<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:24:43.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ThiS lEfT fEEls riGht !!</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all about mind and matter.. i don mind u don matter..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115960426596509754</id><published>2006-09-30T13:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:51:44.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aaapa Khabar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/466escd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Our driver Umesh turned out to be a big fan oh Himesh Reshimiya and he didnt spare us for a single moment durin the trip from Himesh's Suroor..Still early mornin a long way to go ..everyone tryin to make up for their last night's sleep..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i usually cant sleep while travellin so was accompanyin the driver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a few stops on the way we made it to our destination Kabbe Holidays in Kakkabe,Coorg.It took us some time to scratch out way from Virajpet To Kabbe holidays which was situated right midst of the beautiful Kabbe hills..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;completely secluded from the rest of the world ..it promised to be a ideal weekend for me..Dilip our host at Kabbe Holidays turned out to be a splendid host.. we were greeted with Coffee and some home made cookies as soon as we reached ther..Later we had out lunch some Rajma and Chappatis ..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the plan was freshen up and explore the Kabbe hills and later the water falls down the valley..Dilip guided us with the trek up the Kabbe Hills...it took us around 30-40 mins goin uphill ..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/mememe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/mememe.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the view awaitin us at the top was truly amazin..beautiful green pastures ..low lyin clouds all seemed picture perfect..we sat cracked few jokes .. actaully many on Payal.. ;-)  and started comin downhill.. by the time we came down another round of coffee was waitin for us.. we had some and then again Dilip guided us to the waterfalls..the water level was not tht much high . but was enuf to scare me.. still &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to venture a bit in the waters.. took some courage as the water was quite cold.. we played for some time near the falls till it started drizzlin.. and we ran back for some shelter to our cottage..no point runnin away from water though as we were supposed to go for  white water rafting in KAvery :-( .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun had set and a perfect evening was awating us.. we were provided a bootle of home made gooseberry wine .. we sipped and danced as the dinner was gettin ready for us.. after all the trekkin and walkin all ppl wanted was food.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner awaited us.. i got my share coorgie chicken and i made sure not a single piece was left .. :-) ..post lunch everyone lazed around .. played few games cracked few jokes till around 1 in the mornin .. and one by one ppl slept.. Early mornin had to wake up arounf 6.30 to go for raftin.. keepin our reputation we all managed to get up and get ready by 8.30 in the mornin..breakfast was awatin for us on the dining table... everyone grabbed whtever tehey cud.. and we left for Dubare elephant kamp, Madikeri Cauvery river for rafting.. It took us more than an hour to reahc ther.. we had already booked a raft last evenin with the help of Dilip.. we were charged 700 bucks for a long run of around 12 kms downhill .. 8 ppl on a raft with lifejackets and helmets on.. 6 of us rowin..took a lot of toll.. many times the calls from the trainer "Left Forward" and "Right Forward" ended up in deaf ears.. best part was when we jumped into the water and floated on our backs.. i was shiverin by the time we climbed back to our rafts as the water was freezin cold...the ride was quite excitin wiht many rapids on the way..had a lot of fun having water fights with other rafts..and racing with them... in all a great experience..took us around 3 hours to cover the distance with no major hiccups.. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was KushalNagar,Golden Temple,Bylekuppe is the second largest Tibetan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; settlement outside Tibet, complete with a Tibetan monastery with 7,000 monks, a Tibetan village and a flea market.Amazing architecture ,beautiful colors , Huge idol &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of lord Buddha and beautiful paintngs on the wall a photgraphers paradise.. we spent around 2 hours exploring the place..till we got back to our Car and our Mr Umesh Reshmiya with more Suroor on our way back to Bangalore.... As if all the fun was not over the Jing bang on the way back found a small fair happening next to the highway..we again took a break ..while everyone enjoyed the rides in the fair.. i sipped a cup of tea with Umesh.. Finally after ther was no more ride left we moved on towards bangalore.. Reahced bangalore around 12 in the night.. A wonderful trip.. and ideal weeekend stop Coorg from Bangalore.. Must Visit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomodation : &lt;a href="http://www.kabbeholidays.com"&gt;http://www.kabbeholidays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round trip : Approx 800 Kms&lt;br /&gt;Cost : Rs 2200 per head(Includeing Accomodation,food,Booze,Rafting,Transportation and Misc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115494914107778522?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115494914107778522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115494914107778522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115494914107778522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115494914107778522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-sahara-to-scotland-tired-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115400043579328336</id><published>2006-07-27T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:10:35.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Human trafficking .. the great kabutarbazi..</title><content type='html'>Mauritania,Africa... if u would call Afirca the dark continent.. i would call Mauritania the lost country...situated in the western sahara on the shores of Atlantics..sandwiched betweeen Senegal and Morrocco.. this country had already given me some amazin stories to remember.. but i never knew that on my way back to India.. i would get an opportunity to get  on hand exp to one of the sad n rather mysterious cases of Human trafficking.... From Asia to Europe Via Africa.. from the Medditeranian to Spain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My route from Mauritania was via Casablanca and Dubai..I generally need to wait for around 10 hours to get my next connecting flight from Casablanca to Dubai..Sitting at the Casablanca Airport can get a lil frustrating..knowing you don hav much to do ther.. and u wont find many Indians to chat around with..Luckliy i found a guy who looked to me like an Indian.. i was already getting bored .. thought i would approach him.. still not sure whether he was an Indian.. i asked him in English .. if he was from India.. got a strange look from him .. later he responded in urdu sayin,"betho yaar,koi apni jaban samazne wala to mila"...i guessed it he was from Pakistan.. for me this was the first time meetin any gentleman from Pak.. i felt a lil akward initially but later opened up nicely..immidiately i shifted my dialect from english to Hinda.. was missin spealin hindi in Mauritania since days..had a very healthy chat with him i should say.. he was suprised to hear stories about me and India.. and that i was travellin for my company..i was also givin all the gyan i should say.. later i went to meet one of the policeman at the airport who knew me from my last visit at the airport.. pronounicing me as Mr.India.. he introduced me to a person sayin he is also your brother.. the other guy seemed a thin quite guy with his shades on..i shaked hands with him .. and got to knw  he was from Bangladesh.. gr8 .. i started feelin the air.. India,Pak n Bangladeshi all together.. i introduced him with the paki guy  and then the stories begun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bangladeshi started unfoldin his bag of stories.. i was shocked to knw tht he had been in Mali for more than 2 years doin nothin.. he had been brought by an agent frm bangladesh and had promised him an entry in Spain or rather europe... the bangla had reached Mali with 15 other guys, a valid passport and some money .. as soon as he reached Mali the Agent he said started changin colors.. or i shud say showing his orignal colors.. the agent took all their passport and Money and dumped these ppl to some village in Mali.. regularly he used to visit them ...showin hopes of reachin Spain.. oneday he made it clear to themm .. they were supposed to Reach morrocco through the desert route and then from the coast catch  a ferry and enter the univiting gateway to Europe through the medditerenean sea..the way seems easy to write for me .. but for ppl who knw the Sahar desert..might realise this could turn out to be very deadly.. and it was as per the Bangla guy.. On his way he had seen many Indians,pakis and bangladeshis loose their life.. leavin their family completely without anythin behind..not even their dead  body .. which used to be burried in the sands of Sahara.. forever.. on his way in the desert,.. the bangla guy had survived for 15 days without food and water.. his stomach got rotten and he had to do a major operation to be done in Mali.. which cost him 40,000 Rs.. the cost was taken care by all the indian , paki and bangladeshi brothers.. acc to him a jeep would go thorugh the desert carrying around 20-25 ppl with no spaced to breathe forget space to move.. u were supposed to sit like this for contuos 10 -12 hours.. he waould say.. any complain and the driver wud shoot u.. many even got paralysed sittin in this manner according to him.. one of such jeeps ended up in a crossfire from the Morrocon army .. a bullet went right through the petrol tank.. and many got roasted immidiately.. he himself had burried 7 such roasted bodies of his Indian brohters he said.. because in the middle of the desert one could not give flame to them .. such was the shortage of water that they were even ready to drink each others urine,, rahter than dyin thirsty..All this and many had happened during his 2 years tenure in Mali. tryin for Spain.. for many other friends of his.. it was more than 4-5 years tryin to reach spain.. according to him Nasseeb-Luck was the factor.. Luckily for him he was back to his senses.. 