Well.. sometimes its a good feeling to be a vella.! haha..I love it to stay in bed for a long, to break my disciplined schedule, to not to wear formals all the time (man I hate to wear neck tie, although I look good with it). N believe me its a terrific cold here in Madhya Pradesh. I have experienced almost all the cold weathers in all the states, this one is too much and I'm liking it. 

Ok, there is one more reason I'm vella this week, Leg injured. Here in Jabalpur there is a holy river called Narmada aka Narmada ji, as they call it here. N there was a big mela last sunday here in Bhedaghat, remember Asoka's raat ka nasha song wala location. So, I along with some friend I made here had gone for a Snan in this river in the earliest morning at 6 am. 

Believe me, already its cold and in addition to that all the floor of the earth is marble, so it was painfully cold. I was very hesitant doing this Snan thing in public. But to my surprise almost every single creature there at ghat, including all sized females, were doing this thing. So, finally I jumped off in the water and while I was enjoying the cold thing, my left leg slipped because of the water current and I felt down in water. blood n blood..!! '

There was no sensation of the injury till evening, later it started showing its magic. Nothing's serious, have applied bandages n all.

Till this time have roamed around 16000Km here in MP, did set up some good things for my company and for unprivileged,  recruited more than 255 employees, visited 300 poor households and 28 districts. So all in all its a good sleep at night, peace. 

Also, staying with some amazing people. Getting a smell of real India. I actually saw Peepli Live like people here and felt them. Came to conclusion. India is grat. Flying off to various Asian countries Next year but I know I'l still feel , India is Great. 

Trying to upload some pics. 

On the way to bhedaghat. with Soni family. One the best mates I have made here in JBP

Damn server is holdin me to upload some more pics.

These days I m traveling like crazy from place to place. And its definitely on my mind to write a memoir, though I have started to shape it. Guys since last 7 days I have traveled almost 5000 kms, 3 states, and around 8 cities where I have never been to. People and people. Being an HR person for me its all about people.

Right now Im in Jabalpur and gona meet Dona Ganguly, Saurav Ganguly's wife at Bedaghat. 

Do you remember Kareena's song in Asoka.. "Raat ka nasha abhi.." that place is bedaghat, there are literally hills of Marble and Narmada river flows like anything. Spellbound, tonight Im going there.

Till december I'll cover all the Indian cities, almost hann. From Jan, I'll be flying for Jakarta, Singapore, Brazil..n don't know where.! Pry for me.! 

Love you all. Pics coming. More on FB.

Date - 13/10/2010

Day - I don't remember.

Place - My HO at bengaluru.

Time - 1000 hrs.

People - Shantanu, COO(Male), CEO(Male), MY VP- HR (female), Sr. Manager(Operations)

Scene - Everyone dressed up professionally, Neck tie n all (I don't like tie). Everyone gets up one after other and gives presentation. 

- Pathetic presentations by VP, Irritated CEO.

-  Sr. Manager gets yp for ppt. 

- First bring bearable 5 mins. 

- Suddenly he starts rubbing his balls. 1 st warning by COO.

- Me, LoL too much from inside, but couldn't from outside.. uffff suffocation.

- Again 5 min, irrestible itching in his balls. He starts rubbing. 

- SUSPENDED FOR 2 MONTHS. : CEO Roars.

- Itch guard could have prevented this. 

That is why don't rub your balls guys.

 I seriously cannot stay at a place where I do get some kind of a high or some kind of a "Nashaa". Well, I don't know why did I write this sentence? 

Anyways, its since ages that I have been to my blog. Last some days are truly memorable for me and I know its not gonna end here as I am going to go places in coming  months. Its a great deal of satisfaction and contentment I am experiencing that one craves for out of his job. Its a magical feeling when you see lives of grass root people are getting altered because of your one act, may its professional by your point of view, but its truly a big deal for you.

I have so many stories to tell, about people, about places, about food, about egos, attitudes n so much. Rarely do I get a good time to write all this stuff. Weekends I go for tracking or some kind of a site seeing when I am in a new a place. Since last month, I have explored some unknown places in and around bangalore, davangere, Mysore, tumkur, aurangabad, Delhi and so many small n remote places. And of course food without fail. I can't afford to miss regional food tastes. So you see its totally a packed week and I have told many of you, my dell baby do not allow me to open my blog.

