One of my friends has recently started blogging about all the different places she has been to. She says...
"I love travelling, to the point of being crazy about it.. never before thought of writing it down, but one trip made me feel there are so many unexplored places in the world.. maybe if my blog can help people explore those, would be a good value addition to this world!!"
http://travelfrreak.blogspot.com/
Keep travelling and writing, travelfrreak! (with a 'double r' emphasis on freak :P)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
English?
This one is stolen straight from an email forward I got. I have been trying to think of new words in similar vein. But maybe I am not mensa material...
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The Washington Post's Mensa Invitation once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's winners. Read them carefully. Each is an artificial word with only one letter altered from a real word.
1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people, that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The Bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
5. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
6. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
7. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
8. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
9. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
10. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
12. Glibido: All talk and no action
13. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
14. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out .
16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
And, the pick of the lot...
17. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
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The Washington Post's Mensa Invitation once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's winners. Read them carefully. Each is an artificial word with only one letter altered from a real word.
1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people, that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The Bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
5. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
6. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
7. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
8. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
9. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
10. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
12. Glibido: All talk and no action
13. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
14. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out .
16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
And, the pick of the lot...
17. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Shifting woes...
We've been in the middle of setting up house for the last couple of weeks now and end just doesn't seem in sight. Some random incidents during our shifting which makes me wonder if everyone goes through this kind of stuff...
1. Our movers & packers were most unprofessional
First, they walk in empty-handed, without any packing material. When we asked them, they said "tension nahi". In my last year's experience I know that people who say "tension nahi" are invariably cause of huge tension and stress. Anyway, they ran out of packing material pretty soon, given that they didn't have any in the first place. At this time, my sis caught one of them trying to stuff things in my handbag in an attempt to pack quickly. Items recovered - AC remote, one pair of scissors, 4 batteries, TV remote, domino's coupons.
After a while, I was on my way to go to the new place in a rick. One of the packers tried really hard to convince me to take the car since it was very hot. But obviously I couldn't due to my limited driving skills. Not wanting to share my life's deepest secrets with him, I quickly walked away. Soon I heard someone from back call out to me. It was this same person running towards me with 2 seemingly heavy bags. "Madam", he says "yeh do bags mein saara glass hai. Aap auto mein le jao, nahi to truck mein to guarantee hai tootne ka". I gave him a piece of my mind, but I did carry the bags with me :(
All this while, Abi was fighting with them to pack the books in a carton. How else could they carry it you might wonder. Their plan was to dump the books with the bookcase in their truck!
Anyway, most things reached safely. Or atleast, things that reached were in one piece.
2. Plumbing is a complicated affair
We were first to move into the building. So naturally, we were guinea pigs to test out any flaws in the plumbing system. Flaws identified so far - (a) Using the flush in one of our bathrooms opens a leak in another flat. And it opens a leak in a different flat every time. The plumbers are at it now, occasionally coming in to flush our toilet and then run around the building to find the newest leak (b) Using the heater in our master bedroom causes a pipe to explode. This apparently is because of water pressure being very high due to other flats being empty. So it should be fixed in a few months. I am hoping other people move in soon.
3. Abdul Breadwala and Coconut Venugopal
As soon as we moved in, tons of domestic support staff came knocking at our doors - milkman, newspaper delivery, grocery stores, ironwala, dry cleaners and the funniest of the lot - Abdul Breadwala & Coconut Venugopal. This breadwala concept is quite new to me, when I have lived in Mumbai most of my life. We were about to turn him away because Abi felt it's a bit luxurious to have a person to deliver bread at home when the grocery store is next door. But Abdul educated us that breadwala is more than just bread delivery. He is essentially bakery on the move. Not a bad proposition at all and pretty good timings. Calling him before 6pm will ensure delivery at 8:30pm on the same day. My favorite though is Coconut Venugopal. He hands out free samples to get consumers. We had barely settled in, when he stood at the door with coconut in hand offering free delivery at anytime of day or night. Since then he has been unreachable though. I just got to know that his cellphone fell into the gutter and services will resume in a week. Looking forward to it.
1. Our movers & packers were most unprofessional
First, they walk in empty-handed, without any packing material. When we asked them, they said "tension nahi". In my last year's experience I know that people who say "tension nahi" are invariably cause of huge tension and stress. Anyway, they ran out of packing material pretty soon, given that they didn't have any in the first place. At this time, my sis caught one of them trying to stuff things in my handbag in an attempt to pack quickly. Items recovered - AC remote, one pair of scissors, 4 batteries, TV remote, domino's coupons.
