After a sleepy exciting early morning journey for almost 2 hours we reached Kasol. The cold was pleasant and journey was filled with some magnificent view of snow clad mountains. The base camp at Kasol, was spread over a vast land which hosted around 20 big tents that could hold 15 persons each, a kitchen, dining area and a campfire gathering area. It also had 2 bathrooms with 24 hour supply of “chilling” cold water from river Parbati flowing just few meters away. All the first timers at YHAI were shockingly astonished by the view of tents, including me.
A plan must be made, like never before, meeting with all the expectations, but on the day, it all should go for a toss and the journey should take us in its own way. That is the essence of travel, as I see it. We spent days looking into the map, checking the bus schedules, observing the weather forecast and finally had decided that we will pay a visit to Aksharadham temple before boarding the bus to Manali from Delhi, but all we did was travel in a metro to “Rajendar Place”, had stomach full of Biryani and sleep in a AC room. Well that was Delhi for us. The temperature was so high and our bags were so heavy that as soon as Adi proposed the plan that we will go to his friend’s place, with no much confusion we accepted. The rooms and sleep were so cozy that I had to literally pull people out of bed to reach to our boarding point, the Chanderlok building. God knew where it was.
It all started with a mail from Sahana. Envied by their Goa trip, I dint want to miss another YHAI expedition. Moreover, I wanted to do an expedition which challenges and pushes me to the limits. So I readily replied a Yes and our hunt on team building started. Surprisingly many replied positively and few were confused as usual. The thought that this is going to be very big and very difficult compared to our previous travels started to take its toll on my planning from the beginning. I started sending out mails planning and detailing every minutes what to do’s and where to go’s. But after a session of advice and two coffees at Kalmane koffee, by Sana, Manoj and Adi, I decided finally to drop all the planning stuff this time and chill out as much possible.
I was having a SOUND sleep.. The deewana was really cosy and the light never bothered me at all.. Guess the single shot of scotch inside was taking its toll.. Something smoothly comes in the air and makes a gentle landing on my back and after a moment, soft fingers start to dance on my feet.. It was then I came out of my mis-assumption that it was another dream, only to realise that the UNO enjoying gang has finally taken a break from their game and have decided to wake me up hook or crook. Needless to mention that the soft thing was a pillow and it dint land gently, but thrown upon me in rage. Well however ‘Legends’ about my sleep never go wrong, so they gave up and went back to their game leaving me to enjoy my sleep for the rest of the night after 15 20 mins!!
The royal city of “Mysore” is a grand jewel in the crown of Karnataka. The more I visit this place the more I fall in love with it. This time the visit to this beautiful city was more special in many ways than my previous ones.
Right from our first ever trip of “Rottikallu”, the game of UNO has been an integral source of fun for everyone in our group (recently got itself named as “Travel Freaks”). It became so addictive among ourselves that even when we were getting out for lunch or leisure breaks, we used to take our bunch of cards with us, and were resuming after we are back. But recently as the trip motives drifted slowly from recreation to adventure, the concentration on the game was reducing (not completely stopped though) only because of the timing issues. Finally in the previous “Bekal” jaunt, we decided that it would be fair on our part to entirely dedicate a weekend to the game and planned the big “UNO NIGHT” to be held at Sana’s own house in Mysore. So our journey to Mysore thus began.
November 3, 2008
As every other year, the celebration of Diwali was followed by my big day. It was not longer that November 3rd approached, and just like the previous year, my birthday happened to be in a different state than my home town. And it was so special for the fact that I was with a bunch of my loving friends for the midnight celebration.
It is now November, 2009 and in middle of all the celebritive spirits, I am getting nostalgic about the 2008 birthday in Karghar, amidst friends. The party (supposed to be a surprise ) was arranged in Vasundhara apartments and after our second show movie (Golmaal Returns) at Big cinemas in Little World mall with CK, Bala and others, I was taken there at 12 midnight sharp. (Hope none of the SISL guys are reading it , ya.. we were not allowed to be there after 9)
With all our ventures in the city, time was passing so fast. We never realized how fast the initial 10 days have passed on. The festive spirit (or the cloud of Gunpowder smoke) was rising in the airs of Mumbai. Yes, it was Diwali time and Our Diwali in Kharghar is an unforgettable experience in our lives. All the girls of our group had made big plans for the celebration. “Pooja, Puliyogre, Photo session and Pataki”. (A perfect festival plan).
Pooja was so well planned and arranged. Some idols of god and photos were neatly kept with incense sticks, camphor everything. (I still wonder who among them has bought it!!!). Bhavana sung a very melodius devotional song, which carried us away for a while.
That day we woke up quite late as usual, and started unpacking the baggage with all the snack stuff that’s left over from the train. There was a knock on the door and the house keeping guys came in and cleaned the whole apartment, changed the bedspreads and folded our towels too.. Then we got a call from Vasundhara (will be using that term quite a lot to address our girls staying at that apartments) that we are needed to assemble there for a breakfast and quick briefing. So we guys left in a hurry and reached there to see a bunch of 100 similar SISLers from different parts of INDIA, mostly flocking according to their regions. All Mallu’s in one place, Goans at one corner and Tamilians at another. We Kannadigas outnumbered them and had mostly grouped ourselves wrt our colleges. Sandwich was served for breakfast along with Maharashtrain local Vada-Pav, with Coffee and Tea.
We, all the SISLers of SJBIT left to Mumbai together. The journey from Bangalore to Mumbai was by train and had booked our tickets in Udyan Express which took off during the night and landed us in Mumbai the next evening. It was a gang of 13, Me with Manoj the green man, Divya the topper, Vinod the jersey boy, Divya the B V, CeeKay Shwetha, Malli malli Shreya, valli valli Srivalli, anna Arun, Sweet to all Bala, darlingly delicate Sourabha cutest Bhavana and only guy from IS Harish. Only Bhavana opted to fly to pune to her cousins and later joined us at Kharghar (A nodal city of Raighad district, Navi Mumbai where our company was located). There were other SISLers on board too 3 of whom we had met at Wockhardt during our medical check-up, brilliant Anitha, decent Teju, girl from Mysore Varshitha and the unknown guy Rajath. There was also beautiful Lakshmi Napa who joined us in the next station.
The city Mumbai, previously known as Bombay, is one of the very famous cities in INDIA. Famous for its own reasons and renowned for its own cultures and beauty. It is The city of business, The city of movies, The city of coasts and THE CITY OF INDIA. Till date Mumbai has been shelter and inspiration for many notable works of art and literature, right from the ancient times to present day SLUMDOG. Mumbai as a city hosts people from different dialects, religion and culture. It also has people from different CLASS of society in its belly. The name Mumbai also remembers us many incidents of the history that denies getting away from the human memory. May it be the communal conflicts of 90’s or the furious bomb blasts or even the recent TERROR ATTACKS. Mumbai, as a city also has another face which is famously known as UNDERWORLD. It has witnessed many DONs, and the System they run like a parallel Government from decades in its heart, which undoubtedly exists even till date and will remain till the city exists. With all this Mumbai is still the city of INDIA where true spirit of life remains and it is still an attraction for every human being, hard to overcome.