WE MISS U -- MJ

While I’ll admit to not being much of a Michael Jackson fan in recent years, I do have to say that he has left behind him and enormous body of work. The young boy with the amazing voice who I believe started singing professionally at the age of eight had a certain something. Charisma? Charm? Talent? A special light? I don’t know but it did reach people.

Off the top of my head I can think of many of his songs that I loved. Dangerous, Billie Jean, Thriller, Beat It, I’ll Be There… His music has definitely been part of everybody’s life soundtrack and will remain so.

Though later in his life he resorted to what can only be considered extremely odd behavior, not the least of which was the endless plastic surgeries designed to make him look more and more like a dummy - as well as other activities that we aren’t going to discuss here - the fact is, the man brought music to the world. And that music touched millions worldwide.

Farewell Michael Jackson - may you sing now with the angels.

I m a software Engineer...

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ARUNDHATI

ARUNDHATI a magnum opus from the producer of Anji, Ammoru and so on thrillers and remarkable movies. Shyam Prasad Reddy is known for his passion towards cinema and un-compromising production values have come out with yet again another horrific thriller.

'Arundhati' is the best illustrative example to the age old saying 'picchi vADi chaetilO raayi'. In this age of sourcing, re-sourcing and recurrent themes, where makers openly acknowledge that it no longer about the content, but all about presentation, 'Arundhati' stands tall and proud for its original content in the horror realm.

CAST

This is Anushka’s first performance oriented film and she is simply amazing in two roles. She has to show the variations between the old Arundhati and new Arundhati. She did exceptionally well.

Sonu Sood looks deadly in the role of Aghora. His performance is excellent.

A special mention should be given to P Ravi Shankar who dubbed the voice of Sonu Sood. It is a great opportunity for any dubbing artists to get a role like this. The way he pronounces ‘ninnu vadalaa … vasta .. vasta’ is extremely good.

Sayaji Shinde got a beautiful role ‘Talla Sayibu’ in this film. He is completely believable in that role.

Story – screenplay

Story of the film is good. Screenplay is very good. The beauty of this screenplay is about revealing the story and information in parts. There is always something to look forward to with anticipation in the film. It possesses one of the best screenplays in the recent times.

However, there are a couple of violent scenes that are disturbing to the family crowds.

Final Word

After a long time, I watched a Telugu film that has both content and technology rightly mixed to give a vibrant output. Arundhati is a film which you can proudly show it as a Telugu film to all your non-Telugu friends. And it will live up to the adjective of ‘Magnum Opus’. Two thumbs up to Shyam Prasad Reddy for making a brilliant film. Don’t watch it on internet or pirated DVDs. Arundhati is a film that must be watched in a good theater with nice sound/projection system.

IS INDIA GOING EXTRA EUPHORIC OVER SLUMDOG’s SENSATION at OSCAR?

Slumdog Millionare, directed and produced by foreigners has brought Oscars for showcasing India's poverty and exposing Mumbai's dirty underbelly. Music magician A R Rehman and sound mixer Resul Pookutty got the top honors at the Academy Awards ceremony and everyone is singing Jai ho.

However, many critics believe India should not celebrate Slumdog Millionaire’s success at all. But here are the reasons why India can and should celebrate the film's Oscar glory.

·         The screenplay has been borrowed from Indian representative Vikas Swarup's novel Q & A

·         The Oscar winning piece of music for Slumdog Millionaire has been composed by Indian music magician  A R Rahman

·         Lyrics for Jai Ho have been penned by Indian poet Gulzar

·         Sound for Slumdog Millionaire has been designed and mixed by Indian technician Resul Pookutty

·         All the characters in the film including the protagonists are Indians

·         The supporting cast of the film includes Indian Bollywood stars like Anil Kapoor, Irrfan Khan, Mahesh Manjrekar and Saurabh Shukla

·         The Co-Director, Loveleen Tandon, is of Indian origin

Therefore, the question that rose in my mind was: Should India take credit for Slumdog's hit at Oscar’s?

Slumdog Millionaire is not an Indian film. It's a film about India made by British filmmakers,

We should actually honor A R Rahman, Gulzar, Resul Pookutty and Pinki and not have the entire euphoric misconception about Slumdog Millionaire being an Indian movie.