After a while, I was on my way to go to the new place in a rick. One of the packers tried really hard to convince me to take the car since it was very hot. But obviously I couldn't due to my limited driving skills. Not wanting to share my life's deepest secrets with him, I quickly walked away. Soon I heard someone from back call out to me. It was this same person running towards me with 2 seemingly heavy bags. "Madam", he says "yeh do bags mein saara glass hai. Aap auto mein le jao, nahi to truck mein to guarantee hai tootne ka". I gave him a piece of my mind, but I did carry the bags with me :(
All this while, Abi was fighting with them to pack the books in a carton. How else could they carry it you might wonder. Their plan was to dump the books with the bookcase in their truck!
Anyway, most things reached safely. Or atleast, things that reached were in one piece.
2. Plumbing is a complicated affair
We were first to move into the building. So naturally, we were guinea pigs to test out any flaws in the plumbing system. Flaws identified so far - (a) Using the flush in one of our bathrooms opens a leak in another flat. And it opens a leak in a different flat every time. The plumbers are at it now, occasionally coming in to flush our toilet and then run around the building to find the newest leak (b) Using the heater in our master bedroom causes a pipe to explode. This apparently is because of water pressure being very high due to other flats being empty. So it should be fixed in a few months. I am hoping other people move in soon.
3. Abdul Breadwala and Coconut Venugopal
As soon as we moved in, tons of domestic support staff came knocking at our doors - milkman, newspaper delivery, grocery stores, ironwala, dry cleaners and the funniest of the lot - Abdul Breadwala & Coconut Venugopal. This breadwala concept is quite new to me, when I have lived in Mumbai most of my life. We were about to turn him away because Abi felt it's a bit luxurious to have a person to deliver bread at home when the grocery store is next door. But Abdul educated us that breadwala is more than just bread delivery. He is essentially bakery on the move. Not a bad proposition at all and pretty good timings. Calling him before 6pm will ensure delivery at 8:30pm on the same day. My favorite though is Coconut Venugopal. He hands out free samples to get consumers. We had barely settled in, when he stood at the door with coconut in hand offering free delivery at anytime of day or night. Since then he has been unreachable though. I just got to know that his cellphone fell into the gutter and services will resume in a week. Looking forward to it.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Bike Trip to Durshet (Jul 08)
Abi and I went on a bike trip couple of weeks ago. Needless to say, this post is about how wonderful our trip was. Before I describe our trip, 2 pieces of background information are critical...
1. I nag when I feel like I haven’t been on a holiday for a long time.
Since we’ve moved back to Mumbai, I’ve been nagging Abi about how we don’t go on vacations anymore (this is the only thing I nag about btw. I am seriously ok with some dirty laundry, a few delayed payments and an unkempt house). Pained by my incessant nagging, he gifted me a book for my birthday – 52 weekend getaways from Mumbai. He figured that this gesture indicated his commitment towards going on a holiday and would shut me up for a while. He couldn’t be more wrong for I quickly shortlisted a place, finalized a date and resumed nagging with renewed vigour.
2. I love Abi Hunk
Abi moved to Mumbai 2 months before I did. During this time, he deviously plotted and planned (behind my back) to buy a bike since it’s been a boyish dream of his to own one. He bought this bike called Hero Honda Hunk (which he refers to lovingly as Abi Hunk) and found it necessary to involve me in only one decision – color of the helmet! After I got over being pissed off at not being asked for my opinion, I gradually fell in love with Abi hunk.
...somehow I finally managed to convince Abi of going on a bike trip to Durshet (100km from Mumbai and very close to Lonavala).
Bad beginning to a wonderful trip...
We planned to leave early on Saturday morning. Luckily, it was a bright and cheerful morning with no sight of rain. In high spirits, we quickly began packing. For just an overnight trip, we somehow managed to fill 2 backpacks. As with all trips (and most other things we do), we began with a fight on how the other person had packed the most useless stuff (In my defence, Abi had packed 3 pairs for footwear for the trip!) When we finally finished fighting and got ready to leave, it began raining heavily. We spent half an hour trying to agree on a way to ensure our bag (and clothes inside) don’t get wet. Just when it seemed like we wouldn’t reach any conclusion and might have to call off the trip, the Gods smiled on us and it suddenly stopped raining. We quickly started off before any further issues.
Picturesque route to Durshet...
