Where have you been? Making some Punjabi choumeen!

So I had been absent from this blog for quite some time. Ok, A REALLY LONG TIME!

It had been a crazy few months. For I think about a month out of those, I had lived without internet connection at home. That’s quite a feat, I think. Commendable to say the least. I had (not so recently), shifted house, from a well established residential community to a place which was absolutely bare to begin with. I had to do it up from scratch. And do a lot of things, trust me.

It was quite nerving with, and those with weak heart or depression tendencies, be warned. Those who live single, be warned!

*Thanks to all the folks who helped me, stood by me, during the strenuous phase where it seemed (even to me) that I was losing the plot!

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Any who, things are much more easy paced now. I believe that I’m back to leading a comfortable existence day-to-day activities do not seem a chore.

So, after quite a stretch of eating regular Indian grub, I was longing for something new, something different, something that’d offer the good ol’ taste buds some sense of excitement. And I decided to make some Chinese food at home.

After a lot of deliberation and consideration I decided to make hakka noodles and chilly paneer.Fair thought, you’d think. I thought so too, till I got to the point of getting and boiling noodles. That was the time i realized i require some spring onions, ajinomoto, and some vegetables I could not possibly procure from my local vegetable vendor. Well, I had two choices . abandon all the processing, and go out to eat some spicy biryani, or stick around and make some thing from those boiled noodles, and whatever stuff I had. I decided the second option. The spicy biryani and me don’t go down so well together. My kitchen will need to be really broke for me to consider having that again . (Yeah once bitten, twice averse).

So, me and the punjabi in me decided to get working. and I put some nice “Yamla Pagla Deewana” soundtrack in the back ground on crazily loud volume. Gulped down a full Pepsi glass. I really needed some nerves to do what i was about to do.

I needed spring onions, I had regular onions : after successfully making “Bhindi do pyaza”, my confidence in onions has increased by leaps and bounds. I believe every dish must have a dash of those shallow fried onions, brown and transparent in color. Though the recipe prescribes, it should be done with only little frying, to induce the taste of somewhat raw onion juice in the dish. Yeah that flavor in authentic Chinese certainly is no tadka.

So I did, and I had some vegetables. I needed peas, capsicum and cauliflower and cabbage shred to make some nice Hakka noodles. I had some Beans, carrots and apple gourd (tinda).

Close enough!

I cooked it just like I would make some nice gravy. without spices, and the turmeric routine. Some similarity had to be maintained. ๐Ÿ™‚

Next up I needed some soy sauce and vinegar. Absolute essential to getting that tangy taste.

What I had > Amchur(dried mango powder) and lime juice! Will do, I thought to myself. Anything that can save me from that sorry excuse for a biryani.

And i cooked, and cooked with an unfaltering belief that I’d make something edible.

This is what it looked like. This is one of the best examples of the popular sayings, “appearances can be deceptive“:

 

My two hot flatmates.

Friends back at home have repeatedly wanted to see pictures of my guitar.Here they are (yes folks, I have two) , and aren’t they hot ? Presenting for the very first time……..

TADA

The small handy guitar I use to catch newer tunes
babe

This is the first guitar I’ve ever played on. It’s a cut shaped concert guitar. Even now, many a songs I cannot play on my other guitar come easily to me on this. Babe’s a gift from a friend of mine from college.

The guitar with the deep sound.
pluto

Pluto is the guitar I fell in love with despite the fact that there were Yamahas and Fenders around it at the music shop. After playing all those guitars, somehow the sound of this hottie appealed to me the most, and I got her home ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

harmony
both

Don’t they co-exist in such nice harmony. If only life were like that!

Warning : This post shall not be held responsible if your monitor screen burns out due to the sheer hotness. You have been warned!!

Peace out.

A Special Birthday!

I have never been accustomed to having the birthday bashes people often talk about. I’ve certainly seen (and secretly enjoyed) others plan the most special birthday bashes for their own self and their loved ones.

My story is a little (well, quite) different. Let me explain.

At school, as a kid.

