A Haunting summer down under in Australia which never read
India won and the crushing defeats in the Carlton Mid One-Day International
Tri-series, which just sucked the morale of the team and the rest of the
Indians, back home to a new low much ahead of the Cricket world cup.
Whole of media and the so called self-acclaimed critics
hurled at the Men in Blue and their leader. It was so disheartening to demean
Dhoni and his boys with the Cricket world cup just ahead. Every time when those sick people hurled him and his men in the media,
he just kept calm, backed and safe guarded his boys just like any mother would
never give his kid up during the lean patches.
I did quiver like many others did “what are these boys in the blue and their captain up to in this most
trivial Cricket world cup? The defending champions are going to be humiliated
like never before and we are going to give it back very easily without a
valiant fight at all”.
Trust me we all knew it even before the WC started that “The Coveted trophy is not going to be ours
this time and we are going to easily give it back”. It was a collective
team effort from there on, a fairy tale turn around, a dream run from nowhere coupled
with the tactical brilliance of the astute craftsman Mahendra Singh Dhoni. You
can never deny that whatsoever.
Yes we weren’t even at our best, we beat our arch rivals
Pakistan comprehensively and the fairy tale continued when the most daunting
task was comprehensively accomplished in style when we convincingly defeated
the mighty Proteas who were the favorites in the tournament very.
We knew it had to stop somewhere, the winning streak was
supposed to be halted by any of the better teams and it happened against one
such cricketing super power who were any day better than us throughout the
tournament, the mighty Aussies.
We were impractical and greedy enough if we had wanted India
to lift the world cup. Pragmatic people knew that India has had a decent world
cup if not the best one. We cannot ask for anything more from a team that has
had a poor run before the commencement of the world cup.
77/80 wickets, bowling out the opposition 7 times, 10
continuous wins in the WC campaigns, 7 consecutive wins, no losing of wickets
during the power play 7 consecutive times, some brilliant bowling spells, some
splendid batting display and some magnificent fielding display is no joke at
all from a team which were under dogs earlier, which had no big names with the
ball, which were away from the home for almost 5 months, which had to adapt to
a different climate.
Come on boys Chin up, we have had a good run in the WC. We
need to be sensible here; there is no big difference between the disheartened
Bangladesh fans who still keeps cribbing about the no ball and the Indian fans
who blame Anushka Sharma for the poor performance of Virat Kohli. We may win
another world cup in the future but trust me there is not going to be yet
another MS Dhoni for us. There can be only one Dhoni; nobody else can ever come
close to his legacy and genius.
In a span of 8 years we have won 3 major ICC events, we lived
the dream along with Sachin Tendulkar after 28 long years. We have been a super
power in cricket. Dhoni and his boys have given us numerous reasons to
celebrate, shout out of joy and happiness and have even made the dormant
patriotic Indian in us peep out many a times.
It isn’t fair by any means to degrade and demean the boys
just because of a single defeat that too in a semifinal against a better side.
Success isn’t always about winning the trophies; champions aren’t measured by
the number of trophies it’s about the passion, drive, commitment and the
collective effort put forth. Our captain and his men were valiant enough to
have won it 7/8 times in the tournament.
People, we are gifted to have a captain who has taken India to glory more than a hundred times, blessed to have a leader like whom other teams long to have one, a Captain who has always been
humble when his team won and gracious to let it go and blame no one but him
when we lost, a captain who has never played the blame game on others and who
has always given credit to his boys when it was due, a leader who has never gloated
in the limelight of others.
Thank you MS and the boys for the beautiful memories all
throughout the tournament. It’s time you and your men spend some good time with
your family before the IPL extravaganza begins. Well MS your princess is waiting
to be held by the arms that won and held so many coveted trophies for the
nation, go hold and hug her. The very moment of holding
the little bunch of joy shall eclipse all the bad memories you and the boys
have had so far.
It’s time we spare the boys and our captain some love for all
that they have given us. One bad game and we shouldn’t forget the seven
brilliant wins that our team put up. For a man who has told his wife “She is
only the third most important thing after his country and his parents” all I
wish is I could just go give him a tight hug and say keep your heads high
captain, you and your boys have done us proud and we all love you and will
continue to bleed blue whatsoever! Another Proud Indian, Mukunth Bhaskaran
Hey People,
how have you been doing? It’s been ages since I reviewed a movie, only for the
reason that I did not happen to see a movie off late that created an impact in
me. Yes, I review only the
movies that are close to my heart. Nevertheless I have missed reviewing many
good movies in the recent times.
Okay here we
go, let me walk you through my beautiful experience of watching the blockbuster
Kannada movie “Lucia” remade in Tamil as “Enakkul Oruvan”. Prasath Ramar, the
Director of Enakkul Oruvan has indeed given us a Master Piece, he has sublimely done the
narration. Prasath’s work doesn't look like someone who has just made his debut
through this movie.
The Protagonist
is Actor Siddharth, Blimey, what does Siddharth do to stay smart and fit as
ever is still a mystery? Siddharth as Vicky has outperformed everybody in the
movie to be frank; this movie shall take actor Siddharth to an all new level of
brilliance and acting. Female lead Deepa Sannidhi as Divya has done her role to
nothing short of sheer perfection; she is bound to go places and indeed is a
revelation. “Aadukalam” fame Naren as always never ceases to amuse us with his
naturally gifted acting skills.
The plot is a
psychological thriller or a fantasy that we as a Tamil audience would have
never witnessed before, Vicky (Siddharth) is a torch-shiner in an old run down
theatre in reality and a chocolate boy and female fawning rock star actor in
his dreams. The Non Linear story telling is kind off new to Tamil Cinema and is
indeed worth the brag. The stories of Vicky (Both in Dream and reality) move
forward instantaneously and harmoniously shifting between reality and the dream
world. Vicky suffers from insomnia and during one sleepless night, he
meets a drug dealer who suggests him to take the magic pill “Lucia” which makes
a dis satisfied man in reality to lead the life that he wants to live, in his
own dreams or in the world of “Lucia”.