Is JAI HO the best of RAHMAN?

I feel that the music that brought Rahman his Oscar was really not the best of his stuff. But, Rahman had given better melodies in Tamil and Hindi movies than Jai Ho.

I don't mean to say Jai Ho is not a good song, but certainly not the best of Rahman's creation.

Slumdog is for western audience

Slumdog Millionaire is a movie from a westerner’s point of view for the western audience and therefore it clicked. In India slums are not a rare, and an Indian filmmaker would not want to show his audience things that they are so familiar with.

Salaam Bombay made by an Indian on Mumbai slums long ago did not receive the deserved credit because it was in Hindi.

FINAL WORD

However irrespective of the pessimism and all the debate over India's happiness and patriotism, one must not forget the two individuals who won awards and brought glory to the country - A R Rahman and Resul Pookutty - did so for their original work. And that surely is a reason to celebrate.

Experience 24

Re-union with olden days 

Lots of struggle with satisfaction

Tons of memories

Responsibility with respect

Hopes with happiness

Confusions with conclusions

Joy, pleasure, satisfaction, pain, fear, suffering, emotions furthermore…

Bye bye '08, Welcome '09

Failures, regrets, setbacks, better plans, resolution, fresh tomorrow

I know when you read above words, there will be many incidents that will flash in your mind, however, if you (can) think, Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life, I think then it can take you the life get going.

Measure of success...

Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which one has overcome while trying to succeed

Courtesy: pravsworld.com

Wake up PM!!! Its time to react...

Dear Mr. Prime minister
I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don’t even do that.
Today I heard your speech. In which you said ‘NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED’.
I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bollywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement ‘NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED’ is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.
Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.
We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.
Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn’t it?
I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray, Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money.
Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house, enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.
Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders.
Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn’t it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.
If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.
Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn’t even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.
Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR!!
First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law.
Everything else will be taken care of.
Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?
Prakash B. BajajChandralok ‘A” Wing,

Flat No 10497 Nepean Sea Road

Mumbai 400 036

Simple and shoot it...

Plan, Prioritize, and stay Motivated on your goals and stay focussed in life, eventually it will lead to success someday. Making things simple can make life easy going.

Gud n Gr8

You are the sole owner of what you are!! The difference between good and great is the extra effort you take towards the success. To get what we've never had, we must do what we have never done. The only thing that stands between a person and what they want in life is the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible. Remember, it's your life, you are responsible for the results.

travell light...

I had so much pain to transport my luggage from old room to new house, even though it was so close. First, I had to throw out a hundred of no use things I have been keeping around. It seems there is abundance of Vishnu Shakti- skill of maintenance in me, and a budding Shiva Shakti - the transformation energy. So I had to invoke all the Shiva Shakti and select only few things to be taken further to the new home.

Still the luggage was HugE!! Some 10 Cartons. I shiped some on my HONDA DIO, and 3 had to go in auto rickshaw.

Its so important to Travel light in the life! The incident made me aware of what all things I have been accumulating for no reason!

And this is just from one home to another. This body is also a home, I am temporarily living in here. When I have to leave it and go, will I be able to travel light!?

Cooking is not rocket scient-II

Jeera Rice

Ingredients
1 cup rice (preferably basmati)
1 tsp jeera (cumin)
Water
1 heaped tsp ghee
a pinch of salt
a few drops of lemon juice.

Procedure:

1. Wash the rice properly and soak it for 10 -15 minutes. After 10-15 minutes drain the water from rice and keep aside.
2. Boil about 6 cups of water in a vessel.
3. Heat ghee in a pan, add jeera. After the jeera crackles add the rice. Toss well in the ghee.
4. Add the boiled water. Add salt and 4-5 drops of lemon juice.
5. Let the rice cook (it would take about 5-7 minutes).
6. Drain the water from the rice.

7. Serve it... :)

Cooking is not rocket science...

Daily Dal

1 cup moong dal (yellow dal)
4 tomato (finely chopped)
1 tsp cumin seeds (jeera)
1/2 tsp turmeric
2 green chilly (slit)
1 tsp red chilly powder
salt to taste
1 tsp ghee 1/2 tspgaram masala
½ glass of tamarind water and 

10 coriander leaves

Procedure:

1. Wash the dal properly.
2. Add green chilly, tomato, turmeric, tamarind water to the washed dal.
3. Pressure cook for 4 whistles. Wait for the cooker to cool. Remove the dal and keep aside.
4. Heat oil in a pan, keep the gas on a low, add ghee, jeera, red chilly powder.Immediately add the dal to this tempering.

