<?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-4200345680604003679</id><updated>2012-01-01T23:46:47.361-08:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='California Journal'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Note'/><category term='HappYness'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Bring Your Own Beer!</title><subtitle type='html'>Leave the world behind you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-8061477959317137471</id><published>2011-08-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:38:59.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>I thought I was the biggest Bollywood freak</title><content type='html'>Turns out there are bigger Bollywood freaks out there! :P I just returned from Rahman's concert which happened at Palace Grounds. I walked in and was handed 3D goggles. I didn't expect a 3D screen n all. In the beginning I was pretty skeptic about it but once I got used to them it was really cool! It was like Rahman was 10 feet away from me! :P (I was standing very close to the screen :P) Who cares about Rahman!! There was this REALLY cute saxophone guy sitting right behind Rahman through out the show! That's the only reason I liked the 3D effect! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night kicked off with an instrumental medley of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chinna Chinna Aasai, Anjali&lt;/span&gt; and some other songs, and then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tere Bina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dil Se&lt;/span&gt;. Quite a solid start, it had me all jumpy and happy! :) After that all songs were pretty boring. :P That's why I said I thought I was a Bollywood person! I knew only, say, 60% of the songs he played! I mean, it's me!! The antakshari champion!! How can I not know Bollywood music!? :-o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's mostly because I think the quality of Hindi music has gone down and everything sounds the same now. Or maybe I'm just growing too old. Gonna be 21.. Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Rahman, he made the crowd come to life only when he played &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chuku Buku Chuku Buku Railey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Patti Rap&lt;/span&gt; or something.. Unfortunately I don't know either of the songs! :P For most of the people that was the highlight of the evening! The crowd went nuts! And after that I think it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mukkala Muquabla Ohhhh Laila&lt;/span&gt;.. :P For me of course, the highlight was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roobaroo&lt;/span&gt; because I'm probably the BIGGEST fan of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/span&gt;! That, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lukka Chuppi&lt;/span&gt; from the same movie. I hate to admit it, but I secretly got tears in my eyes when he sang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi&lt;br /&gt; Lagey bin tere mujhko akela&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my mom wanted to come for the show, but hurt her leg in the morning and couldn't. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of this emotional bullshit. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those two songs I really loved the saxophone solo :P and also the violinist, Ann Mary. She was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget! I HAVE to talk about Remo, he was the most energetic guy on stage! Man! so full of enthu! Especially when he sang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mukkala&lt;/span&gt;.. At first when I saw him with a guitar I thought "What a wannabe". Then he picked up the flute and played some good stuff. And then I got to know he was the artist of the&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Flute Song&lt;/span&gt;! That's bloody brilliant! So I got off full respect for him!! You see, I've been addicted to flute playing for two days now. :P Hence the respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sivamani, as always he was simply too cool with his weird ideas of percussion! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man of the evening, Oscar winning Rahman! Kudos to him for having made such awesome music! He played so many instruments! And he sang really well! Some songs I thought he wasn't really singing (like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anjaana anjaani&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yuva&lt;/span&gt;), but I'm not sure. He either sings too effortlessly or he wasn't singing at all. Hehe.. But the best thing about Rahman is that no matter how famous he is, it doesn't get to him! He's so modest and cute.. He's so NOT a snob! He's a very sweet natured guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main drawback of the evening was the set list. They played such random songs. There were many boring phases when nobody in the crowd knew the songs! I mean they played songs like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thok De Killi&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raavan&lt;/span&gt; and some three songs from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na&lt;/span&gt;.. Who cares about those songs! Rahman is famous for songs from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roja&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chaiyya Chaiyya &lt;/span&gt;and stuff! They should have played more popular songs. Those random songs are OK for Bombay or something, not Bangalore. And the sound was bad. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was entertaining enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background visuals were brilliant! Can't believe they pulled off something that cool at Palace Grounds. Really neat graphics and stuff! I hadn't seen anything like it before! The graphics were very effective when they gave a palace-ish look to the entire stage during &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwaja&lt;/span&gt;. Very good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before this post gets too long, I'm going to end it. :P Thanks to Rahman and his guys for a fun filled night and for taking me back to my antakshari days with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hamma Hamma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dil Se&lt;/span&gt; n all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me! Every single time anyone got "ha" while playing antakshari, this would be the scene -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: "Yamma yammmaaa yamma yamma.. Yeh khoobsurat samaa.. Bas aaj ki raat hain zindagi, kal hum kaha tum kaha."&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: So what's my next letter?&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: "Ha"&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Ok "Hamma Hamma Hamma-hamma-hamma"&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 (Secretly doesn't like Person 2, so says) : Ohohoho!! That's not the starting!! "Ek hogaye hum or tum" is the starting. Go jump! Shut up and sing some other song okay?!&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: ? Hmpf.. Ok.. Fml.. :-/&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-8061477959317137471?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/8061477959317137471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=8061477959317137471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8061477959317137471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8061477959317137471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-thought-i-was-biggest-bollywood-freak.html' title='I thought I was the biggest Bollywood freak'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6278056408294659513</id><published>2011-08-10T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:26:52.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>"Dabba" movie!</title><content type='html'>I just returned from Inox after watching Stanley Ka Dabba, evening show. Most of you might not have heard of this Bollywood movie by Amole Gupta. I hadn't heard of it either. Over the phone my sister said "We're going for Stanley ka Dabba". I said "Family ka what?". She said "No!! STANLEY ka DABBA! It's supposed to be like Taare Zameen Par!" She went on to explain how everybody wrote very good reviews of the movie, how Rajeev Masand said the movie is a brilliant work of art, blah blah blah. I said ok and agreed to go because she promised food at Taco Bell! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie began with comical stick figures of Stanley and a fat guy with a big moustache fighting over a ball. Then the movie actually began, where the "cute" little boy, enters school. He doesn't take a dabba to school, he eats from other's tiffin boxes, so he gets busted by this fat oaf of a teacher who eats from everyone's dabba. Trust me, he is the most disgusting man you'll ever see on screen! His mouth is perpetually watering (literally) and he keeps wiping it off with a dirty hankie and burping loudly after eating! Yuck! So we saw again and again, shots of tiffin boxes being opened, eaten closed and just like that it was half time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the last ten minutes of the movie make sense and add some sort of story to the two hour-long torturous piece of crap! Seriously! I have never seen such a pointless movie. We laughed ludicrously through out the movie! It just made no sense! There's a song every few minutes that goes "dabbe dabbe noodles ke dabbe, paneer, mushroom, bleeaarrgghh". :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.koimoi.com/wp-content/new-galleries/2011/05/Stanley-Ka-Dabba-Review-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 481px; height: 318px;" src="http://cdn.koimoi.com/wp-content/new-galleries/2011/05/Stanley-Ka-Dabba-Review-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can even act in the movie. It's so made-up! Even my sister, who cried while watching Terminator-2 (!) didn't cry! That should explain, there is a major lack of any sort of "feel" in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids can't watch it, they won't understand anything. Young people can't watch it without cribbing about not having gotten high before the movie, old people might fall asleep. Bullshit I tell you. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday two hours in the temple and today two hours of this nonsense! So not cool to celebrate like this after I passed exams! I should have watched Tamil movie "Ko" or Golden Star Ganesh's "Cool". Dammit I always make the wrong decisions in life! Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got my Cheese Quesadilla and Unlimited Coke! So I'm still happyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6278056408294659513?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6278056408294659513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6278056408294659513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6278056408294659513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6278056408294659513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2011/08/dabba-movie.html' title='&quot;Dabba&quot; movie!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-4572596722576235377</id><published>2011-05-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:18:27.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HappYness'/><title type='text'>Water and Wine</title><content type='html'>I wish I can start this post with a brilliant intro like that in Wonderful Life by Alter Bridge! Such beautiful peaceful music.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a very happy day today! It began with a dream about meeting Mark Tremonti, who had come to perform at my sister's Sangeet. :D Yes, my dreams are a bit erratic and crazy! It was a fun dream though. I got a picture with Mark and got him to sign in my notebook and that. &lt;br /&gt;My dream also helped me decide what to gift Su for her wedding. &lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by a call from my favourite person, to whom I spoke for an hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;After some more lazing around I decided to get off my bed and brush my teeth. :P I had lunch because it was nearing lunch time. How I love being so lazy and chilled out during holidays with nothing to do!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lY6DBIfYH-I/TcMeW3vWf4I/AAAAAAAAHA8/aWOivqoIIjo/s1600/05052011065-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lY6DBIfYH-I/TcMeW3vWf4I/AAAAAAAAHA8/aWOivqoIIjo/s320/05052011065-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603355739647541122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the fun began. Uttara, Pranju, Prerna, Bonnie and I went to eat gola when it was bloody hot. After getting all the sticky kala khatta juice all over ourselves, we went to the back part of my house to wash up. What started as a wash up session turned into a crazy water fight which took us up to the roof of Uttara's house. :D&lt;br /&gt;After wasting a tank full of water and a whole lot of fun we went to McDonald's in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;I know McD's is so for 13 year old's but I don't really care! It's the place we have most fun at! We bossed over the billing counter guy, made him give us a free coke, threatened other tables with killer stares simply because they looked at us, sang Happy Birthday to Bonnie although we have no idea when her birthday is and basically wreaked havoc on Sampige Road! I feel like I lead this crazy all-girl rowdy cult! :P Mostly because I'm the oldest in the gang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgCqIWVtTMo/TcMc3ey_fEI/AAAAAAAAHAo/zhARW5dGwyI/s1600/05052011074-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgCqIWVtTMo/TcMc3ey_fEI/AAAAAAAAHAo/zhARW5dGwyI/s320/05052011074-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603354100864351298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We belted food like mad cows at McD's. Each of us ate two burgers, Adit of course chose to be different ate three burgers and three fries and two cokes and then golgappa outside! Hope his tummy is alright now. :o&lt;br /&gt;I rode on Adit's pulsar turning backwards and sitting. So much fun! Hehe. The last time I did that was in 4th grade after Karate class in school! :P&lt;br /&gt;We all walked back home, five of us, arm in arm like a bunch of tree-huggers who just won't let go! Through the last bit, we raced back home and I'll show off and say I reached first! :P &lt;br /&gt;After that I sat with my folks for quite some time, ate really cute purple ice cream and that, I thought marked the end of my eventful day! But no, to top it off, when I was in the middle of typing this post, Uttara texted me, at around 1:00am, calling me to the balcony to share a glass of wine. I would never say no to my best friend although I was just then making a speech of how I'm never going to drink again. :P We spoke for three hours sitting outside sipping wine, whispering about our secret lives to each other. I'm so glad I spent that time with her, it only made me realise a lot of things about myself and made my day more perfect! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ah what a wonderful life! :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-4572596722576235377?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/4572596722576235377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=4572596722576235377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4572596722576235377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4572596722576235377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2011/05/water-and-wine.html' title='Water and Wine'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lY6DBIfYH-I/TcMeW3vWf4I/AAAAAAAAHA8/aWOivqoIIjo/s72-c/05052011065-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-1642877479533908105</id><published>2010-11-08T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:18:19.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruminations of an absentminded teen</title><content type='html'>Ah! Another lazy, rainy monday afternoon... and a cup of coffee sitting by the window. So blah! I wish I could listen to music. But I'm just too lazy to go get my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I kinda like these lazy days, when I can just watch Gossip Girl or a movie I've been wanting to watch, perhaps Silence of the Lambs or something, or maybe some less gross cuz I'm too lazy to even respond emotively. Maybe Dude Where's my Car! OR I could get my guitar out and play the same old songs I play all the time- With Arms Wide Open, One Last Breath, Nothing Else Matters, etc etc. Or I could watch football on tv. Or I could read a book. Or I could go take a walk. But I forget, it's raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with so many options though, at the end of the day, I'm sure all I would've done is go on Facebook, see random pictures of strangers whose lives don't matter to me at all, or see profiles of people I dislike, or see my own albums again and again. Such a ruthless waste of time. Stupid addictive social networking sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the same chair that I sat on when I posted my first ever post on this blog! I do hope this post marks the end of my er.. writer's block. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't make up my mind about what I wanna do in life. I don't know why I mentioned that cuz it is my most hated topic for discussion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'm typing this post simply cuz I felt like typing. Or maybe it was the rare cup of coffee that my grandpa made that inspired me! An absolutely pointless post evidently.. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: That's probably the last time I can call myself a teen on this blog or anywhere! Aaaaargh gotta go bury my face in a pillow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-1642877479533908105?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/1642877479533908105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=1642877479533908105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1642877479533908105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1642877479533908105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2010/11/ruminations-of-absentminded-teen.html' title='Ruminations of an absentminded teen'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6343823456958165064</id><published>2009-11-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:47:00.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>The makers of 2012 have timed the release of the movie perfectly; when everyone is so very curious about what’s in store for them in the unfortunately near future. Roland Emmerich brings unto you what the end of the world would look like, in a realistic, thrilling atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;2012 is a movie based on what scientists think will happen to, not a city, not a country, but to the whole world on 21st December, 2012. It revolves around a middle aged man Jackson Curtis (John Cusack) and his family, who miraculously dodge disaster after disaster, when everything behind them is quite literally falling to pieces. While a global calamity brings the world to an end, the survivors heroically struggle to keep the human race from extinction.&lt;br /&gt;John Cusack has acted fairly well and so has Amanda Peet, who plays Jackson’s ex wife. The two kids in the movie, Morgan Lily and Liam James have also expressed themselves well. I liked the creepy guy, Charlie Frost (Woody Harrelson), for his simplicity and great acting. What I disliked about the movie is how everyone is so melodramatic. It was a little over-the-top, making it unreal. Be it the President or the Science Advisor of the President, nobody is going to make an emotional speech when a colossal tsunami is going to hit your ship within the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;The most astounding part in 2012 is that one explosion or earth quake has more buildings and trees and cars collapsing than in a million Hollywood movies put together. The graphics are amazing! Visual and sound effects are the best part of the movie. You feel like you’re flying along with Jackson Curtis, ducking every time a tree or a giraffe (heh) comes your way. If you watch the movie in a 3D theatre you’re sure to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;It is alarming to think of all catastrophic implications the end of the world might have. It is downright frightening to visualize all the things that will be destroyed. Sure, if you use “Earth” as a general term it doesn’t sound so bad. The way the destruction of each little important part of each country is shown is overwhelming. Like the Wonders of the world, Mount Everest, St.Peter’s Church in the Vatican City, the White House, Yellowstone National Park, Caesar’s Palace at Vegas, I mean all that effort gone into building these enormous structures and the respect the buildings have somehow earned going down in flames raises goose bumps. &lt;br /&gt;So 2012 isn’t a movie that’s gonna slap you in your face and say “You are doomed” with a booming voice, neither is it a movie that will just go over your head. It might make you put your thinking cap on and go “why”. Funnily, my friend and I were really happy after the movie, simply because we were alive and nothing else I suppose. All in all a great thriller; a good watch; will keep you at the edge of your seat till the end! Three on five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6343823456958165064?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6343823456958165064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6343823456958165064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6343823456958165064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6343823456958165064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-4084383175213885752</id><published>2009-10-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:46:01.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Wake up Sid!!</title><content type='html'>Main apne saamaan ke saath ek choti si khwaab layi, writer banne ki. :)&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I watched the first day, first show of &lt;em&gt;Wake up Sid&lt;/em&gt;. What with the ridiculous speculation going on about &lt;em&gt;Sid&lt;/em&gt; having referred to “Mumbai” as “Bombay”, the movie might even be banned for a while. Go take a hike Raj Thackeray. Coming to the movie, the director Ayan Mukerji has done incredibly well for a debut in directing under the guidance of Karan Johar. The atmosphere of the movie is a lot like that in Dostana, bar the perverted acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up Sid&lt;/em&gt; is about a young about-to-graduate lad, who goes astray with his friends after joining college. &lt;em&gt;Sid&lt;/em&gt;, (A fan of Arsenal!) son of a well-heeled business man, is an immature boy stuck with a Peter Pan syndrome. This spoilt rich brat befriends &lt;em&gt;Aisha&lt;/em&gt;, who has come to Bombay (In your face Raj Thackeray! :P) from Calcutta to become a writer. She is mostly craving for freedom and to be able to stand on her own feet and that. Quite obviously, &lt;em&gt;Sid&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Aisha&lt;/em&gt; become best of friends. The story is a platitude of any other Romantic Comedy in Bollywood, but very realistic and a lot people will definitely be able to connect to it. &lt;br /&gt;Ranbir Kapoor has acted well. I suppose he didn’t have much acting to do because he was just being himself. He looks slightly tipsy all the time. He does NOT look gay in the movie. His t-shirts are to die for! Need I say about Konkona Sen Sharma’s acting? She is expressive as always and looks better than in her other movies. They make their friendship look very natural. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the movie has done a good job. The Mumbai Beat office in the movie looks exceptionally innovative; very alluring. The background scores are not very appealing. It almost goes unnoticed. The movie sort of gives a new hope to people out there who think they are good at nothing. It also makes you forget about the devastation caused by rain and look at the monsoons positively for a while. The story is damn predictable but has a nice feel to it. A simple and sweet movie and for a change, a good movie which is safe enough to watch with your whole family. Hehe. Three on five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-4084383175213885752?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/4084383175213885752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=4084383175213885752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4084383175213885752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4084383175213885752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-sid.html' title='Wake up Sid!!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-5878463983203162184</id><published>2009-09-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:06:45.