We headed towards Vashi to take NH4 for Durshet. At the Vashi tollgate, we realized that bikes don’t have to pay any toll. Since then Abi made it a point to go to every toll place on the way and gloat “Bike hai yaar, nikal sakta hoon na?”
Since all cars and most commercial vehicles prefer to take the Mumbai-Pune expressway instead of NH4, we had a fairly empty highway to ourselves. NH4 is amazingly picturesque, definitely way more than the expressway. On the way, Abi kept stopping to take pictures. Being the filmy person that he is, he justified it by saying “Tum saath ho aur mausam haseen hai to yeh gaadi ab ruk ruk ke chalegi”.
On reaching Khopoli Sheel phata, we look a left to go towards Durshet on a state highway. We didn’t see anyone on this road for miles and lost cellphone network somewhere along the way. Abi was distinctly uncomfortable not being accessible, but I was super thrilled since I don’t use my cellphone anyway.
During the entire trip, I sang some random songs at the top of my voice to get back at Abi who doesn’t let me sing otherwise given how badly I croak. It was a truly liberating experience especially when people on the road looked at me quizzically and I sang back at them. I felt like I had made a point (just not sure what it was).
A wet day at Durshet
We reached Durshet at around noon. We stayed at Nature Trails Resort which is a very nice place in the middle of nowhere with decent food. While we entered the resort, there was a group of college kids around, who looked at us like we were some cool bikers (for the first time in my life I felt like anything other than a muggu). So we decided to play the part and totally behaved like biking is what we do on a regular basis.
A quick check of our room revealed a fan that seemed like it could fall on our heads, a few dozen mosquitoes and an otherwise comfortable room. By now it had begun raining again and we were served elaichi chai in verandah. Abi hunk, hot chai, no cellphone signal, wet weather...bliss!
Soon the rain stopped and we went to sit by the river that bordered one end of the resort. We must have spent an amazing hour just catching up on life and it seemed like there was no one around for miles. Then a young boy walked up and sat opposite us on the other riverbank. He was aimlessly throwing stones in the water to kill time. Abi decided to get competitive and told me “Do you know I can do better than him? In fact I can make the stones bounce on the water twice”. I am not sure what led to Abi being threatened by the kid. Maybe he just wanted to put an end to our lets-catch-up conversation and decided to subtly divert my attention with this phenomenal idea. When Abi was bored with competing with the kid, we went back to the resort for lunch and a long afternoon nap.
In the evening, we went back to the river since we found it extremely peaceful and also it was pretty much the only thing to do. This time we spent some time seriously considering whether to go into the water (since we can’t swim and there was no one around to ask how deep it was). As we sat lost in our own thoughts, couple of women working on paddy fields on the other side of the river crossed the entire width of the river (50m) with the water never going higher than their knees. After this, we sort of lost our fascination for the “river”.
While walking back, it rained pretty heavily. Since we were drenched anyway and there was no one around, I somehow got it into my head to dance in the rain (ala bollywood). Mid-way through my dance (!), I realized that 5 old maharashtrian couples were looking at me quite disapprovingly from their rooms. I studiously avoided them for the rest of my stay in Durshet though I did hear their disapproving whispers everytime they saw me.
We spent rest of the day in the rec club playing carom. It was quite a task to get Abi to agree to play carom (as with any other game since I resoundingly beat him 3-2 in our scrabble world championship not too long ago). But he has discovered now that his talents lie in carom after he defeated me in every single game. Last I heard, he was planning to buy a carom board at home.
Next morning, we woke up early to go to the waterfall nearby. The waterfall was nothing great, but the walk was quite nice. Some creepy crawlies jumped at me from tree branches but once that was taken care of, it was fun.
We returned home that afternoon looking happily bombed (as someone in office told me the next day).
Abi’s quirks as a biker...
1. When another driver does not follow lane discipline, makes a sharp turn or has broken some unwritten rule, Abi believes in staring till he catches the driver’s eye and then makes a very senti face (as if to say – you know you made a mistake, don’t you?). If it doesn’t elicit an apology from the other guy (it usually doesn’t), he raises both his hands in the air with a look of resignation on his face indicating that he is most disappointed. None of this has influenced anyone to be a better driver but has definitely given me some anxious moments on the bike.