2years of suffering was enuf for him.. he had decided to go back .. he carried someone else's passport and ticket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morroccon Airport officials wont stop him from going back with someone elses' passport .. he happily told me.. " bhai koi airport trouble like nahin karta" if they dont allow me to go back.. they need to keep mw in their country ..which they would never do.. and he was right.. the policeman sittin next was there to make sure.. that the bangla guy leaves his country.. May be in Bangladesh he'll land up in Jail but he was ready for that..All the whilw the Paki was hearing all this.. and he had told me he was leaving to Senegal to meet his fren... later the bangladesshi told me when we were alone tht the paki was also tryin his luck for Spain.. "Mein usko dekhte hi pehchan gaya tha.. "candidly he said..may be he was right .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the bagla had reached back home and is with his family.. the story was quite scary for me at first. but later i realised it was very common for many other Indians,Pakis and Bangladeshis falling for some Agent.. all he cares for is money.. the future the famlily and the lives of such ppl has no value for them... On the ending note - i would say or rather jus hope the authorities realise the situation and stops the bussiness of human trafficking ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115400043579328336?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115400043579328336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115400043579328336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115400043579328336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115400043579328336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/human-trafficking-great-kabutarbazi.html' title='Human trafficking .. the great kabutarbazi..'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115339244556597771</id><published>2006-07-20T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:17:25.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mauritania Food Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/400/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes the food stop in Mauritania.. Hotel Park ..serves lebanese&lt;br /&gt;cuiseine.. 10 steps away from my appartment...a slow and very cozy place..&lt;br /&gt;not to forget always empty :-)..&lt;br /&gt;i always prefer to have take-aways from here..&lt;br /&gt;Attached you'll find my catch for yesterday night..Poissone Grille..Well not&lt;br /&gt;poison.. this one was as good as Amrut.... leads u to Nirvana..Fish Grill !!&lt;br /&gt;A much needed break from my daily doses of Poulet(chicken) grill and our&lt;br /&gt;very own 2 minutes Maggi Noodles..and it was a wonderful break too...Fresh&lt;br /&gt;from the evening market held after fishermen arrive at 5 in the eve from&lt;br /&gt;their latest venture in the Atlantics..Am sure my Mallu friends hav started&lt;br /&gt;smackin their lips by now..The pic does not give a clear pic of the size of&lt;br /&gt;the fish.. but the lemon u see in the pic was good as the oranges we get&lt;br /&gt;back home..don wanna bore u with much literature...leavin u with the pic of&lt;br /&gt;the same ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/fish-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/400/fish-closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115339244556597771?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115339244556597771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115339244556597771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115339244556597771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115339244556597771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/mauritania-food-stop.html' title='Mauritania Food Stop'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115315375158730819</id><published>2006-07-17T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:59:11.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Soft State!!</title><content type='html'>Have recently been following a lot of articles regarding the 11/7 Mumbai blasts..the political drama and mumbai spirits surrounding the same incidence.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of them,the author writes about the politics being played around following the attacks on Mumbai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govern or get out, BJP tells UPA&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev Ranjan Roy | New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;The Pioneer&lt;br /&gt;July 13, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a blistering attack on the Centre for compromising&lt;br /&gt;national security, the main Opposition Bharatiya&lt;br /&gt;Janata Party on Wednesday told the United Progressive&lt;br /&gt;Alliance Government to either "govern or get out" in&lt;br /&gt;the interest of the nation and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking stock of the internal security scenario in the&lt;br /&gt;aftermath of the serial bomb blasts in Mumbai trains&lt;br /&gt;and the deteriorating situation in Jammu and Kashmir,&lt;br /&gt;the BJP passed a strongly worded resolution at the&lt;br /&gt;meeting of the party's national office-bearers on&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, stating, "Govern or get out. It must choose&lt;br /&gt;between the vote and India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to the "soft approach" of the Centre in&lt;br /&gt;tackling the problem of terrorism, the BJP accused the&lt;br /&gt;Government of not doing enough to ensure that&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan's territory was not abused for exporting&lt;br /&gt;terrorism to India. "India has become a soft state&lt;br /&gt;under the UPA's two-years rule," the resolution said...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a typical oppostion statement made by BJP,tryin to take advantage of the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Same BJP we are talkin about that ruled India in 1999.The head of Jaish, Maulana Masood Azhar, was released by the Government of India on December 31, 1999 along with Ahmed Omar Saeed Sheikh in exchange for passengers of an Indian Airlines plane that had been hijacked to Kandahar, Afghanistan.Subsequently, Sheikh was convicted of the brutal murder of Wall Street Journal journalist Daniel Pearl and Maulana Azhar became a vocal critic of the US presence in Pakistan.The same so called "Soft approach" from the BJP.They didnt have any critic within BJP opposin their soft state approach.They could have taken a stand in 1999 and taken some strict actions..they had all the chance when the plane was in Chandiagarh..I mean how many would dare to hijack of say a country like ISrael..nobody dares.. we could hav changed in 1999..but than politics is not an easy game..Also the IA hijack was not a single case..The parliment attack,the AKshrdham attack..many came at the time our very own BJP was in power..&lt;br /&gt;The above views does not mean the congress has been less guilty..the hav failed to take their chances and stand out ..take a very tough stand . i mean the people of India are not be taken granted..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryin to make any political point here.. but this is the way our country has been.. always been...the britishers came looted our country for many decades..before that the moghals had come from outside and ruled us for ages...India has always been a soft state..No party,no King is better,so i feel BJP shud really not make such statements..and may be help in a more constructive way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/train_india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/train_india.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we still wake up the next day,wash our face and as if nothin has happened.. the same thing happened to Mumbai..the trains were full next day .. the buses were full next day .. and Mumbai was back on its feet the papers said..the things are normal!!I have ready many mails and articles praising the spirit of mumbai..chanting Majrooh Sultanpuri's words ..aye dil hai mushkil jeena yahan zara hatke zara bachke ye hai bambai meri jaan ..but does Mumbai or Mumbaikar really have any other option ...but to wake up and leave for work next day..it has nothing to do with pride or resilience .&lt;br /&gt;It is a mere question of hunger that drives them. such are the high standards of competition and survival that they are left with no time ..Let the administration not bask in this 'glory' that things are all normal. ...Can things be normal for the families of the over 200 dead ever?..Mumbai will be back on its feet but these families will never be..India has to stand up against such mayhem.. and try to build up an image a strong one....Every Indian shud proudly be able to say "Nobody hurts my motherland and goes away with it"..India shud strike back!! a few lakh rupees for the dead is not enough a price for lost Indian honour.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115315375158730819?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115315375158730819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115315375158730819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115315375158730819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115315375158730819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/soft-state.html' title='A Soft State!!'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115252697935759097</id><published>2006-07-10T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:08:50.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beach Sabah .. Nouakachott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/title.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First weekend in Nouakachott.. not many things to do.. decided to visit one of the beaches..made plans with my driver Mouhjeb .. he was supposed to pick me up between 4 and 5 in the eve.. as per the plans he was ther to pick me up around 4.40 PM..we picked his family on the way... they were quite welcomin to me ... and greeted me sayin "Sallam walle ku" ... hav watched a few feroz Khan movies .. so me to replied back in arabic sayin "walla ku assalm" and "sabah".. not sure which one would be &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/way.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/shell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/prints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/prints.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/green-sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/green-sea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/foot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/fising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/fising.