For me, my birthday at school used to be bad news for everyone. The date would coincide with the final exams. Either friends would be up mugging things, for that special last minute effort, or be cribbing about the day’s bad performance. Back at home in the evening, mom would make special effort to cheer me up, by organizing a grand sort of party, with all the neighborhood kids getting the ‘invite’, and getting the most finger-lickin’ dishes and sweets that she could possibly whip up.

I’d also get the best of dresses to wear on the very day, (and I’m pretty sure I looked like a million bucks), and be ready and set to party.

With the exams looming up on the head, most of those kids would RSVP negative citing the same reason again.

I hated exams, and I was not too fond of my birthday, either.

At school, as a teenager.

Same story, but a wiser me, and a bunch of rebellious kids as friends. Who cared about the frickin’ exams ? Some of the folks did ! My parents were the ‘cool’ ones . I remember going out to watch ‘lion king’ the night before my 10’th class computer science exams. That was a big deal back then.

I understood, birthday is not great, or bad, it’s just some day maybe special to you.

And valuable friendships, worth their weight in gold, forged.

At college

College was the time when one gets driven to economy mode. This is the time, when one learns the value of money, in the truest sense. Frivolous partying gets totally out of the window.ย  There were also no exam dates during the day I hadย  er, “occurred”. :).

We, (3 people born around the same time of the year) used to club together our resources, invite the biggest group of them all, have the fanciest (a relative term here) food served out. The party date could be any weekend, convenient to them all.

The concept of “BirthDay” had so blurred out for me. I think I still subscribe to this feeling. So much so, that I continued to have this kind of a deal, even after college.

The 2 people : I’d like to do this again, can we?

As a young professional.

I like the well wishers, but my birthday would invariably fall on a weekday, and some of the really enthusiastic ones would wake me up at night, in my deep slumber. Despite that, I love them all!

New friends would get a little alarmed when I’d tell them I’ll celebrate the “event” on a coming weekend. I got quips like “Are you anti social?”, “that’s the weirdest thing we’ve heard”. All I’d tell them on my b’day night is … “let me sleep”!

There were parties, on the weekends following my birthday. I love those ๐Ÿ™‚, for I had them with people who love me.

This particular (the last) birthday I had ….

The last birthday I had was a real special one. I had recently shifted bases. Friends and family had been left behind, and I expected to get a good night’s sleep that day :).ย  The way I had always wanted it.

I called no one for cutting cakes with me, nor did I plan a night out of binge eating. Friends, of course knew better than to call me at 12:00 am and holler “Happy Birthday”. Then there are some, who never change. ๐Ÿ™‚

Any ways, I was surprised, and the there was a party.Only there were a few other people surprised as well. I went to meet a few college people. I did not mention that it’ll be my birthday, the next day. Actually, I chose to. I still cannot decide whether I did a wise thing, or a wicked act. The real reason is that I quite enjoyed meeting those folks out of the blue, was just engrossed in the conversation and throwing that extra info in there would have just made things awkward. And we split the tab like in college. ๐Ÿ™‚

There was a cake, but I only hear of it. Two of my really old friends got it for me, and I hereby publicly admit, that I’m sorry I did not cut it with you. I hope you enjoyed it. We did meet again for dinner the next day, and it was the most delightful of the places to be. Thanks again, the two of you! You’ve been like papa and mama to me. I’m so thankful, we got together, after 10 years.

I did get phone called in the middle of the night! It’s OK, really! Although I might have sounded annoyed on the phone, I thank you! And I got even by calling back very early in the morning. heha

My dad decided to surprise me next morning, and he dropped in for a quick visit. I was shifting to my house in the new city. All hands were welcome. It was so tripping that I felt as though I was never alone.

Another friend of mine, came over, and, all in all it was a pleasant birthday. One of the best I’ve had so far.

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Now, that I look back, I think some one was out to surprise me, only I’m not talking of someone human.

Story of all Indian swimming pools.

I’ve come across loads of posts classifying orkut users into some funny category or the other. Inspired by the same, I hereby dissect people seen in swimming pools.

story of a swimming pool

This holds true for every swimming pool I’ve ventured into. The people in the pool can be classified into these sets,ย  and these sets are found everywhere, with the exception of those die hard sports club pools. For, my discussion, let’s just focus on normal pools, say in your society,ย  or your chill out club. These are the categories of people that can certainly be spotted in there.