The way the complexity
in the movie gets to unfold is an absolute ecstasy to watch. I don’t want to be
a spoilsport by narrating you the entire plot because, the Director has
narrated it brilliantly and beautifully on the screen that anybody can never narrate by writing.
Leo John Paul,
the editor has done commendably well in what is supposed to be an intricate
story telling that shifts between the dream world and the real world. The
screenplay wasn’t lucid, it did drag many a times in the first half but the
drag indeed proved that the new way of storytelling is worth the brag.
The Movie has
got two heroes as such one is Siddharth and the other one is the rock-star Santhosh
Narayanan and his music. All his songs and BGM are witchcraft and a magic spell
to the film that keeps you spell bound and engrossed all through out. With the song “Prabhalamagavey”, the actor,
Producer, Director Siddharth turns a singer too. What on earth this man Siddharth
cannot do?
Thanks to the
Producers CV Kumar, Varun Manian, YNot Sashi and Abinesh Elangovan for having
witness us such a high quality and a thought provoking movie “Enakkul Oruvan”,
More power and success to all those above who produced such a wonderful movie
for the Tamil Audience. Trust me people it’s going to be a visual delight for
you.
Last but not
least, thanks to Pawan Kumar, the director of the original Kannada master piece
“Lucia”, without Pawan Kumar, the classy “Enakkul Oruvan” would not have been
possible.
VERDICT: 'Your
small life is somebody's big dream” and this small dream of the Team “Enakkul
Oruvan” will leave you mesmerized. DO NOT MISS IT.
Hello People, It gives me an
immense pleasure in welcoming you all to my first post of 2015.
ANew Year and a new
beginning, and I wish all my readers’ very happy and prosperous new years
ahead. Maturity is when we understand that a New Year has got nothing to do
with the change of fortunes but the attitude with which we approach the newer
years and I am not an exception; I fall among the many others who
superstitiously believe every New Year shall bring in the much needed change of
fortunes way better than the previous years.
I always wanted to visit the city
of Hyderabad, not because of its historical importance, not just because my
history teacher or the history books had a lot of story to tell about it, not
because it is a metropolitan city, not because it is the fourth most populous
city in India, not because Hyderabad is thesixth
most populous urban agglomeration in India, not because my
favorite commentator whom I try to emulate or follow the most Mr. Harsha Bhogle
was born there and not because it’s the place that gave us the Cricketing
legend Very Very Special (VVS) Laxman. The above reasons and the statistics
apart, I wanted to visit to the city only because I have some awesome friends
who hail from the “Hyder’s Abode”/Hyderabad.
23rdJanuary,
2015 (Friday):
After a not so great lunch at the
destination, I was in a hurry and utmost excitement to leave the office just
like how a school going kid would be longing for the last period bell to ring,
like how the Indian tail Enders and Shikhar Dhawan will be in a hurry to get
back to the pavilion in no time. I was eagerly waiting for the clock to tick 4
so as to move out of office and start to Hyderabad. Thanks to my friend Shubham
Bhardwaj who took care of my pending and impending works for the whole weekend.
At least I would say I was freaking excited if not for Kavita, Uday, Praneeth
or Roshini because it was my first ever trip to Hyderabad.
Uday reached the office bang on
time, sharp at 4 to pick us up and was waiting for us at the upper basement
with a brand new Maruti Suzuki Wagon-R. It didn’t take much of time for
Praneeth and I to reach the basement followed by Roshini from her office nearby
and at last Kavita came who was held up for a while.
With the big bazaar signal giving
us a green signal and with the seat belts on, the 5 of us (Kavita, Roshini,
Praneeth, Uday and I)left the office campus say at 4.45 in the evening. The
sound system’s first song was “Chinni Chinni Aasalu” from the blockbuster movie
Manam which Roshini felt was the talisman or the lucky charm for any successful
long trip. Within some few minutes of the travel we had to cross the Kadugodi
ground where in we played some good amount of Cricket together and then the
Delhi Mahal which was almost the favorite Friday lunch destination for all the
friends of mine (Priya, Sunil, Paul and Vineeth are not to be spared here), it
evoked a tinge of nostalgia in me for all the good times we, as a team and
friends spent together.
A journey of “n”
number of miles begins with the first toll plaza in India, and there came in
the first toll plaza of the trip, it was just the beginning for the “n” number
of toll gates that had to follow. There was no looking back for the
next one hour until we spotted a tender coconut vendor. Probably it was one of the
tasteless tender coconut we would have ever imagined to have. We resumed the
journey with some Tamil numbers on the sound system this time. After Roshini’s
call, there came in the Magic of the Mozart of Madras to sweep us off our feet,
“Ennodu Nee Irundhal” from the Shankar’s magnum opus “I”. Trust me when I
say this, AR Rahman had Indeed ripped it off from the God’s own IPOD, such a
divine and a soul stirring composition. Probably the music system would have
lost the count of the number of times “Ennodu Nee Irundhal” was played.
I am eternally
grateful to Music, as it has always been there for me whenever I felt low or
lonely.
Drenched in some divine music it
took a while for us for the next tea and snack break. There was no looking back
then, Uday mutated himself into a F1 Racer there was no slow down or
deceleration. 120 kmph was the average speed; we were covering a good 80-90 kms
an hour easily. The much needed next tea break was at Anantapur. With Hyderabad
nearly around 180 kms, we halted for the supper at a Dhaba.
The most beautiful
and important things in life are the easiest to obtain: Great friends and Good
food. Some great friends were already there along with me, it was time to
get some good food and the food over there was indeed sumptuous.
