Somebody said, Life's a journey...
Then..journey of my life, these days moves at a speed of 3.5X times faster compared to the rate it used to be. I decided for the umpteenth time to put the brakes.
And here I am..
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, November 4, 2007
My little journey...
Konakan division. Tunnel No: 24
Length 5644 m.
Netravati express muscled its way, about half the distance of this tunnel. There are numerous such tunnels in her path, cutting right through the mountains of Western ghat. Many of the tunnels are lighted up inside, while a few are not, like this number 24.
A man was making up his way right across the huge mountain through this tunnel. He held a lantern in his hand. The train, along with all its passengers would give him a company for the short duration of time as it passes him, whether he likes it or not.. But then for most part of his journey, he is left alone...
Today, I wandered across this city along its streets. I started my journey from Trinity church road-MG road junction and ended it at the Magestic railway station. It all started with the idea of just spending a bit of time, wandering here and there all alone with absolutely no real intentions, except that a precious Sunday would not be completely wasted- doing nothing. I am jotting down down a few of the places, buildings, streets, people, I passed through, so that, later I can recollect the details of this little Sunday outing. I have seen most of these places before, from the windows of buses and autos, but never really knew, their relative locations.
I started clocking from 1.30 in the noon.
1. Mayo hall
2. Residency road- Brigade road junction
3. Mahatma Gandhi statue at the far end of MG road.
4. Cubbon park
5. Post office
6. Raj bhavan
7. The High court
8. Bangalore university.
9. XYZ street from which I purchased a few things :)
10. The over-bridges in the bus-stand
11. The city railway station
It was 3.00 by the time I crossed under the road in front of the railway station through the subway.
I knew Rajbhavan, is the key to find the way to the Magestic, as I have seen it many times on my way to the city stand. So I was following the signboards showing "Rajbhavan road" at the beginning. At last I reached a big junction, where I could not find out any signboards showing "Rajbhavan road". I was standing beside the city post-office not knowing which way to go. Then a man came to me asking " majestic elli ?? "... "maloom nahi muje". [Hey man please tell me also, if you find it out.]
I thought of crossing the long wide road which I came along. But as I started crossing, the traffic signals changed and I retreated. Just then, I realized that I was facing right towards the Rajbhavan, just a few hundread meters from it.
Magestic was quite far even from that place. I know, like the man who asked me the way to Magestic, there are many people who are forced to cover really long distances, each and every day of their life.
To me its a way to spend an afternoon. I just took a volvo back home, after having some refreshments at a costly restaurant. Walking along the over-bridge that lead to the crowded bus stand, I see a lot of people with different expressions on their faces. I should be thankful to able to smile with those people, in a world where in some people exists, who have long forgotten to smile and any expressions of joy on their face looks ridiculous to the beholder.
I know I started this somewhere, in the western ghats and ended it no where. But then it is the
way it is. See I spend another few hours writing this blog :)
Length 5644 m.
Netravati express muscled its way, about half the distance of this tunnel. There are numerous such tunnels in her path, cutting right through the mountains of Western ghat. Many of the tunnels are lighted up inside, while a few are not, like this number 24.
A man was making up his way right across the huge mountain through this tunnel. He held a lantern in his hand. The train, along with all its passengers would give him a company for the short duration of time as it passes him, whether he likes it or not.. But then for most part of his journey, he is left alone...
Today, I wandered across this city along its streets. I started my journey from Trinity church road-MG road junction and ended it at the Magestic railway station. It all started with the idea of just spending a bit of time, wandering here and there all alone with absolutely no real intentions, except that a precious Sunday would not be completely wasted- doing nothing. I am jotting down down a few of the places, buildings, streets, people, I passed through, so that, later I can recollect the details of this little Sunday outing. I have seen most of these places before, from the windows of buses and autos, but never really knew, their relative locations.
I started clocking from 1.30 in the noon.
1. Mayo hall
2. Residency road- Brigade road junction
3. Mahatma Gandhi statue at the far end of MG road.
4. Cubbon park
5. Post office
6. Raj bhavan
7. The High court
8. Bangalore university.
9. XYZ street from which I purchased a few things :)
10. The over-bridges in the bus-stand
11. The city railway station
It was 3.00 by the time I crossed under the road in front of the railway station through the subway.
I knew Rajbhavan, is the key to find the way to the Magestic, as I have seen it many times on my way to the city stand. So I was following the signboards showing "Rajbhavan road" at the beginning. At last I reached a big junction, where I could not find out any signboards showing "Rajbhavan road". I was standing beside the city post-office not knowing which way to go. Then a man came to me asking " majestic elli ?? "... "maloom nahi muje". [Hey man please tell me also, if you find it out.]
