“Employee saftey is our first priority. Hence please exercise caution while traveling to and from office.
In case if the office shuttle is not plying. Make your own transport to reach office.”
The mail in one of the software company to their employees on whether to come to the work the next day or not since it was the day of the historical verdict on Ayodhya. The first line is clearly for getting the employee friendliness certificate. The 2nd line was for us to remind us that we are paid to come and work and not to sit at home. Fair enough for the MNC which cares about the money and not about the resources of one particular nation where it has got its branch.
Am I socialist?
That is natural for anyone to brand me after the first two lines. The company has shown the consideration for our nation and came here and set up the office here giving us the employement. Is it fair enough for us to complain now and say that MNC wont understand our sentiment? Well, they didn’t even force us to join their company.
At 2pm the manager comes and announces that we are free to leave. What it means? If anything happens to employee after 2pm, company is not officially responsible!! “Mannnnn its such a low level management game. They never care.” I’m not supposed to say. Company has washed off its hands now. It’s a company. It’s a corporate. Its decision is taken at management level headed by bunch of elite and experienced managers. My voice is not audible to even the fine hairs inside their ears. What will I do? I just need to absorb it. I joined the company. I am getting paid. The problem is in my nation. The reaction is that of my inner self which feels it is cheated. But the action is to be taken by the conscious mind which cannot stop looking at the reaction of inner self. It has to think forward and arrange for my safety. Because I’m alone. Corprate is not alone.

A bunch of young and fresh from college friends. Even the P of politics didn’t dare to come near them. The energy of youth ness had kept that in bay. Life is nothing but enjoyment. The ill-fated Mig 21 plane which their patriotic friend was flying meets with fatal accident and the young pilot completes his journey of life on earth. Defence minister wants to save his face, his decision to still retain the outdated line of fighter planes in the force and hence gives out a blunt statement – “Technology of the plane is not out dated. Youngsters who join the force should keep their energy in control and should be careful in flying”. Two lines of statement boil up the blood in everyone in the gang. Defence min is eliminated in filmi style. Bunch of youth are killed by Army after being branded as terrorist.

Democracy is again comparable to MNC. Our voice will never reach the babus. We are just aam-junta. I’m aam junta. I’m available at their mercy. Police is there to protect the babus. I’ve only god who will ask me to be patient. If I react, I will again script one more story as above. I carry out a peacefull protest. Just to make the public understand that it was not the fault of my friend, it was the fault of plane. But the minister is scared of facing the truth and orders lathi charge. I will be chased and beaten. But I cant help. I’m alone. Democracy is not alone.

A compound wall collapses on the school girl and she dies instantly. The contractor walks away with no penalty. The contractor is part of legislature of democracy now after he won the corporation elections. Police will protect him. I’m alone. I can just see her dying. I can just read about the reports in paper. Paper will write on first day. They will write on 2nd day. But the public is not interested to read it daily. They have their own problems. So paper will stop writing on 3 day. I cant do anything because I’m alone. Democracy is not alone.

What is right? What is wrong? Who am I? No matter what happens, life is how it should be. Whatever has to happen will happen. What should not happen will not…. May be. Just take a look around. A small gadget which we call as mobile can be used to call almost anyone in world at any corner. Some one claims it is their invention. But why is it working? Some force is there. The same force is making us to live. To lead the life. We think we are living. But we are made to live. When I was born, I dint had the teeth also. It grew by itself. I didn’t control it. Yes. Life is just an inception. Beautiful flower grows on a tree. We say it grew. But if we are growing up, we say we are living the life. Its of no use to cry that something is lost. To think that we are cheated. Its just the part of the force which is making us to live.