“Music is to the
Soul as food is to the body”.
With some heavy dinner and a light
heart we started marching towards Hyderabad. Shiva Reddy and Sunil were
fervently waiting for us to arrive more than anybody, it was evident from the
way they kept calling us every now and then as to ask where we had reached thus
far. The girls in the car were fast asleep.
Selfie is the Order of these days
24th January, 2015
(Saturday):
It was around 12 am when we reached
Jadcherla, and found that the car ran out of fuel. After having filled the
petrol, we reached the outskirts of the Hyderabad in no time. One hour later,
Hyderabad it was, the beautiful 11 kms long flyover from the outer ring road
was a testament to that lovely metropolitan city. Friends around me started
show casing their immense patriotism for their home soil, they were explaining
about the buildings and areas from there on. The Fish like construction was
indeed eye catchy. 11 kms in fewer than 7 minutes, as we came to the end of the
Flyover, the five happy faces inside the car beamed with joy looking at 3 more
happy faces that were waiting for us at around 2 am.
“I’ve learned that
waiting is the most difficult bit in our lives, but not when you wait for your
friends to come”
Sunil, Rohit and Shiva were damn
too happy to have been waiting for us; it was evident from their innocent
smiles that welcomed us to the city. Thanks to Uday for we all had a comfy
drive more than what an Airavat could have given us. We boarded a fancy numbered
Innova of Shiva Reddy; Rohit’s place at Miyapur was the first destination.
After having dropped Roshini and Kavita at Roshini’s place, Uday and Sunil were
back in no time to the bountiful Janapriya Apartments where Rohit stayed all
alone. Rohit’s apartment was more like a labyrinth maze. Uday and Sunil had
already got lost once.
Sunset from Rohit's Balcony
We reached Rohit’s alluring 2 BHK;
it never looked like a bachelor’s stay at all. Rohit had indeed kept the home
too clean and beautiful. With some regards having exchanged amidst us all
started feeling hungry as it was already 3.30 in the morning. It was time for
Shiva Reddy to unleash his culinary skills and he did that to perfection, he
made me delicious veg pasta for I was the only vegetarian there and some
mouthwatering egg burji for the others. It didn’t satiate our hunger, On
Sunil’s call; we were later taken to the famous“Shree Purna
Tiffin Centre”at Yousufguda. I was told by Sunil that the drivers of
celebrities would flurry in to this particular hotel to get their owners the
utterly butterly delicious breakfast from there. It was just 5.45 am in the
morning, and there were already people inside an Audi and a BMW that were
waiting for the hotel to open. The food indeed swept us off the feat, the Ghee
idly with the podi and the chutney was just out of the world, it was heaven
early in the morning, thank you Sunil and Shiva for having taken us to such an
awesome breakfast, the travel of some 15-20 kms for that Particular food was
indeed worth the brag.
“Don’t we get way
too much happiness from good food?” I got that
for all the two days that I stayed at Hyderabad. SVM sports inn was the next
destination. Shiva Reddy took us to the SVM sports inn that was there at the
Jubilee hills. We were probably the first set of people to reach there. It all
started with some veg starters, non-veg starters and a mock tail and went on
and on and on. With some karaoke on the background, Roshini broke everyone’s
Ice and indolence by giving her stellar performance by singing “the
Cranberries- Zombie” to mere perfection. It was 11 pm when Uday and Kavita
tendered the bill for such an awesome party they threw for us. It was a night
out from there on, the next halt was Roshini’s call; it was “Creamstones
Concepts” at Kukatpally.
“We can’t buy
happiness but then we can buy ice creams and that’s the kind of same thing”
Thanks to Roshini for those
palatable Ice Creams that were as big as a full meal for everybody. Rajiv
Gandhi International Airport Hyderabad and the freaking crazy go carting out
there was the next halt. 2.30 am and when the stomach started whining for food,
Uday was yet again generous enough to have taken us to the MCDonald’s out there
at the Airport. Uday and Kavita were at their unstinting best those two days.
That's a 2 am Snack at McDonalds and Uday is Protecting himself from the H1N1 Scare
It would not be fair if I don’t
mention about Shiva Reddy here, having sacrificed his complete sleep the
previous night, he did that again the very next day for his friends. Sunil, you
are indeed gifted to have got such good friends, as Mark Twain quoted“Good
friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
We were back home at 3.45 am only
to hit the sack as we all were deadly tired like someone who just completed his
marathon running and it was indeed a marathon day.
25th January, 2015
(Sunday):
When the clock ticked 5.45am
Kavita, Uday and I were all set to visit the Visa granting Balaji as he had
already granted them their US Visas hands down, while others were just about to
enter the second stage of their subconscious mind we had already left the house.
"Visa Balaji"'s Residence - Chilkur
A visit to this temple reminded me
that USA is still a land of dreams for many of us here in India. Praneeth also
accompanied us as he had to get down at the nearest railway station to board
his train to Warangal on our way to Visa Balaji’s visit. Kavita and Uday had to
complete their remaining 54 Pradakshina’s as they had already completed their
first 54 out of the vowed total of 108 pradakshinas. I accompanied them with
many others in the crowded but a very small temple, 54 pradakshinas almost took
us some 105 minutes. The Priest over there was very jovial and fun loving much
to everyone’s excitement; he made the Pradakshinas to look less tiresome with
his hilarious but thought provoking words.
An hour later I reached my College
Friend’s place at Gachibowli. It was around 12 when my friend Navaneetha
Krishnan picked me up from Gachibowli flyover to his place. After a short nap,
we both had a sumptuous lunch at the Banana Leaf restaurant that was nearby. It
was around 5 pm when I had to board my bus back to home. Navanee accompanied me
so as to send me off. There ends my 2 exhilarating days of happiness at
Hyderabad.