2. Abi believes that everyone and his grandmother are awestruck at his amazing bike. He shares random pieces of info about the bike with strangers. On our way back from Durshet, one shady looking guy sitting in an ST bus looked at us and said “kya mast hai!!”. Abi thanked him profusely and offered a random piece of trivia about the gear mechanism. I checked with Abi on whether it occurred to him that the guy might have passed a comment at me. Needless to say, Abi looked shocked at how I could even suggest something as preposterous in the presence of the Hunk.
1. I nag when I feel like I haven’t been on a holiday for a long time.
Since we’ve moved back to Mumbai, I’ve been nagging Abi about how we don’t go on vacations anymore (this is the only thing I nag about btw. I am seriously ok with some dirty laundry, a few delayed payments and an unkempt house). Pained by my incessant nagging, he gifted me a book for my birthday – 52 weekend getaways from Mumbai. He figured that this gesture indicated his commitment towards going on a holiday and would shut me up for a while. He couldn’t be more wrong for I quickly shortlisted a place, finalized a date and resumed nagging with renewed vigour.
2. I love Abi Hunk
Abi moved to Mumbai 2 months before I did. During this time, he deviously plotted and planned (behind my back) to buy a bike since it’s been a boyish dream of his to own one. He bought this bike called Hero Honda Hunk (which he refers to lovingly as Abi Hunk) and found it necessary to involve me in only one decision – color of the helmet! After I got over being pissed off at not being asked for my opinion, I gradually fell in love with Abi hunk.
...somehow I finally managed to convince Abi of going on a bike trip to Durshet (100km from Mumbai and very close to Lonavala).
Bad beginning to a wonderful trip...
We planned to leave early on Saturday morning. Luckily, it was a bright and cheerful morning with no sight of rain. In high spirits, we quickly began packing. For just an overnight trip, we somehow managed to fill 2 backpacks. As with all trips (and most other things we do), we began with a fight on how the other person had packed the most useless stuff (In my defence, Abi had packed 3 pairs for footwear for the trip!) When we finally finished fighting and got ready to leave, it began raining heavily. We spent half an hour trying to agree on a way to ensure our bag (and clothes inside) don’t get wet. Just when it seemed like we wouldn’t reach any conclusion and might have to call off the trip, the Gods smiled on us and it suddenly stopped raining. We quickly started off before any further issues.
Picturesque route to Durshet...
We headed towards Vashi to take NH4 for Durshet. At the Vashi tollgate, we realized that bikes don’t have to pay any toll. Since then Abi made it a point to go to every toll place on the way and gloat “Bike hai yaar, nikal sakta hoon na?”
Since all cars and most commercial vehicles prefer to take the Mumbai-Pune expressway instead of NH4, we had a fairly empty highway to ourselves. NH4 is amazingly picturesque, definitely way more than the expressway. On the way, Abi kept stopping to take pictures. Being the filmy person that he is, he justified it by saying “Tum saath ho aur mausam haseen hai to yeh gaadi ab ruk ruk ke chalegi”.
On reaching Khopoli Sheel phata, we look a left to go towards Durshet on a state highway. We didn’t see anyone on this road for miles and lost cellphone network somewhere along the way. Abi was distinctly uncomfortable not being accessible, but I was super thrilled since I don’t use my cellphone anyway.
During the entire trip, I sang some random songs at the top of my voice to get back at Abi who doesn’t let me sing otherwise given how badly I croak. It was a truly liberating experience especially when people on the road looked at me quizzically and I sang back at them. I felt like I had made a point (just not sure what it was).
A wet day at Durshet
We reached Durshet at around noon. We stayed at Nature Trails Resort which is a very nice place in the middle of nowhere with decent food. While we entered the resort, there was a group of college kids around, who looked at us like we were some cool bikers (for the first time in my life I felt like anything other than a muggu). So we decided to play the part and totally behaved like biking is what we do on a regular basis.
A quick check of our room revealed a fan that seemed like it could fall on our heads, a few dozen mosquitoes and an otherwise comfortable room. By now it had begun raining again and we were served elaichi chai in verandah. Abi hunk, hot chai, no cellphone signal, wet weather...bliss!
Soon the rain stopped and we went to sit by the river that bordered one end of the resort. We must have spent an amazing hour just catching up on life and it seemed like there was no one around for miles. Then a young boy walked up and sat opposite us on the other riverbank. He was aimlessly throwing stones in the water to kill time. Abi decided to get competitive and told me “Do you know I can do better than him? In fact I can make the stones bounce on the water twice”. I am not sure what led to Abi being threatened by the kid. Maybe he just wanted to put an end to our lets-catch-up conversation and decided to subtly divert my attention with this phenomenal idea. When Abi was bored with competing with the kid, we went back to the resort for lunch and a long afternoon nap.