“Employee saftey is our first priority. Hence please exercise caution while traveling to and from office.
In case if the office shuttle is not plying. Make your own transport to reach office.”
The mail in one of the software company to their employees on whether to come to the work the next day or not since it was the day of the historical verdict on Ayodhya. The first line is clearly for getting the employee friendliness certificate. The 2nd line was for us to remind us that we are paid to come and work and not to sit at home. Fair enough for the MNC which cares about the money and not about the resources of one particular nation where it has got its branch.
Am I socialist?
That is natural for anyone to brand me after the first two lines. The company has shown the consideration for our nation and came here and set up the office here giving us the employement. Is it fair enough for us to complain now and say that MNC wont understand our sentiment? Well, they didn’t even force us to join their company.
At 2pm the manager comes and announces that we are free to leave. What it means? If anything happens to employee after 2pm, company is not officially responsible!! “Mannnnn its such a low level management game. They never care.” I’m not supposed to say. Company has washed off its hands now. It’s a company. It’s a corporate. Its decision is taken at management level headed by bunch of elite and experienced managers. My voice is not audible to even the fine hairs inside their ears. What will I do? I just need to absorb it. I joined the company. I am getting paid. The problem is in my nation. The reaction is that of my inner self which feels it is cheated. But the action is to be taken by the conscious mind which cannot stop looking at the reaction of inner self. It has to think forward and arrange for my safety. Because I’m alone. Corprate is not alone.

A bunch of young and fresh from college friends. Even the P of politics didn’t dare to come near them. The energy of youth ness had kept that in bay. Life is nothing but enjoyment. The ill-fated Mig 21 plane which their patriotic friend was flying meets with fatal accident and the young pilot completes his journey of life on earth. Defence minister wants to save his face, his decision to still retain the outdated line of fighter planes in the force and hence gives out a blunt statement – “Technology of the plane is not out dated. Youngsters who join the force should keep their energy in control and should be careful in flying”. Two lines of statement boil up the blood in everyone in the gang. Defence min is eliminated in filmi style. Bunch of youth are killed by Army after being branded as terrorist.

Democracy is again comparable to MNC. Our voice will never reach the babus. We are just aam-junta. I’m aam junta. I’m available at their mercy. Police is there to protect the babus. I’ve only god who will ask me to be patient. If I react, I will again script one more story as above. I carry out a peacefull protest. Just to make the public understand that it was not the fault of my friend, it was the fault of plane. But the minister is scared of facing the truth and orders lathi charge. I will be chased and beaten. But I cant help. I’m alone. Democracy is not alone.

A compound wall collapses on the school girl and she dies instantly. The contractor walks away with no penalty. The contractor is part of legislature of democracy now after he won the corporation elections. Police will protect him. I’m alone. I can just see her dying. I can just read about the reports in paper. Paper will write on first day. They will write on 2nd day. But the public is not interested to read it daily. They have their own problems. So paper will stop writing on 3 day. I cant do anything because I’m alone. Democracy is not alone.

What is right? What is wrong? Who am I? No matter what happens, life is how it should be. Whatever has to happen will happen. What should not happen will not…. May be. Just take a look around. A small gadget which we call as mobile can be used to call almost anyone in world at any corner. Some one claims it is their invention. But why is it working? Some force is there. The same force is making us to live. To lead the life. We think we are living. But we are made to live. When I was born, I dint had the teeth also. It grew by itself. I didn’t control it. Yes. Life is just an inception. Beautiful flower grows on a tree. We say it grew. But if we are growing up, we say we are living the life. Its of no use to cry that something is lost. To think that we are cheated. Its just the part of the force which is making us to live.

Days are really hectic at office. Don’t want to list down the problems and fill up this blog page.

I just finished one more round of call with client team at 7.PM. The call started at 5.30 PM. I missed my break-time time pass. By the time the call ended I was totally famished. My mind stopped working. I was fed up of speaking English. Have been writing so many mails recently that I dint even wanted to write this blog. But some experience drove me to make exception.

At around 7.15pm I came out to breakout area. The house keeper guy was washing the floor over there. I being a long timer in my office, all the security gaurds and house keepers know me very well that I’m a kanndiga and hence talk to me whenever I come across. I asked that guy why he is washing the floor so early since it was not ever 8pm. That guy replied “Its Friday na sir, will leave early. Tomorrow being sat, duty time starts a bit late”. I asked what is his duty hours “ Weekday its morning 7 to eve 9. and weekends its 8am to 5pm” (I’m not sure whether the timings are right, but have seen them working for long hours though). I was shocked. We always think that our problem is the only biggest problem in world. A glance around will prove us wrong by giving so many examples. Well, though this didn’t motivate me for the day, I will remember this lesson for sure.

When I was going through my older posts in blog, I found some of them to be revealing so much about my personal life!! This thought flashed me since now many of my close friends and relatives have kind of started reading my blog regularly. I started off as anonymous in this Vast world of Blogosphere, enjoyed the every bit of freedom and anonymity it offered me, and now I am thinking whether it is time for me to start a new link to write about personal stuff.