Any journey in life is best
measured in friends, rather than miles. I had some beautiful friends who made
the 2 beautiful days at Hyderabad an eternally indelible and immortal one.
It doesn’t matter
where you are going; it’s who you have along with you.Without
any second thoughts, Hyderabad was beautiful but it looked even more beautiful
probably because of my friends who accompanied me.
And to my friends out there,I
always wanted to watch a Tamil movie with you all, in particular a Vijay Movie.
I wish we had relished the magic of the five letter spell "Vijay" and his all new Tamil Blockbuster of 2014 “Kaththi” together, but
nevertheless there is always a next Vijay Movie.
Probably the next trip of ours
shall be to the Athens of the east (Madurai) may be after Paul and Vineeth gets
back to India. I will be more than happy to have you all out there.
Post
Scriptum:
Dear Kavita and Uday,
Thanks a lot for those two beautiful
days of awesomeness that I had at Hyderabad; I would have never ever visited
Hyderabad had you people not forced me to come.
Thank you Praneeth, Roshini, Sunil,
Rohit and Shiva for the beautiful company that you people gave me.
Colleagues as
friends in an irksome office form the strongest friendships they may ever know
with each other.Thanking you people for enriching my life in ways you people will never know,
if at all happiness could be measured it shall be measured with the number of
friends like you.True friends are
bound to be friends forever immaterial of the distance, language and what so
ever it may be.
You guys were indeed so very nice
to me and I felt very special after a long time and I believe that I won’t be
spared or left behind for any of the future trips that shall be on your cards
even after I quit CG.
Trust me Paul, Swati, Vineeth and
Priya you all were truly, badly and dearly missed.
Hello all, it gives me an immense
pleasure in catching you all yet again, a belated happy and a blessed Easter to
all my friends and readers, and not to forget the little master and the God of Cricket, Sachin Tendulkar turns 41 today. Older the fiddler, sweeter the tune. Has India found someone who is as good as the master who united the diversified Indians belonging to varied caste, creed, region, religion, language and what not? Unity in Diversity and Sachin Tendulkar... can there be any other two synonymous phrases that would go hand in hand? I would go with a big noooo....
For an introvert like me, who was
already lost in the transition from college life to corporate life due to the
apparent insecurity or coyness or whatsoever you would name it, what could have
been the one X factor that should have brought me out of the shell called
shyness? Yes, I may not be open to many, I am usually personified to be quiet
and to be frank I really don’t know how to grab attention like few others. So
if I like you enough, I will show you the real me, you must consider yourself
to be someone special in me. My shyness has ruined so many good opportunities.
Yes I do confess that I am shy at first, most people don’t find the time to get
to know the real me and those people who tried to explore me, despite my
shyness, have now become my best buddies all throughout my thick and thin.
The Strangers who became colleagues (From the left Praneeth,Kavita,Uday,Rohit, Roshni, Sunil,Paul,Swathi, Santhosh, Mukunth)
I
consider myself to be fortunate enough to have found few strangers who later
turned to be my colleagues and those colleagues and their family who later
mutated to be my buddies. People please don’t panic, thisisn’t an
autobiography. Let’s get into the topic of interest now.
Yes it was my second tour with my office
friends, the first one being the beautiful and the all extempore Gokarna trip.
Being away from home and being away from your School and college friends regardlessof the pay you get, what is the one thing that keeps
you bonded to the office life, that keeps you moving forward with joy and an
exuberant excitement and that keeps your professional life engaged without
getting bored in the so called politically biased and the partially prejudiced corporate
life? Yes it is your colleagues who turn into your camaraderie and the rapport
you develop with them.
The Colleagues who turned into Buddies
The Colleagues who turned close pals here
are: Paul,Praneeth,Kavita,Sunil,Vineeth,Roshni,Santhosh,Priya,Rohit,Akash, I (Mukunth) and
last but not the least Uday and Swathi who are the better halves of Kavita and
Paul respectively. Everyone mentioned above are idiosyncratic and versatile.
They are more than just friends with whom you intend to share anything and
everything in this world without any hesitation in the course of time as and
when you get acclimatized to them. The beauty of this kind of
friendship/Relationship is that there is nothing called a boy's thing or a
girl's thing to be hidden from each other. No gender discrimination, we all
fell under only one category that has been beautifully christened as
"FRIENDS". Be honest to yourself and you can be best friends with a
guy or girl with the same kind of intimacy that you would have with the person
of the same gender.
Once again we all found a beautiful
place to get lost, this time in the God's Own Country, Kerala (Wayanad). Like
how most of my Chennai friends jinxed the perennial Bangalore weather, it
became damn worse and sultry hot as that of Chennai. So we thought we would
land up in some hill station to enjoy the climate, after a series scrutinization
we ended up in Wayanad. Everything was perfectly planned much in advance this
time. As usual few dropped out due to unavoidable circumstances. I still wonder
has there been any trip with a gang of over 12+ in it where in people have
never dropped out till the end?
The All Scenic Pookot Lake
Let me brief you about my friends who
were supposed to make it to the trip, Pleasing, jovial and a gregarious Paul
and Vineeth, The all geeky Praneeth, Patience Personified and a happy go lucky Kavita
and Swathi who will always be there to take care of everyone in the gang and to
make you not to feel aloof, The all Hilarious and a friendly Rohit and Akash,
the affable, live wire and the ever cozy Sunil and Roshni, Amiable and a warm
hearted Santhosh, Multitalented and a jovial Uday(Dancer, Singer and on top of
it an awesome Cricketer),last but not the least the cricket crazy Priya (the
girl whom any guy would love to have her as his friend just because she follows
cricket closely) girls who follow cricket are very few and one among them is
you... hardly I have seen girls follow cricket and I was awestruck with her
freaking crickenomics apart from her amicable nature. Unfortunately our camera
man Vineeth, Priya and the all new dad Akash had to drop out.