I thought of crossing the long wide road which I came along. But as I started crossing, the traffic signals changed and I retreated. Just then, I realized that I was facing right towards the Rajbhavan, just a few hundread meters from it.
Magestic was quite far even from that place. I know, like the man who asked me the way to Magestic, there are many people who are forced to cover really long distances, each and every day of their life.
To me its a way to spend an afternoon. I just took a volvo back home, after having some refreshments at a costly restaurant. Walking along the over-bridge that lead to the crowded bus stand, I see a lot of people with different expressions on their faces. I should be thankful to able to smile with those people, in a world where in some people exists, who have long forgotten to smile and any expressions of joy on their face looks ridiculous to the beholder.
I know I started this somewhere, in the western ghats and ended it no where. But then it is the
way it is. See I spend another few hours writing this blog :)
Friday, August 31, 2007
Woooo,,,, !!!!!
Newborn peeping from its mothers shoulder, exclaims..
Wooooo,,,,, !!!
So rash,,,,, ???
We are waiting for you
VIMS Super specialty hospitals
*****************
cool isn't it.. You can see this advt board on the divider in the outer ring road, near Marathalli bridge junction..
Wooooo,,,,, !!!
So rash,,,,, ???
We are waiting for you
VIMS Super specialty hospitals
*****************
cool isn't it.. You can see this advt board on the divider in the outer ring road, near Marathalli bridge junction..
Saturday, August 18, 2007
in transit..
The life has been transplanted to a new city..
My days are flying.. even faster than the fading memories..
Every day comes with something new, which becomes a thing of past of on the very next day..
Adieu to Bombay and the IIT life, Arrival in Bangalore, My first day in office, Our convocation, ..
If you shut your eyes (and live in a world of your own), does it makes any difference that, if you live in Mumbai or in Bangalore??
Well may be, I will find it out in course of time..
As 'they' say its time to get my hands dirty with work..
My days are flying.. even faster than the fading memories..
Every day comes with something new, which becomes a thing of past of on the very next day..
Adieu to Bombay and the IIT life, Arrival in Bangalore, My first day in office, Our convocation, ..
If you shut your eyes (and live in a world of your own), does it makes any difference that, if you live in Mumbai or in Bangalore??
Well may be, I will find it out in course of time..
As 'they' say its time to get my hands dirty with work..
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
my evening out..
This was how I learnt to KISS
{Keep it simple stupid}
The teacher at the introductory session of an "Art of Living course" which was due in a month or so, just outside the campus, explained to the class of hardly 30 odd students assembled in the common room... He was explaining about his experiences...
Getting bored of sitting in my room on a pleasant sunday afternoon, when a fellow hostelite came to my room and told me to come for a talk in the common room, I thought I would attend it. There was this Federer-Nadal French open finale, which was about to start. I could see that one too. By the way I was not aware that the class was a part of the art of living course..
To tell the truth I liked the person who talked over there. There was a radiant look on his face. Whatever it is, the things entered through one ear, went out through the other... But then he didn't tell anything great or new...
Off to the French open now.. First set Nadal.. Back to to the room.. Oops the gym is open and look who is inside. Once in a hostel life I should use it. Have been thinking for while of doing some operations on my never decreasing (or rather ever increasing) tummy.
"Oh no.. Can't sweat now!! C wing pump is not working.. wtf!! I will have to walk from C wing to A wing with a bucket and towel in my hand. Better the baby grows inside.. leave this place, have some fan"..
"OMG where is my key. How will I enter this room. Not in my pockets..purse. Must be on the gym table. I have done some situps.. so may be lying there.."
{oh no!}
"It must be in that sofa, where I had watched the match"
I had put my leg above the head cuddling in it.. must have fallen from the pocket.. This has happened on numerous occasions before. But the sad thing is that I had used more than one sofa to rest my back..
"Any way lets wake up those lazy asses out there and search my key"
{oh no!!}
"Yeah it fell off from my pocket.. We were sitting on the floor.."
But the thing is that with so many people attending the class somebody must have taken it.. Art of living class was good.. It wouldn't do anything bad to me.
{oh no!!!}
"oh shit.. I must have left it in the toilet in A wing. Had just gone there, before all this things had taken place. safe place. Umpteen times I have gotten my things from there"
{oh no!!!!}
"Whats next.. crap! how will I enter my room ? Where will I go? ..What the heck these people are doing in the lab on a Sunday after noon when their friend is in trouble? These people don't have anything else in their life? .. :D."