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/fisherman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/catch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/boats-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/boats-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/boats.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;appropriate.. neways off we were to the beach .. a 10 kms drive to the beach.. makes u feel like ur on ur way to DUmas(a surati wud immediately relate to this one.).. this was my first drive through the city.. and i candidly started noticing varied things happenin around the city .. ney fool would make out which sports is followed here. its foolball everywher... u c the ronaldo,zidane,lampard and the pele's of Mauritania showcaing their skills as we drove thru the open roads of Noukachott..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauritania has 800 kms long strech of sea coast along the Atlantic Ocean.And as a result fising is one of the main incomes for the country... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a short drive we reached our destination..The Sabah Hotel.. it was a beach resort..we parked and i had my first glimpse of the Atlantics.. not quite the same as the Arabian sea back home.. the water here are quite naughty.. u can easily make it out seing the bouncy waves and the fizz made by them along the strech.. Not quite a baywatch scene.. less crowded , a mix of europian tourists and the locals..i shud say the right no.. aclean beach... the beautiful sands and the fresh waters... and ideal combination to sit n relax..hav a stroll on the beach..makes u calm n forget everythin..Mauritania may not be one the ideal tourist locations.. but these undiscovered beaches along the Atlantics makes it an tempting place to visit for many french and other europian tourists during the summers...i had a quiet walk down the beach .. clickin pictures offcourse.. wanderin on the beach for a while i reached one of the local fishermen's village .. long bright colored boats parked in a line .. ready to conquer the waves.. along side was a big fish - market .. fresh catch directly from the sea up for sale.. and it really looked temptin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still anxious and discoverin new things along the beach n clickin pictures i never realised how far i had walked down.. Mouhjeb was shoutin me to come back..soon i realized the same and started to depart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely experience  and i hope to many such experiences in Mauritania...ending the note with few pics i captured along the beach Sabah...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115252697935759097?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115252697935759097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115252697935759097' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115252697935759097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115252697935759097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/beach-sabah-nouakachott.html' title='Beach Sabah .. Nouakachott'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115218703364459346</id><published>2006-07-06T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:41:16.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NoukaChott a place to be..</title><content type='html'>Noukachott &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noukachott" in the local arabic language means a place where winds meet..havent faced these winds as yet but it sure can get dusty and temperatures can really soar up durin the &lt;br /&gt;afternoon .. the heat and the dust reminds me of my good old days in ahemedabad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wht is it tht this place makes me miss about bangalore... lets c.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traffic.. well u really don miss the bangalore traffic...the city is situated right in &lt;br /&gt;the midst of western Sahara... driving a 2 wheeler..is takin up some challenge.. i've never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/4%20wheelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/4%20wheelers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen so many mercedes and toyotas in my life .. all 60's and 70's model though.. it gives a &lt;br /&gt;very rusty look to the city... but still the traffic discipline is much better than many &lt;br /&gt;cities in India..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About thie attire .. the almost cover thier whole body to protect themselves from the heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dust..gives them a cool gypsy kinda look..its not jus the traditional look here though.. &lt;br /&gt;the punks from the brigades can be easily made out here.. thnx to the hip hop culture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/hip%20hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/hip%20hop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u can never miss the MNC's from bangalore.. u get coke everywher u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/coke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go..nokia,Motorola,philps are buzzwords here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/brazil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fanatic brazil supporters u find them everywhere n anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least.. its anybody's guess wht the person in the pic is singin.. reggae?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. not really .. he singin a song from Govinda.. yeah .... suprisingly.. Amitab &lt;br /&gt;bacchan,Mithun Chokkrobathy and Govinda are knwn to each n every person here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if ya guys think Bangalore is full.. Noukachott's a place to be :-) .. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115218703364459346?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115218703364459346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115218703364459346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115218703364459346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115218703364459346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/noukachott-place-to-be.html' title='NoukaChott a place to be..'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115209204941921507</id><published>2006-07-05T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:04:09.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage!!</title><content type='html'>2nd July 7.00 Pm ,Bangalore,India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 7 in the evening have to catch a flight at 11 and still havent started packing.well lets not panic.Have everythin ready but just need to dump it in the bag.The checklist goes like this Passport,Visa,Tickets,Forex,Clothes,Medicinesn blah blah  blah except for me..i had never realised i was about to leave for 20 days all alone to some country called Mauritania no one had ever heard about...Everythin had happened so fast i never got time to think on it..neyways all i knew i had to go..At th back of my mind was the England vs Portogal Semili final which was happenin as and when i was packin my bags..i managed to pack everythin in time,had my dinner and get ready to leave for airport..Mihir,Doctor(HArdik) and Rachita were ther to drop me at the airport..Made a final call at home talked to Mom n Dad ..n left for the Airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to airport my bike got caught by police.. :-( it has a registration of Guj and the police was in no hurry to lemme leave for the Airport.. somehow managed to leave him aside n reach the airport T about 10 PM . .1 hour before the flight.. went to the Jet Airways counter.. to realise that my flight to Bombay was 90 mins late... so wud reach bombay only by 3 in the mornin..i was a lil confused as my connectin flight for dubai was at 4.30 AM .. neways Mihir and Rachita were ther to cool me down.. spent some nice time with them watchin the Eng-Por Match..though Eng lost in the penalties,this cud be the worst start to my trip,i managed to get a kick for my trip sittin n chattin with both of them.. as good as sittin in a ccday or our fav place The Beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i asked them to leave at 12.15 Am and went for my security check...after the technical lag,the flight had arrived frm hyd and was about to leave for bombay.. there were 7 passengers havin the same connecting flight to Dubai from bombay.. Jet arrival staff in Bombay was waiting for us to help us in the Transit...Finally took off in the jet flight.. one of the most scariest flights i've been through.. a small jet having 2 propellers each side.. did gimme some jitters.. neways i planned to sleep for 2 hours and take some rest..met a Madu(marwadi) guy in the flight.. he was travellin to Jaipur n was workin for some textile firm..which intersted me the reason being my roots from Surat and my dad works in textiles as well.. spent some gud time chatting with him..at around 3.00 Am in the mornin i cud c the curvatute of Marine drive as my flight was descending..As usual in mumbai was pouring.. and felt some gud heart beats as the propeller jet was landing .. landed and picked up my luggage .. and ran for the cab that was supposed to take us to the international terminal..Jet had been really helpful in helping us in the same.. reached the international terminal at around 3.30 AM ..one hour before my flight time. as expected the Emirates counter was waiting for us to arrive.. and the check in from ther on was smooth and quick.. no major hiccups.. the official at the immigration was totally amuzed listening to my final destination noukachott,Mauritania...few questions n answers and i got a green sign from him.. the flight had been delayed for 30 mins..so got some time to catch my breath  before the final boarding announcement was made..while sittin n waitin.. i discovered a small group of children dressed as if they hav just completed an english premiere leauge match .. bundle of energy they were talking about the last quater finale match between Brazil n France.. i had missed the match while i was in the flight.. so i was carefully listening to their words.. n tryin to get the final score of the match ,, was really happy to knw tht history repeated itself.. France defeated brazil 1-0 thanks to henry's goal.. made me feel touch better after england's loss earlier.. later found out that the same group of children was goin for to England to attnd some football camp..nice to hear that too.. really wud like to see Indian football improving....The final boarding announcement was made and i joined the queue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight took off at about 5.00 AM  in the morning from Mumbai...the warm welcome frm the crew of Emirates made me feel a touch comfy ;-) .. got a seat next to the window  and the no one sitting next to me.. though it was just some 3.5 hours journey it i enjoyed making myself comfortable ocuupyin both the seats..was a lil sleepy but scrathced a while on the TV screen in front of me .. found FRIENDS on one of the channels... the episode where Monica fights it put for the Wedding dress..later put on some lounge music .. n never realized when i closed my eyes.. i think the hostess did wake me up for some food... had some fruits and retired again.. next when i woke up we were about to reach Dubai.. could make out the desert from the sky above ...the roads seemed like snakes making their way through the sand..heard another announcement but wait a min.. wht are they speakin .. Arabic?? a quick realization boy u r no more in India.. :-0 .. as the flight was about to land..i could see the beautiful airport of Dubai.. it was a very long aiport.. and Rohit(my manager) had warned me to rush things ther..i had to catch another flight to Casablanca in about 1.5 hours.. i started preparing for the same.