tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258501122024-02-02T15:11:19.100+05:30My Take on Life,this World and Everything Else!!Words that describe me and my various experiences.The quest and tryst with life to understand it to the best of my ability.My opinions.Yours are welcome too.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-2360739028710501602013-03-03T00:24:00.000+05:302013-03-03T00:27:13.676+05:30Mystic TawangTawang or "the one by the horse" is certainly one of the most beautiful places in whole of north east.It's a small town with a strong buddhist connection.Overseeing the valley is the imposing Tawang Monastery, The second largest in Asia.The people are very simple and it's not a rare sight to see shops left unattended for hours. Clean air and breathtaking sceneries will sweep you off your feet.There are a couple of good hotels in Tawang which also offer decent food.Be prepared to eat lots of momos and noodles.While you are in Tawang, do Visit the Bhumla border post and Shungetsar lake.Plan to eat lunch at Shungetsar lake(packed lunch).Do invest in a good transport (4wd) while foraying ahead of Tawang as roads are usually in a very bad state.I do not recommend buying souvenirs from there as nothing is made locally but procured from Bagdogra and Darjeeling. Do ask for "Sonam" to any localite and he would direct you to the the most popular "TANKHA" maker of Tawang. His paintings are very beautiful but equally expensive.There are a few night clubs in Tawang that play decent music. You can expect some local crowd after 2100hrs.While visiting the monastery, request any senior monk to bless the prayer flags that you may want to carry back home with you.You can also visit the manjushree home for kids and the Tawang War Memorial.Spend little time to learn how the indo- chinese war was fought
at the memorial.On your way out of tawang stop at Jang Falls.
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Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-86205175971697330492013-01-25T23:55:00.000+05:302013-01-25T23:55:31.875+05:30Back to this world !!
Every day i wish i could see you just once more,
hold and cuddle you,
come home to your mischievous games.
see you eating, play with you.
and such innumerable things that we both loved to do.
you sat and heard all my stories.
flash!!
you left me with just memories.
I wish you had waited for me.
The mountains held me,
want you to know i did fight,
I tried to come to you with all my might.
I'm sorry i left you.
I'm sorry i made you go away, so far
that i can't undo !
Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-67123267049866305512011-10-21T20:32:00.002+05:302011-10-21T21:17:50.728+05:30a stuck tape, rattling loudly " what is good enough" !<br />i could walk the sea, eat fire<br />glide the birds, hold the tremors <br />stop the time.<br />jump the mountains , hide the sea<br />measure the sky.<br />walk every mile,step every stone<br />hold mask in every finger<br />swap it with every desire<br />in a man lies a small soul<br />a little dream.<br />hold it !Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-60382404185023345872011-05-02T21:15:00.000+05:302011-05-02T21:16:20.001+05:30Oh Osama!!<br /><br /><br />when i heard the news of Osama bin Ladens death i switched on the news channels to get the latest updates.The world was speculating how osama could live in such a sensitive area and yet not be detected for 5 years. if the news reports are to be believed he was living in a $ 1 million mansion with his Arab bodygaurds and his youngest wife. He had no phone lines and no internet. The thrash of the house was being burnt inside in the premises and access was restricted to outsiders.<br />i wish i could have met him once before he was killed and ask why on this earth did he decide to go hide in pakistan? really ! why pakistan?<br />so much for being trained by CIA.Well, if safety was his concern than all he had to do was take a flight to mumbai, kill some people and surrender! We specialize in providing air conditioned rooms and high security to terrorists. we would have taken good care of him and would have ensured he got the best of the food and medical treatment. I'm sure in no time he would have penetrated through the high moral fibre of our political structure and with the help of a few would have got all the facilities in his cell. he could have been on FB. Imagine the fun !<br />He could have also met the national hero Mr kasab and discussed some future attacks and laughed at us ! maybe he could have motivated Kasab to be the next osama bin laden! but as we know it's too late.<br />after all he is to be blamed for his own death. I'm sure Mr. Kasab will agree !Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-11554381736318878992011-05-02T21:14:00.000+05:302011-05-02T21:15:21.179+05:30When i MET Vampire <br /><br /><br />Sitting in Curlies , sipping on KINGS and relishing Prawn curry rice , i met the Vampire.Yes, the one all of us have grown up seeing in hollywood movies.Dressed in Goan shorts and proudly displaying his little paunch , he seemed no less than a ordinary man. My curiousity got better of me and i walked up to him and introduced myself.Realizing i had kept my friends waiting , we exchanged our e mail ids. i recently sent him an email. This is his reply :<br /> <br /> <br />Dear Niranth,<br /> <br />What's your blood group like? Kidding :)<br />Dude, really! i have moved on.Well, you need not be formal, i encounter similar questions very often.I hope thise mail would answer most of your questions. Yes, it's true i have stopped attacking humans and drinking thier blood. Now, i don't need to.I have become omnipresent.Some call me Management and some Clients, some Just managers and some prefer Team leads.I'm very happy here. I get official authorization to suck blood out of people without them realizing.Of course , I pay them peanuts , but dude who would mind it. have you ever tried buying blood from a bank? Moreover i get them to work and overwork at odd hours and holidays.If this was not good enough , i get paid for this by my masters and when i do a very pleasing job of it , i manage a bonus.<br />This should explain why bollywood doesn't make movies on me.You guys have got sick of me.<br />Anyways i got to go now.Catching up with some friends at Tito's.<br /> <br />Lots's of blood<br />VampireCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-50660074301386203572011-05-02T21:13:00.000+05:302011-05-02T21:14:13.774+05:30GOA <br /><br />Couple of lines for all those who love goa. penned them down and thought would share it.Go goa :)<br /> <br /> <br />if goa was a Chic , who would not want to date her!<br />she's hot and she knows how to make you sweat!<br />she warm through the day, lovely at night.<br />before a date,she gets even me to the gym,<br />she's expensive, but she's cheap.<br />she loves you and your budget too.<br />She let's you dance. she let's you play<br />those who desire - she lets you sway!<br />she's fun , she's adventures<br />some ride the waves , some conquer the blaze<br />she let's you ride her, she let's you explore her.<br />she let's you dive down , she makes you go high<br />she makes you dress up, she makes you dress down <br />you can live her forever, you can meet her once in a whileCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-15352608474415239112011-01-28T23:59:00.003+05:302011-01-29T00:27:26.351+05:30it's a small little bee in this huge room<br />so lost so tired <br />she has no breath to lose , use it all to fly<br />from a window to another, mistaking the filament <br />for the distant sun.<br />she's determined to find the way out,<br />to escape the walls that restrict her life,<br />she knows no other way<br />but to live in the open and touch the skyCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-37504898269797695202010-12-27T00:16:00.000+05:302010-12-27T00:17:54.532+05:30<span style="font-weight:bold;">Dream, Hope and Truth</span><br /><br />If god could afford any leniency I would beg it should be for all those struggling for life in an intensive care unit. It takes no time for one to feel the pain one must be enduring lying on that bed. I could not run away from it either. This boy, all of 22 is no ordinary man or no ordinary soldier; he’s a dream. He worked hard for four years to wear the uniform he always dreamt of. If his record of performance is anything to go by, he could redefine the term excellence beyond its connotation. Behind him is a man, who stood proudly as he witnessed him, passing out with an academy level appointment, an honour every officer dreams of. His father is also the hope, the driving force that his son will regain his form and prove his metal in the years ahead. He’s the pillar of strength and a man whose hopes know no boundaries and no science. He’s merely a loving father.<br />The Truth is. This boy is a soldier. He will Fight through everything and emerge a winner in life. The truth is, Human will power will conquer science and time. The truth is, He wasn’t meant to be there. He doesn’t deserve to and nobody deserves to. The Truth is, sleeping in a bed with no sensation, with screws holding the head to the collar bone, with multiple fractures on vertebrates is no pleasure. The truth is, Be responsible! Sometimes life forgets to give a chance!Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-71236016071786754792010-10-08T19:30:00.002+05:302010-10-08T20:47:23.181+05:30<span style="font-weight:bold;">Why Rajnikant should be the brand ambassador of Air India?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNzs5C5HX3Ydu8g1TpGCEtfEo4ofX1BR56KaqziWIfKi3vUos7Z7nGRnKr_cmGwvNhpY68m8SmjD2J-nmWRBylYG_6WiAfg7iofOOQz6u_qJoTzpSeY4-8rssO0CFOIFfPFdx/s1600/robo-feb-16-2008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNzs5C5HX3Ydu8g1TpGCEtfEo4ofX1BR56KaqziWIfKi3vUos7Z7nGRnKr_cmGwvNhpY68m8SmjD2J-nmWRBylYG_6WiAfg7iofOOQz6u_qJoTzpSeY4-8rssO0CFOIFfPFdx/s200/robo-feb-16-2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525694292220742978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RoMNuiRottUdTCyJEA4Oy4iJtw_IldwcujhDglteRyXbI6wekJxVcSjx9T5JgMJY1hFngcfjT5OvYhuINHD7-7Aydp_pDx8Xr0I5v16XGoLQpcIcTboW_UjHM1WM6PiYadyb/s1600/air-india-new-livery4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RoMNuiRottUdTCyJEA4Oy4iJtw_IldwcujhDglteRyXbI6wekJxVcSjx9T5JgMJY1hFngcfjT5OvYhuINHD7-7Aydp_pDx8Xr0I5v16XGoLQpcIcTboW_UjHM1WM6PiYadyb/s200/air-india-new-livery4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525694282144704434" /></a><br /><br />SIMPLE. Because only he can save Air India.