Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I wish.. Part 8

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Song I'm feeling.. acht

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory.

Memory ah, Memory ah, Memory ah.

Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memory ahhh.

Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh.

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. (Don't have a Gun.)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

(Memory ahh, Memory ahh)
                                                                                      - Nirvana

Dedicated to my frenemy, tj..

Image from here.

Rest of the story..

So, the day after that last entry of mine, we set out for Kedarnath. A drive of about 10- 15 minutes brought us to the base camp from which one had to proceed by walk or pony. We chose the pony since we had to cover about 14 kilometers each way. As we climbed higher, it got chillier and foggier. The light but stingingly cold drizzle that had begun didn't help matters. We were freezing by the time we reached the top. The kids had begun to cry since the oxygen level had also dropped. Thankfully, we had had the foresight to carry a tiny oxygen cylinder with us. The kids began to feel better after a few puffs of pure oxygen. We stripped off our wet clothes for the fear of catching a cold and got into bed. Although having gotten under two really thick blankets hadn't stopped my teeth from chattering, I managed to fall asleep.

We woke up in the evening in order to go to the temple for a darshan of Lord Shiva. Since the people who lead the ponies had told us not to get too much luggage, I had taken only an extra t- shirt planning to wear it with the same jeans. But the jeans hadn't dried during my nap and putting on those wet, ice cold jeans again was the hardest thing I've done in my life ever. But my trials for the day were not over yet. It is forbidden to enter a Hindu temple with footwear on. So, we had to walk into the temple barefoot in the freezing night. Dinner however was served hot right to our beds and we fell asleep completely swaddled in sheets and blankets.

The next morning, having washed our faces with ice cold water, we began the descent. The saddle on my pony was rather hard and the guy leading it refused to get me an extra blanket. It was agony to stay in that saddle and finally with just two kilometers to go, I could take it no more. I asked the guy leading the pony to let me get off. As I was getting off that stupid pony, it moved so that I no longer had a foothold. I was now half off the pony and half on it. I tightened my grip on the hoop that is provided for the rider to hold on to, so that I may not fall. The guy leading the pony behind mine came running to help me which I guess frightened the horse. The horse took off at top speed. I felt myself slipping off the horse and was dragged along for a good ten meters before the horse was stopped. The next thing I knew was sitting on the ground looking at my right thumb which had a gash halfway around it with the broken bone showing.

I was made to sit on a different pony and taken to the First Aid station which was 15- 20 minutes ride away. The gash was stitched up and I was told to go to the nearest hospital which was 76 kilometers away. On those winding mountain roads, that would take nearly three hours to cover. If this had happened in my home town, I would have received the best medical care in the country within 20 minutes. 76 kilometers to receive basic medical attention? It was ridiculous but we had no other option. Three hours of agony, anxiety and 'what ifs' somehow passed and we arrived at the clinic of an Orthopedician who set the bone and put the thumb in a cast but warned me to get home within 48 hours as the thumb would have to be operated upon.

We reached our hotel three hours later and had to stay there for the night as the fog made it impossible to travel that day. We set out early next day bound for Delhi, which we reached at two in the night. The next available flight was at nine in the morning. We took it and reached within 48 hours to have the bone set once again (The orthopedician hadn't done it right and no operation was necessary- the guy must've been an idiot) in my home town. And that is the story of how my wish to sleep in my own bed was granted within 48 hours..  

Sunday, August 29, 2010


I was reminded of the saying, 'Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.' as I was typing the previous post, the last entry in my journal. All the way to Kedarnath, there are signs that say, 'Pray to Lord Shiva. He will grant your every wish.' Maybe it's true.. Which of my wishes was granted and what was it that happened to make it come true? The whole story.. This space.. Tomorrow..