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the crew wished me sayonara..i entered the airport all confused n lost.. didnt knw which way to transit.. kept on following the signs of "transit" .. after walkin for say 10 mins continuos... a good exercise after 2 flights..i reached the security check for the transit..found the officials at the dubai airport a lil strict and rude..we were all asked to remove our shoes,jackets,mobile,wallet,belt.. evrythin was scanned.. and for guys who knw me.. i wear a terribly low waist jeans always a size + then normal.. was really funny the way i was carryin my jeans..laughin n talkin to my self.. nice to get such light moments after the such a hectic travellin schedule..finally cleared the security and rushed to gate no 7.. right at the other end of the airport.. again a long march .. but this time around exploring the airport n a whole range of ppl at this airport..it was sure an amazin sight.. so many diff ppl.. all talkin diff languages .. an new and first exp of this kind for me .. it was really amuzing...finally after walkin for 10-15 mins i reached the the gate n checked in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat ther and imagining how my next destination Casablanca would be.. didt get much time as we were quicky asked to board the flight...againt the emirates crew as warm as u wud expect them to be.. It was goin to be a long flight 9 hours .. the longest i hav travelled since my last trip to hyderabad in a bus before 4 months..this time around i was accompanied by an old lady goin to Casablanca.. the only 2 words i understood from her was "Sallam walle ko" and "Shukriya" .. though i found her really sweet.. all the while i was watchin IceAge-Meltdown she was watchin the same n njoyin almost all the type of cartoon she sud find.. i slept for almost 2 hours as soon as the flight took off.. scratched the TV again and found the Brazil vs France match i had missed.. wathced the same till i saw henry scoring the all imp goal of his life.. literally kickin the favs Brazil out of the tournament..again slept for a while listening to my fav lounge music..really freaked on the same.. still 3 hours more to landing and the it nevers seemed to end.. was having juice throughout my flights .. food was somehow not looking tht welcoming.. till i got some yummy chicken roasted ..really enjoyed it..by now i was gettin a lil frustrated.. countin cities.. tunis gone algiers gone and casablanca to come.. before i freaked out the announcement was made.. again in Arabic.. the flight started to decend.. and cud make out pathces of brown n green land... this is supposed to be the city of Casablanca the exotic capitol of Morrocco..it was around 12.50 PM local time and my next flight was after 11.50 PM so i was in no hurry at all this time..the flight landed  and i got down.. it was very sunny .. so i got d chance to put on my new Aviators i had bought just before leavin bangalore.. 8-) !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casablanca airport was small n decent.. quickly realised my inability to understand french..reached the transit and found a decent place to sleep .. met a policeman inquired with him about my flight... he seemed a nice guy and was really happy to knw tht i was an Indian..tried to say namashkar to me and started talkin Sharukh khan ..he never knw i hated sharukh khan .. still i was in a way happy with the kinda popolarity he enjoyed even in Morrocco..about 10 hours at the aiport was goin to be tough.. somehow i managed to sleep for sometime... when i woke up i explored the duty free shops at the airport..walked 3-4 times the strech of the casablanca airport..already staretd thinking about a warm bed waitin for me at Noukchott .. still atleast 9-10 hours away..Later on issued my boarin pass at 8.00 PM..met an Indian guy who was travellin to Noukchott as well.. had a coffee with him n chatted with him for about n hour n more..entered the boardin gate one hour before the flight.. and was again amazed to c ppl njoyin a bollywood movie Kuch na kaho.. bollywood sure had reached places...Finally the flight was announced and i found a cozy corner and jus laid down .. didnt wake up for food or drinks nothin.. slept a strech 3 hours..finally the much awaited last announcement was made... was about to reach Noukchott..2.30 AM local time..But sadly after a long trip all my excitement of reachin my final destination was gone..the flight landed and i entered the airport.. the scenes were chaotic as expected..was looking for Mouhjeb my driver who was supposed to carry my &lt;br /&gt;VISA..he found me rahter than me findin him.. thankin him a lot.. i reached the official and got my VISA done..draggin myself  with the luggage..reached the car..to mu suprise a Mercedes..yeah but don build hopes its jus an old 60s model..almost everyone in Noukchott owns one..thanks to Moujheb finally reached my apartment..arranged a few things and slept.. slept like i never slept before...&lt;br /&gt;k finally i reached the much talked about destination Noukchott..will write more as soon as i wakeup!! till den chao n sleepwell..cauz i knw this blog without pics will make u do tht!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115209204941921507?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115209204941921507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115209204941921507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115209204941921507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115209204941921507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/07/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage!!'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115148839022587566</id><published>2006-06-28T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:00:48.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let the Soccer GODS continue..</title><content type='html'>So it took these exiting moments from the WC FIFA 2006 for me to start writing again.It has been great following the world cup this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/537764135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/537764135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd round is over .. the next stage is on from friday.. &lt;br /&gt;The best match course in the second round by far was Argentina and Mexico the south american clash....Mexico leadin with the effort of Marquez.. but Crespo gets the equaliser in no time.. the match goes thru the extra time only to see the best goal till date in this world cup by Rodriguez.. Argentina cruz thru to meet Germany who easily defeated the Swedes in the second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The England Equador match promised to be a good one.. With Sven Errikson tryin different combinations with the linw ups.. the English team still does not look settled..it tool another bend by none other than Beckham to book England a  place in the quaters..England really missin the nevvile and strugglin to find a good replacement for him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most eventful 2nd round match offcourse was Netherlands and Portugal..&lt;br /&gt;4 red cards and 16 yellow cards.. the referee was on fire.. each team started with 11 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/_valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/_valentine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;players each but ended with jus 9..Maniche's goal was the decidin factor.. to a much eventful macth wher less football was played in the second half..Portugal going thru but with atlesat 3 players down for the next match.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first match yesterday .. Brazil vs Brazil many say.. cauz Ghana play so much alike brazil.. the Cammeroon of this WC Ghana shocked everyone by defeatin the Cz Rep and knocking out the US.. booked a place in the next round only to meet the might Brazilians.. Brazil with Robiniho on the bench still looks 200% .. Early minitues of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/417254700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/417254700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the match and Ronaldo breaks the record of Muller becomin the highest goal scorer ever in the history of WC . not a mean achievement....post tht goal Ghana played some wonderful football.. their passin was amazin .. threatned dida .. but the only thing they lacked throughout the match was finishin.. As both the teams were playin so attackin football it was a really open game.. many chances to counter attack.. and Brazil are so good at tht.. eventually the match ended at 3-0 to brazil. but i dare say if it wud hav been some other team Ghana cud hav pullled a suprise.. No worries as they went down in a Blaze of Glory!!Cheers to them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time next match started.. i was very sleepy.. but tried to motivate myself . cauz it appeared to be a gr8 match the europian giants france and spain..spain the undeachiervers at the WC and France tryin to put behind the dismal performace in the first round.. Some nacky feelin inside me was tellin france is gonna upset spain.