5. Add salt and mix well. If the dal is thick add a little water. Simmer for 3-5 minutes.

Sad note ended happily…

It was a dry day in recent season…

Not so energetic, not so joyful, not so healthy… Badly suffered from fever, cold, cough and so much of mental torture…

One of my dear buddy, whom I use to take care was not bothered to look at me and not concerned about my condition… I felt I was completely ignored… That was the pain I suffered more than physical illness… Took that circumstances in a positive means and learnt to live by myself…

I wanted to shout, scream and say to this world that”JAGAMANTHA KUTUMBHAM NAADHI, EKAAKI JEEVITHAM NAADHI” I was literally crying inner self and was trying to make things comfortable…

There was a call from another close pal of mine and that relieved me from all the physical and mental sickness… I was completely out of all the worries… I was recovered half the way…

I was in search of that kind of support, love and other means to come out of that messy situation…

Thanked god for giving me such a nice buddy as my frnd…

Date: 30 April 2008

Disturbed day at office…

Disturbed day at office…

It’s been good working from the day he is working in the office… He’s exploring a lot, working hard, and solving puzzles, supporting politicians so called people and so on…

A day that was not his day… Woke up from the twin bed with a smile on his cheeks and good feelings in his brains… Rushed to office as regular…

It was unexpectedly a meeting which started bothering him… He was not tinted as per his potential… All others were recognized for the work completed by him… He was disturbed in his mind, bothered about his space and worried about his bread winning… He took it on the lighter side and started ahead with the daily schedule…

There was a call from his boss to guide him thru the process he has to go thru…

Boss was painting the points which he was taking care from past long time… (Boss wants to have some time pass and do show-off) He felt annoyed but can’t do much and can say nothing…

He kept his cock shut and started working as like a dog yet again…

This is not an opening experience for him; This has been in the past and will be there in the future too…

So, he understood the way of life and learnt lessons to lead the life as it comes…

Taare Zameen Par

If you want to know how good TZP is, just go to your nearest theater and watch the people coming out after the show. The cacophony that surrounds a crowd exiting a theater will be missing. Some would be walking in slow motion. Some would look petrified. At least that's what happened in the theater I went to. Not a single soul was talking after the movie, probably because what everyone saw on screen was not fiction, but a semi-biography of his/her own life. In fact, the normally rowdiest gang in a theatre (ie my friends and I) that is uber vocal at the end of a film left the theater in pin drop silence. The first thing we said to each other - 'Aamir has done it again… He did it for the first time and for the rest of life time.

I know only Aamir can make this film TZP...
But at the end its a successful movie with marvelous team effort.
Kudos to all the cast and crew of this project.
Darsheel Safary - Ishaan Awasthi
Amol Gupte - Writer
Aamir Khan - Creative Director/Producer/Lead'

Love, Pain, Devotion, Fear, etc...

I have gone through all the stages of love (pain, devotion, love, lust, fear, etc…) and I finally come to an end. It may not be as I planned it; but that’s love, unpredictable.

You are the end of a path that I took, because you showed it to me. You just told me “go that way” and I went and I found you. Just the funny ways of love. No, it might not be the right anything, but I love you. See, when I took mi first step, you had just saved me from my past. I followed the path and I found what I thought was true love; it wasn’t. I don’t know what it was, but not love, I wasn’t truly in love. It was just a shadow. Then I ended up going all along the crooked way. I fell for sin, I fell for what I will always fall .I almost touched the bottom, I almost fell to the well, I almost sealed my fate. But there were you agian, showing me the way.

And I found that I loved you. I saw me trying to stop you from leaving, I saw you there by my side, playing like little kids, I saw our game and I understood it. You took my heart that day, you took it. I didn’t know then, but you did. All I knew back then was that I felt something for you, but it never occured to me it was love. now I know.