But then I think what is the need to hide something from some one? Why cant we lead a transparent life? Recently I got chance to read a couple of books written by Sudha Murthy. We all know the entrepreneur cum philanthropist Sudha Murthy. We know her success and achievements. But her books gave me an opportunity to know more about her life, her past, the journey to the history of Infosys. Given her busy life, she has still time for doing the things which she loves to do. Let it be writing, travel etc. The book “Old Man and his God” - a collection of short stories from her own life is jst simple but marvelous. Her philanthropic works has taught her so many things. The important of them being helping the poor. She writes about the examples in her life where poor people, who she helped through her foundation, blame her saying how had hearted she is for just giving 50% of the amount they ask for. But she supports her decision with so many examples she has come across. No matter whoever it is, money given for free never creates the sense of value that comes had you earned it by yourself. You just end up saying, why only this much why not more? In my case, I never over pity on any beggar or small aged kids working as servants anywhere. Why should I? I might be having comparatively more money than them but that doesn’t mean that I should give some tips out of pity to them. Life is same for any one. I too get paid for doing work everyday and not for free. I have my own loads of tensions and stress and those people their own. Only difference is the kind of work environment or the payment that we get, but finally at the end of the day if we equate it with various factors of our life, we end up getting the same. When I got my vehicle washed in service station, I paid the washing fee to the small guy who washed it. He immediately asked “Sir, give me something for coffe”. Though his looks invokes pity, I didn’t just show off by paying him immediately. Why should we allow ourselves to be taken for granted? We don’t get money free of cost. When I go to get a small thing repaired in my vehicle, the showroom worker stands there expecting for tips. Why do we always need to give tips for no reason? IF they are really worth of getting that, I pay it without even slight provocation from them. The bottomline is simple, money comes with a tag – i.e effort.

Her book can help anyone to understand the complexity of life. How difficult it is to lead a life once you are out of your college completing the graduation. The Society starts looking at you with all its eyes. Choosing a career is as important as any other basic need of life. The society has high tendency to respect people with established life. IF you are not working in a bank, software industry, or few other respectful employment safe havens, you are just ignored like any non-existing creature. Recently I just saw a program in NDTV good times where a guy who is bike enthusiast was talking about his life and his passion. He earns money through various jobs like counseling, translation works etc. He didn’t had a job with fixed source of income. But still the work he was doing, he was enjoying it a lot. His fav pastime is long rides on his bike. He goes to different corners of the country in his life partner – bike. He loves the god. He says it is such a beautiful world around you. Everything which you look, feel and touch is God’s creation. There are so many things you can learn looking at it. I was truly happy with his life and the way he was living it to the fullest. I discussed it with one of my friend at workplace. She told why cant you also try something interesting like him. Though I agreed with her, I was quick in letting her know about the Indian Society. IF you don’t have fixed source of income, even your pet dog might run away from your home out of the fear of facing hungry days. She laughed and immediately agreed with me. Sometimes, out the stress in our work, we always tend to think that what we see outside is smooth and the life is just cake walk over there. But we forget that each one has his own destiny. When I started writing short stories, and when my friends and relatives appreciated my writing skills, I was excited. I thot may be if the need comes, I can pursue this as my alternative career. Things became clear to me only after I went deeper and deeper into my new found craze. When I started writing longer stories, I found how hard it is. The flow, grammar, content, everything had to be taken care. At some times, I started spending more time than usual on writing the stories and then it striked me how wrong I was for having taken things to be so simple. It actually hampered my flow a lot. I spent so much time thinking that I lost interest in writing. I learnt my lesson. I gave a break for myself and returned now after a significant pause. Each one of us has our own destiny. Only patience can help us to realise that and takes us there. Decisions taken without proper analysis can be disastrous. In my case, though I never had any intention to try out my career here, was happy to learn this lesson without paying any cost. Whenever my mind wanders away thinking the life is greener on the other side, I remember this lesson and apply more thought on whatever I think.

chickmangalur, Horanadu, Jog Flals tour

Like any other tortured software engineer would plan for a break, we too planned this one which was pending from a long time. The main place that we planned to visit was jog falls. But due to some miracle, we got 4 days of vacation which made the list grow like anything.

