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I brief here what I See , what I Read, what I Know, what I Hear. And remember this is my view. No offenses meant.

Friday, June 24, 2005

Here I continue.....

U can c the photos in this link photos . The next morning came, we saw the troubles of others. There were some 6 persons in some tent and they suffered a lot since water came in and joining to it came centipede(!!!!!).

I heard the story that some looked for the time at 10.30 pm itself expecting a quicker dawn. Time came to leave the island and we started to pack the tent. U can c some snaps of myself folding the tents along with Vaasu.

Reached the place where we actually landed. Then we had a small breakfast, some rice variety. Then again to water sports ( allergic..) By the time I reached there it was raining like anything. We were taught to ride coracle and we made some simple ride on it.

My first ride with Deepak was too good. I cud c some people enjoying their ride too. Then I once again made a trip with Satheesh. I am not explaining toomuch.... the experiences in me punched as a nail in green wood.

Time to leave

A first batch moved in Jeep at 4pm. Then the next trip in which I was present. We reached Talguppa and took a bus to Sathara (some 10 km from this place). From there to Shimoga city in another bus. Had dinner over there. Took a train where again problem prompted ou.

TT experience

The TT needs a female passenger. We cajoled him but in vain. There was some mismatch in tickets. Kripa, another friend got and caught into it. We showed him as against his name alone sex was written as female. Somehow the problem got solved.


Reached Banglore at 5 and then to my room at 6 am the next day. A wonderful experience.....:-) Thanks to Anitha and my friend Satheesh for making me available in the trip.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Story side:

The story took place some time back and revolved around a young lad

Named Sam. Sam at that time was working as a programmer, in a small IT company

located in Singapore. During one particular working day, the whole of

Sam's company was requested to work OT in order to meet a deadline due

tomorrow. By the time everything was done, it was already past 1 am and Sam was

the last person left in the office. He was left wondering whether there were

still any bus services at this hour. He decided to try his luck and

quickly tidied up the office, locked up and rushed towards the bus stop. The bus

stop was situated by a small narrow road with dense forestation

surrounding the area. Sam waited for about 20 minutes and was about to make his way

to the main road to catch a cab when a double deck bus appeared from

nowhere. He hesitantly waved it down, boarded the bus and the only person he saw

on the same bus was a frail ghastly looking old woman. The old woman was

dressed in white attire. Sam felt uneasy upon seeing her and was about

to go up to the upper deck when a voice ranged out in Cantonese, "Young

man, don't go upstairs. upstairs dangerous." It was the old woman.

Her comment sent a chill through Sam's bones and he figured that the

upper deck might be "dirty".He decided to heed the old woman's advice and grab

a seat at the lower deck even though he felt uncomfortable by her presence.

It was an agonizing 20 minutes journey before Sam reached his bus stop.

He quickly alighted and turned to steal a quick glance at the old woman,

who stared right back at him by the window. Without further ado, Sam

hastened his pace and was fortunate to reach home safely.

The next day, Sam was requested to work OT and ended up being the last

person left in the office again. It was already past midnight and Sam

was contemplating whether to take a cab home but decided against it in the

end as money was tight. So he made his way to the bus stop again and after

about 20 minutes, the same double deck bus appeared. Sam boarded the bus

and saw the same old woman again. He decided to go to the upper deck

again when the old woman called out to him, "Young man, don't go upstairs.

Upstairs dangerous." Even though, he heard it before, he still felt a

certain fear inside him. To be on the safe side, he reluctantly took a

seat at the lower deck again and reached home with no incidents.

The third day, Sam was asked to do OT again. By now he was feeling

readed and worried as he didn't want to repeat the same process again. But he

obliged nevertheless since it's his livelihood. He was, you guessed it,

the last person left in the office again. He made the same journey to the

bus stop, occasionally checking his back as he walked. The double deck bus

arrived, he boarded it and saw the same old woman again. As he proceeded

to go upstairs, the old woman warned him again, "Young man, don't go

up stairs. Upstairs dangerous." Sam was fed up with the old woman by now and

decided to go upstairs even though he was feeling a bit scared. He saw no one

else when he reached the upper deck and slowly made his way to the back of

the bus and sat down. Sam's heart began pounding away as he waited anxiously

for something to happen. After 20 minutes, with nothing happening, Sam

wen t downstairs to confront the old woman and asked her why she kept saying

it's dangerous upstairs. The old woman turned, stared at him and replied,

"Young man, don't go upstairs. Upstairs dangerous. Upstairs got no bus driver."

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Unforeseen Experiences in HanneMarudu

Present where:

  1. Adel
  2. Anita
  3. Suman
  4. Kripa
  5. Kavita
  6. Vazu
  7. Nithya
  8. Dheepak
  9. Satish
  10. Ganesh
  11. Anuja
  12. Anjana
  13. Rupa
  14. Tulsi
  15. Chander
  16. Satish
  17. Senthil (me, myself)
  18. Venkat
  19. Arnab

It was a sudden opening for me when my friend asked me to join this trip. My plan was to move 2 Mysore to c my room. Months gone after I moved from Mysore.

I accepted the invitation and joined with my friend Satheesh at 9.30pm. In an auto to that oooo oooooo train station which was our place of start to the trip.

Met the friends. It was a small gathering where there was a small introduction between us in the entrance. Made a move to Shimoga by 11.30pm. Reached the destination at 5am the next day and had a small break there.

Moving round here and there, finally got a bus train (I shud say so...) to Talaguppa. Dont know where it wud run or not, i was expecting some body to come there to put a board.. "Used by Tippu sultan to move to his guest house - An antique piece". Finally the bustrain busted 2 Talaguppa. It is some 80 km from Shimoga. Nice experience was it, when it stopped at unseen places in between. The climate was so good and upparwala started drizzling in b/w. Finally it haulted at Talaguppa at 10am. We had a small breakfast.

Then came the Safari trip, moving to adventure place called HanneMarudu. We were there at 11 am.

Dumped our luggages with a small trekking uphill and came back all set to swim or float. We were given life jackets( came to know it can float with 100kg). Luckily i was less than that. ..Gym guy na.. and we had a very good float. I suffered in the beginning but cud able to do it after sometime.

Came back to land at 2pm and had a lunch. Then moved to an Island with tents and our luggage’s. Reached the island. Could not explain how it was. Full of trees. I was looking pale to see how I am going to spend the whole night there. Finally cud see some barren land where tents were pointed.

Our effort to light the place went in vain as it kept on raining. We gathered some wood ( cud not say it was dry….) for it. Useless!!

Stayed in the tent as it started raining. Enjoyed. ..

Give me a break will be writing the next day adventure sooon.......

Adventure continued in this link

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Story side:


It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
" Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects. I cant believe it. "
I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet.
I kissed him on his forehead and smiled . My husband had gone out of station on some business trip and my son immediately called him on his cell and told him of the news.

Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.
I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so excited.
He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student.
From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything ..

By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it?

........all these questions ran through my mind.

I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to him I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.

I never called .......

A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number- friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

>From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...
And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my I was so happy and I wanted to call him.
Just then I got a call.
"Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"
I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him....
I felt I had been a bad wife........
A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did.
I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -26538887"

God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Packka opening. My debut blog scribbling with a salute to mother land. Matujesaalam

Visited a part of her. A trip 2 Honnemardu. Lets call it as HM ( name suffers in my brain)
Waw awesome, made a trip with cool friends (!!! - place never made us dry 2) to HM. Will be soon writing abt it more.
Some chirps:

Long lasting and still - dunno when they will remove. Came to know that this is an bug in MS Word.

Just type in a new document the following and press enter

Goo goo, got a long string ......