertheless we started off on tanga. The way ppl were looking at us made us check whether everythingz was alrite with us. The worst part was the dat girls were gazing at us as if the animals were carried in a cage to a nearby zoo. Actually it was me who opted for a tanga as we seldom get chance to have ride on a horse here. I did enjy it too without bothering abt the on-lookers.

As 11th of may is a mother's day, i thot i wud gift smething to my mom n bhabi. I told our tanga-wala to stop at a saree store as Mysore sarees are very famous. Now the worst part of it, iam a worst shopper. I do end up making my frnds scratch their head during my shopping. N here i had to buy sarees :( . N u thot controlling inflation was the most difficult task. I just told him to show me sarees in a particular range n i picked the one which looked good without even bothering abt the length or the border or any other crap. They said that the sarees wud be delivered aftr sme days to our place. I was happy dat i wudn't end up thrown from the home as soon as i reach.

We went to Tippu sultan's palace, and the place where he died, buried. Next we headed to Brindavan gardens. I really liked it. We had a ball of a time there. Iam still awaiting for the pics. We went bizarre with our cam like 3 monkeys released from the zoo. It was already 7 PM by then. Then we went to Mysore palace. Aftr dat we headed straight to bglr n then to our room. It was 1 AM by the time we reached room.

12th May, Monday :

Ram works in HAL. He was very adamant on showing his knowledge abt the fighter aircrafts n the service their project render to the aircraft.
Museums stands at 1st position in my list of "most boring things". I had to drag myself for the sheer enthu of ram as he was hell bent on proving things here. I was more interested in the lady who was reading book there than the fighter aircrafts. After dat we went to shiv temple. We thot of going to iskon temple but we didnt had time as we had to catch our train at 6 PM. We thot of going to a nearby place so dat we cud return back early. We headed straight to Lal bagh. Mr. sincere's (ram) lack of knowledge about places in bglr made us walk for 45 mins in the scorching sun to reach Lal bagh. We were reluctant to get into an auto coz of the incident we had on sunday night. If u dnt guide the autowallahs they wud take u for a city ride.

Finally we reached Lal bagh. I heard abt it from my frnds. But then i thot it wudn't be dat bad either. Generally anywhere we wud have 'lover's association of India' member's presence in the park. I was utterly amazed by their sheer courage. They were to prove their "pyar ki shakti" n their isolation from the outside world. I dnt knw abt the IT progress, but the lovers in bglr are way ahead than their counterparts in Hyderabad. Actually it was embarrassing (now u don't lower ur left eyebrow n say , is it ? ).


It was already 4 PM by then. We reached our place, packed things and headed straight to majestic( I dnt knw if its the rite name. I was always calling it magistrate) railway station. There was a tinge of dis-satisfaction that the ppl whom i called my "very gud frnds" had very little time to spend with me. This time the reservation chart showed 3 F-16 - F-25's in our bogey :D. Its other thing that we didnt even talk to them in the whole journey.

13 th of may tuesday, i reached my home by 7.30 AM. Then was off to office by 9.30 AM.

So Finally if i have to sum -up the whole experience in one line, "Its was gud, but it cud have been bettr".

'Namma karnataka' zindabad :P.

P.S : Oh forgot, the sarees have come. N guess wht, My mom actually liked them :D :D. I really felt gud as it was the first time i gifted anything to my mom. I don't know if iam actually feeling gud aftr the trip, but surely sme things have ruined.