We ensured we had the following things before we started off –

Don’t see the news : every news channels aired the videos showing the heavy rainfall around the places we had planned to go. We ignored them.

Arms : good number of vacation

Ammonution : Money, Health and spirit.

A rough map of the places to be visited was drawn for our reference. As per the map, we were to cover the places in this order – Chickmagalur, kalasa, kudremukh, hornadu, sringeri, shimogga.

22^nd of Aug: we started from Bangalore at 8.15 am in a ordinary bus to chickmagalur. The journey was a bit tiring though the roads are pretty good. We reached the destination around 3PM. We halted in the LIC guest house, took some rest and went walking around the city. Much to our surprise, the city is super clean and people also aid in maintaining the cleanliness by not littering around or spitting. People were very friendly. We loved the coffee served at Mayura restaurant which is the best in the city. Coffee is very famous in this place and is grown extensively in the estates encircling the chickmagalur. We ended up consuming almost 1litre of coffee within 1 and half days that we stayed there.

The next day, the Tata indica taxi came in front of our guest house. The previous day we had went around the city in search of tours n travels agency. When we couldn’t find one, we asked a local traffic cop. He advised us to go near the KSRTC bus stand where the taxi people stand usually. So we went there and striked a deal with one of the taxi guy to take us sight seeing the next day.

Our first stop was mullayangiri – the highest peak in Karnataka 25km from Chickmagalur. Though it was around 10am when we reached the top, it was so cloudy that you can see only the person standing next to you. Even a slight mistake by the taxi driver at the curves can put us in danger. The strong winds will make the mist to wet your face. But unlike getting wet in rain water, the mist will dry even if the wind stops for a second! At the top of the hill there is a small mutt taken care by an aged Archak. The most surprising fact about this mutt is that, only within a small boundary where it is situated, the temperature is a bit warmer. This might be the God’s miracle in order to help the Archak stay in the mutt!!

Ok so after spending about an hour at this place, we started moving down. There is a sub peak called sitayyanagiri at a small distance from the main peak. There is a temple over here where right in the garbha gudi, a source of water is present. Water comes out of it 24/7. Temple is well maintained and was cool unlike the mutt at the peak point.

Once we reached the foot hills, we started towards Kemmangundi which is 55km from Chickmagalur. On the way we visited one place called Devirmanna temple. There is a hill close to this temple where, at the top, the puja for the temple godess will be performed once in a year during Deepavali. The path to climb the hill is too steep and at certain point you will stand parallel to the hill itself. Hence people would climb up the hill only once in a year during the day of puja to fulfill their vows.

There is a miracle associated with this temple which is dedicated to godess Chamundeswari. During diwali, 4 days before the Amavsya day, the Devi idol will be taken to the top of the hill where the grand puja will happen. On the day of Narakachaturdashi there will be spl puja during which people climb up the hill. And on the day of Amavasya, when the devi idol is brought back from the hill, they wont place the idol just like that. They wait near the temple’s Garbha Gudi door for a while and at certain point, the wind would force open the door which is to tell that the Devi has come back to Garbha gudi of the temple. Only then the Devi idol would be taken inside!!

We continued the journey towards Kemmangundi. There is no temple or any other thing at the top of this hill. You will have to enjoy the nature and scenic beauty. There is a garden built at the top where you can rest for a while.

Coming back, at a distance of 10km from the peak, there is Kalhatti falls. The uniqueness of this falls is that the water flows right next to a temple in front of it. You need to cross this water in order to reach the temple.

The day1 of trip thus ended when we reached chickmagalur back at 5.30pm. We thought we came back pretty early. But later we came to know that it is not safe to roam around at the forest area after 6Pm. So we reached at right time. We went around the city again to buy some coffee powder and after the dinner went back to guest house and took rest.

The next day morning we had to get up early. We had planned to cover the following places – Kudremukh, Hornadu, sringeri and halt at shimogga. We were told that there is no direct bus to kudremukh early mrng from Chikmagalur. The only way we can reach there early mrng is to take a bus going towards sringeri, get down at Balehonnur, take a bus going to Kalasa and then to Kudremukh. Since the first bus to Sringer was at 6am, we got up at 4am itself and went to the bus stand around 5.30am. Our plan was to visit Kudremukh where there are couple of waterfalls nearby. But after the tiring journey till Kalasa, where we reached around 9.30 am, we were told by a local shop owner that there is nothing to see in and around Kudremukh as there are not many ppl in that town ever since the Famous KIOCL was shut down. Thankfully we decided to trim our trip plan by removing Kudremukh from the list. Instead we decided to go to Hornad directly which is 8km from Kalasa. We managed to get a shared Auto to reach to Hornad.

