tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17263108773047429042024-03-14T10:23:20.917+05:30Aur BataoAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-17639577292752825222015-11-14T17:43:00.000+05:302015-11-16T11:12:49.777+05:30Breathtaking Tawang<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In my last
post I had written about my Journey upto Tawang via the magical Sela Pass.
After a long drive we finally managed to reach Tawang. It was cold and raining.
We checked in our hotel and went out for a stroll. The life in hill stations
generally comes to a standstill after the sun sets. Though there surely was a little
buzz about the Tawang Festival that was going to start the next day. We got
into our cozy room and dozed off as we were extremely tired after a day long
journey. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Next morning
was the first day of festival. Woke up in the morning and peeped out of my
window to a beautiful view.<o:p></o:p></div>
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lot of activities happening on the street. People cleaning their shops,
decorating them with flowers and flags and security forces getting instructions
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<span style="text-align: left;">We had our breakfast and first thing we decided to do was, to visit
Asia's second largest monastery, The Tawang Monastery. We hired a taxi and we
reached at the right moment. The monks at the monastery were singing prayers,
and were heading to the festival ground. It was a beautiful sight.</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">We decided not to follow them and rather explore the monastery. It was serene. One could feel the calmness and a sense of contentment. I kept watching the monks, especially the little ones moving around the monastery. One could spend the whole day just staring at them. But we had little time. The Buddha statue inside the monastery is absolutely divine and there was light falling on the face of Buddha from one side, which made it look mystical. </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">We headed
back to the festival ground. Participants were practicing for the procession
that was going to take place later in the afternoon. Dancers were busy in
getting their movements right for the </span><i style="text-align: left;">Aji
Lamu</i><span style="text-align: left;"> Dance, a traditional form of dance of Monpa Tribe of Arunachal
Pradesh. Others were busy clicking pictures. We moved to the main town, where
the procession was to take place. It was great to see the enthusiasm of the
locals and as well as the visitors. Everyone had lined up on both the sides of
the street to cheer the dancers and the other participants. Such wholehearted
participation of the citizens is surely motivating for the performers.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">In the evening
we went to the festival ground to see the performances. Unfortunately it was
raining, raining and raining. The whole venue was messy and one couldn't even
walk. But thanks to our gum boots that we managed to walk around. Rain gods
were not going to show any pity. I took out my umbrella and was holding it for
at least 3-4 hours to watch the performances. My back and legs were hurting
now and decided to head back and sleep as we had much more planned for the next
day.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Next morning,
we decided to go to Madhuri Lake, popular name for </span><span style="background: white; text-align: left;">Shungatser</span><span style="text-align: left;"> Lake. The lake got its popular name after a part of
Bollywood movie Koyla (starring Shah Rukh Khan and Madhuri Dixit) was shot here.
I must tell you hiring taxi in Tawang is a pretty expensive affair. So be ready
to shell out some cash especially during festival time and tourist season. We
took a taxi and left for Madhuri Lake. On our way we were stopped by the army.