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>A Clockwork Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SqUFC9_U1XI/AAAAAAAAB0M/dev8g4zR4tI/s1600-h/A+Clockwork+Orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SqUFC9_U1XI/AAAAAAAAB0M/dev8g4zR4tI/s200/A+Clockwork+Orange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378710878521972082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Hi hi hi there&lt;/em&gt;”! &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange &lt;/em&gt;is an English movie directed by Stanley Kubrik based on a book by the same name. His last movie was &lt;em&gt;Eyes Wide Shut&lt;/em&gt;, starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. According to IMDB, his other movie &lt;em&gt;Full Metal Jacket&lt;/em&gt;, is as good as &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/em&gt;, both being rated 8.5 on 10. &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange &lt;/em&gt;stars Malcolm McDowell playing the protagonist, Alex. I was surprised to find that McDowell has done voice-overs for a wide range of cartoons, including my favourite ever cartoon Phineas and Ferb. He has also appeared in TV series HEROES and Entourage. &lt;br /&gt;It’s a tad bit hard for me to write a review on &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange &lt;/em&gt;because the movie is very peculiar. It is about a young school going boy Alex, who along with his ”&lt;em&gt;droogs&lt;/em&gt;” Georgie, Pete and Dim, goes about his town, wreaking havoc by making outrageous sex offenses. He assumes the surname DeLarge after successfully luring two girls from a music store to sleep with him. Being the leader of his fellow “&lt;em&gt;droogies&lt;/em&gt;”, he becomes a “&lt;em&gt;malenky&lt;/em&gt;” bit too bossy, his mates betray him and he gets caught by the police, being accused of murder. After two years in prison he volunteers for a therapy that will allow him to get out of prison in a fortnight’s time. The therapy sort of rehabilitates him by creating an aversion in his mind against any sort of crime. So according to the treatment, he is made to “&lt;em&gt;viddy&lt;/em&gt;” destructive and violent movies and as a result of it, he gets struck by a wave of nausea and a load of negative reactions in response to “ultra-violent” crimes. &lt;br /&gt;The very first scene in the movie is so bizarre. The first few minutes are very disturbing and might make you want to stop the movie, but once you make it through those petrifying minutes, you’ll be fine. The most eccentric scene in the movie in my opinion is when he is undergoing the therapy. It’s scary and idiosyncratic. The idea of the fake eyelash to make Alex look atypical and mysterious totally works. The intensity of the scenes towards the end is hair-raising! The background scores, a lot of it being Ludwig Van Beethoven’s Symphony9 blends in perfectly. You’ll find a rather strange variation of the British accent and peculiar form of slang among the teenagers. Best if you watch it with subtitles! Alex DeLarge’s character is solid and influential. (The Joker’s character from Dark Knight is inspired by Alex’s character) The movie completely deviates from the normal thriller or drama movies. Very unusual and different. An extraordinary, brutal masterpiece! Four and a half on five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-5878463983203162184?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/5878463983203162184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=5878463983203162184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5878463983203162184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5878463983203162184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/09/clockwork-orange.html' title='A Clockwork Orange'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SqUFC9_U1XI/AAAAAAAAB0M/dev8g4zR4tI/s72-c/A+Clockwork+Orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-8178581465332334906</id><published>2009-08-19T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:11:52.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Twilight (The movie)</title><content type='html'>I know it’s too late, I wanted to write it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth were they thinking when they made the movie!! It looked like the director, Catherine Hardwicke had a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; idea in her mind but the movie turned out completely different, possibly, the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;Twilight is a romantic story based in a fictional town in Washington called Forks, It revolves around the lives of Isabella Swan, mommy’s little girl and Edward Cullen, a vampire. Bella is pale and dull, yet easily becomes the centre of attraction among the boys in Junior High. Edward Cullen is essentially the heart throb of all girls in Forks High School but is unconditionally in love with Bella. Their love leads to complications with others of The Cullens’ kind, and ends with a dramatic, suspenseful build up for the second movie.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson has been given this supposed-to-be vampire-ish look, and it’s a disaster. He might look like a vampire, but almost everyone who sees him will immediately think he is homosexual. Heck Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black) looks more like a vampire without make up! Edward Cullen is supposed to be this real intense character, with impeccable features but I don’t think anyone who has read the book would appreciate Pattinson’s portrayal of the character. &lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart, not a beauty contest winner, just another American face, has miserably failed to represent Isabella Swan from Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series. She might look it, but she is just not it. She cannot act for nuts! She shakes her head a little too much and has the same expression when she is supposed to be able to clearly display a number of emotions. The facial expressions play such an important role in the book! &lt;br /&gt;I just got a hunch that the actors might not have read the books at all to get a feel of the character. If you don’t want me to compare the movie with the book, fine by me. The movie, by itself, to a lay person, will be appalling. Nobody can act in the movie, nobody looks good, the viewer might be confused because too many things that need an explanation are taken for granted and the dialogues are not clear. &lt;br /&gt;There was this particular scene I was shocked by. I was waiting with bated breath to see how they made Edward Cullen look in the sun light. The book gives a beautiful description of him-serene, beautiful, and other worldly, “you shine with the light from the sun” sort of description. There was no mention about silver sparkles poking out of his face in an obscene manner. The baseball game was presented well though, the only part of the movie that was shot well. &lt;br /&gt;The background scores; I don’t even want to think about them. The music was positively appalling! To me, it was like a two hour Kannada movie. There was background music almost throughout the movie, where it was completely unnecessary and it wasn’t nice. The hero getting thumped by the villain before coming back to life was too Sandalwood. The movie is absurd and incongruous. I couldn’t wait until the movie got over. If you really have nothing to do but kill time, after having done &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; possible things that you can do, then go ahead and watch the movie. Otherwise, it’s not worth it.  Half on Five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-8178581465332334906?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/8178581465332334906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=8178581465332334906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8178581465332334906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8178581465332334906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/08/twilight-movie_19.html' title='Twilight (The movie)'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-1599684083697168456</id><published>2009-07-16T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:58:57.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>I never got to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>IN LOVING MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I’ve missed you for so long; I can’t believe you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;You still live in me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in the wind, you guide me constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was to be alone, no.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you were always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;You were always there waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Now I come home and I miss your face, so.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling down on me, I close my eyes to see, and I know, &lt;br /&gt;You’re a part of me&lt;br /&gt; And it’s your song that sets me free. &lt;br /&gt;I sing it while, I feel I can’t hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I sing tonight, ‘cause it comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of, the one that was so true.&lt;br /&gt;You were as kind, as you could be.