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Vedas

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answers to some WHYs......

Hindu Rituals and Routines

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RAM SETU or ADAMS BRIDGE....reality or myth

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Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable.

When I hear somebody sigh that Life is hard, I am always tempted to ask, Compared to what?
Sydney J. Harris

Our greatest battles are that with our own minds.
Jameson Frank

No matter how difficult the challenge, when we spread our wings of faith and allow the winds of God's spirit to lift us, no obstacle is too great to overcome.
Roy Lessin

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity, it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high. Look it squarely in the eye, and say, "I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.
Ann Landers

I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
Mother Teresa

Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven't half the strength you think they have.
Norman Vincent Peale

All our dreams can come true - if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

The fact is, that to do anything in the world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can.
Robert Cushing
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
Muhammad Ali

fall in love

fall in love coz when one is in love he gets immune to society.. never feels bad for anything said or done.... as if he is in a trance, a bliss... thats wat attracts success in life that state of mind.. so fall in love.... its better to fall in love with some homo sapien erectus rather than falling in love with ur passion or job or anything material... coz when u fall they dont hold u... when u crumble they dont soothe u... better fall in love who can love u back..............

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'BE A GAY'....says luke kenny

• not have to succumb to religious or societal pressures.
• listen to any kind of music and not have to worry about peers and their choices. all those people who ever told you, 'ooh you listen to death metal, or metallica, or mohammed rafi...'just tell them to shut up!
• never ever think about what others are thinking about you! its okay to be a fashion victim and not worry about it.
• have a crush on anybody and everybody all the time.
• have long hair being a guy. and to not have short hair being a girl (keeping in view that these days short crop for girls are in fashion)
• hold someones hand even if it is a man holding a mans hand or a woman holding another womans hand.
• be gay and care a damn about what the society thinks about you.
• sing and dance whenever and wherever you feel like. lets say you break out into a song while running to catch a train!
• what you want to be. its okay to be a fashion designer and not an engineer even if you have an engineers degree!
  

the alchemist -paulo coelho

"They are so used to
me that they know my schedule," he muttered. Thinking about that for a
moment, he realized that it could be the other way around: that it was he
who had become accustomed to their schedule.

But when he thought to complain about the burden of its weight,
he remembered that, because he had the jacket, he had withstood the cold
of the dawn.
We have to be prepared for change, he thought, and he was grateful for the
jacket's weight and warmth.

But, most important, he
was able every day to live out his dream.

The world was huge and inexhaustible; he had only to allow his
sheep to set the route for a while, and he would discover other interesting
things. The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking a
new road every day. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasons
change. All they think about is food and water.

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting,

It's the simple things in life
that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them.

When someone sees the
same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they
wind up becoming a part of that person's life. And then they want the
person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others
become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people
should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

"What's the world's greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised.
"It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's
happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's
greatest lie."

The boy didn't know what a person's "destiny" was.
"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are
young, knows what their destiny is.
"At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible.
They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to
see happen to them in their lives. But, as time passes, a mysterious force
begins to convince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their
destiny."

To
realize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation.

"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to
achieve it."

He never realized that
people are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of."

The old man continued, "In the long run, what people think about shepherds
and bakers becomes more important for them than their own destinies."

The miner had
abandoned everything to go mining for emeralds. For five years he had
been working a certain river, and had examined hundreds of thousands of
stones looking for an emerald. The miner was about to give it all up, right at
the point when, if he were to examine just one more stone—just one more—
he would find his emerald. Since the miner had sacrificed everything to his
destiny, the old man decided to become involved. He transformed himself
into a stone that rolled up to the miner's foot. The miner, with all the anger
and frustration of his five fruitless years, picked up the stone and threw it
aside. But he had thrown it with such force that it broke the stone it fell
upon, and there, embedded in the broken stone, was the most beautiful
emerald in the world.
"People learn, early in their lives, what is their reason for being," said the old
man, with a certain bitterness. "Maybe that's why they give up on it so early,
too. But that's the way it is."