We were not the only ones; all the vehicles going in that direction were
stopped. The army was not ready to open the entry gates as Defence Minister was
suppose to arrive in sometime at the festival ground. Everyone was getting
really impatient and super irritated. Most of us were tourists, with limited
time in hand wanted to continue with our journey. But army was adamant. After a lot of requests and begging from almost everyone, they decided to open the
gates, but only after each taxi driver entered the car and passenger details in
the visitor's register. It was quite annoying as we lost almost 2 hours. In
between we actually went back half way, but came back because heart was not
ready to accept this.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">On the way to Madhuri Lake is the P-Tso
lake (Pangateng Tso Lake</span>). It's a beauty. Its located at a distance of
around 10 kms from the Town of Tawang. We also saw many bunkers that were built during 1962 Sino-Indian War.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Most of the journey from Tawang Town to
Madhuri Lake was covered with snow. Roads are quite bad, but the view of the
snow covered mountains, and numerous little lakes on the way made us forget
everything. It was just perfect. One would never want to go back. We finally
reached Madhuri Lake and it was breathtaking. The strong winds and chimes
making a wonderful music made it a perfect setting. We got over bored with
clicking pictures. The place is so awe-inspiring, that you want to click
everything. EVERYTHING.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">On our way back we stopped again at
P-Tso lake and were offered free boat ride by the army. It was especially
arranged for the tourists visiting during the festival time. I also tried my
hands on making a snowman. It was a disastrous attempt.</span></div>
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to Manjushree Orphanage. One can sponsor a child at this school. We were shown
around by a student named Deki and interacted with few kids. It was great to
see them smiling.</span></div>
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Tawang Festival watching the cultural events and waiting for Bollywood Actor
Arjun Rampal to arrive. During the festival he was declared the Brand
Ambassador of Arunachal Tourism.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Thats it from Tawang. It was an absolute
mesmerizing trip. This trip made me realize that no beauty can be better than
nature's beauty. Period.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-83263453269311342642015-10-29T10:30:00.000+05:302015-10-29T10:36:34.795+05:30Tryst with Snow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My celebrity friend <a href="http://www.sid-thewanderer.com/" target="_blank">Siddhartha Joshi</a> is the inspiration
behind my visit to Tawang in West Arunachal Pradesh. He had visited Tawang some
years back and shared his pictures; and instantly I was like, if one place I
want to go before I die; it has to be Tawang. </div>
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Finally after procrastinating and
contemplating all these years, day finally arrived when I embarked on my
journey with a friend to the much talked and heard about destination. Another
incentive was the Tawang Festival.</div>
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Tawang is approximately a drive of around 16-18 hours or
more from Guwahati. But it is not suggested. One can drive from Guwahati till
Bomdila, around 10-11 hours drive. Bomdila is almost midway between Tezpur and
Tawang. Tezpur can actually be called the gateway to western Arunachal Pradesh.
Tezpur is located around 3-4 hours drive from Guwahati. But before travelling
to Arunachal Pradesh one needs to make sure to have Inner Line Permit (ILP for Indian
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We started from Tezpur around 5.30 am in a shared Sumo. And
as soon as we crossed the boundaries of Tezpur town, the surroundings started
to turn greener and fresher. We reached a small town called Bhalukpong, around
1-1.30 hrs drive from Tezpur. Bhalukpong is the place where all the shared
taxis hault for morning snacks. We bought some chips, water bottles, gums for
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After a drive of approximately 6-7 hours we reached Bomdila.
Bomdila is a small town, and it mostly acts as a transit point for people travelling
to Tawang and beyond. We decided to stay over in Bomdila at Lungta Residency. It's
a family run hotel and with very good service; though it's priced on a little
higher side. After we dumped our luggage in the room, we decided to take a
stroll in the town. We couldn't do much, as it was raining and getting dark.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fresh mint tea at Lungta Residency</td></tr>
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We got up next morning to a brilliant BLUE SKY.</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">We had booked a cab for 5.30 AM, but as usual it was late.
If you are travelling to Tawang for the first time I would say don't take a
share cab. It only stops at its regular places and for a very short time. Thus,
you won't get an opportunity to stop at some of the great spots on the way and
click some breathtaking pictures. We hired a cab; being festival time in Tawang
it was damn expensive. We had to spend Rs. 5500 for a Maruti Alto. But generally
the taxi prices are very high in hill stations here in north-east as roads are mostly