9 Impressions

Leaving that quaint, little town of Uttarkashi, we took to the road once again, this time bound for Kedarnath. Although we've been travelling on and amidst mountains for nearly a week now, the sight of those majestic mountains of the Tehri- Gadhwal region never fails to thrill. Those sinister looking mountains made only slightly friendly by a clothing of the evergreen forests and terrace cultivations make me think of Heathcliff as Mr. Lockwood first found him- A brute made civil looking by a gentleman's clothes and possessions. Adding to this fierce beauty are the numerous beautiful yet powerful waterfalls and the puffs of clouds held captive by branches of trees. 

Towards afternoon, we approached the Tehri dam. Initially, we could see only the reservoir side of the dam. I confess I was rather disappointed. The dam I had heard so many stories about (the Chipko movement) as a kid was this tiny structure? But the true story was revealed only on the other side. It is a huge dam (8th highest in the world, as I found out later) with a very picturesque road running on top of it and coming down one of its faces towards the base in a zig- zag manner. It only looked tiny from the other side since there was so much water in the reservoir.

Today's journey seemed really long and tedious but finally, we reached Sitapur, where we were to halt, around eight in the night. Our driver seemed unusually glad to have gotten here and the reason was made clear when he told us that this is his hometown. I could clearly see a glimpse of the joy and excitement within his heart on his face on being able to come home. Having missed home a lot today, I could truly empathize with him and wish I could fly home too, maybe just for tonight to sleep peacefully on my very own bed..

Saturday, August 28, 2010

8 Impressions

I was woken up at the crack of dawn since we had nearly a hundred kilometers to travel in order to reach our next destination- Gangotri, the source of river Ganga. Barely has we covered thirty kilometers when another obstacle barred our paths. A huge section of the road had collapsed but unlike the day before yesterday, the way around it was a one mile trek through the surrounding forests and then a transfer to another vehicle for the rest of the seventy kilometers. There was no way to know how comfortable that other vehicle would be or how many people would be crammed into it. So, we dropped the plan for the day and turned back.

After a while, my bro decided to take his kids for a walk.. all the way down to the Bhagirathi river, which was now noisily flowing parallel to the road. The walk was fun but we couldn't approach the river because the path we took had huge boulders barring it that the kids wouldn't be able to cross. They had fun using a hand pump for the first time on the way back though.

It being Monday, the day of Lord Shiva, we decided to pay another visit to Lord Vishwanath in the evening and go see the Kedareshwar Ghat, a ghat near the Kedarnath temple. The Bhagirathi is a fearsome and awe inspiring sight there at this time of the year. The turbulent waves and mighty splashes of the river against the ghat had an almost hypnotic quality. We stood mesmerized by the sight of the mighty river till it was time to return.

Friday, August 27, 2010

7 Impressions

I was so thankful to leave that tiny, cramped village hotel room that we were staying in. Our next stop was at the temple town of Uttarkashi. The guest house here is slightly better than the previous one. After freshening up, we went to have Kashi Vishwanath's darshan. The temple was a quaint and ancient structure and unlike most temples, you could go right into the sanctum sanctorum and touch the Lingam- the form in which Lord Shiva is worshiped. After strolling around the market, we returned to rest our poor muscles which were still stiff and sore from the pony ride.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

6 Impressions

I awoke, as I'd fallen asleep, to the soothing sounds of the rushing Yamuna waters. With the bracing wind keeping us alert to appreciate the breath taking views, we traveled onward through the now familiar winding roads. Familiar, yet unfamiliar because of the now dense evergreen vegetation lining it. Firs, Pines and Deodar trees were now abundant. The roads got steeper, narrower and rockier as we neared our destination. Scary signs depicting narrow roads (as if they could get any narrower!), landslides and cars running off the road into the river, now greeted us. Numerous waterfalls cascaded down the craggy faces of the mountains to one side of the road and in places, the water ran in streams, right across the road.