Horanadu is a beautiful temple town. The nature here is so beautiful that you will stand for a while after you get down from your vehicle to take a 360degree look of the place. The temple which is dedicated to godess Annapoorneshwari is very famous. There will be Anna dasoha every day from 12.30pm to 2pm. The temple complex is very big and serene. Within a 15km radius from the main temple, there are two more temples – Amruteshwara temple dedicated to Lord Shiva and Ganesha temple. The nature view from Ganesha temple which is slightly at the middle of a hill nearby, is too good. One can see the Main temple from here. Any auto wallah will take you to these two places for 100Rs.

After a sumptuous meal at the sacred temple, we came out of the dining complex and went to a shop within the temple premises. This shop markets the products of SDM rural welfare programme society and are famous for their quality. We buyed the things which are famous in Malnad – The coffee and tea powder, Kashaya, Puliyogare mix etc. We had good 1hr to be spent before the next bus to Sringeri comes. But the time just flew watching the beauty of nature.

The journey to Sringeri was expectedly tiring due to the extra congested Bus, blaring audio, and incessant rains through out the route. Also, I was getting strained due to continuous journey and not-so-good health. 3 hours of journey finally ended when the bus reached another nature-beauty town of Sringeri. Rain had slowed down thankfully when we reached the town.

The huge temple complex of Sringeri is jus magnificient. We reached around 5.30 Pm which meant we had just 1hr till the next bus to Shimogga leaves from the town. So we had to hurry up. As soon as we entered, we were told that the Head swamiji of Sringeri mutt is giving Darshan at the Ashram which is located at the back of the huge temple complex. We walked towards the direction of Ashram. It was spectacular beauty all around. There was a bridge which connects the temple complex with the back side where the Ashram is located. When you look around the river while walking over the bridge, you will understand what the Malnad region beauty is. The rain, sunset rays, water flowing in the river everything looked like as if some award winning painting had taken life all of a sudden and is present in front of you. It was just brilliant.

We spent almost half an hour at the ashram and then next half an hour we rushed to visit the different temples within the complex. After waiting for about 30mins outside, we got a bus to shimogga. I was little disturbed by the fact that we had to waste 30mins simply for the bus instead of spending that in temple. I wondered why ppl didn’t tell us correct timings. Later we came to know that due to heavy rains, the pvt bus operators had cancelled off all their trips to Shimogga. Luckily we had managed to get KSRTC bus and reached Shimogga around 10PM.

I was dead tired when we finally made it to Lic guest house after just-for-survival dinner. If not for the dirtiness-obsessed people, the town is decently clean. I didn’t had much energy to even think and argue more about this with my bro and mom and just slipped to bed.

If our gust house caretaker hadn’t knocked at 6.45Am on the door, we wouldn’t have got up at even 10am I guess. Unwillingly, I had to get up dragging my aching feet to bathroom. We got ready at around 9pm and started toward Jog Falls around 10am. The journey takes 3hrs and hell lot of pvt buses are there.

I have an apprehension before I proceed to describe about the beauty of the falls. Reason being, I know that how much ever I try to explain it, it will not stand up to the level. You need to see the place and enjoy the beauty yourself. From the main place, you can view all the 4 falls – Raja, Rani, Roller and Rocket. But unfortunately thick clouds had covered the place and out wait turned futile as it never showed the signs of either flowing away or evaporating thru rains. But we hired a taxi there to see each of the falls from different points. At the first place where he stopped, we had to walk a few steps down and then we can see the 3 falls (I don’t exactly remember which ones they were). There is the famous Mungaru Male spot here where the shooting of the movie took place. The Spot is indeed very nice where you can see water of the falls flowing down vertically from its origin point. Unfortuanately here again, we couldn’t see the depth properly due to the clouds. But however, as and when the clouds where clearing for a few mins, the sight of the falls appearing at the back was so spectacular. The wait for this breath taking scenery was worth all the strain taken to reach there.