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you’re gone, you still mean the world to me. &lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was to be alone, no. &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you were always there for me, you were always there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;But now I come home and it’s not the same, no.&lt;br /&gt;Feels empty and alone, I can’t believe you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, &lt;br /&gt;You’re a part of me and it’s your song that sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;I sing it while, I feel I can’t hold on,&lt;br /&gt;I sing tonight, ‘cause it comforts me. &lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I set you free from sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still love you more tomorrow and you’ll be here with me still. &lt;br /&gt;What you did you did with feeling,&lt;br /&gt;And you always found the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;And you always will.&lt;br /&gt;And you always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-1599684083697168456?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/1599684083697168456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=1599684083697168456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1599684083697168456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1599684083697168456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-got-to-say-goodbye.html' title='I never got to say goodbye...'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-5749104773150805670</id><published>2009-07-09T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:24:02.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>“Buck Fush”. That’s the most captivating line in the newest Bollywood flick New York, starring John Abraham, Katrina Kaif and Neil Nitin Mukesh. Kabir Khan has made remarkable progress in movie-making after Kabul Express. Neil Nitin Mukesh has been given a nice sober look and of course, his acting is top notch. He is a typical lover boy of the 21st century. Katrina Kaif is like a fresh ray of sun light. She looks extremely beautiful and has expressed herself more clearly than in her other movies. As for the protagonist, John Abraham, he looks dashing as always and has performed well. He has vague expressions at some parts of the movie, but fits the role perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not possible to decide if New York is a movie about Terrorism or about the American FBI. I consider it the latter, given that the whole movie revolves around the life of three friends, whose lives change drastically due to the FBI’s doings, post 9/11. There are few twists in the movie but many scenes may shock you and antagonise you, especially the torture scenes; they have been shot very well. The basic plot of the movie is not very original. I rather felt they copied a few ideas from the Hollywood action flick The Departed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filmy gaane, as I always feel, was unnecessary. They don’t make a difference in the movie whatsoever. There are a great deal of scenes in the movie that underline the fact that New York is a Bollywood movie, like they three of them running on green fields, slow motion running and that. The movie might make you walk out of the theatre cursing George Bush and the FBI or might just make you unsure of what to think, because the main intention of the movie is not put across very clearly. All in all, an entertaining movie, worth watching once, with friends or family. I’ll give it three on five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The funniest part of the movie was when the guy in front of us yelled at Avi because she was talking too loudly. This was only when the advertisements were playing! Priyam got pissed off and told us to close our ears and told the ending of the movie loudly and the guy turned and said “Thanks a lot!” Priyam hid her smirk, smiled brightly looking at him and said “You’re welcome”. Haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-5749104773150805670?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/5749104773150805670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=5749104773150805670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5749104773150805670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5749104773150805670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-3181935216111093250</id><published>2009-06-22T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:36:27.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>The awesomest creatures!</title><content type='html'>Kathleen and Simon, you guys rock!! &lt;br /&gt;This was one of the coolest and best days of my stay in America. First of, my cousins and I went by ourselves to Los Gatos Downtown. Well, every county has a Downtown, which is pretty much like Brigade Road. Restaurants, showrooms, malls, etc etc. So ya, we went Downtown. We took a bus, a very colourful one, after a long wait! I think our coin rubbing magic trick to summon the bus actually worked. :P We went to Willow Street and had some cheesy pizza and pasta, followed by some delectable chocolate ice cream in Cold Stone. After walking back for around ten minutes we felt rather snoozy and called Suman aunty to pick us up. While we waited, we bought some root beer and water to quench our thirst. It was a pleasant day, but I was warm because I chose the wrong day to wear a jacket. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBonJaZgEI/AAAAAAAABec/9-prOStCzfg/s1600-h/THE+pic!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBonJaZgEI/AAAAAAAABec/9-prOStCzfg/s200/THE+pic!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350391379066978370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hardly back home when Suman aunty's friend came to pick us up to her friend, Kathleen's house, a nice big house by the country side, with a lot of animals in it. Perfect for me! Surabhi told me that they had a dog, Jazzmine and that was it. Little did I know that within and well, outside the residence too, there were two bearded dragons, a black mammoth lizard whose breed no one could quite recognise (it hissed angrily when it's shelter was taken off, creepy!), a snake, around eight goats, a cat - Black jack, an African Grey Parrot - Corky and around forty other birds. Unbelievable eh? Believe it! :P &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBpFJLkUiI/AAAAAAAABek/Yd4hCIpapkY/s1600-h/Swathi-champ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBpFJLkUiI/AAAAAAAABek/Yd4hCIpapkY/s200/Swathi-champ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350391894400848418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was head over heels with excitement! Each and every animal had me astounded! I caressed Jazzmine and the dog next door - Champ, fed the goats and alpacas from my hand, spoke to Corky and petted the bearded dragons. Petting lizards of any kind had been one of my dreams (if you could call it that). I was up on the clouds when Kathlene put them in my hands. First I felt a little odd but then holding two reptiles in my hand felt so absolutely normal. Contrary to my expectations, the dragons had very dry and rough skin and were extremely well mannered. The didn't stick their tongues out and neither did they poop while they were in my arms. Hehe. Now that I have touched them, it is my dream to OWN one of them, although I don't foresee anything of that sort happening in the near future. Anyway, later we sat in the back yard, sipping some lemonade and munching on some strawberries, overlooking the freeway, reservoirs and hills that lay far away. I felt royal actually, sitting at such great a height in a comfortable hammock with my feet at ease in a foot rest. In a while Mr.Simon came along, after "playing around with some liquid Nitrogen' apparently and was introduced to us all. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBpxb1eiQI/AAAAAAAABes/VcQ07mlnBE8/s1600-h/Swathi3-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBpxb1eiQI/AAAAAAAABes/VcQ07mlnBE8/s200/Swathi3-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350392655322712322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He greeted us in typical country style, "Howdy! How you doin?" Hehe. We got a tour around the house and saw beautiful paintings and mechanical toys that Kathleen had built herself. One of the coolest things in the house was the handwash in the restroom. When you turn on the tap, the water is bathed in blue light! How cool is that! Having a light inside the wash basin!! I am very glad to have met both of them, who are so talented and bounteous. We watched the bearded dragons through the glass, sticking out their tongue, mistaking our fingers for prey. Although they do nothing, they are entertaining and make amazing pets! If only I had spent more time with them, this post would be longer. Hehe. So long then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-3181935216111093250?