Praneeth and Paul were well ahead with
the perfect planning and execution this time, as we had ample time in prior.
The Friday at the office was even more frenzy than the usual ones. Without any
second thoughts, the sheer anticipation about the trip brought in the wild
excitement and the delirium that made the day move faster. Paul and Praneeth
were the trip organizer this time. We all were supposed to assemble at Kavita
and Uday's place say at 7.30pm. I would personally advise every one of you to
always have a grace period of an extra half an hour whenever you plan something
especially in the Traffucked Bangalore. After a huge hiatus I was able to reach
Kavita's place only after everyone had already arrived. Much to everyone’s
surprise and happiness we had a cute little guest who was the center of
attraction for the next few hours at the terrace. It was Avyaan (Who was Just
180 days old, Akash Junior) who had come all the way just to see and play with
us.
The All Excited people at Fish Spa
After a brief Pizza dinner which
attributed to bit of drama in the delivery and the supper, we had to bid adieu
to Akash and family as they were in two minds whether to join us for the tour
or not. Hope Avyaan grows sooner and Joins us for our upcoming trips. Thanks to
Santhosh for getting some good music and movies loaded for the trip.
It was around 12 am when we started
playing Ragini MMS 2 and people fell fast asleep within no time. So the cab was
called around 1 am with everyone all set ablaze with their back packs and luggage
moved to the ground deck to board the cab. Finding a good driver is as
important as finding your life partner, in both the cases our precious life is
at stake. We were lucky enough to have had Mr. Nagaraju as our driver. He drove
the Tempo traveler very subtly and he was patient and silence personified all throughout.
So with bits and drabs of sleep we reached the forest entrance say around 5.30
am. It was pretty cold and we thought the weather would be the same as wewere
marching towards the God's Own Country whereas on the contrary it never seemed
to be hill station as it went on to resemble the same Bangalore weather in no
time.
The Trial selfie which paved way for the best in the business
After a brief photo session near the Road
tax toll plaza we went on to halt at Sulthan Bathery for breakfast. As no one
had freshened up and brushed we went on to buy parcel so as to take in the home
stay where we were supposed to lodge in.Yes we reached Kerala by then, our built
in 576 Mega pixel camera called eye confirmed it, as we were able to spot
people with Dhotis and dense dark oiled hair and until vodafone beeped with a
message of welcome to Kerala and a happy Roaming message. This time it was
Praneeth's Lumia 525 which came in handy with the GPS for us. Thanks to the 31+
satellites zipping around the world that made us navigate bang on to the
destination every time we typed one. The Trip Advisor website played spoilsport
as we headed to a home stay which was scenic but then that was never meant for
our crowd that had come only for partying.
Bit of heated argument followed by the
light hearted hospitality of the guy over there melted us, it was say around
9.30 am until our stomach started cribbing and grumbling for food. We had to
procrastinate our hunger until we reach the next home stay. The Kurkure, Lays, Gems,
Silk, Kitkat etc that were left untouched vanished within no time. The
Squealing stomach that was cribbing for food didn’t stop Sunil and Roshni’s photo
shoots over there. So Vinu or Binu or Manu (The discovery and the fact was that
90% of the Mallu guy's name ends with a "NU") we reached the guy who
was instrumental in booking us our home stay. So in no time we moved away from
the wonky, muddy road that literally seemed to be a Quagmire, to the main road
where that Binu had asked us to assemble. Binu took us to the home stay which
he had given us in the mail. It was pretty eye catchy from outside but then it didn’t
have the AC we had requested for.
Selfless Selfie at its best... The Seflie which would be cherished for the ages to come
We had no other go but to settle down there
as we were freaking hungry and tired. Idli, Kadla Curry, Puttu which had never
been my favorite seemed to be a sumptuous breakfast for the kind of hunger we
all were stricken to. It literally meant elixir of life to most of us at that
instant.
After bathing and dressing up we headed
to our first site seeing for the day. Soochipara falls it was, and the God was
never kind enough to us in his own country. It was closed to due to scarcity of
water. It didn’t stop us we then headed to Chembara peak which was closed
again. Disastrous start to the trip aint it? We were never disappointed or
dejected we went inside a tea plantation and took as many snaps as one can so
as to subside or evade the disappointment that everyone were hit by. It was fun
out there. We didn’t even leave the selfie untouched. Thanks to Roshni for her
beautiful selfie that shall stand a testimony to trip and the bonding we all
had and will have so as to cherish it for the ages to come. (It would not be
fair if I don’t confess that I revisited the selfie innumerous times, which I
had lost the count already) and people with all your due permissions and patent I would like to send across the above selfie for the various selfie contests that are on the run. I am very sure we are going to win it hands down and the prizes shall be partitioned amongst the ten of us and the majority shall go to the one who clicked this.
Oh Boy...This is not a palace but the Home where we lodged in
We then moved on to the Pookot Lake,
much to everyone's bewilderment it had water, but none of us were interested in
boating as it didn’t have a ten seater so as to accommodate all of us. It was
the eye catchy fish spa that then grabbed the people's attention. Swathi,
Kavita, Praneeth, Uday and Roshni gave it a try and the rest of us enjoyed watching
them being bit and licked by the fishes. It was around 3 pm when we were all damn
hungry yet again and halted in a hotel for a Tiffin. Surprisingly the food was
too good over there. kerala Parotas, Egg Dosas and Ghee roast
made our late afternoon lunch a pretty decent one.
A series of disappointments and failures
during the expedition kindled a serious thought in Paul, which just meant we
had to party hard all night and we shouldn’t be sleeping until the next day's
dawn greets us. Paul had a terrifying punishment for everyone who felt sleepy,
it was to just go and bathe to evade the sleep.