<br />Seven days .Six flights later I know a thing for sure. Why in India we care so much for a sarkari naukri. and who better to teach me this but the lovely aunties on Air India. Alright ,they can’t dress up like the young dashing air hostesses of private airlines..but then who cares? U think people really chose airlines for ogling at the air hostesses. NO we don’t. We are Indians and we can only care for the cheapest tickets.<br />And of course then there are government employees who have no choice but to travel by the national carrier. I personally feel it was a good move by the government to revive IA . but then the buck stops there. The lovely aunties don’t seem to understand that it’s the government which is trying to help them and it’s not the other way around. The lovely aunties should set an example how experience can score over gimmicks but then they don’t. They lack basic courtesy, have absolute no grace and behave like sarkari babus. On couple of occasions the air hostesses behaved very rudely with some first time flyers. They make it look like they are doing us a favour. Sadly this would remain a blog and the lovely aunites would continue with on board gossip sessions. <br />As for Rajnikant, please save Air India. Maybe some ROBOT AUNITES would help.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-76377705525558942342010-04-01T23:41:00.000+05:302010-04-01T23:42:11.617+05:30<span style="font-weight:bold;">IPL Cheerleaders & Cricket </span><br /><br />This is a tribute to all the Indian premier league cheerleaders who dance untiringly at every exciting moment of the match. Donning their team colours they could be seen around the perimeter of the playfield repeating few steps with great monotony, which except for those who could be seen outside “c” grade cinema halls, would love to oversee. Of course then there is our friendly camera man exploring these dancers from all possible angles making it look more like another raunchy “Rakhi Sawant ” video.<br />Most of the teams have gone about hiring ‘phoren’ cheerleaders to add a little more to ever pervasive craze for “gori chamdi “ which could by best testified by the launch of new fairness creams every day. Women and cricket has always shared a little in common till recent years when Set Max introduced Mandira Bedi on its panel of hosts. Within no time noodle straps bowled over cricket and declared the arrival of women in cricket (other than on playfield)<br />We, Indians have a great ability of over doing things but without concerning much about quality and purpose of doing it. We have had great women cricketers like Mithali Raj who has made place for herself in this so called gentleman’s game through sheer hard work and talent.<br />Cricket may be considered a religion by a lot of us and a money machine by those in the business but the fact remains that it is a game. Every sport like every religion demands a certain sanctity which should be upheld. A dish would only taste good only if the right ingredients have been put but also most importantly in the right quantity. Equilibrium is not a theory of economics or science but a secret to life. <br />As far as the cheerleaders are concerned I feel they could be done away with or at the best have them perform during the ten min break. Every person wishes to be noticed and be appreciated for their talent.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-25144563861334029642010-02-19T19:35:00.000+05:302010-02-19T19:36:35.222+05:30NATIONS..<br /><br /><br />When I walked into the hussainiwala gate complex I felt like a true Indian, present there to witness the “ lowering of flags” ceremony. Notwithstanding the standard of drill which I must say was excellent I couldn’t help staring at the beautiful gate Pakistan has built on the it’s side. But it wasn’t too long before this thought turned into a smile. When the crowd started flowing in, filling the stands I could see shabbily dressed men. They reflected the state in which Pakistan is in today, a state struggling to identify itself as a modern Islamic nation, desperate to hide its internal mess.<br /><br />But what seemed to me as a good sign were these smartly dressed uniform clad lady rangers standing along with their male counterparts. My stereotype opinion of Pakistan, which I ignorantly have carried along all life long changed immediately. I started thinking like a citizen of the world and wished that this country should rise above the uncertainty, financial crunch and above all religious fundamentalism.<br /><br />I felt sad for this nation for have being lead by some wrong leaders at very crucial moments. I also realized that a nation is not what we read in newspapers, what their leaders claim to be but what every single citizen believe they are!<br />There are no good or bad nations, only bad leaders.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-68110916044799493622010-02-19T18:34:00.000+05:302010-02-19T18:35:05.581+05:30As I walked on the shore, moving towards the soil<br />Too naive to understand the roots<br />I felt the distance causing the pain deep inside<br />With nowhere to go, I leapt back into the uncertain waters <br />To where I belong!