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/3452099049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/3452099049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and Zidane were due since long..well managed to follow the first half.. France took the lead but spain came back with the penalty... first half was enuf .. i had to attend a meetin in the mornin .. in the mornin though was really happy to knw tht france came thru.. leads to  very interstin Quater-final Brazil vs France...france with 98 final victory behind them wud make BRazil wary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all a gr8 line up for the quater finals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany vs Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me ney team tht defeats Germany at home will take the cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy vs Ukraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy wud like to score early and sit back as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England vs Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is with England.. Rooney lampart are due for Goals and Deco and Costinha will be missed dearly by Portugal.. Ronalda might not play as well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil vs France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a replay of the 98 final.. who knws it might jus happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday and Saturday full of action !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the Soccer Gods play again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115148839022587566?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115148839022587566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115148839022587566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115148839022587566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115148839022587566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-soccer-gods-continue.html' title='Let the Soccer GODS continue..'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-115140243994645876</id><published>2006-06-27T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:34:06.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Soccer Gods!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa/gen/fi/20060626/i/3688728346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa/gen/fi/20060626/i/3688728346.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day has arrived. The stars have come&lt;br /&gt;down to earth. The biggest show on earth, The&lt;br /&gt;FIFA World Cup 2006, is happening in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks are going to be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty two teams fi ghting for glory and there is no second&lt;br /&gt;place here! The football&lt;br /&gt;giants Brazil, Argentina, Germany,&lt;br /&gt;Italy, England, fi ghting&lt;br /&gt;it out. And how can we forget&lt;br /&gt;the minnows. Ivory Coast,&lt;br /&gt;Angola,Trinidad and Tobago,&lt;br /&gt;Japan and South Korea will be&lt;br /&gt;showcasing their skills.&lt;br /&gt;Football has always been the most followed game&lt;br /&gt;throughout the world. It’s a game of the masses. It’s&lt;br /&gt;about skills, speed, aggresion and passion for the game.&lt;br /&gt;Some have it all and some don’t. Some rise to the occasion&lt;br /&gt;and many falter. While the Baggios’and Kahn’s&lt;br /&gt;missed to make a name for themselves in the previous fi -&lt;br /&gt;nales, the Maradonas, the Ronaldos and the Zidanes have&lt;br /&gt;made a name for themselves in the history. They are the&lt;br /&gt;GODS of Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to rise to the occasion this time around?&lt;br /&gt;On paper, Brazil looks undeafeatable. Undoubtedly the&lt;br /&gt;Number One team, with players like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho,&lt;br /&gt;Adriano and Carlos, it would be a crime not to consider&lt;br /&gt;them as favorites. One should never&lt;br /&gt;underestimate the home team. Germany&lt;br /&gt;would love to forget last years’ defeat in&lt;br /&gt;the fi nal and rise this time around. They&lt;br /&gt;have made an excellent start to the tournament&lt;br /&gt;against Costa Rica. Argentina&lt;br /&gt;looked great in their fi rst outing against&lt;br /&gt;Ivory Coast. So did Mexico against Iran.&lt;br /&gt;European giants like Italy, Spain and&lt;br /&gt;Portugal can make it big any day. Czech&lt;br /&gt;Republic till date has looked the best&lt;br /&gt;team in this tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa/gen/fi/20060626/i/3688728346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ibnlive.com/pix/f1/photogallery/21-06-eng-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their 3-0 win&lt;br /&gt;over a tough opponent USA was a great&lt;br /&gt;team performance and it included the brilliance of Rososky.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least my favorite team England.&lt;br /&gt;Not an impressive start against Paraguay but Beckham’s&lt;br /&gt;team is not here just to make numbers. Rooney,Owen,Cr&lt;br /&gt;ouch,Gerrad,Ferdinand and Lampart have a lot to prove&lt;br /&gt;to their English fans.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s sit back and enjoy the greatest show on earth. Let&lt;br /&gt;the soccer GODS play!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-115140243994645876?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/115140243994645876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=115140243994645876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115140243994645876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/115140243994645876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-gods.html' title='The Soccer Gods!!'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113740394068150332</id><published>2006-01-16T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:22:47.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus woke up from one of the most relaxing weekends since my vacation back home..Was workin since the last 13 days... so had decided to rest both saturday n sunday..&lt;br /&gt;It was not as if i wasted my weekend.. tried to learn somethin about my Sony DSC P150 digi cam...Tried to learn a bit about Shutter speeds.. n experimented a lot.. joined a group called Bangalore Shutter Bugs on FlickR.com .. its all bout the photoblogs..every week they hav a theme .. members post the pics they hav clicked n the winner is choosen.. Last week theme was "Blue" and this week its "Divine" am lookin for good pics on the theme..Tryin to develop this new interest in photography n till now it has been very excitin..&lt;br /&gt;Also went shoppin friday with Brijesh(My Roomie).. ended up buyin a pink half sleeves shirt from fabindia.. wearin it at the office today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah n talkin about today .. I don knw y we need to come to office after such a relaxin weekend. it has bee n very dull n borin todya at the office.. hope someone cheers up the mood by Mid-day..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways posting some pics i clicked this weekend .. experimented with diff shutter speeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/400/dsc01474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/400/dsc01450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/400/dsc01447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/87332155_fc83d2248b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/87332155_fc83d2248b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113740394068150332?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113740394068150332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113740394068150332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113740394068150332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113740394068150332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues!!!'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113705901298861513</id><published>2006-01-12T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:13:33.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lets get some coffee</title><content type='html'>Hi ther..&lt;br /&gt;Jus returned from SSL(Subex Systems)..with a long schedule of trainin for may be 2 more months..&lt;br /&gt;May be it was just the kind of mood which inspired us for a coffee..&lt;br /&gt;so we followed our instincts went upstairs to get some coffee... jus to find the coffee guy was havin his lunch .. so we would hav to wait.. so we waited .. n her are some pics we chillin at our cafe upstairs..until Sumantha caught us relaxin.. hope u like the pics !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113705901298861513?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113705901298861513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113705901298861513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113705901298861513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113705901298861513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-get-some-coffee_12.html' title='Lets get some coffee'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113695392095143349</id><published>2006-01-11T09:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:02:00.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hobbes Wht bout u??</title><content type='html'>Hey There..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the link to determine which calvin n hobbes character u r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3304&amp;first=yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored as Hobbes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/calvin-hobbes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/calvin-hobbes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Hobbes! Resourceful, laid back, optimistic, understanding, and able to put up with Calvin on a day-to-day basis. You are the best type of friend, someone who you can get in fights with and look at comic books with, someone who will send prank letter to you through the amil and someone who leds over cliffs with you. What more could anyone ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin 86%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbes 86%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wormwood 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad 43%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wht more can i ask for !!&lt;br /&gt;iRock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113695392095143349?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113695392095143349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113695392095143349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113695392095143349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113695392095143349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-hobbes-wht-bout-u.html' title='I&apos;m Hobbes Wht bout u??'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113670982488353258</id><published>2006-01-08T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:13:44.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Working on Sunday ..Gotta hav a nice lunch ...</title><content type='html'>Hello ..&lt;br /&gt;Starting a rigorous training session.. &lt;br /&gt;No weekends off..&lt;br /&gt;Were workin this Sat as well as sunday..