Yes we were surrounded by water on all the four sides here
The Rain God was kind enough to shower
his blessings later that evening. We all went for a short nap so as to stay
awake all the night. Rohit and I went to a Kerala restaurant for ordering a
pompous supper. People back at the home stay were all set with the stereo
system in the terrace. Once the food was brought we moved to the terrace and therein
started the party. Some good bollywood numbers were played and people were
unleashing the innate dancers in them. To be frank except for me everyone had
discovered a Prabhu deva in them that night. Sorry Uday and Roshni, you guys
literally got your arse out in teaching me dance but it went in vain. I will
make sure that I become an improvised dancer in our next trip if at all we plan
one.
Enroute to Kuruvu Island
After some 2 hours of dance and music. We
went on to play truth and dare, which had many embarrassing questions and dares
to many of us. It was fun and we were lucky enough that none were asked to
narrate their love stories for the nth time in their life. It was around 1 am
we started having our supper which was yet another slump. Food was ok kind and
we were just able to get away with it.
Say around 2 am when people were almost
fast asleep and most of our eyes were drooping automatically, Roshni had brought
in the most interesting game of everyone's life time. “Risk” it was as the name
suggests she did risk all those small coins that were meant mandatory for play
as majority of us were totally out of control, Such a strategic game to be
played at the very wrong time. Roshni had a horrible and a strenuous time in
explaining each and every one of us the confusing game rules, as most of us
were already into our sub conscious state. Utmost fun it was. Thank you Roshni
for such a fun filled game. Make sure and check out whether you have all the
soldiers, Canons and the nights. I would rather say we were prone to conquering
the whole world at the wrong time.People fell fast asleep. (Santhosh and
Praneeth's fun filled laugh riot is skipped here, if you know what I mean). We
all slept around 4 and got up say around 8am.
The Breather of a Stream there at Kuruvu Island
After a not so great breakfast which
wasn’t worth the brag and which proved to be fatal as time crept on? We headed
towards the most beautiful Kuruvu Island (Sarcasm at its peak). A travel alongside
hills is always incomplete without motion sickness. Roshni, Paul and Rohit were
the victims of motion sickness and rest were quite immune and didn’t puke.
It was a strenuous travel from then on. We
would have travelled more than 80 kms to reach the most beautiful place on the universe
called "Kuruvu Island". Never ever miss out such a scenic beauty. It’s
a must watch and a highly recommend spot to all those who plan to visit
Wayanad. Phew after having a horrible time in the Kuruvu Island which was fun
only because of the people who were with me, we were completely drenched in
sweat and it was sultry to the core. The only sigh of relief and a breather was
the stream of water that ran there in the so called island.
The Unexpected Safari near Nagarahole Sanctuary
A Paul Praneeth Raj Capture (Don't you get a sound sleep when people around you are too sweet and too good to resist? yes, you get one and here is the proof...
It was around 4 pm when we started our
way back to Bangalore. We were lucky enough to have had a walk in the park wild
life safari near the Nagarhole National park. Deers, Elephants and the bison
were spotted. The picturesque Meander of the Kabini River swept us off the feet
as we were heading to Mysore. Hunger
took a toll on us yet again; we halted some 40 kms before Mysore for a snack
break. We plundered a bakery; Egg puffs,
Aloo bun, dil pasand, badam milk, coke and sprite pushed the people around me
to oblivion. The Bakery owner must have been the happiest man in the vicinity.
At last we reached Mysore around 7.30 pm. The next destination was hotel Mayura
Jewel rock with bit of struggle the GPS came in handy for our rescue. The food
was utterly butterly delectable over there. Thanks to Paul’s friend who had
directed us to eat there. The food was too good that the allergy that had
already crept on my face restrained me from enjoying the grandiloquent supper.
The supper was followed by a nostalgic Tonga ride around the palace. Swathi,
Roshni, Kavita and I were a part of the exciting Tonga ride. Roshni even went
to the extent of displaying her mastery and prowess in riding the horse.
Horse’s name was Gabbar Singh. It was around 10 pm when we all started to
Bangalore. It was driver Nagaraju’s heroics from there on. There was no looking
back as we landed Bangalore at around 2 am.
The All Elated Crew
There ends the beautiful and
exhilarating 2 days (12th April-13th April 2014) with my
friends and not at the so called God’s own country or Wayanad. I literally leave humbled and say this with a
candid admission from the bottom of my heart - "I will treasure this spectacular
and a home away from home association, support and camaraderie which was felt
over the years among my colleagues who turned into buddies of late. I have
learnt a great deal from every single one of you and without any second opinion
I will for sure carry a small piece of your mind with me for the days to come.
As Helen keller quoted “we would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than
alone in the light” won’t we?
Love this Pic a lot
It’s the time that creates a new buddy
to us and everything happens for a reason as we know friends are born and not
made. No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel with your friends until he
comes home and hits the sack and cherishes it soliloquizing for quite some time
before falling asleep.
Thank you everyone for your continued
patronage and your forbearing patience that made you read such a lengthy post.
Catch you all in another travelogue wherein none of us gets spared and let us
all optimistically hope that the next place turns as beautiful as that of my
friends. Happy reading…
Nostalgia
is the most powerful and a beautiful feeling that can be used to while away or
kill your time when you have got absolutely nothing to do in the office. When
you don’t have a VPN connection and when you have read through all the online
news magazines for almost the entire day and when your brain gets fatigued
staring at the screen it voluntarily seeks for your good old memories and
cherishes it to keep you active and happy.
Down the memory lane I have had beautiful friends
around me who were solely responsible for the eidetic memory I have been having
these days. The memories have been shedding gladness over the past. I thought I would recollect my beautiful pass
times during my school days so that you people can match it with all those you
had in your lives.