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/3181935216111093250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=3181935216111093250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/3181935216111093250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/3181935216111093250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesomest-creatures.html' title='The awesomest creatures!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SkBonJaZgEI/AAAAAAAABec/9-prOStCzfg/s72-c/THE+pic!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7816751215506428263</id><published>2009-06-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:31:43.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>It's a Small World</title><content type='html'>DISNEYLAND!!! &lt;br /&gt;Yayy!! I was so happy when we left our home to LA! We readied ourselves with food and water for a six hour drive and I was impatient till we got there. As we turned around the corner of the house, my aunt saw in the rear view mirror that her red jacket had fallen, next she found a black jacket fallen on the road and then we all turned back to get a clear view of the road and all the jackets because the trunk door wasn't closed. We all had a good laugh! So that is how hasty we were while leaving! During our drive, we played Name Place Animal Thing and Food. Lol. I know, lame game, but it was fun nevertheless. We took freeway 101S, the longer but scenic route. We went to UC Santa Barbara, drove through the campus because there is a possibility of Surabhi going there next year. The campus is not very big but has lovely pink bougainvilleas in abundance. We stopped at a gas station and bought some Sour Skittles(Sllllurrpp!!), more sour candies and Cheetos. On our way, we found a temple and went in, but it was closed. We all prayed from outside and made our way out. Passing through river gorges, valleys, deserts, vineyards, canyons and reservoirs, we soon reached Malibu, the beachfront community in Los Angeles. It is just a tiny stretch of land and has houses built less than 100 yards from the beach, which unfortunately block the view of the beach. It is also known for the countless Hollywood actors that live on hill tops in beautiful, isolated, castle-like houses. Every time I saw a big house I would jump in my seat and say ''Do you think that is Jennifer Aniston's house?" "I think that is David Beckham's house!" It was so exciting! The beach was nice and warm. Sudarshan and I built a mountain and it never got washed off by the water until we left. 21 Miles of absolute scenic beauty I would say. We reached Los Angeles in no time and I started clicking away pictures of everything possible! Bill boards with celebrity's faces, *click* Fancy Stores, *click* Sunset Boulevard, *click click* Beverley Hills, *click click click click click*. Hehe. We parked in a mall from whose rooftop we could see Hollywood. It was a pity we couldn't see Universal Studios. We didn't have enough time. We went to Grauman's Chinese Theatre, located at Hollywood Boulevard. The theatre is most famous for it's concrete blocks, set in the forecourt, which bear signatures, hand prints and footprints of popular actors and musicians, from the 1920's till today. It was intriguing to see Hollywood's most priced assets' hand prints fit into a single square yard. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8H9TGVk5I/AAAAAAAABR8/lRgGXRy-q2I/s1600-h/LA-Disneyland+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8H9TGVk5I/AAAAAAAABR8/lRgGXRy-q2I/s200/LA-Disneyland+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350003632019706770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There, I met Master Yoda, Sponge bob, Edward Scissor-hands, Jack Sparrow, a cowboy, some blacks doing their thing(street dance, they were amazing!), and more. The names of famous bands and actors were engraved on the pavement, so you could just keep clicking pictures of things you liked. After spending some more time there, we went hunting for our hotel room. We were so exhausted and there was so much traffic! I saw a limo with windows heavily tinted and I'm pretty sure there was a celebrity inside. It went riiight next to our car, next to my window and I got irritated because I couldn't see who was inside, so I made a face at whoever. Lol. I made the usual "sticking the tongue out" face. We saw UCLA from outside and Hollywood Downtown far away, one of the most prestigious places where Jennifer Lopez and others would do their shopping. After an hour through the city which has the maximum number of cars in America, we reached Best Western and checked in. We got the best looking room anyone had ever seen. Heck it wasn't a room! It was a suite! Surabhi made a joke "Sweet suite sweet!" Hehe. It looked so classy with a drawing room, a kitchen, a bedroom with two majestic black beds, the most comfortable restroom and that. We felt royal with two flat screen TVs, one in the bedroom and one in the drawing room. And we had two such suites!! Kickin' ass eh?! We started a pillow fight to mess up the room because it looked too clean. We watched TV for sometime while eating and after a nice hot shower, I went into a deep, royal slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland day!! Everyone was ready and inside the car by eight thirty after a hearty meal, the complimentary breakfast. To feel more like we were on a holiday, we cut down on healthy food and had doughnuts, muffins and waffles for breakfast. Yummy.. We parked in the Pumba parking lot and waited for the Pumba shuttle to hitch us a ride to Disneyland! As we sat agitated in the shuttle, I kept looking out to see the entrance. I saw a board decorated with colourful balloons that said "Welcome to Disneyland". Trust me, the feeling is overwhelming! I was the first one to jump out of the shuttle when it stopped and run to the entrance where they were checking the tickets. We had printed tickets but the lady there fed the paper to the computer and gave me my very own Disneyland entry card with a picture of Goofy on it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8DY1ll3kI/AAAAAAAABR0/DvgsCZmYxn8/s1600-h/LA-Disneyland+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8DY1ll3kI/AAAAAAAABR0/DvgsCZmYxn8/s200/LA-Disneyland+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349998607575932482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took my own time to take a good look at my first view of Disneyland. So many people, so many colours! There was a big flowery Mickey Mouse in the garden with Disneyland written beside it. It looked really pretty! Although it was quite early, there were many people and some wore Mickey ears while some wore Goofy hats. The place has such a happy atmosphere. Wasting no time we boarded the train to New Orleans Square and literally ran to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, one of the best at Disneyland. Twenty enchanting minutes in a ship, surrounded by pirates who are basically out of their mind, shooting with laser guns randomly! It was so realistic! Next we went to the Haunted Mansion. We wanted to finish up the best rides before it could get crowded. A fat guy outside the mansion was trying to frighten all of us with his spooky stare and by saying "terrifying" things. Inside the mansion, about 50 of us were stuffed in a room and then transferred to another room with eerie pictures of creepy folks. After a while we were put in seats and sent on a ride. With freaky ghosts flying around and pianos playing by themselves, blood curdling screams coming from some corner of the mansion, it was thrilling! Our next adventure was on the Splash Mountain. You can figure out what kind of ride that is, right? It was super fun! I was really glad that my mum and aunts and uncle also joined us on the ride because as far as I know my mum doesn't even come close to such rides. We got all the wrong parts wet sitting on the ride and waited till noon to dry up. Hehe. Next we went on a Jungle Cruise in Adventureland with a rather peculiar and funtertaining guide! If not for the amusing guide, I think the safari would have been very dull. We got fast passes for Indiana Jones and moved on to Frontierland if I can remember right. We went on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, probably the fastest ride in Disneyland. You see Disneyland has unique rides! You will not find a normal roller coaster or giant wheel like in California Adventures or Great America or even Wonderla. The rides will transport you to an entirely different world! It is something that one must experience in his