pathetic and therefore it calls for quite a high maintenance cost.</span><br />
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We were pretty excited about the journey ahead. I was very very excited as I heard
from some of the locals that it had snowed in areas near Tawang last night. In
anticipation of heavy snow, our driver stopped in Dirang to pick up stuff that
could get us through if we were stuck. While the driver was shopping I decided
to take a walk and was able to get some nice pictures. Dirang is a cute little town.</div>
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After a drive of almost five hours (don't remember it
exactly) my excitement knew no boundaries. I could see some snow at a distance
and higher we went it was getting whiter and suddenly snowflakes. It was
snowing. WOW! WOW! WOW! that's what I screamed. Literally. I was super duper
thrilled, it was my first ever tryst with SNOW. I was over the
top and my friend couldn't stop laughing looking at me. But I least cared. Had
waited whole my life for this moment. I couldn't control, asked the driver to
stop the car, got down and went crazy. It was end of April, which made it even
more awesome.</div>
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We started again after some 20-30 minutes of playing with
snow, posing for some self obsessed pictures. After driving for 30 minutes
approximately we reached SELA PASS, one of the highest motor able passes in the
World. SELA Pass is located at an elevation of 13,700 feet, 78 kms from Tawang
and is the main road connecting Tawang with rest of India. We got down from the
cab, and first thing I saw was the SELA LAKE and my instant reaction was
"if there is heaven, this is it, this is it, THIS IS IT".</div>
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Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-54414942024599346012015-10-09T16:15:00.000+05:302015-10-12T10:28:04.064+05:30I am BACK :P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Thanks to the motivation from some of my close friends I have decided to blog again. Now on it won't be gossip about college days, the reason why I started this blog; but about my travel experiences that inspire me every now and then in my creative activities and gives me much needed break. </div>
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I have been born and brought up in Assam, lived in Dibrugarh during my childhood days before I headed out to India's capital city for my higher studies. I finally returned to Assam due to unavoidable circumstances. But I feel it has been a blessing in disguise. Returning to Assam has helped me build my own brand and has given me the opportunities to travel the north-east which I hadn't explored all this while. But as they say, it's never too late. </div>
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I start blogging again with my trip to Cherrapunji, allegedly the wettest place on Earth. I have had heard and read about Cherrapunji all throughout my formative years, but never bother to visit the place. If I look back now, I regret it. Anyways. Finally a sudden outburst of emotions gave me an opportunity to travel to Sohra (popular name for Cherrapunji) on weekend trip with my cousins. It was peak of monsoons in North-East India, and I would say best time to visit Meghalaya, as its LUSH green and waterfalls in full bloom everywhere. </div>
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We drove directly to the town of Cherrapunji, about 4-5 hours drive from Guwahati. The drive was breathtaking. The view of the open lands was mesmerizing and absolutely romantic (unfortunately I was with my cousins).</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">After reaching Cherranpunji, we started with typically typical tourists spots. We went to the Seven Sisters Fall, The Caves at Sohra, The Eco Park, and a couple of more places, which I don't remember as we didn't find them exciting enough. Seven Sisters Falls is a good spot for clicking a selfie, a view point at the Eco Park gave an awesome view of the neighboring Bangladesh and caves were just ok, over-crowded. I always prefer doing all touristy stuff first and then explore further. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">As the sun sets early in this part of the world, we had to call it a day. We drove back to the resort we were going to stay that night. It's about 25 kms before Sohra. The resort is called Cafe Cherrapunje and we were pretty impressed. As it was full tourist season we had to stay in the tent outside. Tent was pretty decent, but we couldn't sleep much as the drizzle during the night made noise on the tent surface. But one has to be prepared for this as it rains mostly during the nights in Cherrapunji. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Next morning we decided to go to the Double Decker Root Bridge (DDRB), which I had recently heard about from a friend from Mumbai. She had recently visited. Such a shame on me. During our drive to the village of Tyrna, from where the trek to the DDRB starts we got to see some stunning skies. We started our drive at 4.45 am from the resort and it was bright day light. Village of Tyrna is located about 1-1.30 hrs drive from town of Cherrapunji. In the northeast mentioning of kms don't really give you a time estimate of a journey, as roads are hardly well kept. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">The trek from Tyrna to the Umshiang Double Decker Root Bridge is about 3000 steps, a couple of swinging bridges, one or two single deck root bridges and lot of stamina. Luckily as we started early, the sun was not harsh and it was not raining, basically a great weather. If it was raining it would have been tough as steps would have got really slippery. We were able to reach the DDRB in not more than 2-2.30 hrs if I remember faintly. But not before some scary moments for me. We had to cross two swinging wire bridges, first one was not that frightening but the second one almost made me cry and I thought of returning. I am scared of heights. But encouragement from cousins did it for me. I was somehow able to cross it. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">We finally reached the now world famous living root bridge. It is considered to be a natural cum man-made wonder and one of its kind in this ever depleting planet. These root bridges are formed by roots of very old rubber trees with the help of the local Khasi tribes of Meghalaya. The roots are channelized by the locals in such a way that they form natural bridges over rivers and streams. The Double Decker Root Bridge is definitely one place that everyone should visit during their trip to North-East/ Meghalaya. As it was peak of monsoon, the bridge and the area surrounding areas were LUSH green. One could only hear the water flowing and that's it. It was very peaceful and a kind of much needed break after a hectic city life. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Now comes the real tough part. Climbing back. It was almost mid day and sun was as hot as it can get. In the hills sun is always much stronger than the plains. We were biggest fools, we didn't carry any water bottles or food to munch on. If anyone of you ever go trekking there please don't make a mistake like us. During the trek you won't find any shop as such to buy some food or water. We somehow found some taps with water in it. That was the only savior for us. We took much longer to climb back. It was extremely exhausting. EXTREMELY. But on our way we spotted a few pretty butterflies. Whatever said and done, the trek was worth every step we took. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Everyone visits Cherrapunji to see the rains. We were in Cherrapunji for almost two days now, but hardly got to see any rain. I was a little disappointed but not for very long. While returning from Tyrna village till most of our journey till Shillong, we drove almost in the clouds. It was a little risky as we couldn't see anything beyond 20-30 metres, but who cares. It was INCREDIBLE. </span></div>
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"Life is always a contradiction"
By Anonymous Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5235885043764775452011-04-28T18:25:00.001+05:302011-04-28T18:26:42.694+05:30Thought@Day<span style="font-weight:bold;">SLUM TOURISM !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">BY BBC</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6032086915776503102011-02-01T18:05:00.001+05:302011-02-01T18:05:52.681+05:30Thought@Day"It feels good when you can let go off some memories, emotions and people when you had dared you would miss them forever" :|<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-64628891008731050072010-12-27T13:11:00.002+05:302010-12-27T13:13:26.325+05:30Thought@Day"At times you feel you are suffering the maximum until you hear about others and you feel you are doing much better..."<br /><br />By AnonymousAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com149tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-73717015061855197582010-10-25T10:49:00.002+05:302010-10-25T10:59:20.230+05:30Meaning@Politics"Politics (from Greek πολιτικος, [politikós]: «citizen», «civilian»), is a process by which groups of people make collective decisions." says Wikipedia.<br /><br />But are we using the word in its true sense?<br />We associate politics with any matter related to corruption.<br />Infact Politics = Corruption, which is true ;)<br /><br />We keep repeating... Politics is there in every field, be it sports, universities, corporate etc. Again here by politics we mean corruption and not collective decisions. <br /><br />Its time that we shouldn't associate both the words, only then may be we can eradicate Corruption from Politics.Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-48391463704252012442010-09-10T20:38:00.002+05:302010-09-10T20:41:15.619+05:30Thought@Day"Success after many failures tastes sweeter than success at the very first attempt."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1226109332885870192010-07-12T17:15:00.000+05:302010-07-12T17:16:17.313+05:30Thought@Day"Facing your own fears is the greatest fear"<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-83287209357218189702010-05-07T12:32:00.004+05:302010-05-07T12:48:23.922+05:30Thought@Day"Misunderstandings=Fatal".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3736398592754079072010-04-24T15:07:00.001+05:302010-04-24T15:10:37.057+05:30Thought@Day"Technologically Handicapped".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-80870635926417637152010-04-18T13:19:00.003+05:302010-04-18T13:24:19.969+05:30Single@'Kabab Mein Haddi'<span style="font-style:italic;"></span><span style="font-style:italic;">"Tum Kabab Mein Haddi Kyun Ban Rahe Ho"</span><br /><br />When everyone around you is in a Relationship... What are Singles suppose to do?... Be Loners :DAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-62792058430051466232010-04-15T12:03:00.001+05:302010-04-15T12:08:43.743+05:30Thought@Day"Nostalgia is Comforting".