As we neared Ranachetti, a nasty surprise awaited us.. A portion of the road had sunk and crumbled off. We had to leave our vehicle on one side of the damaged section of the road , walk very gingerly on the part that had collapsed and hire another vehicle on the other side- quite an adventure. Reaching the base of the path to Yamunotri marked the beginning of yet another adventure- my first time on a horse- or rather a crossbreed of the horse and the donkey. It was a fun experience but not a very comfortable one. My pony, Chetak, took me safely up to the temple of Yamunotri. What was a revelation in the temple premises (having neglected to read up on it) was the presence of hot water springs. Many devotees dip cloth bags of uncooked rice into the springs and by the time they are done with their Darshan (viewing God's idol), the rice is cooked and ready to be consumed. 

Having warmed our hands and feet in the springs, we began the journey downwards. Tired, cold and ravenously hungry, visions of hot, soupy Maggi began dancing in my head. Thankfully, everyone in my family suffers from Maggi mania. After having some spicy, Masala Maggi, thrilled to have had so many adventures yet thankful that there were no more to be had today, we turned our steps homeward or rather, hotelward..

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

5 Impressions

I opened my curtains first thing in the morning to behold a magnificent view- majestic hills covered with jewels of vegetation ranging in every shade from pale jade to deep, deep emerald.. The terraces of the mountains filled with more jewels, looking like the very stairway to heaven.. The wispy clouds that had stopped romancing the rest of the mountains and were kissing just their very tips- forgive me if this sounds like it's full of cliches but the English language does not have enough adjectives that can help me describe that enchanting view.

When I reluctantly tore myself away from this view framed by my hotel window, little did I know that I would later find myself travelling up and down those very mountains on some twisting, turning, scary and dangerous looking in places yet picturesque roads on the way to Karadi near Barkot. Merrily accompanying us down in the valleys was the river Yamuna. We followed that playful river upstream as she grew narrower and more turbulent. Tomorrow we shall visit her birthplace. 

On the way, we took a diversion to visit Lakhamandal, the place where according to legend, the Pandavas were tricked into visiting a palace made of lac built by the Kauravas, who then locked the palace and burnt it down. The Pandavas, however, escaped through an underground tunnel that opens into some caves on the hills opposite to the place. The area is protected by the Archeological Survey of India and the locals claim that digging anywhere in that region is sure to turn up idols of Gods, tiny mantaps that house them and other artefacts. The ancient temple, housing idols of Shiva- Paravti and more idols found in later excavations is said to have been built by the Pandavas and  gives one a feel of the timeless. The legends narrated by the wizened old priest of the temple as though the incidents happened only yesterday come alive and haunt your thoughts for many hours thereafter..

More winding roads, going uphill and now lined by Pine trees have brought us to the sleepy little village of Karadi where we have halted, the night to be spent in anticipation of the memories that will be made tomorrow..

Image from here..

The few readers that my humble blog has may have noticed a deviation from my normal manner of posting in my Impressions series, namely, that of not using (what I like to think of as-) an apt image to illustrate my words at the beginning of every post. The reason for this is that I love to paint pictures and evoke images with my words.. There are scores of images of the places I visited available over the 'net.. You might even have visited those places yourself.. But through my journal pages, I want to show you what I saw and hopefully, make you feel what I felt :)

Image from here.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

4 Impressions

A long commute, uphill all the way through many a twist and turn and hairpin bends brought us via Dehradun to Mussorie- Hill Queen- the honeymooner's paradise. The first thing we saw here, on our way to the iconic Mall Road was the band stand which led me to imagine Mussorie as it must have been during the times of the British rule. Smartly turned out British officers with their elegant ladies must have enjoyed the ragtime  tunes of yore and danced those long hours of the evening away..

Shaking myself from this reverie, as I entered the Mall Road, more reminders of the British era greeted me. Wrought iron railings and beautiful lamp posts reminiscent of a people who wanted to see aesthetic elegance in every object  around them, even something as inconsequential as a lamp post.