lifetime! We had lunch at Redd Rockett's Pizza Port, a giant pizza slice each and a little bit of salad. Since we had just eaten, we didn't want to go on any big ride, so Sudarshan and I went on Dumbo, the elephant (kiddie ride) and the rest of them went to the parade area. The parade happens every few hours and it is the happiest thing ever! First we heard the music, "Heyy, we love, we laugh, pumpin up the party now". God that song is so catchy! I totally love it! Then came the dancers, so full of enthusiasm! Surabhi and I could never get over the fact that those guys are so happy all the time and so full of energy. It was with great joy that we watched them and I taped the entire parade. We saw Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Pluto, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Chip and Dale, Mad Hatter and so many other characters! There was this part in the song where "Celebrate YOU" was sung over and over again, with the singer pointing it at different people and out of nowhere the singer pointed at me and my heart skipped a beat. :P I was mind-boggled! Hehe. I started giggling and felt like shouting "yay me!!" :P I felt very stupid after sometime though. I never wanted the parade to end. Later we went on "it's a small world". It is such a beautiful little boat ride. It's a heart rending song really and the little toys in there are so adorable! It's amazing that they have fit the whole of Earth under a giant clock. We went on many other rides like Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Matterhorn Bobsleds, Winnie the Pooh, Pinocchio, Tea Cups, Buzz Lightyear, Indiana Jones and in the Tiki Room. They were all so magical! We were spellbound by each and every ride! We also watched Honey I shrunk the audience in 3D. It wasn't all that great. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8BqixjE_I/AAAAAAAABRs/7jJ4MTQnxqE/s1600-h/LA-Disneyland+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8BqixjE_I/AAAAAAAABRs/7jJ4MTQnxqE/s200/LA-Disneyland+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349996712740197362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met Minnie mouse and got a picture with her and she let me see her house. I sat on her bed and at her table and ate her diet cookies. :P After an hour's wait, I met Mickey and saw his house too, and the little bed for Pluto that he has. Most exciting of all was when I saw Aladdin and Jasmine! I seriously flipped! Surprisingly, no one had noticed them and I ran to get a picture clicked. Aladdin looked so good and I blabbed "You guys are my favourite!" Disneyland is such a happy place! It makes you forget the rest of the world! Birds singing, flowers blooming around you, green trees swaying gently, colourful balloons everywhere, little kids running around with Princess clothes and Mickey walking around with a smile that never leaves his face; sounds like a dream, doesn't it? Well, if I have to describe each and every ride, it's gonna take me forever and I'd also be spoiling it for you if you intend to visit Disneyland in the near future. So I will not disclose much information about the rides. That night at Disneyland was the best night ever! We watched in awe as awesome lifelike creatures came soaring out of the water and amazing special effects ignited the night! Mark Twain's ship brought in it all Disney Characters you can imagine! It had the seven princesses and even pirates fighting for Davy Jone's treasure. I saw the best fireworks I had seen in my entire life! Rockets after rockets! I couldn't help but think of Diwali when all of us would lie on the terrace staring at the big black sky, waiting for someone to send rockets and light up the sky! Prerna would always scream on top her voice "If you love God, burst more rockets!" Hehe. Such a lovely sight! We were rooted at the spot looking at a Fantasmic show of fireworks! What brilliant formations in the sky! At the end of the show, the roads were covered with Mickey shaped confetti. It was all such a happy affair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Adventures is also an amusement park by Disneyland, much smaller and is just opposite to Disneyland. As soon as we got the Guide Map, I spotted an Aladdin Musical Theatre in it. I made it clear that I wanted to go there some time in the day. The first ride we went on was California Soarin'. Honestly, I thought the ride wouldn't be all that great but when we took off, it was simply amazing! I was so proud of myself that I had seen almost all the spots that we flew over. Such a sensational experience! Next we went on Grizzly River Rafting. The board at the entrance said "Caution:You may get wet." We knew what they meant when we sat in the ride. It was like rafting on a river, downhill. It was so much fun! All of us were dripping! Sudarshan and I chose to go again, and got drenched for the second time. Our next expedition was at California Screamin', a High Speed, 360 degree Roller Coaster ride. Since everyone else decided to ditch us, Sudarshan and I waited twenty minutes for a twenty second ride. It was wild! Mainly because we didn't know beforehand that it would go upside down.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8I_5mtBeI/AAAAAAAABSE/KSa0CfdePUg/s1600-h/LA-Disneyland+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8I_5mtBeI/AAAAAAAABSE/KSa0CfdePUg/s200/LA-Disneyland+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350004776227374562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched two 3D movies, "it's tough to be a bug" and "Muppets". Both of them were excellent! The one with bugs was exceptionally good! We had lunch(Submarines) watching what was claimed to be a magic show. Later we went on Monsters Inc. ride. It was quite fun riding through their city, watching monsters that said "We scare because we care." Those monsters are so cute! Finally, the Aladdin Musical! We waited an hour to enter the theatre but the wait was totally worth it! I had no idea what the show/ride/movie/whatever was about! Only after it started did I realise that it was a play, the Aladdin movie. Even better I thought! The play was mind blowing!! The guy who enacted Genie was outrageously funny! When Aladdin saw Genie for the first time, he asked "Who are you?" Genie, being his sarcastic self said "Hi I'm Mac and you're PC". That got everyone cracking! The entire play was filled with jokes about modern movies and TV shows and all of them were so appropriate for the moment! They were all witty and perfect! Who knew Genie could be such a smart ass! The play was grand and superb! The part where Prince Ali is introduced to Agrabah was absolutely terrific! They presented huge man-made elephants and a whole parade before us and the dancers walked among the audience and astonished everyone. Aladdin looked as good as ever and even the carpet did it's role so well! The technical part of the play was most impressive. They made Aladdin fly on the magic carpet, they made genie appear out of nowhere. They made people disappear in a split second and Genie certainly surprised everyone with his spontaneity! Since Aladdin is my favouritest cartoon character, is was flabbergasted. All day I sang "A whole new world" and irritated my cousins. Hehe. Soon after the movie was over, we made one last trip to Disneyland, mainly to go all around Disneyland by train. It was quite interesting. We saw Dinosaurs and Canyons and all that. After that we went to the Disney store to buy some novelty stuff as souvenir. We were just in time to listen to the music at the parade and that sure did raise my spirits higher! After taking one last good look at Disneyland, we all made for the Lion King tram to get to Timon Parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;I don't generally give advice to anyone, but take this. Go at least once to Disneyland, the place where dreams come true! &lt;br /&gt;Disneyland. The place where happily ever after happens everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Disneyland. The most magical place in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;Disneyland. A world within the world, without the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7816751215506428263?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7816751215506428263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7816751215506428263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7816751215506428263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7816751215506428263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8H9TGVk5I/AAAAAAAABR8/lRgGXRy-q2I/s72-c/LA-Disneyland+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-8542096102711525913</id><published>2009-06-17T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:56:50.