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-89994691886318054162010-03-25T12:25:00.001+05:302010-03-25T12:28:31.056+05:30Thought@Day" There's no feeling like the winning in sport and it makes all of life's little pains and irritations disappear".<br /><br />By Dale Steyn, RCB BowlerAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-91072299998204808302010-03-10T11:02:00.001+05:302010-03-10T11:05:11.676+05:30Thought@Day"Permanent Problems are better than Inconsistent Problems".<br /><br />By AnonymousAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-70708397938723550662009-12-28T18:07:00.002+05:302009-12-28T18:19:22.422+05:30@UnbelievableOne just flew over my head... A Kite (Bird) flew over, but not without leaving bleeding scars on my head...Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-72505936852251459602009-11-29T17:03:00.002+05:302009-11-29T17:05:42.529+05:30Thought@Day"Instead of blindly following the concept of sustainability we should get our basics right"<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-55188024582198563442009-11-08T15:35:00.004+05:302009-11-08T16:13:03.815+05:30Breakfast@Langoor..ahahha...........<br /><br />Few days ago, at the institute canteen I was having breakfast with some of my friends. Saw this dog staring at everyone's food and her eyes said "I am starving"....This dog had given birth to few puppies some days back. So I decided to feed her with some more biscuits that were in my bag. It pounced at the biscuits and finished them in a moment. Looking at that, I thought she was really hungry and so decide to feed her with more biscuits. Bought a packet, started giving her the biscuits and kept looking with amazement at the speed she was munching them. And then....................<br /><br />All of a sudden, a langoor jumped from nowhere on her and they started with a fight that lasted for few seconds... And fortunately the skinny dog backed out instantly otherwise she would have been blown away by the langoor.<br /><br />And then...............................<br /><br />The langoor almost jumped on the biscuit packet that I was in my hand and I reacted by throwing the packet to the person sitting right in front of me... And he jumped on him. But luckily the langoor moved away and sat right next to me and started staring in my eyes... it was f***ing frightening. For the next 10 minutes it didn't move so did we. He kept wondering where were the biscuits. Everyone in the canteen was staring at us and were amused and having fun. I had hidden the biscuits behind my bag. Abruptly the friend sitting next to me threw the biscuits at a distance and finally langoor went off and all of us slowly walked off. <br /><br />Seriously it was a breakfast that I will remember for some years to come.<br /><br />This was my second such encounter with a langoor, previously I woke up in the morning in the hostel room to find a langoor sitting right next to me...Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6966317636301646252009-09-30T12:46:00.000+05:302009-09-30T12:47:17.923+05:30Thought@Day"Past can never be erased from the memories, even when a patient starts getting his memory back, he is examined on the basis of what he remembers from the past".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-33333437697892737082009-09-21T19:29:00.009+05:302009-09-21T21:35:46.182+05:30Experience@Indian Public Service"A dead fish can dirty the whole pond": This is the story of the Indian Public Service Department.<br /><br />I think most of the Indian Public Service Departments(PSD) have never been respected by the Indian Citizens because of the corruption that prevails. Torturing normal and innocent citizens for no reason and letgo the culprits has been a common phenomenon in various public departments. Tele-Serial "Office-Office" was able to bring out this aspect of the public service departments brilliantly. <br /><br />I think most of us genuinely don't have high regards for these PSDs except the Army and other Defence departments in the country. Rest are just a source of getting things done. As a matter of fact there are few good people in the PSDs who are there at the service of the citizens. But certain section of people in PSDs manage to earn a bad name for themselves and tarnish the image of their respective departments. <br /><br />What makes me write this post, is the incident that happened with me yesterday at the DADAR station in Mumbai.<br /><br />I had a train to catch from Dadar station to Ahmedabad. I reached Dadar Station from Mahim by Taxi. After reaching the station, I went to the inquiry counter to find out the platform number from where the train was to depart. I didn't get any proper answer. On my way to finding the correct platform I found a female friend who too was struggling to locate the right platform. So we both started hunting together. And in the process we ended up reaching the wrong platform and after asking a hawker there we finally got the correct answer. So while walking from the wrong platform to the correct platform we were stopped by some TC in some blue clothes, who asked for the ticket. We showed our tickets which said reservation from Mumbai Central. But the TC was not ready to listen to us and was arguing with both of us that we were at the wrong platform. <br /><br />I was amazed at the allegation that was made at us. If I am correct, if we have genuine ticket we can be on any platform. But the TC was after our life and said you can't be on any other platform except the