"In
any case, it's good that you've learned that everything in life has its price.
This is what the Warriors of the Light try to teach."

Sometimes it's better to leave things as they are

for her,
every day was the same, and when each day is the same as the next, it's
because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives
every day that the sun rises.

"In order to find the treasure, you will have to follow the omens. God has
prepared a path for everyone to follow. You just have to read the omens
that he left for you."

'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world,
and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.'

"I'm like everyone else—I see the
world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does."

"It's called the principle of favorability, beginner's luck. Because life wants
you to achieve your destiny," the old king had said.

We have to take advantage when
luck is on our side, and do as much to help it as it's doing to help us. It's
called the principle of favorability. Or beginner's luck."

"You must always know what it is that you want," the old king had said.

I don't want to change
anything, because I don't know how to deal with change. I'm used to the
way I am.

every blessing ignored becomes a curse.

"Never stop dreaming," the old king had said. "Follow the omens."

It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love
and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.

He had worked for an entire year to make a dream come
true, and that dream, minute by minute, was becoming less important.
Maybe because that wasn't really his dream.

But he was able
to understand one thing: making a decision was only the beginning of
things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong
current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first
made the decision.

The closer one gets to realizing his destiny, the more that destiny becomes
his true reason for being, thought the boy.

people need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving
what they need and want.

"And, when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way of
moving forward. The rest is up to Allah, including the danger."

But all this happened for one basic reason: no matter how many detours
and adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compass
point.

When you want something with all your heart, that's
when you are closest to the Soul of the World. It's always a positive force."

It's only those who are persistent, and willing to study things deeply, who
achieve the Master Work.

I'm interested only in
the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy
man.because life is the moment
we're living right now."

I must have no fear of failure. It was my fear
of failure that first kept me from attempting the Master Work. Now, I'm
beginning what I could have started ten years ago. But I'm happy at least
that I didn't wait twenty years."

it would be impossible to be
effective in battle if one knew that he was fated to die. The tribesmen
preferred the taste of battle, and the thrill of not knowing what the outcome
would be; the future was already written by Allah, and what he had written
was always for the good of man.

The secret is here in the present. If you pay
attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on
the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future,
and live each day according to the teachings, confident that God loves his
children. Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity."

Everything depended on one word: "Maktub."

"When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help
that person to realize his dream,"

"It's not what enters men's mouths that's evil," said the alchemist. "It's what
comes out of their mouths that is."

Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your
treasure.

there was the language of omens, always ready to show him what
his eyes had failed to observe.

"Don't say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is
loved. No reason is needed for loving."

"They were
seeking the treasure of their destiny, without wanting actually to live out the
destiny."

"Listen to your heart. It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of
the World, and it will one day return there."

"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had
made camp that day.
"Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused
to rest the horses. "It doesn't want me to go on."
"That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in
pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."

People are afraid to pursue their most important
dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be
unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of
loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good
but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever
hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer
terribly."
"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one
night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.
And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams,
because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and
with eternity."

It said that all people who are happy have God
within them.

"You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to
what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated
blow."

"Everyone
on earth has a treasure that awaits him," his heart said. "We, people's
hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer
want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we
simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But,
unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their
destinies, and to happiness.

"What you still need to know is this: before a
dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned
along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in
addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've
moved toward that dream.

"Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the
victor's being severely tested."

the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn

"When
you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them,
seldom are you believed."

"Your eyes show the strength of your soul," answered the alchemist.

"Don't give in to your fears," said the alchemist, in a strangely gentle voice.
"If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart."

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear
of failure."

"But this payment goes well beyond my generosity," the monk responded.
"Don't say that again. Life might be listening, and give you less the next
time."

he reminded
himself that no project is completed until its objective has been achieved.