Walking through the Mall Road, through swirling mists, enchanting as it was, reminded me powerfully of my beloved.. The trip up the rope way to Gun Hill, even more so. Mussorie is not called the honeymooner's paradise for nothing. The breathtaking mountain views- now astonishingly clear, now hidden by veils of clouds, the swirling mist, the chill in the air- everything is meant to be enjoyed by two- or so it seems to people in love..

3 Impressions

The day I entered God's doors- Haridwar and my first sight of the holiest of holy rivers- the Ganges, although from a distance. The commute from Delhi to Haridwar took up most of the day and the only thing that could be squeezed into the time left was a visit to the ashram of our spiritual guru. Sadly, we couldn't have a darshan (meet the guru). I felt like the day hadn't been utilised to the fullest but was consoled by the fact that we would be returning to the holy city on our way back, to witness a holy spectacle- the sacred Ganga Aarti.

2 Impressions

We began the tour with sightseeing in Delhi. The places we visited, the monuments, were not new to me but I find that every time I visit, my feelings, thoughts and impressions become more profound. I was filled a greater sense of awe and wonder on beholding the Qutub Minar and other monuments in that complex yet another time. Those magnificent monuments, the superbly intricate carving, the sheer scale of the structures transported me to another time, a time of Kings and Queens, a time when the Moghuls had the technology and immense manpower to proclaim their Kings' might and benevolence, a more romantic time..

1 Impression

I flew for the first time by Kingfisher airlines today.. I must say, I was pretty impressed. My dad has always been a fan of Dr. Vijay Mallya and I joined the ranks today. The plane had comfy seats, personal entertainment systems and truly good looking and friendly cabin crew. The only fly in the ointment however, was the food. Though the presentation was amazing, the taste was awful. Why is it that airline food is uniformly horrible throughout the world? Now that's some food for thought ;)

Monday, August 23, 2010

I'm back..

I returned from my trip yesterday.. Ten days earlier than I was supposed to, due to an accident that I shall talk about in it's proper place and time. While on the Chardham yatra (Four destination pilgrimage, of which I could visit only two), I maintained a journal but instead of recording every tiny detail of the day, I used to only write about some of my experiences that made an impression on my mind, at the end of the day. In addition to my normal, daily posts, I shall put up one page from my journal everyday, which will form the Impressions series..

Image from here.

Monday, August 9, 2010


I wanted my last post before I left to be about my favorite person in the whole, wide world :)

When I watched this clip someone had put up on Facebook, I thought 'How foolish of the little man and the little woman.. So naive to assume that we know anything, much less everything, about the opposite sex..' But then, the little man and woman are little still and hopefully, someday they will grow up to realize how little they know about the opposite sex..

I have been with my beloved for nearly three years now and every, single day I learn something new about him. Everyday, I admire him for something new, respect him for something different and yes, occasionally get irritated or angry with him for something new too but in spite of that, at the end of every day, without fail, I fall in love with him all over again♥♥ :)

Sunday, August 8, 2010


Addicted to internet as I am, I couldn't bear the thought of not having access to internet during the trip and decided to shell out Rs98 to activate internet on my phone. For this princely sum, I was promised free usage of 100MB per day and an additional charge of 2ps per kb. One problem.. The vendor who recharged my phone did not know the browser settings. I would thus have to contact my service provider i.e Idea and have the following experience.

Call 1: I call up the customer care number and wait for the representative to attend to my problem with some truly irritating and extremely loud music for a solid five minutes but the said rep is MIA. I hang up.

Call 2: I call up the customer care number and wait for the representative to attend to my problem with some truly irritating and extremely loud music AGAIN. Thankfully, the rep attends to my call this time. The line is not very clear and I keep saying, 'Sorry..' and 'Pardon me..' a lot but I finally managed to convey my problem and am told to send a certain message to a certain number. I thank the rep and hang up.

I try sending the message but I'm told that a certain number I had provided in the message is invalid.

