Reviving Memories..


Does it make sense?

Folks, would you please help me understand why and how this could be a coffee ad?
Do leave your comments.

P.S. - Clicked at Frankfurt Airport enroute to Milan. (22nd sept 2009)


Vidyarthi Bhavan

Trip to Vidyarthi Bhavan - 4th July 2009

I am an avid reader on outlook traveller, my window to the world.
recently i happened to read about Vidyarthi Bhavan in OT and it was in my head that one day i have to visit this place and taste the Dosas there.
one night (3rd july 2009), i was driving back home at 11 PM (i am a forced bachelor these days as Surabhi 'n Mireya are in lucknow), called CP to check if he is game to go for a coffee. he suggested that i drop in and then we make a plan.
Bada Bansal, his wife, Nliesh, CP and Sonali - there were all there at CP's place when i arrived.
as usual lot of brainstorming took place about where we should finally go. i was sort of sleepy and could have retired, but then few folks were hungry, and it was decided that we will go to Empire, kormangala for food, it was 1 AM then and we started.
Nilesh was with me and rest of the folks were in Bansal's car. Nilesh wanted to listen to gang's favorite song from Swadesh - Ye jo desh hai Tera.. we were in front of intel office on ORR and we stopped there, called CP to listen to the song... CP saw Intel office and said, he was thinking of joining Intel, and now he wont :-) this is the kinda kick you get when you listen to A. R. Rahman.

Anti climax when we reach Empire. it was shut and we came to know they could not renew the license to be open till 3 in the morning and now they shut down at 11:30 PM itself. We decided we will head back and cook at home (Niesh said he will cook daal so we stopped hunting for a food parcel). on the way back when we were getting out of kormangala, i remembered once i had gone to madiwala mandi road for tea in similar hours, i suggested to try that today and we did. Hungry souls ate like mad whatever was available on that small teashop. i think the time was 2:30 am or some thing. we headed back, reached CP's home, Nilesh cooked Khichdi and all of us were thinking what to do next. and then the Vidyarthi bhavan idea struck me. it opens at 630 and we had few more hours to pass. one more golden idea, lets play Sweep. 4 players and i was the most pathetic one, bansal teamed up with me and saved the game whichi otherwise tried to screw. thanks to cards, it was 6 in the morning, bansal said he wanted to go home, so we 4 were left and we were hungry. Google maps came handy, we got the directions to Vidyarthi Bhavan and started the drive.
some directions - from Marathalli to Silkboard, and then straight continue till banshankri, take a right and again go till dead end and then left, first right continue on the road till you see an HP petrol bunk a left immediately after that, first right and first left (complex isn't it?). this is gandhi bazaar main road and you will find vidyarthi bhavan on your left, you can miss it as it is hidden behind flowers shop, but if you ask someone, every one knows about it.
one suggestion from all of us who went there, try only Dosas and coffee, and nothing else, specially NO idlies please if you wanna come back feeling good.
OT article for someone who wants to get inspired and do it one morning.

Few pics of 4 of us @ VB


And then the fight started...

My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, 'What's on TV?' I said, 'Dust.' And then the fight started... *************************************************************************************
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.' I bought her a weighing scale. And then the fight started... *************************************************************************************When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive...
So, I took her to a gas station..
And then the fight started...
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and my wife kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table. I asked my wife, 'Do you know him?' 'Yes,' She sighed, 'He's my old boyfriend.
I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since.'
'My God!' I said to my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And then the fight started... *************************************************************************************
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?" "Naaah, she can order for herself." And then the fight started... *************************************************************************************A woman is standing & looking in the bedroom mirror.
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband,
'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.' And then the fight started...*************************************************************************************I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream. And then the fight started.... *************************************************************************************
I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?" And that's when the fight started.... ************************************************************************************* When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed..
But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first: the truck, the car, e-mail, fishing, always something more important to me.Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
'When you finish cutting the grass,' I said, 'you might as well sweep the driveway.'
And then the fight started...


Nothing beats a brisk 26.2 miles run through LONDON

22nd April, 2007, a sunny day here in london & i joined the street party called London Marathon with 36000 enthusiatic runners.
Iwoke up quite late and thought i just missed it, switched on the TV and realized that i was not too late, because the general marathon started at 9.45 AM, so i came out, and few yards away from my flat, saw the road was bustling with activity.

i roamed around on the marathon track from west ferry road to cross harbour to canary wharf and click some pics. Check them out...


check this video as well...


Wanna know more about how and where Marathon started?
Visit this Link..


300 - An Epic and Awesome Experience..

Saturday, 24th March 2007, London.
a not so special, boring weekend, with gloomy weather here in london, it was getting quite tough to pass time.... i had done swimming, my favorite exercise these days... had chatted with surabhi and after she went to sleep (time difference in india and UK sucks big time..) i started browsing TV channels, was looking for a good movie in Film 4, and they aired a trailer of movie 300.
i had seen an add in a newspaper yesterday and movie looked promising.
few hours back when i was chatting with Sharma (honourable movie guru), he also vouched that movie is worth watching....

Took DLR from island garden to West india quay, this is the closest place for us to watch movies..

300 is a ferocious retelling of the ancient battle of Thermopylae in which king leonidas and 300 spartans fought to the death against Xerxes and his massive persian army.
Movie is based on a graphic novel by Frank Miller, directed by Zack Snyder and Gerard Butler is king leonidas.

Have a look at the website and u might feel the pull....



GOD is missing!!!

Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.

The boys mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to
see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, Do you know where God is, son?

The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.
So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, Where is God??

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, Where is God??

The boy screamed , ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, what happened?

The younger brother, gasping f or breath, replied, We are in BIG trouble this time.
(I just LOVE reading next line again and again)
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GOD is missing, and they think we did it!


Driving in INDIA.

This hilarious article was written by a Dutchman who spent two years in Bangalore, India, as a visiting expert. A little long article but worth reading it!!!

Driving in Bangalore / India For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India except Bihar, where life outside a vehicle is only marginally safer.

Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints are as follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is "both". Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.

Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position. Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.

Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.

Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.

Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.

Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.

Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often "mopped" off the tarmac.

Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.

One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives. Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical; I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speed breaker"; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.

Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.

Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.

Happy Driving!!

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