Second chance

Life mein kabhi kabhi aise pal bhi aate hain jab jo ho raha hota hai wo apko pasand nahi hota hai....lekin usko badalne ki himmat aap nahi kar pate...aap usse kudhte hue jeete jaate hain..zindagi unhi chalti rehti hai ke tabhi achanak kuch hota hai...kuch aisa jo apne socha nahi tha..jise soch kar aap ghabrate hain... kuch aisa jise dekh ke lagta hai ki ye kya "pehle se kam pareshani thi jo ye ho gaya?" par phir kuch der us pal ko kosne ke baad aap dekhte hain ke ye jo bhi hua yahi to main chahta tha bas karne ki himmat nahi kar paa raha tha...

jaise aapke ghar ka koi hissa aapko achcha nahi lagta...jab bhi waha se nikalte yahi lagta ye aisa na hoke waisa hota to kitna achcha hota..... par usko todkar banane ka sahas nahi hota...kitna kharcha ho jayega... arey kaam to chal hi raha hai....kuch aur bhi toot gaya to aur musibat.... na jane aise kitne hi fizul ke sawaal man ko gher lete hain...aur ham usi kuft mein jeete rehte hain.... phir ek din bhookamp aata hai....ghar ko kafi nuksaan hota hai ...aap us pal ko ji bhar galiyan dete hain phir bhagwan ko koste hain.... lekin jara gaur karne pe kuch aur hi manjar nazar aata hai.... jis hisse ko aap todne ka irada nahi kar pa rahe the wo aaj nazar nahi aa raha tha... zindgi aapko dusra chance deti hai...khud ko badalne ka...apni galtiyon ko sudharne ka....ye aap ke upar hai ki aap wo waqt kisi ko kosne mein bita de ya phir.....usko apna second chance maane..

kuch aisa hi hua mere saath bhi. I spent 2 years sulking and nagging without looking at my second chance. I had only one thought in my mind... That I have been ruined. It’s a disaster and I will never be able to come out of it. It’s the end…..but nothing ends until u call it the end…

as I call it : it’s a new morning after a long night, to stand and to strive with all our might.

brida - paulo coelho

These are some pieces from “Brida”- Paulo coelho.
If any of them rings your bells, then u must read this book. Even though I never had the brains to entirely understand the book but its purpose for me was accomplished as it gave me something I really needed

“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools god uses to show us the way.”

“ In life each person can take one of the two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day they finish what they are doing. Then they find their own walls hem them in. Life losses it’s meaning when the building stops.

Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.”

Magic is a bridge, a bridge that allows you to walk from the visible world to the invisible world. And to learn the lessons of both the worlds.

Look at the world around you and try to see and understand as much as you can. The tradition of sun is constantly revealing eternal knowledge to each individual.

I have faith in god, faith in my guardian angel, who brought me here, and who remains here with me. She had no choice: either she believes in god, in her guardian angel or she despaired.

I learned that the search of god is a Dark Night, that faith is a Dark Night. And that’s hardly a surprise really, because for us each day is a Dark Night. None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, and yet still we go forwards. Because we trust. Because we have faith.

Every moment in life is an act of faith. That you could chose to fill it with snakes and scorpions or with strong protecting force.

Path of wisdom means not being afraid to make mistakes.

“ What are you good at?” asked the owner

‘Going after what I believe in.’ that was the only possible reply, she spent her life in pursuit of what she believed in. the only problem was that she believed in something different every day.

And the process of finding ourselves is called love.

‘ By taking risks’ she said to Brida. ‘By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion but never ceasing in your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.’

‘We can also allow our soulmate to pass us by, without accepting him or her or even noticing. Then we will need another incarnation in order to find that soulmate. And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself: loneliness.’

‘I’m always starting things and then giving up’, she thought rather sourly. Perhaps life would soon realize this and stop presenting her with the same opportunities over and over. Or perhaps by always giving up when she had only just started, she had exhausted all possible paths without even talking a single step

Wicca said that she didn’t understand why so many people chose to spend their whole life destroying paths they didn’t even want to follow, instead of following the one path that would lead them somewhere.