<br />Under currents pull me into greater depths<br />Waves play dirty <br />I go back to my instincts, the basics!<br /><br /><br />For all those who urged me to continue writing!!Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-37842287558828259572009-10-12T16:15:00.002+05:302009-10-12T16:35:14.145+05:30The phone call..the long lost friend.<br />going back to the fifth std.travel down the time.<br />three names that i remembered.<br />some relationships are forever.something that binds them.<br />maybe she was one of the first friends i ever had.<br />it's a gift.a chance<br />an opportunity to relive those innocent days.<br />we guess and laugh<br />seldom getting the facts right.<br />the journey continues.<br />godspeedCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-89449612000151719462009-08-03T00:29:00.000+05:302009-08-03T00:30:55.991+05:30Clocks<br /><br />Every generation has some things that have ceased to live and be adopted by the next. There might be a plethora of things but what there’s one little small thing that i would like to attribute to my generation.<br />The table alarm clock. There was a time when it was one of the most personal possessions. Those who have lived in hostels or even otherwise ever thought of waking up on time, live up to a meeting, be on time for date has relied faithfully on this. Personally very rarely has my clock been successful in getting me up on time but for the sake of millions who have been kind enough not to kick, throw or bang i would treat mine as a isolated case. I take the liberty to assume that everyone in my generation can attribute some of their success to this small instrument.<br />With mass influx and adoption of cellphones people have switched over digital alarm available on their phones. The less swanky, bulky and unsophisticated clock is making it’s exit from the bedrooms. pretty soon the irritating alarm would be gone forever, as change is a norm and inevitable.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-80440335675022731472009-04-16T13:36:00.001+05:302009-04-16T13:36:20.941+05:300600 hrs Eyes open to first rays of sunlight beaming into the room<br />0800 hrs Plan for the day. Meet friends’ .the usual hangout<br />The day starts. Friends. One sms. A casual chat. Little bored. One suggestion. One place . Someone says a must visit.<br />Everyone but you laugh at him. You think its fun.<br />You look around. No one for company!! Smile and move on. Pack your bags. Fill fuel and you are on your way!<br />You hope to find some company.<br />You travel alone. Little despaired. The journey’s been alone. Someone needs a lift .you oblige. you talk. He’s good. Learn. You drop him..Move on<br />You are tired. It’s been a long ride. You see something beautiful. The pretty lady..Mesmerising eyes <br />Morning. Those eyes aren’t around. Smile and move on. You on road again.<br />Not too far. Accident. You can’t go further.<br />You think it’s over. A man stops. Offers you a lift. <br />Destination. Thank the kind man. it’s beautiful. In a little distance there’s another place. it’s even better. New DESTINATION.<br />No vehicle. You think you would never make it.<br />You overhear someone. Someone seeking company. The new destination.<br />You call out! It’s her! Lady with mesmerising eyes!<br />You both smile and move on!!Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-62279731470592699392009-04-16T13:34:00.000+05:302009-04-16T13:35:46.130+05:30As sweat slither down my temple I wonder how a place which had never heard of summer is so hot that fans and air conditioners have become a necessity in every house. I travelled the length of our country and found people complaining everywhere about the changing climate. Colder winters and hotter summers is what everyone is complaining about. The seasons are getting mixed up. Untimely rainfalls are affecting the agriculture sector. Almost every year we have drought like situation in one corner of the country and devastating floods in the other. <br />Though it seems like a very complex problem ironically it’s not. If we attempt to understand this problem one would realise that we are sole reasons for it. Out carelessness in handling the nature and our attitude towards damage control are the root causes for this problem getting out of our hands.<br />It’s time we stood up and took notice of this problem that threatens the existence of mankind and would severely affect the future generations. We don’t need stricter laws because we are not animals. We have shaped this world with our own hands. We need awareness as this is problem is pervasive and threatens everyone. We need to follow emission guidelines strictly and religiously. Also corporate houses should take the lead in this campaign and set right examples for the masses to follow.<br />Plant a tree wherever you go and wherever you can!Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-62896993923881912642009-03-14T15:05:00.001+05:302009-03-14T15:05:58.303+05:30TWO SHOES, A COUNTRY AND A PRESIDENT<br /><br />Isn’t it funny that the journalist who threw shoes at erstwhile president of US of A has been sentenced to three years of jail term. Now firstly i wish to analyse the man at the receiving end, a man who would go down in the books of history for all the wrong reasons, Mr. George w Bush .he has made more mistakes in his tenure than all the presidents collectively put together. His decision to wage war against Iraq has resulted in death of thousands of civilians and soldiers. He is solely responsible for ruining a country, for creating lawlessness and bringing down a dictator who was absolutely incapable of posing any threat to the mighty USA. There are many independent journalists who have produced evidence that the war against Iraq was for its oil resources and more so for the personal gains of Mr. President. It is claimed that Mr. President is one of the largest stake holders in the oil companies that were given licences post war.<br />Now the person who threw the shoes , A journalist , an Iraqi by nationality, who like millions of Iraqis have not been able to rationalise the need for the war, who for no fault of theirs were dragged into a bloody mess and their homes destroyed. Think of his state of mind. He’s no terrorist. Maybe he did what any Iraqi would die to do. They realise that Mr. President would get away with all this, unquestioned and unaccounted.<br />Look at the irony of our world..a man who destroys a country is allowed to live freely and a man whose patriotism got better of him, who threw shoes at a person who destroyed his house is put behind bars.<br />Maybe some countries are not even worth a pair of shoes!!Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-83646054687576995842009-01-15T22:48:00.001+05:302009-01-16T20:24:59.128+05:30A couple of days back while reading the newspaper I saw this statement made by Samajwadi Party :<br />“Sanjay Dutt is not a criminal”<br />Nice to hear , a little difficult to believe but what amazes me is why on this planet are you even bothering to say something like this. I mean who cares?? Really who does??<br />They should know i won’t read, I’m the common man, why should I? It doesn’t matter to me. Aren’t there enough goons ,rapists, murderers and mafia dons already being elected and being sent to the parliament in name of democracy? Aren’t our state assemblies more of a rogue camps that political institutions. I the common man study hard, get in to government jobs, earn little, and pay taxes without fail to feed these illiterate criminals. To be ordered around by goons who have no regards for law and no understanding of governance.<br />Then why would I mind if a well read educated criminal aspires to join this bandwagon. He might have got some hundreds of people blasted into pieces for no reason whatsoever, or might have helped the most wanted criminals or to say helped them become most wanted criminals of India. should we not rejoice for the reason that at least he can act to be a good guy! At least he would do a better job at fooling people! And then he’s already rich so embezzling public funds might not interest him much. And well if you are worried that he might not find enough vote banks then please lay back, pull out a beer and watch the drama unveil! My fellow citizens will elect him, some because of his on screen good image , some out of sympathy , some for money, for a TV or a bottle of rum or just because we are god damn Indians. <br />So somebody please tell BSP to call for a press conference and proudly declare that Sanjay Dutt is a criminal”. his chances of getting elected will only get better.<br />P S: Sanjay dutt has been accussed for possesing illegal arms and having links with the underworldCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-1161859405120683672008-12-26T21:58:00.003+05:302008-12-26T22:06:58.606+05:30I have no soul, no heart that pounds<br />I wear a jacket and remain still,<br />i have no cause , no reason but still i exist,<br />I connect life and death,<br />I fit in a plam<br />but can swiftly bring down a man,<br />I love to save but made to kill,<br />I fear none, but feared by all<br />I have no will no last wish,<br />a small prayer before i climb the chamber,<br />let me perish but don't make me kill.<br /> <br /> - NBCarpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-69880600745879359202008-10-31T14:48:00.000+05:302008-10-31T14:50:03.318+05:30Sometimes i feel we don’t even realize how lucky we are to have the freedom to eat what we want to, be with whom we want to be and be able to do what we want to. I guess it’s the idleism that triggered this thought in me. It dragged me into the those gallows of misery , where we confine the not so good people of our society, the so called prisions. I can’t even relate to the thought of being in one of the prisions where all you wait for is another day and the day after that.I do not wish to sympathise with people who commit heinious crimes but i just want to feel what a person once convicted and imprisioned for life might go through.imagine having no privacy, where the only privilege that you get is half an hour visits twice a week.where you could write no more than 2 letters a week. For most of the staff you are known by your FIR no and it would remain as your identity as long as you live there.imagine you could never call up anyone. You could never get up to see the sunrise.never walk on the beach again..could never be there to make someone feel special. To never be able to ride alone.to listen to music, to dance without having to worry about tommorow.to be able to hold hands and feel the love.never meet friends and to never be able to eat mom’s food !