&lt;br /&gt;Do decided to treat ourselves for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Pizza hut outlet .. close to our pics..&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time .. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postin some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113670982488353258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113670982488353258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113670982488353258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/working-on-sunday-gotta-hav-nice-lunch.html' title='Working on Sunday ..Gotta hav a nice lunch ...'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113654528990663250</id><published>2006-01-06T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:40:39.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back n confused</title><content type='html'>hi guys ..&lt;br /&gt;back in bangalore but more than a lil confused..&lt;br /&gt;but its natural for me to behave like this.. whenever i come back from SUrat..&lt;br /&gt;usually take a week or more to settle down ..&lt;br /&gt;in fact coming back is the worst part after havin such a nice time ..&lt;br /&gt;ALmost been a week.. hav don nothin ..&lt;br /&gt;Started my Oracle trainin this thursday and will continue till mon includin sat and sun..&lt;br /&gt;and after tht we go to Subex Systems for furhther training..&lt;br /&gt;Hav not even passed the 100kg bag to vivek(don ask me who he is)..i brought from Surat.. every evenin i plan to go and give the bag but at the end of the day i jus give up..i plan again this evenin tp give the bag..lets c how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways one of the good things i've been doin since 2 days was tring to solve this KlueLess quiz by IRIS, IIM Indore...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris/irising/klueLess.asp&lt;br /&gt;I could almost not sleep for 2 days... only after completin all 30 stages did i slept well..&lt;br /&gt;Its one the most amzin sets of puzzles i've ever solved and am proud of myself as i hav completed them .&lt;br /&gt;Also forgot to tell u guys.. hav bought a new frame for myself.. its dark black .. n i look a complete geek .. but i really like it.. a new year new look for me..Will post a pic soon..&lt;br /&gt;Also waitin for Rang De BAsanti to release.. i really think i'm gonna like it.. has gr8 music and  a youth kinda appeal to it.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be celebratin uttrayan this time around.. i think this is my first Utrryan outside Surat.. so no flyin kites this time..&lt;br /&gt;Also Missin Palak and murtaza's bday .. hav to get a gift for both of them.. and rachita's gift is also pendin.. hav to call parinda. hav to find a house for ratty in bangalore.. hav to continue my Oracle trainin..woh hav lots of things pendin.. so i feel i should get back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and post all the junk later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of my confused mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy ur Utrayyan guys !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113654528990663250?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113654528990663250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113654528990663250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113654528990663250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113654528990663250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-n-confused.html' title='Back n confused'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113618566831435955</id><published>2006-01-02T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:41:34.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip back home ..</title><content type='html'>Hello ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Surat ..&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun n masti .. Met everyone after almost 4 months ... and each moment was one to remember..&lt;br /&gt;Reached last Saturday ..&lt;br /&gt;Had a Christmas party the next day..Prepared a Barbeque..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of drivin .. miss my car so much in bangalore ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a lot with my Bhanja .. his name is rishi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we meet at this Coffee place .. We don Have Barista in Surat .. but we call this small place Barista ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all had a a memorable trip back home to Surat...will cherish it for long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01057.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/dsc01145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/dsc01096.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113618566831435955?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113618566831435955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113618566831435955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113618566831435955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113618566831435955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-back-home.html' title='Trip back home ..'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113558976307007524</id><published>2005-12-26T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:06:03.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to Surat</title><content type='html'>Hey Ther..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas to all of u ../&lt;br /&gt;Am back in Surat.. and will stay here till 1st Jan..&lt;br /&gt;Surat is a rockin place .. cauz its my home town..i'll be comin back with more of surat in my future posts.. so stay tuned..&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was not gr8... AirIndia's flight was late.. Missed a train.. But all's well tht ends well .. I reached Surat..&lt;br /&gt;All my buddies are here.. jammin for a christmas party...&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with the party n pics..&lt;br /&gt;Till then Chow!!&lt;br /&gt;Njoy !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113558976307007524?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113558976307007524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113558976307007524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113558976307007524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113558976307007524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-surat.html' title='Back to Surat'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113531322215144287</id><published>2005-12-23T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:17:02.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kaun banega CONMEN!!</title><content type='html'>Finally got a chance to watch Bluffmaster.Inox 9:35 PM,Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/bluff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/bluff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie , great characters , great performances , great music , great background score and great locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to it Abhishek Bachhan, this conmen is here to stay for long..Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all bang bang bang to al those critics who can only go ga ga ga over stupid YashRaj films.Everywher i could read tht bluffmaster's concept was way too western for Indian audience.Why such criticism??may be they didnt hav a heart to digest such a great act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme go slowly through all the characters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help begining with the Doctor,Booman Irani.He has made this a habit he puts life into the smallest of roles.For me he is one of the leading actors of this country and with such performances he is sure to reach the top.His sequences with Roy and Ditto(Ritesh) were so lively in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/bluffmaster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/bluffmaster3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes Chandru(Nana Patekar),he alone can take al the critics for a ride in this movie.I wonder how he prepares for such roles,he makes them look so natural.Everythin about him, including his laptop and the way he worships his own image in the mirror,rocks in the movie.It was gr8 to see him back after Ab Tak Chappan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/16bluff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/16bluff2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto(Ritesh Deshmukh)is next.He is a suprise package for me in the film.He makes his presence felt even with Irani,nana and abhishek around him.The way he picks up tricks and stories from old bollywood movies,reminded me a lot of one of my friend called Vakku,back in Ahemedabad.Ditto has this amazin comin sense,jus lookin at him makes me laugh,esp in the hip hop song in the end.I must say ritesh is improvin a lot with each movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the oomph factor,Simmy(Priyanka Chopra).She shares a gr8 on screen chemistry with abhishek.They both look lovely together.They dance they sing they romance and they cry and they do everythin with style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/16bluff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/16bluff1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least,Roy(Abhishek).He is a superstar already.Its jus so amazin to c the change in his confidence since he came to bollywood.He has the looks,the legs,the style and is an icon for many already.Eveythin about him in the movie,his car,his shades,his clothes,his house all mad e him look so stylist..His performance is absolutely amazin.Bollywood watch out,this guy can act.Ask Ram Gopal Verma he'll say he is a better actor than his dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan Sippy really deserves a hand.If people can watch Ocean's 12 and njoy it...i fnd no reason y they won't njoy Bluffmaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say Bluff ko Bluff hi mar sakta hain!!&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch it...before u get bluffed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590317-113531322215144287?l=ravishp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/feeds/113531322215144287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590317&amp;postID=113531322215144287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113531322215144287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590317/posts/default/113531322215144287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravishp.blogspot.com/2005/12/kaun-banega-conmen.html' title='Kaun banega CONMEN!!'/><author><name>Ravish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829888858192098869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/41/76156404_81da9be8fc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590317.post-113522927418093350</id><published>2005-12-22T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:34:49.