Learning something means coming into contact with a world of which you now nothing. In order to learn, you must be humble.

The whole of man’s life on face of earth can be summed up by that search for his soulmate. He may pretend to be running after wisdom, money or power but none of that matters. Whatever he achieves will be incomplete if he fails to find his soulmate.

The more you understand yourself, the more you will understand the world.

Take pleasure in contemplating this universe there’s no need to worry about anything else. Simply concentrate on your own pleasure. Without any feeling of guilt.

Right, from now on, whenever you want to find out about something, plunge straight in.

She wasn’t afraid of difficulties, what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path. She wanted to follow all possible pats so ended up following none.

No one could make a choice without feeling afraid. That was the law of life. That was the Dark Night, and no one could escape the Dark Night, even if they never made a decision, even if they lacked the courage to change anything, because that in itself was a decision, a change, except without the benefit of the treasures hidden in the Dark Night.

Judging oneself to be inferior to other people was one of the worst acts of pride he knew, because it was the most destructive way of being different.

‘Play your part and don’t worry about what others do. Believe that god also seeks to them, and that they are as engaged as you are in discovering the meaning of life.’

Being human means having doubts and yet still continuing on your path.

Lord we are all in the world to run the risks of that Dark Night. I’m afraid of death, but even more afraid of wasting my life.

The answer was there before her, in that man nailed to the cross. He had played his part, and shown to the world that, if everyone played their part, no one else would have to suffer, because he had suffered for all those who’d had the courage to fight for their dreams.

However, at the appointed time, they would learn that each human being carries within them something far more important than their own self, namely, their particular Gift. For god placed in the hands of each and every person a Gift, the instrument he used to reveal himself to the world and to help humanity. God chose human beings to be his helpers on earth.

Some came to understand their gifts through tradition of the sun, others through the tradition of the moon, but all eventually learned what their gift was, even if it took several incarnations to do so.

Anyone not already following their own path would begin to feel dissatisfied with themselves and be forced to make a choice: they would either have to accept an existence beset with disappointment and pain or else come to realize that everyone was born to be happy. Having made their choice, they would have no opinion but to change, and that great struggle, the Jihad, would begin.

If he hadn’t wanted them to eat it, he would never have mentioned it.

‘Never be ashamed’, he said. ‘Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup. All wines should be tasted, some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.’

‘How will I know which is which?’

‘By the taste. You can only know a good wine if you have first tasted a bad one.’

God was the god of Braves!

today i got a new book for me...
while i was ruffling through its pages i realised its 14th book going through my hands in last couple of years. the journey which started from sydney sheldon's morning noon and night has drifted all the way to autobiography of gandhi and now moved on to shantaram.
lets see where the journey ends...
in this journey the books which i really enjoyed reading were the alchemist, 5.some one, da vinci code, and shantaram

trip to mysore

mysore the name comes from the demon MAHISHASUR. this place used to be his home... so it was known as mahisur.. which gradually got a stylish makover and became popular as mysore...

the state of karnataka was known as state fo mysore and mysore city used to be its capital

it was ruled by wadyar kingdom and chamraja wadiyar was the last ruler...later government took over the control... but son of his majesty is still treated as the king and resides in one of the palace.

the demon mahishasur was killed by devi chamunda... to celebrate her triumph and divinity a temple known as CHAMUNDESHWARI TEMPLE is situated here on a hill top...this hill is know as chamundi hill.

if u are going mysore for the first time then i must suggest take a KSTDC package tour... it gives u an insight of all the places later u can select which places u like the most and plan a trip according to you...

dont buy any thing on the way like sandal wood or wood work toys etc...and dont even buy silk from any show rooms
if u want to buy some thing just go to cauvery handloom emporium in the mysore palace next to the place where u submitt shoes...its government shop and quality is assured...

the tour guide will make u stop at wood toy emporium and silk emporiums but dont buy there as he gets commison from those shops for hurling in tourists.....


if i plan a trip to mysore the places of my intrest would be in following order..