So one evening I found my self loving you madly. You were in my dreams, you were in my eyes when I woke up. Every word we shared, every laugh, every tear, it was, and it is gold to me. But how was I going to tell you. See, I know I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminaly vulgar. I have always known. And you, the godess, the light. I kept the feelings for me. I wrote to you, I shouted that I loved someone, but I never said whom. But now you know. I know you know.

And, well, you know what I told you, you know what I feel. And it was beautifuly arrenged by the cosmic simphony. I know there could have been better ways, but not more beautiful. And still I dare not write your name. But I’m confident you know that I love you. And maybe you have stolen too many hours of sleep and work. Maybe you have stolen too many words of love. I don’t care. I love it when you do it. I love your just you, I love all the things that you are.

And here it is, just love, still seems kind of impossible. Pure, bigger than this universe, just love. All kinds of love, love of everykind. It is better than a dream. Or maybe it is a dream come true. You see, because you told me you love me. That is greater than heaven. Even if you do it only once.

I am a fire bird, and I’m bidding you to run free, to do whatever you want to do. I’ll be there, right beneath the stars, waiting for you. It is funny, I thought I could never shout to the world that I love you and here I am not doing it, just telling the world that I love. And once the beautiful eyes of you have gone through this, the rest of the world won’t matter. So world, be fast, be quick, you’ll never know when she’ll get here, when you will stop spinning.

I love you, I guess I have told you many times, but I love you. Wait, just one more time today. I love you.

Frstated Monday Morning...

For most of us, our days often start with the regular snooze of cribbing sessions, days when you crib about your personal, professional & social life and everything else you can possibly think of. It was one of those days...my day begun with the irritating sound of the alarm pushing me right off the bed. I had overslept and was already late for work. My house was in a mess, the maid hadn't turned up, I could not find my favorite black shirt that I had to wear for some strange reason and I was having a bad hair day...

It was a frosty Monday morning and I was stuck in a huge traffic Jam. A feeling of frustration, depression and irritation had crept within me. Everything around me bothered me...the sound of the honking cars, the chilly breeze blowing across my face and the ugly green shirt I was wearing...

My thoughts were disturbed and my cribbing session disrupted when a young girl walked up to my scootret. Though I tried to shoo her away, she stayed, trying hard to remove the frost, stuck to my windows. She would have been of six or seven years of age and her hair was tied up in a clumsy bun. She wore a torn, brown frock and from what she wore, it looked as though she didn't realize that winters were still not over... She looked pale...but a tinge of colour was added by her smile.

Her eyes had a strange depth in them, a depth that disturbed me. The signal had changed to green. The sound of engine and horns from the vehicle brought me back. The noise scared her a little too...She jumped back to the pavement...back to her friends...her smile remained...I looked back and she waved at me, her smile remained refusing to fade away...

I got back to work...thinking about the little girl I had met a few minutes ago and going through my regular doze of mails...I could hear someone fighting for an edit bay...and somebody else screaming that their computer had just crashed...

Work to Live, but don’t Live to Work

The clocked ticked 6'o clock and, one of these days, I arranged my desk, packed up my bag, got up from my seat and started walking towards the exit gate of my office.

Though I tried my best but could not avoid the attention of the people around. Actually, how could I have? - (except for being 'Mr. India') - with me sitting almost towards the end, making me cross the entire office before reaching the door. My colleagues started staring at me with multiple face expressions & one thousand questions on their faces - and in the end one of them could not resist asking "Hey! Half day today?"

"Half day? It is 6'o clock dear. Time to go home as per our office hours and I have some work also outside".

"Oh! I never knew this!" she answered sarcastically with a witty smile on her face (as if I was doing a crime!).

For a moment, I thought of going and asking the boss - to leave at 'this hour'. But, giving it a re-thought, started marching towards the door - this time toying with my cell phone so as to avoid looking at others'faces and any further questions (though many seemed to have the similar urge). Carefully avoiding the last glance at my boss's cabin I, somehow, crossed the area but could not help encountering the guard with a smile on his face, a cursory glance at his wrist-watch and an obvious question - "Aaj jaldi jaa rahen hain?" (You are going home early today?) With no replies, started waiting for the lift. The regular liftman looked me from top-to-bottom but, thankfully, did not embarrass me with another 'unanswerable' question.