Fluorescent
Sketch Pen:
Many would say “Once choosing color of a sketch pen
was a tough process” I would rather say it was easy for me. It was the fluorescent
color all the way for me. Fluorescent was always the first sketch pen that I
used to pull out from the pack followed by blue. Fluorescent color had always
been an eye catchy color for me and it will always be the first color to get
over during my childhood, was it the same for you guys too?
Window
seat at the bus/Train:
My travel has always been incomplete without the
window seat either in the bus or the train. Like most of your parents, my
parents sacrifice for me ever since I had developed an immortal memory should
have started from when I was given their window seats. Yes, a window seat has
always been an additional reason other than the travel fascination, for me to
be all smiles during the first few minutes of travel. Though, Aisle seats can
never be anyone’s preference even now at first.
My
First Cycle:
Once
owning a bicycle meant conquering the whole world to me. I would have easily
been the happiest kid in the vicinity or say in the whole world when my dad had
bought me my first bicycle. My first cycle was a
small black Bazooka. I was so hard hearted, that I asked my dad and mom to push
me as I sat over the cycle from my grandfather’s home to my home (Some 9 kms easily), because I was some 5 years old and I didn’t know to
ride a cycle at that time. You won’t
believe, as a kid I was never crazy about a gear cycle, because my cousin had a
top gear and I have seen him struggle and fight with his cycle chain many a
times. So I was content enough to buy a red Hercules AXN for the second time.
I
still remember it was exactly 1750 INR including the main stand at the “Gnyanam
Cycles” Vanuvampet, Chennai. Thanks to my late grandmother who sponsored for
it. The most painful thing during my
childhood was not when I fell down and injured my knees rather it was those
first scratches in my cycle that had brought those excruciating agony in me.
Lock
and Key/Hide and Seek:
I would rather say I was gifted to have got very
good friends at my neighborhood with whom I had played lock and key/Hide and
seek for days and evenings together. Apparently I wonder whether the kids these
days would know about these two games. Ideally they would be visualizing it as
a real lock and a key/hide and seek biscuit to be frank.
Most of my evenings
would be incomplete without hide and seek say between my 6th grades
to 8th grade from 7pm to 9 pm after playing cricket till our stomach
starts cribbing for food. “All Safe”
was the one word that we all would be waiting to hear while we were hiding
somewhere in the apartments. Thanks to
all those water tanks and terrace which didn’t reveal our presence to the
catcher.
Big
fun loved Cricket and so did I:
So I among with my other school friends and
neighboring friends were crazy for the cricket cards that we used to get as
free for the big fun bubble gum. You won’t believe if I tell you that I had
more than 1000 cards and some 800+ non repeating cards.
We didn’t have Cricinfo/Cricbuzz those days, all we had were those
cards with the player statistics. I would right away tell you the player
statistics that I had in those 800+ cards even if you wake me up and ask me
during the midnight. Not to forget that the 3 big fun covers would fetch
you one big card. Saba karim was the player whom I got most of the times when
it came to the big cards.
We even played games with those cricket cards that
we had, you will win your turn hands down when you had cards of players like
Aquib Javed, Saeed Anwar, Michael Bevan. You
will eventually become a hero and talk of the class when you have a rare card
in your hand and when you take it to school and show it to your friends.
Wrestling
deck of Cards/UNO Cards:
Phew… Undertaker and Kane…. “Clash” the one who says
clash first would win it eventually. Do we even have those cards now? How many
of you have ever experienced the joy of preserving the Hulkhogan card so as to
use it at the end? Your childhood would
have been awesome even if you had had the Hulkhogan/Mark Henry card at least
once while you played. I have played those for hours together. UNO was one
awesome game which I started playing very late in my childhood. Skip one, skip
two and what not?
Milo
Essential Facts/Milo Sports Facts:
I have had 100’s of those small beautiful green
books during my childhood, such a wonderful book. I guess Even now I have few
of those books in my shelves. The joy of smelling the plastic coated pages is
just heavenly. Bringing the book to
school and playing Country and Capitals with my geeky friends were more fun at
that time that I still remember plenty of country capitals even now. 191
country capitals would have been onto your finger tips if you had owned that
precious green book during your childhood.
Eat Cricket, Sleep Cricket, Breathe Cricket was our motto:
This topic will for sure need a separate post I
believe. The amount of Cricket, football and Badminton we guys played can never
be described in words. We here include Guru, Sathish, Santhana, Subbu, Ajay, Srinath, Sandi, Gokul, Sabari, VG, Vaidy, Bala and I. It would not be inane if I tell you that
the ground water level of Papa ground, Voltas Colony ground, Lakshmi Nagar
ground, Vijay Avenue, AGS colony and Chinna School would have definitely had a
considerable amount of all our sweats for the amount of sports we played days
and years together.
Terrace Cricket with neighborhood friends was even more
special. Srivatsan^2, Sriram, Balakrishnan, Ganesh and my friend Late Srikanth
can never be erased for the entirety of my life. My neighborhood friends were mind-blowing wrist and finger spinners,
Bala and Srivatsan Senior in particular. The Child Prodigy MRF bat of my
beloved friend late Srikanth and the other MRF bat of Srivatsan Senior has
indeed honed many of our batting skills particularly against spin as any other
Indian batsmen. The Euphoria that the boost’s free red colored wrist band cum
watch, cricket bat, shuttle racquet should have given us was immeasurable those
days.
Coming
early to the school after witnessing a very close cricket match the previous
day, just to discuss/Analyze the match with friends was nothing less than being
in a paradise. We mastered the noble art of discussing sports with each other
ranging from Schumacher’s pole position, Hakkinen/Barrichello’s car failure,
Patrick Rafter’s beautiful drop shots the other day, Andy Roddicks lightning
quick ace, the mid fielding brilliance of Viren Rasquinha (Sathish this is for
you and me), Brilliance of Anna kournikova and what not? Do we even have such
sports buffs these days as friends?
