The long Weekend

This picture was taken while we skydived on our adventurous 2 day trip on the 26^th January Long weekend. Pretty Cool eh..??

Well I am lying… this was taken at the beach of Harihareshwar on our boring-not so good turned phenomenal trip and this image has been turned upside down!!

Highlights of the trip:

· The oh so Angrez waiter at some roadside shakahari bhojanalya did not know the meaning of Shauchalya but was pretty sure he had a toilet at his restaurant

· A new revolutionary idea was devised where the bike would carry a stove and bhagauna to cater to the undying need of a fellow traveler whose thirst for “Chai” could never be trenched. (I guess he had like a gazillion cups of tea on the way and I also think he appears somewhere in the hall-of fame of Waghbakri chai)

· The first day was spent loathing the decision of having ever thought of the idea of coming here. Next day we found an awesome beach, one look and all our disappointments were gone!

· Riding almost 400 kms on bikes can give you blisters at such places, that won’t allow you to be seated in the same way that you did earlier, again.

Lessons learnt:

· We learnt a lesson that just a few kilometers away from total disappointment lives sheer bliss. (Comparing the beach of Saturday and Sunday)

· The ferry ride from Dighi to Murud gave new meaning to words like turmoil, doldrums, crisis, and other high quality words generally used by economists world over. I guess the boat was swaying on the waves just to remind us of our younger days spent at Appu Ghar on the Columbus ride.

· Throughout the drive back to Mumbai I could deeply empathize with the pain that Saif Ali khan of Dil Chahta hai would have suffered coming back from Goa to Mumbai on a truck. All this while I was thinking of the pillow that awaited me back home.

In all the trip was like a Hindi movie, unhappy moments, hungry moments, moments of excitement, Moments of bliss, Pain in the ass moments and then at the end of it all you reach home, where the pillow awaits you patiently.

Yes I Can!

My family & friends say that only after they have said something thrice do I respond to them. Not entirely true, but this happens many times. 3 times the idea of writing a blog crossed my mind but I was always in the grip of the Greek goddess “Aergia”. I blame the delay on her. But since it is never too late here I go.

I read somewhere that there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened. 2008 was spent by me mostly as the one who lets it happen or who wonders what happened, I wanted 2009 to be a year of making it happen. So I decided on a three point agenda for 2009

Eat Healthy: Status – Mission on, bid adieu to Coke/ Chocolates/ Chips/ Burgers etc etc. welcomed Fruits/Pulses/veggies/Iced Tea and other healthy crap; I liked my American junk better.

Learn to play the Guitar: Status – bought the guitar, though no efforts have been made till now to learn/play it, kamre ke ek koney me dhool chaat raha hai, kabhi kabhi logon ko guitar ke saath pose marke foto khinchwane ke kaam aata hai

Start posting on this blog: Status – Till this point I am trying. Let’s see if I am able to end this post…

That’s why I chose this historic day, the day that Mr. Barack Obama, the YES WE CAN guy is sworn in as president of the US, to start this blog. YES if he can I can too, main kyun peechey rahun!

I was informed of this event though an SMS from Anmol (The Political guru at office) at 18:10 hrs: “Obama inaugral speech as prez of usa. Tday at 10:30pm. Don’t miss”.

I thought ok, yes I can watch this… since he has requested/ordered me to watch the speech, this is the least I can do. ( Later I found out that he had sent the same sms to everyone)

So I reach home and tell my roommates that today we are watching Obama’s Swearing in ceremony, Come what may… they kindly obliged to my request but by the middle of the ceremony, I guess they lost interest (Not sure if they had any to begin with)

So I am trying to listen to what that poor guy wants to say but there are comments flowing in from all sides:

Roomate 1 aka Annu: Obama ki wife is looking like a tortoise

Me: Why so?

Annu: Coz usne green kapde pehne hain…

Me: speechless

Roomate 2 aka Sona: Obama ki wife ne baal straight karwaye hain

Annu: Ofcourse, ab itne paise jo aa gaye hain, har cheez top quality hee hogi!

Me: Awestruck and speechless

The ceremony ends…

Annu: I think US me lunch time hogaya hoga ye log I think lunch karne gaye hain ab…

Me: Wondering what happened, moments later... get a call from kartik

Kartik: Yaar, Obama Launch ho gaya….

Me: Launch ho gaya?? Kahan se? Abhi to yahin tha…(Thinking maybe the channel I was watching has a 5 minute delayed reception or I missed it while typing this)

Kartik: I mean he is sworn in

Me: Yeah heard the crackers outside…. Wonder who in Mumbai is so happy about his swearing in

Kartik: Anmol seemed pretty excited maybe he is behind all these fireworks, let’s call him and ask him to stop.

Back to the swearing in: Mr. Obama fumbled twice, Once he was ahead of the judge in his oath then he forgot what he was supposed to repeat. (I guess it was the Ghajini syndrome affecting him and the judge being a fool never halted to let him say the oath)

Finally leaving all these goofups behind, decided not to disturb Anmol’s celebrations and go to sleep while America woke to the dawn of Yes we can…