one from where the train departs. <br /><br />He took both of us to some shabby room on PLATFORM NO.5, WESTERN RAILWAY, DADAR, where there were 2-3 more people who were getting unnecessarily tortured by the TCs. I told him that we were struggling to find the right platform and by mistake ended up at the wrong platform, but he was not ready to listen and asked for Rs. 504 as FINE. I argued with him for some 15 minutes but in VAIN. He abused me with nasty words such as " TU CHOR LAGTA HAIN SAALE, HARAMI HAIN, MUMBAI MEIN LADKI GHUMA RAHA HAIN" and many more such words. I was totally disgusted but was helpless as I had a train to catch in 5 minutes. When I told him that I am getting late for the train he replied " MAA CHUDAIYE TRAIN". There were two more TCs there, and when I asked them to help me out, they didn't bother to even reply back. <br /><br />He then called another friend of mine, who was standing few meters away from the place where I was getting abused. TC said " Yeh sharif lagta hain isilye mein tujhe chor raha hu, par tujhe Rs. 254 fine dena hoga". I said, but why should I pay a fine, without any fault of mine. But he was not ready to listen and I ended up paying the fine as I had to catch the train.<br /><br />I was not the only one who was humiliated but also few others. The TCs were asking for fine from others and in the process they were literally putting their hands inside their pants, all over and snatching money. It was absolutely a hideous act. <br /><br />After I left the room with my frustration level at its highest level, I went to another TC on the platform asking him if the fine was valid. He said " Aisa kuch nahi hota and he can't fine you". I asked him for help, he said " Mujhe Kya Pata". <br /><br />I couldn't do anything and had to leave with a disgusted feeling. Felt as if I was totally fooled and ridiculed by these irresponsible public service people. <br /><br />Herewith i am attaching the reservation ticket and the excess fare ticket receipt. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuyYzvsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/xcySTu2Es84/s1600-h/DSC06178.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuyYzvsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/xcySTu2Es84/s320/DSC06178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935411065437890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuWVZkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/BO3_dnFu6yk/s1600-h/DSC06177.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuWVZkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/BO3_dnFu6yk/s320/DSC06177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935403534946754" /></a><br /><br />I hope I can do something about this and atleast make sure that these things are not repeated in future.Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-11576885716460936412009-09-11T10:56:00.004+05:302009-09-11T12:04:18.423+05:30Nostalgic@FavoritesNostalgia is something that never seems to go, as the time passes by, the emotion seems to get stronger and deeper.<br /><br />Sports has always been my Favorite. Have grownup seeing various sports like tennis, cricket, formula one, football, athletics, table tennis and many more.<br /><br />Over the years, I had followed certain players in different games. Some of them being favorites and some just time pass :P I think everyone has a favorite in a particular sport which acts as a catalyst for one to keep following the game till the drive to follow finally fades away... .. .<br /><br />All these years I have been stalking specific players and the two players who have always kept me motivating are Sachin Tendulkar in Cricket and Steffi Graf in Tennis. Out of the two one has retired and Tendulkar is inching towards it.<br /><br />Even 10 years after her retirement, I can't believe that she is not playing professional tennis anymore. Even today I can watch her past matches on youtube and read articles written about her years back. So great has been her aura that she still manages to bring a smile on my face. <br /><br />Tendulkar. There was a time when I was so nervous watching him play that I would change the channel (Similar was the story when Graf used to play). The sole reason I started following cricket was Tendulkar. Today the whole world is speculating about his retirement, which is sooner or later going to come true. For sure even years after his retirement I can read about him and watch his innings online. The day he announces his retirement, will mean a curtain on an era that will never be repeated and end of my motivation to follow cricket.Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-71498188478972418292009-08-18T13:25:00.001+05:302009-08-18T13:25:31.633+05:30Thought@Day"We all are hypocrites, but one should atleast try to minimize it".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">By Anonymous</span>Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com232tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-22350998074804929812009-08-07T17:36:00.002+05:302009-08-07T17:39:36.581+05:30Thought@Day'To decide whether or not to cross the line is the biggest dilemma.'<br /><br />By AnonymousAur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-16147571695222874532009-08-03T12:57:00.005+05:302009-08-03T13:24:36.370+05:30Thought@Day'Trust can never be Measured or Assured.'<br /><br />By Anonymous<br /><br />P.S.- When does one decide to trust someone...Aur Bataohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328noreply@blogger.com3