Length lappers

  • The ones who actually want to “swim”.
  • Busy doing their laps, (lengthwise laps) they seem to be following a rigours routine and seem very good at it.
  • Mostly, they come to the pool alone.
  • Their usage of the pool is about 30 mins – 45 mins

Socialisers

  • They are the loudest ones out there.
  • Their idea of being in the swimming pool is to have a nice chat with friends.
  • They hang around at the edges of a pool, and never arrive to the premises without the company of those other socialiser friends.
  • They usually use the premises for an hour, even more on holidays.

Kids being forced to learn how to swim.

  • Are usually pushed by parents who feel it’s a good activity for them.
  • Would be driven to the pool whereas the parents would sit on the easy chair outside, admiring the capabilities of their own flesh and blood.
  • They are seen grumpy faced. Usually in groups of three and four, swarming around the swimming coach, and being yelled at by him.
  • They painfully hang in the pool for like an hour, after which they just pop out as though being released from captivity.

“Newly inย  Love” birds

  • They hang out in the pool to be with each other and in proximity.
  • They keep on perfecting each others strokes, and usually seem all giggles.
  • They hangout in pairs, at the very edges of the pool, only to be occasionally disturbed by the “lappers”
  • Their usage chart varies from day to day. Happy to do it for 30 mins one day to 2 hours on others.

Perennial swimmers.

  • They are there to beat the heat/lose fat cause Pippa Middleton said she keeps in shape by swimming (seriously?)
  • They hang out in the pool, don’t swim much, but are the most content of the people out there.
  • Their swimming session usually lasts for over a few hours.

The “Ace” Coachers

  • They like to give out instructions to every swimming soul they come across.
  • They themselves don’t swim much, but are “masters” when it comes to technique.
  • They follow the other swimmer who’s trying to learn it herself/himself.

The game players

  • They usually hang in groups of 3-4.
  • Always conjure up some fun game like “find the coin”, or “get on the float”, or “human pyramid”.
  • Are the happiest lot out there.
  • Are the obstacles to the “lappers”

The peeping toms.

  • Although not guaranteed to be in every pool out there (this one’s a dying breed ๐Ÿ™‚ ), they are in the pool to catch some honeys.
  • Seen in close zones to wherever a lone and attractive girl is swimming.

A reunion, after more than five years โ€“ part 2.

Continuation from trip to bangalore.

It was raining cats and dogs. All of us somehow managed to scamper inside the peltering rain. After what seemed like a phenomenal work out, we settled into a small but comfortable dining table. So people needed drinks, and coolant needed food. We ordered stuff, and Jack Daniels tower and chicken sampler.

It was then that the mood was made (thanks to good weather and nice grub). Plans (as to what needs to be done later) were flying around. First we decided to swim, and then to go for a drive to some place called nice highway. Eventually, we decided to go to Mr. SS’s home and try out his “much talked about” cocktails. I was sure they’d be awesome, cause he has cooked for me when we were in college, and I was the brat. He was quite handy with horlics and tea, so we were shooting for his forte : “drinks”

Some shopping and after rounding up other people, we head up straight to Mr. SS’s house.

His house is beautiful.

Very nicely furnished, just as I would like to. I felt right at home. Nice and comfortable. He showed us around and he showed me his balcony that overlooked a graveyard. “Very interesting”, I thought, and soaked in the cool breeze that was due to heavy rain’s after effects.

I noticed an imported grill (the very expensive variety) lying around in the balcony. Now the thing about Salujas is that they love their grills, and no doubt, I was thinking in terms of cooking up some snacks while Mr. SS would whip out his cocktail magic.

This was the plan, decided by the moment.

We did our bits and pretty soon, had chicken, fish and paneer(cottage cheese) tit bits going. With nice drinks and grub in the house, the spirits soared really high.There were some old videos (ladiez sangeet), and nice old college photos that got us all so nostalgic and amused that for a moment, we felt (at least I did) we were back in college. Whoa. That video is worth some money now. For those who are witness to it, you know what kind of emotions it can evoke.

The talented people (we had a drummer, and a guitarist in the house) got to doing their bits, and they didย  their bits, told some silly stories. It was SMIT, after five long years and it was unfurling right before my eyes. Mr. PS, and UR jammed, and I decided to lend my vocals.