1.mysore zoo:
the best zoo i can say....it has a wide variety of animals. african elephant, black rihno, chimp, gorilla, girrafe, panther, jaguar,tigers top the list...
the best thing is they have them in quite a good number
its landscaping is awsome, lush green calm quite environment well maintained and very clean....
its bird house it terrific....varieties of eagles and parrots will surely attract u ..the most amazing thing abt it is u walk into the cages of the variety of water birds and u can litreray touch them if they come close to you
last but not least a wide variety of crocodiles are always there to welcome u.

2.mysore palace:
lavish is the only word to describe it. golden howrah is the main attraction its 42 kg of pure gold... lots of paintings of kings and queens.. frescos on the roofs, wooden carvings and painting have a great detail.....the painting of the soilders public and ministers have great details and no two faces will resemble ,all unique persons....there is a huge dome of stain glass dont miss it...photography inside the palace is prohobited so dont even think about it not even with your camera phone or u will get a royal treatment by the royal guards of the palace...

3.st. philomina church:
i was speech less to see it... this was the first time i ever went to a church and its so calm and quite inside there... its divine...and the architecture is beautiful....

4.dariya daulat bagh:
tipu's summer palace....plus points are its landscaping and greenry around it, complete made of teak wood, every inch of it is a fresco, a 3-d picture of tipu,
minus points small size about the size of 4 bedroom house...sangam and gumbaz are places around at walkable distance u can take a look at them if u like

5.chamundi hills:
its a temple up there thats all...if u r a tourist and dont wish to go to temple then i wont suggest u going all the way up.....but let me tell u the views on the way are really good u get to see whole of mysore from there and a nandi statue which happens to be the 3rd largest monolithic nandi statue.

6.vrindavan gardens:
if u r from a big city it i dont think u will like it much but its lush green environment and fountains surely make it a good place to hang around with frnds for couple of hrs in the EVENING....its main attraction is musical fountains which work at night 7 pm....

manipal 2008

What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. ~William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

it all started around a month before the real showdown. sometimes ticket were not available on the others something crap happened. karen was in a little distress when i told me i cant wait any longer. i wanted to leave that particular day itself but wasnt able to get tickets. eventually i got tickets for 26th of march. she booked room for me for next 3days. she was so sweet and silly at the same time even though she booked the hotel she had no idea of how much the rent was. i will love her forever for this. isnt she a masterpiece . i had plans to return on 29th but the bus was too early at 7:45pm. being a creature of night i thought it will be such a waste of time, we wont be able to do anything. so i booked tickets for 30th

its march the 26th, i m waiting for my bus at the travel agents office...i came in here pretty early as it was going to rain soon....and in bangalore it doesnt rains actually, it pours so to avoid any last moment dramas which do happen to me quite often i hv reached here an hour prior to my scheduled departure. After a wait long enough to put me on snooze my bus was there, it read "manjunath road lines 2+1 sleeper and seater". As i entered i found yet another marvel of innovation, the floor of bus was lined up with push back chairs and above them were bunk beds sort of sleeping areas, i said to myself this is bangalore and technology is the life blood here... mine was a sleeper seat and i grabbed it without loosing a moment.it was quite comfortable and i soon fell asleep. i woke up at around 5:30 in the morning and i found my self in a place all green and foggy. it seemed as if it had rained heavily a little while ago. i was not able to figure out what place it was coz all the sign boards were scribbled in KANNADA a language still foreign to me. i was not much bothered as i knew mine was the last stop and the bus was still moving so i concluded my destination was not yet reached. A little while later i found me in front of st. alouysious college the mascot of education scenario of mangalore..and that made me realise that i was still 60kms away from karen,bk and ofcourse manipal.