Call 3: Irritating and loud music repeats, another rep answers and is told about my problem. The rep transfers the call to someone who is supposedly an expert in what I'm having a problem with. The expert apologizes for the inconvenience and sends the settings through a message.

I try to save the settings but for unknown reasons, it doesn't happen.

Call 4: Call 3 repeats till the part where the call is transferred to the expert. Once again, the line is very bad. The expert, a different one from the last call tries to fix the problem by giving me the settings orally so that I may feed them into my phone by myself. Due to the bad line however, I feel unsure about whether I've managed to understand all the instructions and in the right order and so, end up sounding like a dolt who cannot follow some simple instructions. The dolt thanks the expert and hangs up.

I try to manually feed the settings. It works this time and finally, I can access the internet on my phone.. (..although I'm unable to access certain sites.. That's another story.. Or blog post..)

Although it took just 4 calls to solve my problem and even though the reps and the experts were as helpful and courteous as could be, this harrowing experience felt like it lasted an eternity because of the-

1. Horribly loud and irritating call waiting music.
2. Bad quality of the line. Imagine the impression customers get when the call quality is so bad when calling customer care services.

Suggestions to Idea for improvement- 

  • Please don't subject me to that torturous call waiting music or I will be forced to abandon my preferred service provider of seven years. 
  • Please do improve the quality of calls to customer service.
  • In addition to automatic settings that can simply be saved, (I know that's easier. Hence, the in addition to..) please provide the settings in a separate message that can then be manually applied. 
Is there anything else I can help you with Sir/ Ma'am? In that case, thank you for reading my blog. Have a nice day ;)

Friday, August 6, 2010

I wish.. Part 7

True to my word, here is another 'I wish..' post. The movie, Aisha, starring Sonam Kapoor and Abhay Deol released today. The publicity campaigns for this movie have been really good.. The visuals seem really fresh and the songs are catchy.. It was also an effective campaign.. I can't wait to go catch this movie in the theaters.. I might be going tomorrow with my girl friends (It's a chick flick after all) and I hope it will live up to my expectation. (Shh.. Don't tell anyone but I'm expecting this one to be up there with Legally Blonde in my list of favorites.)

What is more exciting and of course, contributing to the hype about the movie, is the Aisha collection launched by L'oreal Paris.. The collection includes Pearl Perfect day cream, Glam Shine 6 H lip gloss, Khol Minerals, UV Perfect and Blush Minerals. I don't care much for the sun screen and day cream but I would love to get my hands on the gloss, khol and blush. All of these products used together would give the face a fresh and minimal makeup look I think, which is just the way I like it. 

The Arien soldiers on..

What do I do when the world looks too bleak for words? I read this..

When the body is too weak to care,
The spirit shall soldier on..
When the mind is too feeble to dare,
The spirit shall soldier on..
When the heart is in despair,
The spirit shall soldier on..

Wonder why no one told me, that light at the end of the tunnel is on a long vacation?

Image from here.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wishes do come true?

I'm gonna start putting up more 'I wish..' posts because my wishes are getting granted :) Well, at least one of them was.. These Reeboks were on sale at Big Bazaar and guess where they are now? That's right.. Chilling on my shoe rack.. Hmm.. Next post ought to be 'I wish..' for a million dollars I think.. What say? ;)

Sniff.. Sniff..

Dear sweet blog,

As I've mentioned in a couple of posts, I'll be leaving on a 20 day trip in four days.. We'd become so much more closer this past month that this is going to be harder than ever.. I'm gonna miss you a lot and I know you will miss me too.. I've asked my beloved to do a couple of guest posts when I'm gone but knowing how busy he is, I'm not sure he's gonna have time to visit you. But, I don't want you to feel lonely dear blog.. I shall think of you every day and get some really good pictures to make you look good. Stay good, stay safe.