I must have gotten a little misty eyed.


Here’s a video people, a glimpse of how it was. First video job by me, listen to it with decent headphones, and not in office, please ๐Ÿ™‚


Afterthoughts.

All’s well that ends well ! There were a few hiccups too, specifically the misunderstanding wih Mr. AD. Just wanted to catch up, buddy. Rest was all loud mouth, you know how I am ๐Ÿ™‚

Mrs. AG : Next time provide us the pleasure of your own, and Mr. AG’s company.

For the ones who’d know what I’m talking about here : Yes, we(some lucky ones) did get to see the famous wave, by Mr. NS. Trip totally worth it. Enough said!

A reunion, after more than five years – part 1

I did some spontaneous travelling this weekend.

Most of the time, we make plans, try to rope in friends and people, and redraw the plans on drawing board when it comes to travelling. I decided, after running through an ordinary week, that I needed to visit this “so raved about” city called banglore (or bengaluru, to be politically correct). Anyone from banglore will just talk adoringly about it for hours, and I must admit the hype might have lead me on to having a certain set of expectations.

Any ways, I called up this college friend of mine, Mr. PS and told him I felt like dropping in. He was quite agreeable to the idea, and he immediately asked me to come on over, like this very weekend.The only problem, it seems was that getting tickets on such short notice would be quite a daunting task, and that “train”, my preferred way of commuting was out of the window.

Reluctantly at first, I got the bus tickets done. Now, doing an overnight journey, I prefer to have a good night’s sleep so a bus kind of loses the plot because of the amount of leg space it offers. Also the bumps in the middle of the road can hamper the sleeping prospects of many a sound sleeper. Me and a couple of friends have seen the tyranny of the bus. That in fact turned out bloody.

So I ventured out to the “hyped city” on my own, with just a bare minimum expectation : to meet my college friend, Mr. PS.

I felt so welcome. The bonds of college are thicker than water.

I generally would never have anticipated such a coming together, but it happened. Without having any sort of concrete plans with any of my other batch mates, me and Mr. PS decided to drop right in to Mr. UR’s crib. From what I have come to know, that seems to be the bangalore’s “party central”. I went in and I immediately realised, how comfortable, and big it is. Also I never realised it till date, but Mr. UR is a gadget freak of the highest order. I used to believe that I am on an extreme level when it comes to using, and possessing gadgets, but I’m merely a kid in the woods. I was awed by the droids, and the ipads, and the over powering bass ….. ๐Ÿ™‚ . Even the car’s woofer was solid. Just a little out of tune. I enjoyed the music (I think Mr. UR did too) so much that we managed to get Mr. DSG up to get a head butt with car’s roof ! I think if had it been a convertible, Mr. DSG might have launched into orbit. ๐Ÿ™‚

Mr. DSG was the biggest surprise package for me. This bugger has relocated from Gurgaon to B’lore, and all I have to say is, B’lore people, beware ! Be very very aware, this animal is most risky after the sun goes down.

Mr. SS, who visits Hyderabad often for reasons close to heart, dropped in to Mr. UR’s house, and so did Mr. NS. I think the writing was there on the cards ….. this house is going to be brought down tonight. 5 years later, the B-block from SMIT, ground level and first level, was assembling slowly but surely, and each one of them was equipped with certain weapons of mass destruction. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Initial hiccups due to lack of planning.

It was bright and sunny (read humid) in B’lore when me and Mr. PS drove up till Mr. UR’s house. So much so that I got fed up of the ride (and I wasn’t even driving). Really, I believe it takes a lot of heart for people in B’lore to keep driving. I guess that is why they seem grumpy otherwise. I’m beginnig to see a corelation between the badness of traffic and people’s mood. I mean, see Gurgaon, B’lore is like a mid point between Hyderabad and Gurgaon. The only saving grace might be the nice weather once one rolls down the window. People in Hyderabad seem the happiest lot, because traffic is much more relaxed. Heck even I like to drive in Hyderabad. I don’t think I have the nerve to drive in B’lore though. It is horrible period.