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trek  to Savanadurga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/c7f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/c7f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of sharing my experience with u ....&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long .. so get get some free time and sit ... i hope&lt;br /&gt;u guys njoy it as much as i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, SO as u all knw i work at Subex Technologies,jus completed my&lt;br /&gt;trainin here..this trek was organised by our company and was a part of&lt;br /&gt;our training,Outbound training as it was called.So each and every&lt;br /&gt;activity we did there it was a learning experience.Got to knw all of my&lt;br /&gt;office mates much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the place, Savanadurga.Situated in midst of a jungle with&lt;br /&gt;rocky mountains all around.It is home to Asia's second largest&lt;br /&gt;Monolithic rock.As Karnataka is situated in the Deccan plateau its easy&lt;br /&gt;to find suck rocky regions around.About the jungle it was dense and home&lt;br /&gt;to Panthers and Bears.Both the animals are very shy and they hav good&lt;br /&gt;sense of smell,so generally they tend to stay away from humans.Ther was&lt;br /&gt;a small village of 15-20 homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/70806205_0705e6df2b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70806205_0705e6df2b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge war happened on the mountains of&lt;br /&gt;Savanadurga in the year 1759 when britishers attcked a fort on the&lt;br /&gt;mountains and lots of local villagers were killed during this war.So&lt;br /&gt;this place got its name as Savanadurga,some local meanin associated.Also&lt;br /&gt;this place was a secret hideout for KempaGowda, a great warrior and the&lt;br /&gt;person who built Bangalore,or rather i should say Bengaloruu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trek was conducted by Care Adventure Group,Bangalore.They hav&lt;br /&gt;leased some part of this jungle and conduct such camps every weekend.It&lt;br /&gt;was lead by a person called Shehshadri(Sheh we will call him in this&lt;br /&gt;mail)an active mountaineer in his younger days.Has carried out&lt;br /&gt;successful treks in Himalayas before.He was a helped by Rani,Gopi and&lt;br /&gt;Vinod there,his teammates.All 4 of them were proffesionals and knew&lt;br /&gt;whtever they were doin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now lets begin with the real thing&lt;br /&gt;..16th Dec got up early had to reach office at 8.30 to catch the&lt;br /&gt;bus.Somehow was not feelin well tht day,a bit of indigestion,still not&lt;br /&gt;fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/02-07-04_1403.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/02-07-04_1403.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.30 Reached office.Quickly met went to my cube checked some imp&lt;br /&gt;mails and everyone gathered near the Bus ...23 of us were supposed to&lt;br /&gt;leave..9 of us were trainees and the rest seniors..Kranti our Lead HR&lt;br /&gt;checked if everyone was ready by 9.00 and our bus left.I could not think&lt;br /&gt;of anythin interstin so i shouted loudy "Satyanarayan Dec ki Jay".To my&lt;br /&gt;surprise others did join me.Next we started playin Antakshari.And i can&lt;br /&gt;be very annoyin while playin the same.. soon Kranti and other busmmates&lt;br /&gt;realised they hav a popstar with them ;-}.So gettin back to earth the&lt;br /&gt;place is 60 kms from Bangalore.2.5 hours trip.Midway we stopped for our&lt;br /&gt;breakfast.I must say the food on the trip was amazin i was unluck to&lt;br /&gt;miss the latter part cauz of my stomach.We had tea,banannas,Uttapam and&lt;br /&gt;somethin else i didnt understand.We had a lil walk in the field around&lt;br /&gt;us.. actually they place was beautiful reminded me of my Wadi back in&lt;br /&gt;Surat..Back to bus we had 30 kms more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached ther at about 12 noon.. the camp site was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;was situated adjacent to a lake between two huge rocks.. one of them&lt;br /&gt;Asia's 2nd largest.. our target was next mornin we had to climb up its&lt;br /&gt;peak.Ok so gettin back we kept our luggage in a room close by and went&lt;br /&gt;to the camp site.there were in all 11 tents&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/35bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/35bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Ther was a bucke full of&lt;br /&gt;lemon water everyone was staring at it and finally Sheh showed the green&lt;br /&gt;flag and we did quench our thirst.Then it was time for introductions&lt;br /&gt;Sheh asked us to pick a partner spend 10 mins with him and introduce&lt;br /&gt;him. I picked up Achintya,one of the trainee,I'll introduce him to u&lt;br /&gt;guys too.He is a Bengali and rightly very creative.Makes some good&lt;br /&gt;caricature and has a good voice.Born and brought up in Kolkotta he&lt;br /&gt;misses home food.Also he is a libran.It was a interesting session as i&lt;br /&gt;got a lot to knw about many of my seniors.Somebody liked bird&lt;br /&gt;watchin,someone wanted to loose weight(not me)...After this Sheh jus&lt;br /&gt;briefed us all about the place and some simple rules to be followed.Best&lt;br /&gt;of all it was not compulsary to bathe .. which brought a smile to my&lt;br /&gt;face cauz we had to get up at 5 the next mornin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are starting with our first activity.. a kind of game,,&lt;br /&gt;We were devided into 3 teams, we named our team as beta.Sheh took 3 team&lt;br /&gt;leaders to explain the rules...and they were as follows.. we had one&lt;br /&gt;stick each team member must hav atleast one hand on the stick thorught&lt;br /&gt;the given 3 mins time and we had to go around 10 trees.. for each tree u&lt;br /&gt;miss u loose 1000 points and for each 10 sec saved u get 1000 points.We&lt;br /&gt;had 3 mins..All were excited ready to rumble.. We all did exaclty&lt;br /&gt;understand the rules.All we wanted 2 do to complete the task in min&lt;br /&gt;time.We started ran tumbled and we thought we were doin amazin.At the&lt;br /&gt;end we completed 8 trees other two teams 9 and 7 trees and we took 4&lt;br /&gt;min,Damn.Now Sheh is laughin on us while all this is happenin..anybody&lt;br /&gt;knws y?&lt;br /&gt;The trick was without goin to any tree if we give him the stick we save&lt;br /&gt;180 sec(3mins) i.e 18000 points and for each tree missed -9000.So&lt;br /&gt;overall we could hav scored 9000 points.And we missed it all..All were&lt;br /&gt;feeling like drownin themselves..Anywys goood think to&lt;br /&gt;learn..COmmunication is very imp..jus don listen everythin digest&lt;br /&gt;somethin as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/70806208_06ee894841_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/70806208_06ee894841_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,So as most of us were hungry we went for lunch.The food was good.I&lt;br /&gt;had it too ignorin my stomach upset.I will suffer later tom morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch it was time to go for some water..we took our life&lt;br /&gt;jackets n the rows.. walked our way to the lake..on the way Rani&lt;br /&gt;explained us the do's and dont's about the same.4 ppl at a time in those&lt;br /&gt;round boats i forgot the name(i hope u hav seen the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/18c6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two ppl sittin&lt;br /&gt;on diff side would row and beleive me instead of goin straight i felt i&lt;br /&gt;was in a merry go round.Sujatha sittin opp to me instead of rowin was&lt;br /&gt;playin .. and the more i row.. the more merry go round happens..things&lt;br /&gt;to be learnt Synchronization .. It was fun though..remembered my trip to&lt;br /&gt;Goa a few months back....Gr8 all this merry go round and my stomach is&lt;br /&gt;posing me diff questions already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/18c6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/18c6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally boatin over,by this time we were joined by our CEO,Ramki.He had&lt;br /&gt;a meetin inthe morn so he joined us late.It was gr8 to hav him.Most of&lt;br /&gt;us includin Kranti and other seniors are afraid of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now its time for some rapplin..I was saw excited to do the same..i&lt;br /&gt;remembered my good old school days wher i had my first stint of&lt;br /&gt;rapplin..we got down from our school terraceBut this is diff rocks not&lt;br /&gt;artificial..Ok gettin back..most of us were new to rapplin . and some&lt;br /&gt;were afraid of heights..Sheh,Rani and Gopi took over.Expained the&lt;br /&gt;equipments.. Harness,Mittons,Safety and Relay ropes and most imp how to&lt;br /&gt;do it..I volunteered to go first..Went to the top of the rock where&lt;br /&gt;gGopi and Rani were waiting..Rani tied the safelty rope and let me go..I&lt;br /&gt;started gr8 ..Gopi asked me if i had done this before and i was more&lt;br /&gt;than happy to say a big YES.. did most of the things right and went down&lt;br /&gt;slowly .. and safely... Kewl so after i finished i took a cam and start&lt;br /&gt;clickin for others.. It was gr8 to see everyone overcome their fears and&lt;br /&gt;tryin..Basically if u r doing it for the first time .. its a gr8 self&lt;br /&gt;boost...gives a lot of confidence.. this was all discussed later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Evening time and some pakoda sand tea waiting for us...We sat ther&lt;br /&gt;for a while chattin and sharing our experiences..It was startin to get&lt;br /&gt;chilly ...Most of us were waitin for the dark..It was a full moon day&lt;br /&gt;and we were supposed to go for a trek in the jungle..I was excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did put on their pull overs and jackets and everythin they&lt;br /&gt;had.Sheh started to explain us how we are supposed to go about it.21 in&lt;br /&gt;a line.Had to be very silent cauz of wild animals.Funniest part was&lt;br /&gt;passinthe messages.while walkin if u see a ditch,rock or some tree root&lt;br /&gt;u pass on the message to the person behind.. by the time the message&lt;br /&gt;reaches the last person someone has to miss it and fall.As it was a full&lt;br /&gt;moon day, the Jungle was less scary and more beautiful.The rocks were&lt;br /&gt;shining and the breeze was pickin up.It was a a gr 8exp exploring the&lt;br /&gt;Jungle finally we had to reach a million dollar breeze point.. and boy&lt;br /&gt;was it windy up there...i slept on the rocks..gazin at the stars..all&lt;br /&gt;the while thinkin how gr8 it would hav been to hav shared this place and&lt;br /&gt;moment with my friends from Surat....Finally after 2-3 hours of roamin&lt;br /&gt;in the jungle in the rocky terrain we came back.. Hungry as ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was ready..even with tht stomach upset i could not resist the&lt;br /&gt;chicken in front of me.. i paid big time for this mistake..tasty food..