Finally we reached shimogga at evening. I had no energy left in my body now. The 4days trip had come to end. We were discussing about which place we liked more. I voted for Chickmagalur. Don’t know what was the verdict of the poll since I dozed off without my knowledge. The Volvo bus took us back to Bangalore withink 5hrs against the usual 6hrs taken normally by other buses.

It is now BAU life from the next day L. Groan.

=Not(BAU Monday)

Prerequisite before reading:
For this post, if you are not a software engineer you need to go thru the following jargons and concepts being used -
BAU - Business As usual - used to refer to the the things which has not changed.
Shuttle - Company bus.
Bang1 - Code name of my office branch situated in cunningham road.
Meaning of the title - i guess you will make it out. It tells that this story of my experience on monday was not BAU ;)

The night of Sunday 21^st was rocking since it was the bday party of my friend. We enjoyed a lot and naturally tired when we reached home.

Next day being Monday, I had to get up early. Surprisingly, I got up before my annoying alarm could make terrible noise and invite trouble from my elder bro. it was very pleasant to see that the hot water was ready for me to take bath. Not every day you will get up to see that everything roll out so smoothly, hot water-pressed clothes-special breakfast-hot tea. Everything went so smooth that when I stepped out of home I realized that I have good 10 mins to walk to my bus stop. That means I need not run or make a last minute - “I’m there. Please stop the shuttle” call to my friend.

As I reached the stop walking elegantly, there was a pleasant surprise waiting for me. We had got a new shuttle. Instead of usual bone-breaking-age-old Swaraj Mazda cab, we had a brand new AC mini bus. I couldn’t believe myself. I read and re read the route # displayed on the shuttle windscreen. It read B1-16. Yes that is ours I said to myself and fellow colleagues. The bus stopped in front of us. The driver gave full 40watt smile to me to say as if he purchased this vehicle for me. The automatic door opened smoothly allowing us to enter and take seat inside. The ride was so pleasant that within minutes we were in front of Bang1 gate. I was still adjusting the AC ventilator above my head and had to rush down when my friends started laughing.

I was in full Feel-good mood today as I entered the office campus and eventually into the bay. A few Security guards friends of mine were also very happy as they had got brand new uniforms which made them look like Air force soldiers. I exchanged smile with them while going to the bay. Before I could swipe my Access card, I realized that I had still my iPod earphones plugged to my ears!! I had forgotten to deposit it in reception. Before I could rush back to reception I observed something strange near the door. As I was wondering what it was, I noticed that all the warning boards near the door have disappeared!!! I happily moved inside after the guard assured me that the rules are changed. I could hardly believe myself.

There were more surprises in store for me as I entered the bay. I was telling myself that all the surprises will sometimes happen on one single day. Inside the bay I could see that not a single person was in formals. Jeans, T shirts, Floaters!! Man, where am I? I asked myself. When I asked my friend, I found out that the dress code policy has been revoked. I think my Accenture mail box was full because of which this “Very Important” mail had bounced and fallen out of the box. I cursed at myself for having come in Formals which made me look like a alien coming from some unknown planet. Slowly I started feeling the over dosage of surprises. The stone-age old systems were replaced by brand new ones. LCD monitors, ultra speed internet a refreshing-new-look cafeteria with multiple caterers offering mouth watering food and beverages, the reconstructed Rec-room with brand new games, sprawling Gym, phew!!!! I started feeling giddy with host of changes around me. I could take it no more. I badly wanted to share these things with my friend working in a Product development company who I hated because of his never ending –my-company-your-company comparisons. Suddenly I felt a great urge to talk to him. But the fact that I don’t have his number made me to think alternative ways to reach to him. The bulb switched on inside my brain and I thought of chatting with him thru Gtalk since all the restrictions were removed for surfing the net. Excitingly I typed – www.gmail.com on the IE address bar. As I hit the Enter button on my keypad suddenly high beeping voice started coming from nowhere. It was so annoying. I was afraid for a moment thinking that it all started because of me trying to open gmail. I tried my level best to stop this irritating noise. Just then I realized that someone kicked me hardly and at the same time the noise also stopped. It didn’t take me another minute to think that it was BAU. My bro- a die hard Akshay kumar fan, had in his BAU move kicked me and stopped the alarm simultaneously. I Had to rush to bath room to switch on geyser for hot water, press the clothes, get ready hurriedly. No matter how much I try, I will never be able to catch the shuttle in the stop and had to call up my friend to stop it wherever it was at that moment. As I ran to the spot I found out the same old bone breaking vehicle and I’ve-never-smiled-in-my-life driver cursing at me. The bumpy ride made me hold all possible supports available so that I can sit safely at my seat till I reached the office. When I got down, I thanked god for making me reach safely. I deposited my Pod at the reception, smiled at the friendly security guards, exchanged a few words with them and reached the bay door. But before I could swipe the access card, I found something strange at the door. What is it? I kept thinking. Ah got it, there was this notice sticked on the glass door. As I read it, my jaws dropped, heart started working so fast as if Bollywood star Katrina Kaif’s Wallpaper is sticked there. The Notice read “Effective July 1^st, Camera Phones are not allowed inside Kitty Hawk bays”. I prayed to god asking him to make this one also a dream. But no, I had to accept the reality when I pinched myself and found out that I’m very much awake.