So, after much deliberating on weather to order in or eat out, we decided to go to TGIF, Mr. SS promoted it as his own venture :). That is where we decided to brain storm on what to do next.

Yaaraan da tashan โ€“ part 2

For those who haven’t read Yaaraan da tashan โ€“ part I’ve reached Gurgaon earlier than expected, thanks to my lucky day.

New Delhi 23’rd March.

Fresh Morning!

I got up early. Early enough to catch mom before she left for school. I wanted to have breakfast with parents. She asked me about my plans for the day, and she said “Do you seriously think you’ll do that, all of those items in your todo list?”. Also, between our various general talks she would come up with “Why bother driving all the way to Hyderabad. Let’s just contact some packers and movers? I’ll foot the expenses. You stay nice at home for some days“, “should I take a day off ? I could help you with your task list“. I wish I hadn’t gone to Delhi right in the middle of week. OK, I had taken off, but people at home were generally busy. She longed to be with me.

Usually, my dad would have been up at the same time, and been up to some exercise and yoga, but I suppose he decided to sleep till late. I get a call from him, and in a sleepy voice he tells “Usually, it’s your sister‘s duty. Today, since you are here, you go drop off mom to school“. I was like sure, no problems. My mom said “Why don’t you play some music in your music system. We find it too difficult to use, so we only watch TV“. This was the cue I was so desperately waiting for. I had recently discovered some awesome songs, and promptly fired up leopard. Leopard is tiger‘s replacement. Tiger is the name of my media centre machine. Generally, the music I find is also well appreciated by my folks. This time was no different, and they quite enjoyed the morning blast. Later, when I drove mom to school, and was talking about things in general, she said “When your sister drives me off to school, she’s usually half asleep, and just stares at the road. Never talks“.

So, after I got back from mom’s school, I was just roaming around the house. Shops and places were not open as yet, for me to go head on with my todo list. I spoke to some people who were up. Mr. SR, Mr. SD joked around in the morning.ย  SD would be meeting me for a bit in the evening. SR stays at an end of NCR diametrically opposite of where I do. We made some tentative plans to meet in the evening in some central location. If he and I could find time. Damn the middle of the week? what joy?

The birds do chirp here and the flowers bloom!!

Hectic day

Well, after lounging around for a while, I got dressed, and first stop was to be at RTO office, Haryana. I went in, and was stumped to see that government officials had decided to take an off that day, and office was deserted, and there was this group of Haryanvi kids, cursing around, for they would need to wait another day to get their license. I joined them and mouthed out some profanities :). This is the raw, uncivilised and extremely passionate group. This was like a time freeze moment for me. Never gonna see this in Hyderabad :).

Any ways, I had to do what I had to do. Paid of an agent to get my paper work done, gave impression of my car chassis number, and other documents he wanted. He was gracious enough to have it sent to me, once my NOC is done. When he asked me what’ll I do till then, I told him “Drive my car telling I’m a tourist“. I left for other work. Time it took me to get this done, and negotiating a decent rate – 2 hours.

After doing this NOC thing, I decided to blast my stereo, to see if the speakers sound good. Although my sister said that the music system is the best, I had to check it off myself. There was a problem. Just what I was afraid of. The left channel to my amp was sounding like a damp squib. Crap. Utter crap! I took it to one of those big show rooms, and I was squarely told, that some capacitor had been damaged, repair or the guy suggested “saaar buy a new amp“. I knew the stuff, so I was aware I was being bullshitted to. Yep, I was back in Delhi! He took one hour, inspecting and fiddling with various knobs and wires, and I had a lunch with team people from Nagarro. I was famished too, so I called them up, and told them “Guys I’m coming over. Be ready

I reached my old workplace, in decent time, and it was interesting. The guard bhai just smiled at me, and let me in without asking for an ID. I told him that I’m an outsider, and hung out with him for a while till the people came down. Mr. RJ and Mr. PY were sitting at their usual place outside the office ….. Pappu bhaiya’s dhaba. Meeting them was so exciting. Mr. T and Miss PAGS walked out as though there was enough time in the world to even sleep and go. I booed them from behind and got some spring in the step. Mr. AA was going to join us in Mainland china itself. Just one person missing, I asked T where the hell Mr. X is ? I called him and off we went to Mainland China.