All my love,

Image from here.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Song I'm feeling.. sieben

I wanna be young the rest of my life
never say no - try anything twice
til the angels come and ask me to fly
I'm gonna be 18 til I die - 18 til I die

can't live forever that's wishful thinkin'
who ever said that must've bin' drinkin'
don't wanna grow up I don't see why
I couldn't care less if time flies by

18 til I die - gonna be 18 til I die
it sure feels good to be alive
someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55! - 18 til I die

anyway - I just wanna say
why bother with what happened yesterday
it's not my style I live for the minute
if ya wanna stay young get both feet in it - 18 til I die

a 'lil bit of this - a 'lil bit of that
'lil bit of everything - gotta get on track
it's not how ya look, it's what ya feel inside
I don't care when - I don't need ta know why

18 til I die - gonna be 18 til I die
ya it sure feels good to be alive
someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55! - 18 til I die
ya there's one thing for sure - I'm sure gonna try

don't worry 'bout the future - forget about the past
gonna have a ball - ya we're gonna have a blast
gonna make it last - 18 til I die

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Music and Science..

I have observed that there seems to be a connection between music and science.. A lot of the Profs at the Uni where I did my M.Sc. enjoyed music and were extremely good singers. Our HOD had an extensive collection of  old Hindi film songs from which he would play selected songs at the end of his lectures.. 

I have recently begun reading blogs of people involved in research and it surprised me to notice that once again, many of these researchers seem to have some sort of affinity to music. I am also someone who has a love of both music and science. I wonder.. Does having an aptitude for science and research give us a better appreciation of music?

I wish.. Part 6

I will be leaving for a trip soon that involves a lot of trekking.. I wish I had these babies to make my feet feel good.. But Reeboks don't come cheap.. Sigh..

Shop online for these here.

Monday, August 2, 2010


.. with games on Facebook.. I don't mean games like Farmville, Aquarium etc that expect you to form some sort of community and lead this whole other virtual life where your sole purpose in 'life' is to maintain your crops, keep your fish alive or run a cafe or whatever.. No, I am actually a sucker for quizzes that test your IQ or general knowledge.. Or any game that tests your aptitude and verbal skills.. Do I hear whispers of intellectual snob? Probably.. but I don't plaster my success stories on my wall and gloat about them.. I play solely for personal satisfaction..

There are four games that I am playing (and winning at) these days. They are-

1. Brain Buddies

I love this game.. absolutely adore it.. When a games promises to test me on Memory, Logic, Calculation and Visuals, how can I resist? Although I don't boast on my wall on Facebook, I have no inhibitions about doing so here.. I am currently smarter than 99.1% of all the players of this game in the world.. Woo hoo :)

2. Scramble
A 4X4 or 5X5 grid of letters from which you try to form as many words as possible. My favorite part of this game is that you can enter chat rooms and play against other Scramble enthusiasts. My score is currently the highest among my friends but while playing in the chat room, the best I do is third position.. I've got to work some more on that (Fun!! :))

3. PathWords
A honeycomb of letters that you tread like a path to form words. This one gets a little boring after a while and the longest words that you can make (on rare occasions) are five letter ones but it's fun to watch the completed word disappear and new letters fall in place.

4. Word Twist
This is a classic word game where you need to make as many words as possible out of the letters of a bigger scrambled word.. bonus points for finding the largest word. I discovered this one only today and am still getting the hang of it.

Do these games make me smarter or quicker with words? That's hard to say but it sure beats trying to find stray cattle ;)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Whee.. :)

One whole month where I have at least one post per day, completed. It feels awesome..

Last month I decided to dedicate more time and effort to this blog of mine that I love so much. This blog is not the most popular or successful among blogs.. Just 1 follower and 1 other person who reads my blog everyday (Thank you, whoever you are..) are pretty much an indication of that I think.. But I am not disappointed by that.. Every creation of mine, be it a blog, a poem or a home science project is dear to me whether they are loved or not, whether they are admired or not.. And I shall continue to blog simply for the love of words, for the love of writing and for the love of creating.. Cheers!! :)