day1
As i hv mentioned earlier if its me its gotta be trouble, the bus dropped me an entirely alien spot and not at TIGER CIRCLE which is the epicenter of activity at manipal, i walked all the way in search of familiar buildings like the manipal library( how can i forget to mention its asia's biggest library) or the KMC but i ended up amongst some faculty quaters and some unknown hostel buildings... there i saw a sign board pointing MIT in the forward direction and my steps picked up pace as my hotel was jst opposite MIT.i called bharat(who will be reffered as bk hereafter) who was a lil busy downloading watever he hogged on last night but he managed to give me a tip "go to the hotel and make urself comfortable there." since the room was booked in my name i needed no escort.

as soon as i got into the room the first thing i needed to have was a bath. in a couple of moments i was all ready to greet bk. in a while three of us were giggling, teasing and talking abt everything under the sun..i felt as if i was alive again... soon it was time for lunch and we headed for "snack shack" to grab something to munch.
soon it was evening and karen had to leave for some urgent work when me and bk decided to grab a beer down the lane.. the later part of the evening was a lil boring untill we went to CHINA VALLEY..

china valley, as the name suggest was a decent chinese restaurant but wat we were intrested in was the flavoured HOOKAH they serve...even though i am a smoker i had no experience of a hookah so i was more than excited...a couple of moments later an apple flavoured hookah was smoking next to our table...
initially i had a tough time smoking it as i was not able to hold the smoke in my mouth and ended up swollowing all the smoke....i was wondering from which hole will it make an exit as it never came out from my mouth....while i was pondering over all the possible exits bk was smoking like a pro and sometime he resembled a charging bull as i see them in cartoons very often. meanwhile karen had to leave as her perm was about to get over...soon we were back to our hookah sessions and were enjoying it to such an extent that we lost appetite and told them to pack the food rather serving on table.
by 11 we were in my hotel room hogging on the most amazing chinese food i ever tasted. bk left in a while as we called it a day.but i was all restless and excited, no sleep in my eyes so i came down to the street. it was 1 am and still i could find guys and galz of MIT making out on their bikes. that is manipal hot and happening.

day2
i was all set to go to bekal fort when i got the news that one of their mates was not feeling fine so we need to shun that idea. and plan B was to go to Kapu a nearby beach. i was more than happy as i love beaches. in around half an hour we were at kapu it was almost noon and sea was on a high. we spent a couple of hrs in the sand playing around with the waves. then we went to a shack to grab something to eat. what started off as a lunch soon ended up in binge drinking. after taking in something more than 2 liters of beer i was on a high. i still remember we washed our hairs with beer and it really made them softer.when i regained from the higher state of consciousness i found myself on the ledge of the light house standing alteast 10 stories high over the sea..i looked around to find bk resting in karen's lap and i was glad to see both of them were well in their senses, it was jst me feeling the buzz. i puked from that place itself and got it registered in my memory as the highest point i ever went to puke. i felt better but still i was feeling asleep. so we all rushed down the light house and back to our hotel room....all this while what i remember was karen helping me to walk and bk searching for autos and buses... finally we reached my hotel room and i slopped. i hope u people never did anything nasty to me when i was sloshed....i gained consciousness at around 4 in the morning and the first thing i did was had a bath as it was all sand in my clothes and beer in my hair. and then i never got asleep.

day3
i was in no mood to go anywhere that day as i was feeling something churning in my stomach and moreover bk had some work to sort so me and karen ended up watching some movies on her lappy. later we went for lunch and finally we went to watch RACE in MOVIE DOME...i guess the director of the movie was studying permutation and combination and had tried every possible combination of actors in the movie..and in the evening we went to endpoint..a place which has gradually converted into a sports complex with a huge football ground, a cricket stadium, a jogging track with pictures views of ridges and a river flowing down under...and many things still under construction...