Lunch and mocktails later, I parted ways with Nagarro folks. They left, I stayed back, cause I had to meet with a couple of people form ARSD. Mr. S called me, and immediately came to where I was. We sat and chatted inside a cafe near Mainland China.ย  Mr. RT was supposed to join, and he messaged multiple times about how he was stuck in a meeting and will be out in just 5 mins :). Dude, we did not meet, but it’s the thought that counts, and I appreciate that you cared to at least plan to join. Mr. AM said he’ll catch up at dinner time!

So it was close to 5PM in the evening, and I had stuck of 3 things off my list, but had gotten aware of the fact that Dhanno was croaking, and I had to drive here for some time non stop. She’d cry. I suddenly thought of this place where the scale was smaller, but people were talented, and competition was cut throat. I had him look at my audio gear. First he was awed. He said “yeh kahan se liya hai?” I told him. I explained and showed him the problem. He immediately cross connected my good speaker to all the channels of my amp, to determine that my amp is fine, and fixed one speaker up after some sand papering and interesting tape work. Now we were talking engineer to engineer. So I was 3 speakers up now, and with just front left not working. This took time of an hour, and I started to get edgy. I called Mr. SD and told him I’d be running a bit late. He said he was running a bit late, so it was OK.

Now I took off my check list, and cut off visiting the optician in Delhi. You think I had time? Consequently, meeting SR was out as well.

So we had a problem with one of my 6inch non component giving out just out of fatigue I guess. The guy at the shop said he could not give me some thing equal to bull audio, but gave me some cheap Sony explod, and promised he’d tune them to make them sound good. He was already in my good books, so I told him to do it, and do it in half an hour. And boy did he. He came through, got another fella, both of them doing different things in my car. After a while they gave me an audition. Not the same stamina as Bull, but they had more jingle, and they were composite with tweeters on them. So now, my car has effectively 8 speakers, haha.

Relaxing Evening

SD called and said he’s on way. I was too, so we met on way, and drove back to my place. He was riding the most majestic punto (belongs to Mr. CS, who was at the time, in bangkok). It had the bass tube that could make the seats move! literally. I got home at about 7PM, with most things on my list checked off, and just partying with friends remaining. So I told my parents, just chill sit and talk with me friends will come over, and we’ll order food.

There were some things that were left undone, but hey, I’m no Oriya!

Friends who visited

  • Mr. AMTG (Buddy you are, as your name says)
  • Mr. KSC(Fun, Fun, and more fun. Keep smiling)
  • Mrs. RSC(I think you are family!)
  • Mr. SD(Man I never knew, you had so many facets. Next when we meet, we won’t drink but yap the brains out!)
  • Mr. X(You’re passionate, but you surprise me at times with the detachment you exhibhit)
  • Miss DC(Will See you, see you on the other side :). The world’s maddening. Just hang around )
  • Mr. Simba (for first time out, ever. Kisses)
  • Others : Mr.ย  SR, Mr. RT, Miss RM, Mr. GaGa did send best wishes. Luvย  you guys. this is what maters

My day transformed from Fresh morning to hecticย  afternoon to relaxing evening! The friends did turn up. In the middle of week. After work. Ain’t I lucky!!!

Yaaraan da tashan – part 1

So, it was a fine day that I had decided to fly back to Delhi to get on with the road trip. X and T’s tickets had been confirmed for the coming weekend, so all that was left unto me was to land back, climb on my car and drive back. So lame, right ?

Hyderabad, 22’nd March

I had a pleasant day, full of surprises on the day I was going to fly out. I got a (rather unexpected) ride to work on “Blink”. Blink’s another car (friend’s), which is real pretty and it’s of the most awesome shade of blue you could ever lay eyes on. I told my friend about my grand road trip plans, and how it all transpired. The thing about Blink is that when you are in it, you never find any traffic. At least it’s been the case with me so far. So, no traffic, I quickly reached work. Friend wished me luck and continued.

So I was thinking, today seems lucky! And it was still far from over. In fact, it was only beginning. Half an hour into work and me and my distracted state, I get a call from an unknown number. Now these day time calls from random numbers give me the jitters because I was spammed like hell, back in Delhi. So much So that I was forced to turn of my SMS tone. (Friends hated me for that). I used to get like 50 smss a day. “Was this another beginning of a similar spiral?” I thought to myself.