Fortunately, with no further encounters and explanations, I could get out of the office. Being the summers, the sun was quiet strong at 'this hour' and I had to walk to a distance for my parked Scooter.

Felt somewhat different with exit in almost bright daylight. If I could recollect, it was after quiet a while since I witnessed the 'evening sunlight'on a 'working' day! (with a relatively free after-office mind of-course)

As I was walking, the things 'actually' looked very different. Could feel the audacious structure of the building where I worked. (Never knew the fountains worked in the evening!) The roads were bright, so was the crowd.

I kept walking towards the parking slot. Needless to mention, looking at me the parkingwala was surprised as well as slightly angry as my scooter was parked in the end and he had to work a lot to show me the way to exit.

The street-food sellers had their busy slot and how I could have missed my favorite 'Bhel Poori'.

Turned my vehicle on the road. Actually, had no work - so towards the home. 'Switched-on' and 'switched-off' my head light. Though I thought otherwise, the traffic at 'this hour' was relatively lesser. As against around 30 minutes - 45 minutes, it took me less than 15 minutes to reach NIFT Collage.

There was good crowd around - Hardly knew that our area was so busy at this time! The evening meeting of the NIFT students was 'on'. Looking at me - my neighbors were surprised.

With feeling of being less tired, I could flip few pages of a book. Could watch some television. Had quality chat with my roomie. Patiently ate my dinner, and could read again before sleeping. It was really a wonderful & welcome change from the everyday hectic and late coming schedules; instilling a feeling of momentary joy & happiness in my mind.

Many people often ask me "Why do you come so late everyday?" "Do you really work till this hour?" "You have a very difficult routine, how do you manage?" I try to explain the pressures & the workload. Try to justify my routine. But, sometime I have no logical answers!

Sitting late in the offices has actually become a trend or rather a fashion (or someone can say a compulsion) nowadays. Interestingly, it is not with few but many of us. This developing and ever growing trend leaves us with many important thoughts. Either most of our workplaces are understaffed and we are bound to work for late hours for completing our day jobs or alternately it has become a trend (or a habit or a fashion) to sit till late hours and slog. Someone can argue - we have no choice but to work till late hours to run ahead of everyone.

We all are running. Running harder. Running faster - faster than time probably. But, sadly, in this rat race of careers, promotions, increments, money, and faster growth et al. we seem to have forgotten our own identities. Our own personal priorities. Our own interests. Rather ourselves! We are so awfully engrossed in our cubicles that - perhaps - we seem to be slowly forgetting the fun & the joys of this 'Work to Live, but don’t live to work'

Adventurous trip with non-adventurous ppl...

Day 1…

Hurray, we ended it finally…

I can shout it was adventurous, funny and exploratory but at the same time it was painful too… That was a gr8 trek we will never hav ny more…
It was completely unexpected plan, but we executed it in a gud style with lot of dynamic decisions…

Plan was proposed on Friday 29th Dec 2006 by our parasite deva, and we made all the preparations and took all the measures with in a day… for 30th Dec SAKLESHPURA TRIP…

Planned members were Deva, Ravi, Robin, Pradeep, Ajay and Satish [lucent]… But due to some fitness problems [throat pain and viral fever] we missed a partaker, even though we fail to see him physically, we had a gr8 time pass with his fitness problems recollection there. He is none other than Francis.., Ajay Francis…

Here we start with a member lost team… Deva, Ravi, Robin, Pradeep and Satish [lucent]…

We started here on 30th Dec night @ 11:00 PM… the trio Pradeep, Robin and Ravi has come on track with quails from office and picked up the duo Deva and Satish @ our major flyover of Bengalooru [hebbal].

We started to sakleshpura at that nighttime… We had dinner @ one local five star hotel… Menu was thatte idly and paratha… And when it comes to bill question, we have preferred our arranger Deva as our CFO for this trip. [Now his responsibility has grown up… Organizer+CFO]

We had gr8 combination of Water, Miranda and 8PM whisky, which was proposed by Pradeep… and at last no body was able to sip it completely.