<br />We all live in our own prisions where are ego and bad attitude stand guard to suppress the real ourselves. And not let the one who wishes to be free and full of soul and heart.who loves unconditionally, does what he feels like doing and also undestands what is right. Freedom is to be youself, to be able to listen to your heart and follow your dreams. To be able to eat another meal is freedom. Freedom may have different connotations but the essence remains the same. <br />The confinement of the mind is what i dread more than the confiment of my body.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-35378765457766693102008-10-10T00:23:00.003+05:302008-10-10T00:23:58.010+05:30<strong>Portuguese Tarts </strong><br />The only thing i knew about Portugal till i visited Mumbai recently was Vasco d agama and Cristanio ronaldo but then i was introduced to one mind blowing thing called the Portuguese tarts. To be very honest when my friend insisted on buying it i wasn’t all that sure about going for it as it didn’t look that appealing. But the very moment i took the first bite i thanked her in my mind for choosing it for me.it is a must for all those who have a baker element in their DNA. There are a lot of other things on the offering that one can choose from. So next time you decide to visit INORBIT don’t miss out on the tarts. A loved one or a great friend will just act as a catalyst, just the way i found out.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-29147868926388503012008-10-10T00:23:00.001+05:302008-10-10T00:23:50.140+05:30Portuguese Tarts <br />The only thing i knew about Portugal till i visited Mumbai recently was Vasco d agama and Cristanio ronaldo but then i was introduced to one mind blowing thing called the Portuguese tarts. To be very honest when my friend insisted on buying it i wasn’t all that sure about going for it as it didn’t look that appealing. But the very moment i took the first bite i thanked her in my mind for choosing it for me.it is a must for all those who have a baker element in their DNA. There are a lot of other things on the offering that one can choose from. So next time you decide to visit INORBIT don’t miss out on the tarts. A loved one or a great friend will just act as a catalyst, just the way i found out.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-51746729736863121462008-10-10T00:22:00.001+05:302008-10-10T00:22:58.890+05:30A treasure<br />MHOW as a place might be absolutely negligible for most of us but people who love furnishing thier house, buy paintings, get custom made leather accessories , brass momentos, assembled enfield, jeeps it is surely the place to be. Of all the things that you get here two things would bring me back to this place would leather accessories and custom made bikes.MHOW is a very laid back place , very small but full of surprises.it is important that you get to know the place first and then decide to buy anything.like any other commercial hub there aren’t any shortage of people trying to make a quick buck. If you are from defence background things will be far more easier as people here have a lot of respect for the armed forces. One can use it in his/ her favour to get a good deal.The connectivity from indore is quite a shame but it shouldn’t take more than forty five minutes for you to reach MHOW.Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25850112.post-25653654956079755752008-10-10T00:06:00.000+05:302008-10-10T00:22:03.891+05:30Coorg or Kodagu is my favourite getaway as it still offers many unexplored places amidst it’s beautiful scenics. One such place is near talacauvery( the mythical birth place of river Cauvery). Talacauvery is usually visited by everyone and anyone who comes to coorg because of the temple on top of the hill which holds great religious significance to the locals.but my fav place is the abondaned windmills situated around 2km ahead of the talacauvery.The only way to reach this place is by trekking through the forest next to the temple. For some reasons the windmills have been abondaned but they still look so beautiful on the hill top. It offers a perfect spot for introspection and those with artistic inclinition will find it all the more beautiful.if ever you decide to visit coorg please don’t fall for arranged tours.the beauty lies in exploring and trust me if vasco da gama would have hired a travel agent he wouldn’t have discovered most of the beautiful places that he did.Nature should be experienced raw. As for stay try living in modest home stays as that would give you a real feel of the place and culture.visit to dubare and abhi falls is a must.Forgieners planning a visit are advised to talk to people who have previously visited coorg and inquire for rates and tariffs that they should pay.Coorg has recently become a tourisim hotspot so the natives are all in a hurry to cash in the boom.I will upload some pics of the windmill pretty soon.<br />Happy Exploring !Carpe Diemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04114363731458741052noreply@blogger.com0