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hogged onto it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food was over .. it was time for some Camp fire...jus what we&lt;br /&gt;needed as it was gettin more cold..i took over the events then.. made&lt;br /&gt;others play dumb sheras and everyone volunteered for a song..What did i&lt;br /&gt;sing lemme remember ... yeah From the movie Dil SE - Ae Ajnabi. and many&lt;br /&gt;others too..Slowly and steadily many heads started dipping...Sheh called&lt;br /&gt;the day off as we had to wake up at 5.30... to climb .. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/7ef9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/7ef9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then 6 of&lt;br /&gt;us didnt go to sleep ...we continued singing and njoyin the fire in&lt;br /&gt;front of us.. we were still accompanied by Ramki(CEO)...As soon as one&lt;br /&gt;of us started singing songs of Sharab he left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was asleep and we were still singing till 12 ... we checked&lt;br /&gt;out our tents.. Making ghostly noise.. but ther was one noise which was&lt;br /&gt;catchin everyone's attention .. almost everyone complianed in the mornin&lt;br /&gt;tht someone was snorin so badly. yeah it was Ramki ..But Boss ko bole to&lt;br /&gt;bole kaun..Before sleepin i jus found out tht another tragedy was&lt;br /&gt;comin.. My tent ther were no no sleepin bags around.. i called vinod&lt;br /&gt;another co-ordinater to ask wht had happened.. and all he had to say was&lt;br /&gt;tht our sleepin bags were in Ramki i.e Boss's tent... Please don ask me&lt;br /&gt;how did i manage to get my sleepin bag..&lt;br /&gt;The whole night all the food i had was worryin me.. i could not sleep .&lt;br /&gt;tossed from here to there.. And it was Good Mornin ..I woke up and ran&lt;br /&gt;towards the bathroom..Y do we have Queue y ... waited desperately for my&lt;br /&gt;chance .. and finally was relieved ... and still the trouble was not&lt;br /&gt;over.. while brushin my teeth i had to vomit..Finally all got ready to&lt;br /&gt;conquer the peak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheh gave us a few tips for climbing.. try goin Zig Zag .. keep ur&lt;br /&gt;weight in front.. walk on toes.. and don stop ..It was difficult to get&lt;br /&gt;grip on those rocks at times..the slopes were as steep as 65 degrees at&lt;br /&gt;some points.. i don knw if i would climb it alone.. it was because the&lt;br /&gt;whole team was ther .. it looked easy.. We kept on goin .. the peak&lt;br /&gt;never came.. many breaks n hiccups in between . on our way we found a&lt;br /&gt;tree called dhanwantri .. Its leaves are supposed to be very good.. so&lt;br /&gt;Rani asked us to hav them..It tasted like one of those raw mangoes we&lt;br /&gt;hav Batla keri we call it.Ok still climbin... on our way we found a&lt;br /&gt;fort..all the way we were accompanied by 4 dogs. i guess they knew we&lt;br /&gt;were carryin some breakfast with us.. which had some boiled eggs...&lt;br /&gt;Every step we took was takin its toll.. But we were a highly motivated&lt;br /&gt;lot..Kept goin..Whenever someone was left behind. ther were few ppl to&lt;br /&gt;make sure to help them and carry them along.. indirectly we were learnin&lt;br /&gt;many skills tht were gonna help us when we get back ;-) finally after&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours we could see the nandi temple on the top of the peak we were&lt;br /&gt;supposed to reach.. Seing tht temple helped a lot.. our eyes lit up.. we&lt;br /&gt;were about to make it... each step now was much easier.. Finally we&lt;br /&gt;reached the peak.. It was all worth it.. Such a gr8 view..such fresh&lt;br /&gt;air..and most imp. smiles on all our faces.. We had don it!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/ca61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/ca61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the&lt;br /&gt;pain had suddenly gone..We njoyed the moment.. and opened our&lt;br /&gt;breakfast..After the disaster in the mornin i was scared even to look at&lt;br /&gt;the food.. anyways we had Bread Jam,boiled eggs,Vada,Cucumber..I jus had&lt;br /&gt;some cucumber with a pinch of salt..We sat there around for 30 -45&lt;br /&gt;mins.. Finished our food..Also gave somethin to those Dogs accompanyin&lt;br /&gt;us..We had picked 10 litre water with us.. and we were left with nothin&lt;br /&gt;by now..all tht was left we made some lemonode n finished it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While descending we were devided into 3 teams,one which had problems&lt;br /&gt;while climbing,second which did Ok and our team Rambo we had no probs&lt;br /&gt;offcourse..&lt;br /&gt;We allowed the first team to lead and the rambo team stayed behind.. to&lt;br /&gt;check everythin was fine.. Gettin down was looked easier.. Everyone was&lt;br /&gt;more relaxed and jokin.. but one lil step here n there and u r the first&lt;br /&gt;one to reach down ...it was gettin sunny.. i had my Sun cap on by now...&lt;br /&gt;It was over by 11.when we reached down we explored the village and had&lt;br /&gt;some much needed Nariyel Pani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/8d3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/8d3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/8d3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imp thing i told i leaned from this was it took me 3 hours to climb&lt;br /&gt;up and jsu 1 hour to get down.. i mean it takes a while n efforts to get&lt;br /&gt;tht respect in someone's eyes but it takes hardly a moment to loose the&lt;br /&gt;same..Sheh was impressed by wht i said .. and repeated very true..;-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.We were given some time on reachin the camp site to take a bath and do&lt;br /&gt;other stuff.. i decided against y wastin time to take a bath ..i changed&lt;br /&gt;my T took a Deo Bath.. and was ready..Listened to some music while&lt;br /&gt;others were gettin ready.. was Lucky could catch RadioCity there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another activity..We were asked to pick a partner.I picked&lt;br /&gt;Shiva our senior.The Game was to Blindfold him and take him to some&lt;br /&gt;place without touchin him.. jus callin left n right..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/18/70793802_d5fef3af3b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/70793802_d5fef3af3b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We reached to the&lt;br /&gt;main gate..From ther we were asked to explain the road ahead to our&lt;br /&gt;blindfolded partner.. and asked to wait for him at the other end.. we&lt;br /&gt;were not asked to even call him.. i counted the steps for my partner and&lt;br /&gt;gave him a clue or 2..He did well n reached the destinaton. the game&lt;br /&gt;continued for a while and them it was my Partner to take revenge. i'm&lt;br /&gt;blinfolded this time.. but i realised it was not Shiva guidin me.. it&lt;br /&gt;was Rajesh other teammate.. they had changed th partner.. it didnt&lt;br /&gt;matter .. i just kept rollin accordin to his instructions.. Before&lt;br /&gt;openin our eyes we were asked to rub our palms and then rub it on to our&lt;br /&gt;eyes...I could c the colors changin Red to orange to pink..U should try&lt;br /&gt;it out 2. it was good.. Ok so the whole point of this exercise was to&lt;br /&gt;hav the ability to put urself in the place of the blind person , i mean&lt;br /&gt;to get down to his frequency to communicate..and he should hav equal&lt;br /&gt;faith n trust in u..we discussed the same for about half n hour or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lunch time again.. not for me.. i had given up this time..I got&lt;br /&gt;bugged while everyone was havin lunch.. i decided to hav some papaya..&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was time for another game.. i was waitin for this one ..&lt;br /&gt;cauz we had to climb a tree and i wanted to do it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were devided into 2 teams.We had a bottle of water a ladder of ropes&lt;br /&gt;and a branch high up on a tree.. We had to use the ladder and pass the&lt;br /&gt;bottle from one side of the branch to other..and who spills more water&lt;br /&gt;looses...we had 3 mins.. all the while we were thinkin of some short&lt;br /&gt;cut.. are we gettin tricked again.. we tried a lot but didnt get&lt;br /&gt;anythin.. we decided to do the task as we were told to.i was in the&lt;br /&gt;second team.First team finished the task in 1min 45 sec.It was our turn&lt;br /&gt;now.My friend threw up the ladder and in no time i reached the top and&lt;br /&gt;sat on the branch.Other guy climbed and passed on the the bottle i&lt;br /&gt;passed it through the branch and gave it back to him..We did the task in&lt;br /&gt;1 min 20 sec.. and were jumpin around.. we spilled less water then them&lt;br /&gt;too.. We thought we had won... We did but Sheh told us we were never&lt;br /&gt;asked to beat the time ..we had 3 mins all we had to do was to spill no&lt;br /&gt;water at all...The thing to learn was its not always meetin the deadline&lt;br /&gt;Quality is important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally most of the tasks were over and we made a finally discussion on&lt;br /&gt;how we fest about the trip.. shared everythin and had fun..had a few&lt;br /&gt;jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 and time to leave... I was tired damn tired by now.. We took&lt;br /&gt;somw group pics which i'll attach below.. and finally jumped inside the&lt;br /&gt;bus.. found 2 vacant seats enough for me to sleep...Slept for 2 hours ..&lt;br /&gt;On reachin Bangalroe started singin again .. There was heavy traffic&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach was refusin to give up.. i took us ages to get back to&lt;br /&gt;office.. as soon as we reached i rushed to my office bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slept,slept and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/1600/5f45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6840/1941/320/5f45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i was able to share all the exp with u.. 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