Anyways, I answered and had to strain to hear a heavy accented voice on the other side. The caller informed me that my has been pre-poned by a good 2 hours (do you believe that?). This situation might have been a dampener for people who had a “touch and go” schedule. Not me though. I was elated. I called home and told them I’d be joining for dinner.

There were no snags/delays, and I had the most comfortable flight back home (otherwise, I hate flying). I made a check list of things I had to do, in a day so that I could start on the drive back.

My Check List

  • Get NOC from RTO which allows me to drive my car into any other state.
  • See if my car was in good condition and it sounded right.
  • Buy a pair of spectacles, and shades from my regular optician back in Delhi.
  • Meet up people from Nagarro, possibly have lunch with them.
  • Meet up some friends from ARSD.
  • Meet up with friends I used to hang out with when I was in Delhi
  • Meet up with some friend who I was not so much in touch with, when I was in Delhi. People from SMIT
  • Have at least a good dinner with my folks.
  • Pack up my swimming gear and bring it back. I so need it in Malaysian Township.

That was a small list of things I aspired to do in Delhi, in exactly one day.ย  Holy Cow! If today has been lucky, I would want the luck to continue shining on me for the following day, if I were to complete half of these things I’ve mentioned here.

So I reached home in decent time, had home cooked food after ages, spoke to mom, dad and sis after ages. Pretty soon, I felt sleepy, and dozed off to a nice peaceful sleep. I needed that to replenish myself for what seemed like a mammoth day!

Delhi To Hyderabad. On road !! Why would you do it?

So, almost everyone I talk to about my road trip plans has a similar line of responding . It starts with an exclamatory wow! and settles into more introspective “What?, Why?, and How?” . Also, there are people who go like “Hey … you’ll break your car/back/face“. One of the very interesting questions I got asked was “What will you do about the heat?“. A very interesting remark that’s gotten stuck in “That must have been the biggest risk you’ve ever taken in life“. Of course people tell you things. When they care.

My reasons for deciding to do it.

Any ways, it is certainly not a trip people take on an extended weekend. The distance is pretty steep, and I have no idea of the state of roads as of now. One thing I do know is I haven’t been doing any sort of major travelling since the past two years. I do feel the time to take a break and go for a hike. I believe this is a right time as I do not have that much on my plate. Touch the wood ๐Ÿ™‚

My car has not had many chances to be taken on a longish ride so far. All it has done is “stop … go”, while I’ve travelled during the day time (to work, mostly). It’s just so crowded here in Delhi. On some occasional nights, when we got to go out to some party, or something, it did get a chance to flex it’s muscles, and purr along happily. Overall, it has been a rather staid life for her. Took me to office, at times, my sister to work, and then back to home. For this very reason, I am kind of detached to my car. I do rave about cleo from time to time, because I have history with it. Hope the feelings develop for Dhanno after this ride. Hope Dhanno enjoys this dash! (Dhanno is the name of my car)

Friends agreed to accompany. Now I would have never even dreamt of doing this alone. More than being scared of the daunting distance, I think I’ll simply get bored to death. Who in their right minds would do such a distance alone? Either they’d be really passionate about their rides, or must have some justifiable reason to do so. As of now, I cannot possibly conjure up a reason to do this alone. But when Mr. X and Mr. T decided to tag along, this was also checked off. (Mr. X has in fact done distances up to tune of insanity, but I suspect he likes driving in general) .

Apprehensions aside, my relocation has presented me with a very interesting opportunity to do this. I’d never go to visit someone for that big a distance (on road, that is). Now I do not think I would ever step into some of the states I’ll get a chance to go into. I do not have reasons, do I? So getting to see interiors of Uttar Pradesh,ย  Rajasthan,ย  Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh was a turn on. I’m so short on travelling experience it’s not even funny. Even girls laugh at me at times.

All of the points, might seem pretty irrelevant and tiny if considered separately, but together give me a formidable reason (least for me) to drive Dhanno from New Delhi to Hyderabad.

The story shall continue. Stay tuned….