day4
i checked out of my room and was homeless. i submitted my baggage at the reception and told to collect it later in the evening
me and karen were wondering wat to do as bk was busy with some work....finally we ended up sitting in ccd right next to my hotel.. we exchanged words over different things we faced till now in our lives and quite a lot of other things then she rang up adi to give us a lead abt any place nearby... in no time adi was there..and i figured out him to be a nice guy to hang around with and why she adores him so much. while we were disucssing abt various options we saw bk. and now the clan was complete and the plan was to go to valley view to eat.
valley view, the hotel in which these guys practice and bang their heads during OJTs(on job trainings)... bk called out for chotu one of his junior performing his OJT at that moment...i had a shock of life time when i saw chotu standing right next to me....a six feet something giant with weight atleast 3 times that of mine and i made myself learn a lesson never presume things in life.after eating and sipping some beer we decided to go to ozone for bowling
ozone, a disc cum pool parlour cum bowling alley was not very big but was big enough for us to enjoy.. i tried my hands at bowling and ended up securing second rank among 3 of us. later adi and bk went to play pool and i didnt joined them as my palms sweat like hell and i had a fear what if the cue slips from my hands and gets shoved in someones ass....its always better to be safe than sorry.....instead i joined karen who was still in the bowling lounge...once they were done with their game we went for karting...its fun, a 200 cc car with a brake and throttle and a steering that churns ur body with equal force as it turns the car...first four laps were fun with every disaster happening...carts stalling, hitting against walls and saftey tyres scattered all the way....soon we called for round two and i made a mistake by not trusting the cart i was driving and switching to a new one....as soon i pressed the throttle i realised that it is jammed and there was no option other than running on full throttle but i was still happy as i had only one control(brakes) to handle..... i felt a mix of emotions thrill, fear and fun.....
it was around 4 when we headed back to hotel to get my bag and after relaxing for some time we went to endpoint again on the way anja joined us for a stroll....soon it was 7 and we were in a mad rush to get back to TIGER CIRCLE as the bus was scheduled at 7:45....we walked as fast as we could and found the bus waiting at the stop....after a short session of hugs and bakar i was on my chair moving past the guys waving at me with the well timed statement from adi still echoing in my mind "BANGALORE PAHUCH KAR CHITTHI LIKHNA "

thats it one more trip comes to end....i really miss those days...thats life its all abt frnds fun and moving on with a heavy heart
while i wrote this post i relived those days each and every moment passed infront of my eyes as i was watching a movie i guess u ppl will feel the same while reading it...

trip to manipal 2007

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. ~Lao Tzu
kapu my first encounter with sea

the abandoned bridge on the way to manipal(it has been featured in manipal's official video)

why i m writing this blog? and why am i writing it now ???? coz i love that place i love it for its life, its uth, its energy..... Its a broken dream for me. The dream which never turned to reality and which will never come true . so when ever i get chance i go back there to meet a couple of frnds.
I am writing this coz its the same time again, i am all set to leave.By this time tomorrow i will be in that fucking sexy place. last year the trip was a lil special as it was the golden jubilee celebration "REVELS'07" for MIT. but this was not the only reason. i went there to meet KAREN one of the loveliest persons i ever met....who happens to be girlfrnd of my frnd (unlucky me...lolz)........
that trip was a darn disaster... a pleasing nightmare thats wat i call....
it all starts like this...
me and jaat whom we call MR. BEAN (because of his UNignorable qualities..) were on board.
it was a pleasant morning. it was drizzling a lil while ago but it was cool and calm now. we passed by NIT SURATKHAL and mangalore and were abt to reach manipal in a while and the journy turned into a disaster as there were riots on the route ahead...no vehical was allowed to enter the town...

will let u know abt the rest when i come back as i m running out of time now...
continued.....


we decided to walk all the way as our destination was jst abt 20 kms from that particular place. we were all enthu abt walking through an aggitated

kill me before i die

by myself

I can't hold on To what I want when I'm stretched so thin It's all too much to take in I can't hold on To anything watching everything spin With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
How do you think I've lost so much I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch How do you expect I will know what to do When all I know is what you tell me to

sometimes why life gets like dis...why we get the questions without answers

hampi trip

The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. ~St. Augustine





Hampi is situated on the banks of the Tungabhadra river. It is 353 km from Bangalore, 254 km from Bijapur and 74 km away from Bellary. Hospet .