But ya, I do keep in touch with all of those on FB. I bought one super k0ol nokia machine which takes some awesome photographs, "with sigh," abhi tak sirf mere cabin, chair n ek mera he photu liya maine...kitne saare fotos lene hai...!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'll upload those on FB, almost all of you are there in my FB list, "blush rising"..

I truly miss you all veryyy muchhh..!! Dip, I was always in touch with your mood, these days I don't know what are you upto. I am starting reading your stuff right away. Today only, me ans Swati were discussing about you, soo see how much do we care and always wana be in touch with you. 

Bebo..!! Sonal, now you have became an inevitable friend that I cannot afford to lose. I am truly thankful of this place aka venting machine for having met us, FB  also. Its always fun and refreshing as I have already mentioned on FB, to share thoughts with you. The basic vital element that I like of this friendship is its no exaggeration and its just like that. No matter how less I'm on blog, I am so happy FB has given that place to catch up. Always be happy, all the good things, good people, best friends are there for you and you are a serious sweetheart..! 

Swati mata, you rockkk..!! and yes you also a sweetheart and love you too.!! I know you hate flattering and can tear one up if you don't like, but I can do it well. zel lo..! I have already done you tarrif there at FB and I mean it girl. Find some time to write some posts I'l be obliged. all the best.  and follow me na yaar, I want you here in my friend list.

Splurjo Splurjo Splurjo..... remember me kya?? kahan ho tum, infact you should ask this to me. but anyways, I miss you and your mature words too. I'll mail you tonight. 

Nosto girl.. I have some god wishes for you. first of all a peace of mind, all the happiness in the world, and love love love..!! all that you deserve.  

Pavitra.. Its as if I am doing a sin that I am not reading your posts. But I'll make sure to read out all those this weekend. You really write well, no doubts, its blessing to write poems

I shall write one interesting post of my interesting experience in bangalore. 

for now guys aasata la vistaa..!

loads of love n luckss..

:))))

Monsoon  always brings life with her. She nourish the tadpoles, blows oxygen into orchids, wraps the green shawls around the shoulders of mountains. I don't like to get wet too much but enjoy the changes she paints on the canvas of nature. 

Lonavala and Khadala are one such places around here where Sun is on leave for four months of monsoon. Fog holds your breath while you ride or drive to the Tiger Hills. Usually, its 25 min of bike ride to tiger hills from lonavala, but we took 11/2 hrs. to reach. This is because each waterfall on the way has his own story to tell. 

Spellbound. I was accompanied with some friends from Patna, Nagpur, Bhopal, Orissa. I don't find it much difficult to make friends from any planet.

Pics are of Lonavala, Amby valley, Tiger hills and Khandala. 

                         

                                       

Two Ass

Crab.

Zero Visibility at Tiger Hills

That's my bike there. Red one 04

The roads were too clean.

Tigerhills waterfalls.

Bhushi dam.

Today, I witnessed a suicide. It was in our colony. The sight was terrible. At around 4pm the family started shouting. We are not but almost live close by that house, so heard the screams. I rushed asap.

The door was closed from inside and from the window I could see the daughter-in-law of the family was hanging to ceiling fan. We, some five to six men, tried too hard to break the door. Finally Police arrived and one Daya style police wala broke the door.

When we entered inside, her FM radio was on and the song airing was 

                              "Cheenti pahad chadhe Marane ke waasatey

                                Ladki kare fashion ladkon ke waasatey."      irony..!!

I really prey one should not witness such scenes, especially ladies. This is because two of the females there puked on the spot as they saw the dead body. The tongue was out of the mouth, you wont believe the length of the tongue, it was double the normal. The legs, in fact the whole body, was stretched. I can't forget those eyes, only white part was visible. Don't know where the pupils were gone. Scaryy..

I couldn't stand those cries n all. I took my bike and went to mall, bought 3 Ts, one Osho slippers. Life is to love why the hell one need to end life this way. Attitude of gratitude , Im following it.!