Moral of the story – don’t dream on Monday Morning.

A blog post for my dearest sis

This post is dedicated exclusively for my sis and the Sunday trip of 25^th july 2010.

I’ve a new motivation for writing blog now - My dearest sister. She reads all my blog entries. And this she told me after reading all the blogs I’ve written so far. [oops its 10mins to 12am, need to hurry] I know you would be laughing n smiling Nikitha. Go on and read the postJ.

Well the day started little early as we had planned to go on a day long trip visiting near by places. There cannot be a better example than this for coincidence. The previous night ma, me n my bro were sitting in front of comp n discussing where to go for our trip on Sunday. Right at the same time, my cute sister pinged me in FB!! There was no second thought and I asked her to join us tomorrow in our trip. She sought some time to check with her mom for permission. I kept my finger crossed. And then immediately after 5mins she came to give me the good news that she would join us the next day.

If I note down each and every funny moment we had that day, I would end up writing another novel on this topic J. But, let me jott down a few hard-to-forget Kodak moments. Well the whole day experience for my sis, if I’m not wrong, would have been like watching My Autograph movie of Kannada I can say. And she agreed to this that day. The first stop for that day was the middle school in kunigal where I studied good 12years back! Me n bro were too excited. Nikitha ended up hearing to all our prankster-incidences and other histories. After that the next stop was the cool, spiritual and historically famous place called Yediyur. After getting the blessings from god there, we moved straight to Hebbur Lakshmi temple which is on the way to Tumkur frm Kunigal. How can I forget the funniest moment we had here? The whole purpose of writing this blog was to record this moment. My sis was struggling to finish of the rice served to her. Needless to say, she had pushed all the cooked vegetables of sambar to the corner of the leaf. But the place where she sat, the corner of the line, can hardly miss the radar of the temple volunteer. And naturally when the volunteer requested/announced/ordered not to waste the food considering it was Prasad of the divine deity, my cute sis had no other option left but to start eating the vegetable pieces one by one. It was one of the most funniest moment that I would cherish for my life J. My mom paused for a while to complete laughing and then continued having her food. I was looking for this golden moment that day. I used this as key to tease my lovely sis throughout the day even at the time of dropping her home and wishing bye.

After the food, we left to Tumkur where we visited our family friend’s home. Nikitha had pleasant shock of her life there. The uncle and aunt there immediately identified her when we told who she is. “Oh Chik papu iddaga nodidvi ninna. Kunigal ge bandaga. Olledamma” was the common reaction of both. Nikitha gaped at me for a while before I told her how they know her and only then she started digesting the fact. I strongly believe that none of us at home there ever realized how fast the time flew. It was 4.30 PM before we pleaded them to leave us so that we can visit the last two places in our list – Devrayana durga and Namada chilume.

It was 5.45 PM by the time we reached the peak point of DD hills. It was awesome feeling at the top most point. The weather, chilling winds, drizzling rain etc were catalyst for our excitement. We took some memorable snaps and then visited the namada chilume where we spent another half an hour before starting towards Bangalore which was good 70 Km from there. Nikitha – I wont share how much you were afraid when we were passing through the dense jungle of DD till we reached the nearest town J You will scold me.

Well, like any other thing in life, this golden day also came to end when I dropped Nikitha to her home at 9PM. Another wonderful day of my life ended with lots of memorable moments. Thank you Nikitha dear. Be lively always and succeed in whatever you do in life.