Renga
Lending Library:
Enid
Blyton, Franklin W Dixon, JK Rowling and Herge had taught us as many things more
than what our school teachers did. It was more of a one sided friendship for us
with Julian, Dick, Anne, Georgina , Timmy, Peter, Janet, Jack, Barbara, George,
Pam, Colin, Tintin, Snowy , Captain haddock, Harry, Ron, Hermoine. Not to
forget the good times with Chef Morton, Joe, Frank and James Hardy. Bayport
city had then become more than an imaginary city in our lives.
Google
and Yahoo were too costly to approach those days. The only search engine we
guys knew those days was the old man who owned that library. He was the first
search engine we guys got to know in our lives. I got my first library card with the ID number 5709 for just 200 bucks
that was when my life began. The happiness and the joy the single library card
gave us during our childhood can never match even the multiple debit and credit
cards that we have in our wallets these days. The most valuable and the
precious thing in my wallet those days was only my library card. I started
using wallet only to keep my Library card safe and not to keep pocket money as
we hardly had any those days. Hide a book inside the Renga lending library and
we would find in no time.
Cycle
Kadai @ CD Shop:
Sathish, Vaidy, Guru and I
would spend our hard earned 5 rupees just to rent a movie CD for 20 rupees
those days. There was a cycle shop if you guys could remember which used to
rent movie CD’s those days for twenty rupees. Sathish’s home would soon turn
into our theatre that afternoon. Rush Hour episode was one memorable incident. All
we were worried those days were just what would happen to us if incidents in
the movie happen to us in reality. We would end up discussing all those for the
whole day and used to while away our time. If Guru and Sathish you guys can
remember, Sathish called each of us when Chennai was hit by Tsunami and told
everyone of us to assemble at Guru’s place so as to die together just in case
if Tsunami hits us once again that very night :P
Cartoon
Network and WWE:
Life was too busy worrying
about the Swat Kats (The Radical Squadron), T Bone, Razor, Johny Quest and
Centurions only. We didn’t have anything else to worry about those days. Rock
was the only good and true fighter we knew those days. Days were more beautiful
when Rock wins against Triple-H. We always wanted Rock to win against Triple-H
at any cost didn’t we? WWE was such fun during our school days.
Undertaker was the only
scary magician we knew as he was supposed to reincarnate every single time he
dies. Do the kids these days have quality cartoons like that of what we had
those days?
“Britannia
Khao World Cup Jao”:
If you remember the above slogan, then
trust me when I say this… you have had an awesome childhood. Britannia Cream
biscuits would fetch you some 20/25 runs. Tiger biscuits would easily fetch you
10 runs for 3 rupees. So when you accumulate 100 runs and give it to the
shopkeepers they used to give us a World cup scratch book. There were days
where I have even collected the biscuit wrappers from the road.
I was such a
freak that I used to keep the world cup book in the pooja room before I go
about scratching it for the prize. I even went to the extent of asking my dad,
how will I go all alone to England if I win the prize ticket without even
knowing that a passport and a Visa are mandatory even if you have a ticket: P
Apparently all I won collecting those hundreds of biscuit covers and from scratching
more than 30 world cup books was just a checkers wafer which I was not even
allowed to eat as it contained egg and just because I am a pure vegetarian L
(To KP Sudarshan: Contains Egg only)
Changing
the Bat Grip:
As we were basically
chennaite, our bat grip made of rubber won’t last long due to the low quality
rubber and the heat of the city. So more often we used to change the grip of
the bat in the nearby Bhai kadai (Modern Stores). He was having a beautiful
cone like structure with which he used to put the grip to the bat with such an
ease. Every time Sachin changes the grip, I would go and change it accordingly.
Cream bun, Thaen mittai, 50 paise samosa’s, Colorful pepsi ice can never be an
oblivion and can never slip from our memories for a life time.
Eve
of Diwali with Friends:
I had those selfless
school friends who used to bring their Bijli vedi, kuruvi vedi, lakshmi Vedi,
Double shot crackers to my house so that we used to burst them all together
amidst those selfish giants who always boasted about the huge money for which
their dad’s had bought them crackers. 4 am bang on time in the morning, we used
to assemble near our apartments main gate with our neighborhood friends to
burst the crackers together. There was a silly competition in our minds as
to which apartment’s front area had more cracker papers. We even went to the
extent of pulling out some of the burnt cracker papers from the neighborhood
apartments to our front area. If Diwali was fun, wearing the Diwali dress and taking the sweets to the school
after the holidays was ever more fun.
Relationships, Trust, belief, loyalty,
sudden change in attitude of people, fair weathered friends, egoistic people,
politics around us etc came into picture and started giving us woes only as we
grew up. When I was a school going kid all I worried was only about India’s
Victory in Cricket, Sachin’s performance in that particular match,Rock’s
Victory in WWE. Will I be able to execute the shots tomorrow in the ground that
I had dreamed up all the night? Will my D section win the section match against
the A, B and C sections? Will the librarian ask for fine as I returned the story
book a day late? Will it rain the whole night so that my school ground gets
flooded and so they declare a holiday? We weren’t even worried about studies as
our gang was always an erudite one.
Life was so very beautiful those days. My
sincere thanks to all my school friends and neighborhood comrades, for without
all of you the pages of my life’s diary would have not been as indelible as
anything else in my life.
I'd give away all that I have
earned all these days,
If someone guarantees me that they
would take me back
to my school days,
To be once more a School kid at least for a single day.... Pictures Courtesy: Google as always Video Courtesy: Youtube PS: Thanks to my friend Balakumaran who was instrumental in reminding me the Britannia Khao World Cup Jao and Changing the Bat Grip episodes.