Hampi is identified with the mythological Kishkindha, the Vanara (monkey) kingdom which finds mention in the Ramayana. The first historical settlements in Hampi date back to 1 CE.
Hampi formed one of the cores of the capital of the Vijayanagara empire from 1336 to 1565. It was destroyed by Moslem sultan

HOW I REACHED!!!

it was jst a usual monday morning for me nothing to do no upcoming events for the day. as i read in an evening college my days are as fucked as anything wat all i do is wait for the evening.. it was something around 1o i got a call from an acquaintance who happens to be an engineer in texas instrument but is a traveller at heart. and he told me only one thing "HAMPI CHALEGA KYA, ABHI!".. at first i nagged a little for some obvious reasons then refused and hung up....but the traveller in me was kicking 10 mins later.....
i brushed my theeth, washed ma face and gave him a call..."yes i am all ready"
i packed a bag with my camera, 6 rechargable cells,charger, mobile charger, a jacket and all set for the destination and a few bucks obviously....
15 mins later i found me in an auto heading for MAJESTIC, the life line of bangalore its bus cum train terminal.....as we moved in we were greated by abt 40 platforms with buses packed up to leave for their destinies.. we rushed for a platform reading"HOSPET" the closest town to hampi....were lucky enough to grab the bus as it left within 5 mins and we had no idea abt next bus...
we were all set for the most bumpy ride of my life....coz most of my travels are preplanned and i love volvos(i love those sexy bitches, hats off to the person who invented air suspension)... but this was not a beauty at all a regular KSRTC oldie whining and cursing all on board ....
but i mst not forget to mension the roads were heavens for the first time i saw those sexy toll plazas eight lanes if i m not wrong...atlast something good happend..

we reached hospet by 9 at night....all famished and ass paining... and then the classic tragedy began.... we went to the atm to fetch some cash as wat i had was jst 400 bucks after buying the tickets and having some food on the way....atm not working
we kept hunting for atms...after a few futile hunts.... a miracle.....a working atm...yippiee..
but by know most of the restraunts or dhabas were closed....anyways everything was not haywired as we got a hotel room....atleast we wont be spending night on the bus stand...for which i was quite prepared mentally
then something began which i call " mulla ki daud masjid tak" i.e. search for a daru shop....we had 2 jumbo cans each with omlette and were feeling hungry like anything... at last we got some rice at a station stall for 10 bucks so u can imagine the quality....but as we were all SETTTT....so it dint bothered much.....after a while we were in the hotel room all checking and perparing our weapons of disaster for the kill coming next morning

morning 6:30 we were on are toes for hampi another 20 mins ride
and then it was the most breath taking moment.....ruins, temples, rocks, rivers scattered all over in a radius of 20 kms....i love lonely places , deserted beaches and architectural ruins top the list....
it was a busy day running around like crazy...every rock looked like a master piece, every monument as if alive and telling its story... and those firang babes were diverting me every now and then.... after all shooting shaating.... we called it a day by 3....went back to the base camp "hospet"....and by 3:30 it was bye bye hampi



this trip was actually like a teaser....and the famous saying fits here"picture to abhi baki hai mere dost"
will get back to hampi with some more time at hand a lil more planning....

FEAR- kill them before they kill you

hi frnds,
writing for the first time....i find it to be a good way to pour my feelings......
FEAR. i have a great fear for failing...but this is not the real problem....its jst the crust. the core of the trouble lies within me. i m someone without balls. dont have guts to stand by my faith. so i take up wat others tell me to do and then fuck it in the most innovative ways and then i m all back to square one..thats what made me what i am. a complete looser. sometimes i feel is it social acceptance that is more important or peace at ur heart. but then u cant get peace untill u have proven urself to this society...things are so correlated.. but that is life.. i dont know why am i such a baby? might be coz i think they will feel bad...but then who will care for me if i feel bad? and i never got a reply for this...i feel ppl are like trees some get mature thick and strong at tender ages but some take longer.... i guess i m the second kind..