Anyway spare key is with Nimesh. Thank god he is on his way to hostel.. But what about the spare keys of four or five different cycles I had, with my bunch.. This time they would surely kill me :(
"Lets have one more search in the gym.. The key has got several places to hide over there.."
{Still no}
"The keys are smarter than me.. hell with it..today is simply not my day.."
Hands over head.. hands over hips..
"O my father in heaven u have been so kind to me!! I know it is you who have placed the keys in my hip pocket with out even me noticing it.."
The art of living guy was telling.. " What is meant by success in life ?.. How does it manifest?.. It is a smile that is not fragile"...
I just had one :)
ps: from a philosophical perspective :- Look inside of you when you dont know where to look...
The teacher at the introductory session of an "Art of Living course" which was due in a month or so, just outside the campus, explained to the class of hardly 30 odd students assembled in the common room... He was explaining about his experiences...
Getting bored of sitting in my room on a pleasant sunday afternoon, when a fellow hostelite came to my room and told me to come for a talk in the common room, I thought I would attend it. There was this Federer-Nadal French open finale, which was about to start. I could see that one too. By the way I was not aware that the class was a part of the art of living course..
To tell the truth I liked the person who talked over there. There was a radiant look on his face. Whatever it is, the things entered through one ear, went out through the other... But then he didn't tell anything great or new...
Off to the French open now.. First set Nadal.. Back to to the room.. Oops the gym is open and look who is inside. Once in a hostel life I should use it. Have been thinking for while of doing some operations on my never decreasing (or rather ever increasing) tummy.
"Oh no.. Can't sweat now!! C wing pump is not working.. wtf!! I will have to walk from C wing to A wing with a bucket and towel in my hand. Better the baby grows inside.. leave this place, have some fan"..
"OMG where is my key. How will I enter this room. Not in my pockets..purse. Must be on the gym table. I have done some situps.. so may be lying there.."
"It must be in that sofa, where I had watched the match"
I had put my leg above the head cuddling in it.. must have fallen from the pocket.. This has happened on numerous occasions before. But the sad thing is that I had used more than one sofa to rest my back..
"Any way lets wake up those lazy asses out there and search my key"
"Yeah it fell off from my pocket.. We were sitting on the floor.."
But the thing is that with so many people attending the class somebody must have taken it.. Art of living class was good.. It wouldn't do anything bad to me.
"oh shit.. I must have left it in the toilet in A wing. Had just gone there, before all this things had taken place. safe place. Umpteen times I have gotten my things from there"
"Whats next.. crap! how will I enter my room ? Where will I go? ..What the heck these people are doing in the lab on a Sunday after noon when their friend is in trouble? These people don't have anything else in their life? .. :D."
Anyway spare key is with Nimesh. Thank god he is on his way to hostel.. But what about the spare keys of four or five different cycles I had, with my bunch.. This time they would surely kill me :(
"Lets have one more search in the gym.. The key has got several places to hide over there.."
{Still no}
"The keys are smarter than me.. hell with it..today is simply not my day.."
Hands over head.. hands over hips..
"O my father in heaven u have been so kind to me!! I know it is you who have placed the keys in my hip pocket with out even me noticing it.."
The art of living guy was telling.. " What is meant by success in life ?.. How does it manifest?.. It is a smile that is not fragile"...
I just had one :)
Thursday, May 31, 2007
mazha..
It is raining outside my window... ( രാത്രിമഴ ..)
Cut the crap :).. lemme use this space to just mark the occasion .. ( This year, the Mumbai rains started on this day evening.. though there was a slight drizzle a few days back in the early morning..)
Remember as a kid I hated the rains as it filled up the fields in the neighborhood, and that meant no more play outside... It is synonymous with power cut in my poor state.. But then the occasional floods, which dissolved the boundaries between the roads and fields, the boundary between the canal and our orchard were merry time for us friends. Wading along the roads with water as high as your waist.. Grown-ups, small children, and of course not so small girls...
Today I simply loved the rain. Didn't miss the chance to get wet in the first rain...
Cut the crap :).. lemme use this space to just mark the occasion .. ( This year, the Mumbai rains started on this day evening.. though there was a slight drizzle a few days back in the early morning..)
Remember as a kid I hated the rains as it filled up the fields in the neighborhood, and that meant no more play outside... It is synonymous with power cut in my poor state.. But then the occasional floods, which dissolved the boundaries between the roads and fields, the boundary between the canal and our orchard were merry time for us friends. Wading along the roads with water as high as your waist.. Grown-ups, small children, and of course not so small girls...
Today I simply loved the rain. Didn't miss the chance to get wet in the first rain...
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