Lately every body had given rest to their body and had a nap in cab. It was a gr8 drive for driver while every body was resting, at the same time Lord Shiva has come into drivers’ imaginings and raised him to take all of us to dharmastala…

Continued……………………………

DAY 2:

Day 2…

It was 31st Dec morning 6’O clock, we landed at some place where no body knows where we were… our driver yogesh has waked up all of us and requested us to go for temple visit. We were shocked and asked the place name and he whispered it was dharmastala [where it was not there in our trek plan]. We compromised our self and we took back our way to sakleshpura.

While on the way back, we stopped @ gundya and fought for change of plan execution. Som ppl spoke out by expressing their will to go for MANGALORE[its near], and som argue for trek… finally we made it up with trek…

We started trekking @ gundya, its 3.5 KM’s of mountain trek and from there we get a railway track which will take us to edukumare after 14 KM’s of march.

We started trking the mountain, it was almost 1KM and our trekking champ Pradeep is almost losing the race… Even though he’s not carrying any luggage, he lost his pace and opted for a juice and glucose…

There after we reached railway track, hmmm simply to say we did not march on railway track, we did trek on track. Has to cross so many tunnels and railway bridges… Started with gud tempo, but slowly our liveliness in our trek has come down… juice, sprite and water bottles we stored for booze were over…

Best part of this trek was bridges. They were very dangerous to walk on them… located at very hieight, some different sounds will come when we walk on that, grease is applied to their bars, and if train passes by that way we were not having space to stand aside, Outta all these hurdles we crossed and we did it. Most hilarious part of this bridge cross-over was the way Pradeep walked all the way… his legs were a parted, his full concentration was on bars of bridge only… I think he has almost all gave up his life and crossed all the bridges… Ny ways we did it at last.

While we were rallying on railway track, we saw some couples who has come for that journey and were almost Outta control and oomph. They were walking with four legs but with a solo body. [Gentleman doesn’t have common sense to bring their better half to this kinda place].

We reached edukumare @ 5:00 PM and we rested there for some time. Then an old man has helped out route to road. We have to trek down the mountain of around 4 KM and we need to cross some rivers and lakes. Here we started and its almost 2 KM we reached small water fall… We need to cross that. [best thing is no body bathed on that day]

Robin: Hay, I feel like taking bath here…

Next moment: He slipped there and fell down in water… and he’s almost wet… [He took bath as per his hope]

Deva’s comment: Gud parking man, Robin

Next moment: Deva has fell down in water… [ppl giggles]

Satish: Gud parking Deva…

We moved from there, robin was fully wet and he was irritated to go ahead with that dress. Here comes the witty part, Pradeep’s woodland sandals…

Pradeep about woodland: How ever you use WOODLAND, nothing will happen to them…

The moment he crossed the water falls, his sandals were completely wet and those were slipping. He lost his pace completely.

It was getting dark. We took a break there, robin changed his bath costume [wet dress]. We generated energy our self and started wit gud pace and we reached a river for 400 mtrs…

Desc of this river are as follows…

1. Cannot swim [Water level is not as much as]
2. No transport medium
3. Cannot walk [it was completely slippery]
4. Cannot take support of hand.

Outta all these troubles, we cross the river with bare foot and no other support… Ppl were irritated and they are no more ready to do any thing more. By gods loveliness, we reached road from there with in 20 feet.

We were on road, we sat and started worried about transport… Pradeep and Robin had a fag. Deva and satish started giving some work to their mind about transport and ravi is neutral. Tried to stop so many cabs and lorries, no use. Unexpectedly, robin saw a cab which is at low pace, and finally recognized the cab and driver is of ours and tried to put his high-pitched voice to stop the cab, Ravi and Pradeep has noticed the same and they too started making noise about it. Finally we were in cab…

Mangalore is of 2 hrs from there and we started to move there. We all had a small nap on the way… We reached mangalore and we tried to find out a shelter in any near by hotel, but nothing worked out. We moved towards beach. Beach was first time experience for robin and he was much exited to b there. We had some fun there and we moved into town again to catch some restaurant to stop gurgling feeling with bubbly sound coming from small intestine.

At last we entered into pallki restaurant which has combination of dancing floor and restaurant. Our CFO Deva has tried to get best deal financially for dancing floor, but was not able to do it… very bad at his part…

We entered restaurant, we had dinner and finally we celebrated our new year there in that restaurant…

We left mangalore and started to moving towards dharmastala…

Continued………………………………………………