In the evening, we went back to the river since we found it extremely peaceful and also it was pretty much the only thing to do. This time we spent some time seriously considering whether to go into the water (since we can’t swim and there was no one around to ask how deep it was). As we sat lost in our own thoughts, couple of women working on paddy fields on the other side of the river crossed the entire width of the river (50m) with the water never going higher than their knees. After this, we sort of lost our fascination for the “river”.
While walking back, it rained pretty heavily. Since we were drenched anyway and there was no one around, I somehow got it into my head to dance in the rain (ala bollywood). Mid-way through my dance (!), I realized that 5 old maharashtrian couples were looking at me quite disapprovingly from their rooms. I studiously avoided them for the rest of my stay in Durshet though I did hear their disapproving whispers everytime they saw me.
We spent rest of the day in the rec club playing carom. It was quite a task to get Abi to agree to play carom (as with any other game since I resoundingly beat him 3-2 in our scrabble world championship not too long ago). But he has discovered now that his talents lie in carom after he defeated me in every single game. Last I heard, he was planning to buy a carom board at home.
Next morning, we woke up early to go to the waterfall nearby. The waterfall was nothing great, but the walk was quite nice. Some creepy crawlies jumped at me from tree branches but once that was taken care of, it was fun.
We returned home that afternoon looking happily bombed (as someone in office told me the next day).
Abi’s quirks as a biker...
1. When another driver does not follow lane discipline, makes a sharp turn or has broken some unwritten rule, Abi believes in staring till he catches the driver’s eye and then makes a very senti face (as if to say – you know you made a mistake, don’t you?). If it doesn’t elicit an apology from the other guy (it usually doesn’t), he raises both his hands in the air with a look of resignation on his face indicating that he is most disappointed. None of this has influenced anyone to be a better driver but has definitely given me some anxious moments on the bike.
2. Abi believes that everyone and his grandmother are awestruck at his amazing bike. He shares random pieces of info about the bike with strangers. On our way back from Durshet, one shady looking guy sitting in an ST bus looked at us and said “kya mast hai!!”. Abi thanked him profusely and offered a random piece of trivia about the gear mechanism. I checked with Abi on whether it occurred to him that the guy might have passed a comment at me. Needless to say, Abi looked shocked at how I could even suggest something as preposterous in the presence of the Hunk.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I have been tagged...
Confused Rambler shared his biggest quirks with the world (or the few odd people who read his blog) and has tagged me to do the same. I have no clue why I am doing this, but here goes...
1. I love stationery !! I can spend hours in the store browsing through all sorts of writing material - notebooks, paper, envelopes, diaries, pens, pencils...ya especially pencils :)
2. I make a detailed agenda during vacations which of course we never follow. But even the act of making an agenda is so fulfilling
3. I dont like the feeling of weightlessness that comes with amusement park rides, planes etc.
4. I DETEST bass sounds because it makes me restless and uncomfortable. I have a theory that the bass frequencies resonate with my heart and might cause it to explode. My theory has been rubbished and I have been ridiculed by my friends. But when has the world recognized greatness?
5. I dont answer my cell phone. It is for me to contact others, not others to reach me at will. Needless to say,
I never check my voicemail. Can someone tell me how to disable it?
6. I get cranky when hungry. So Abi ensures I am well-fed at all times
I think this should do for now. For my part, I am tagging Ink, quirky quill, meravablog and T to share their biggest quirks...
1. I love stationery !! I can spend hours in the store browsing through all sorts of writing material - notebooks, paper, envelopes, diaries, pens, pencils...ya especially pencils :)
2. I make a detailed agenda during vacations which of course we never follow. But even the act of making an agenda is so fulfilling
3. I dont like the feeling of weightlessness that comes with amusement park rides, planes etc.
4. I DETEST bass sounds because it makes me restless and uncomfortable. I have a theory that the bass frequencies resonate with my heart and might cause it to explode. My theory has been rubbished and I have been ridiculed by my friends. But when has the world recognized greatness?
5. I dont answer my cell phone. It is for me to contact others, not others to reach me at will. Needless to say,
I never check my voicemail. Can someone tell me how to disable it?
6. I get cranky when hungry. So Abi ensures I am well-fed at all times
I think this should do for now. For my part, I am tagging Ink, quirky quill, meravablog and T to share their biggest quirks...
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