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>Lake Tahoe and Yosemite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjmCSAt1nkI/AAAAAAAABRc/MgQTh8zic3s/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjmCSAt1nkI/AAAAAAAABRc/MgQTh8zic3s/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348449278420688450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Tahoe is a large fresh water lake in the Sierra Nevada mountains of United States. After an hour's from Davis we reached the lake. Amma and I ran to the water as soon as we saw it and Ashok, the paparazzo came running behind us. Hehe. The water was a clear blue and we could see the bottom so clearly. It is supposed to be one of the cleanest lakes in the world. The lake was freezing though. I touched it once and my hands turned blue and started hurting! God was not on our side so he made the weather cloudy and it began to rain. For sometime we enjoyed the rain and appreciated the snow capped mountains in the distance. Before long, it began to pour and we had to get into the nice, warm, cosy car. We drove around the entire circumference of the lake until we returned to the point we started. It's not a short drive. We had to drive a hundred miles, from the South of Lake Tahoe to West, North, East and back South. It was a cheery drive, with the lake just beside the road, through tunnels and lovely trees everywhere. We even exited California and were in Nevada for a while. During the drive, we stopped at many vista points, one of which had a waterfall. We were on top of the waterfalland the water was roaring on it's way down the rocks. There was also the Fannette Island in the lake, the only island in the lake, also known by the name Hermit's Island. There is what is left of a Tea House built a long long time ago by some knight. After we got too cold we drove to a Diner called Denny's and had some Hash Browns and I drank hot chocolate. They are very generous with food, these Americans. All drinks have free refills!! Cool eh? They put whipped cream on my hot chocolate to make it look delicious and tempting and I got a kick out of just licking off the cream and getting whipped cream refills time and again. It was fun! There was some sort of a Renaissance festival going on around Lake Tahoe so a lot of people were dressed up in bulky costumes. I got a picture with a fat guy who had an awesome mug of beer in his hand! After some more driving we reached our shelter for the night, Best Western. It was the best room we had had so far. It was huge and comfy and had Lake Tanya shining under the sun just outside the window. The manager of the hotel, an Indian, overheard us talking about what we would have for dinner and offered to make some burritos for us for free. Good old man! Our hotel, I realised, was just one mile inside Nevada. Just next to our hotel, was a casino, that is where I had my dinner. I ordered for cheesecake imagining the yummy blueberry cheesecakes I eat in Bangalore. The waitress slammed a slab of cheese in front of me and poured strawberry sauce on it. Sigh! I didn't complain because I love cheese and I ate it happily. Later we went to the casino where I saw my aunt lose her mind! They didn't gamble at all in Las Vegas but they lost dollars over dollars in the Topaz Lodge Casino while I, being a minor, picked up some crayons that was kept for little kids and coloured up some fish. What a pitiful life! I saw some drunk females fighting over something, the result of which, security had to chuck one lady out of the casino. My aunt and uncle won some money but lost it again just for the heck of finishing off the cash. They actually spent almost two hours gambling in the casino! When we were about to exit, we went out the door and my uncle didn;t feel like leaving, he turned to go back inside but came out on second thoughts. I watched half of a lame Cheetah Girls movie back in the room and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Yosemite day!! We had a pleasant drive to Yosemite, with our surroundings giving competition to Switzerland and edging ever so close to the snowy mountains. Soon enough, we found snow just by the road and there were lakes formed by melted snow. It was simply too perfect! Beautiful blue lake, fur trees behind it and snowy mountains in the background. It was not even too cold! I jumped into the snow and oddly, started feeling hot. So I took off my jacket and made snow balls and started throwing them on people. It was so cool! I even put some inside my mother's jacket! Heehee! We walked around, fell down, got our shoes stuck inside deep snow, put handprints and shoe prints, wrote our names in the snow, made our hands numb and had so much fun! It was the best time I had had in a long time! Our next stop was at a spot from where we got a distinct view of the Half Dome, and that is what Yosemite is most famous for. We could also see the Bridal Veil falls, although it looked like a tiny stream of water coming out of a tap. Next we stopped at a higher point, close enough to the Half Dome, to see people climbing it. It's a pity we couldn't hike anywhere. Well, there's always a next time right? After ten minutes, we found ourselves walking through the woods towards the Bridal Veil falls. The water is blown away from the rocks because of the wind and hence the name, Bridal Veil. It was like a soft shower on. Amazing tranquility between the water, the trees and the animals. Ah!! Serenity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-8542096102711525913?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/8542096102711525913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=8542096102711525913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8542096102711525913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8542096102711525913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-tahoe-and-yosemite.html' title='Lake Tahoe and Yosemite'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjmCSAt1nkI/AAAAAAAABRc/MgQTh8zic3s/s72-c/IMG_2788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-3790757882734618669</id><published>2009-06-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:34:54.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>Random places..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sjcu85zjOsI/AAAAAAAABRU/0VGU7o5GbQo/s1600-h/IMG_0227-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sjcu85zjOsI/AAAAAAAABRU/0VGU7o5GbQo/s320/IMG_0227-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347794706369821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next week, we went around Los Gatos and San Jose to malls and shopping stores. We went to the Westfield mall. It is one of those malls that has outlets all over California. We entered from the back door, so we were welcomed by the restrooms and storage rooms. Not very nice huh! The first store I saw was Hot Topic, a rock band tshirt store. Without further ado, I ran into it looking for Alter Bridge tshirts or of any other band that might interest me. The lady hadn't heard of Alter Bridge, so I lost my enthusiasm and got bored of the store, but still hung around there for half an hour. I saw a Disney store, Apple store, Swarovski store, etc. The most exciting of all, was the Dog Boutique. They have everything possible for a dog! Name tags, clothes, birthday cakes, shoes even! We mostly shopped at a store called Fanzz (I hate it when they use "z" unnecessarily!), which was a sports store. We bought some tshirts for a great deal and left the mall happily. We went to a store called Bed, Bath and Beyond. It is a vast store and one would take hours to walk around the whole store. As the name suggests, it has beds, things you would need in a bathroom, in your kitchen and more. Trust me, kids wouldn't wanna go there! Just beside Bed Bath and Beyond is a store called Diddams. It's the perfect party store. It has everything you need for a party and all the fun stuff possible.&lt;br /&gt;We have been to so many more stores like the Dollar Store, Ross, Tuesday Morning, Michael's Crafts, Walmart, the Indian Store and so on. All these stores are unbelievably vast. We got really tired just walking around in the malls. &lt;br /&gt;We also went to Sudarshan's school to watch their concert. It was so melodious. They played music from Pirates of The Caribbean and Terminator. I did not expect it to sound so good. It was mainly an orchestra of approximately 15 instruments and the chimes added such a grand effect to the entire show! The great music kept me smiling and happy all the time. We went to his school again after a few days for an award ceremony in which Sudarshan won the Math award and gained an acknowledgement in French. We went again, of course, for his graduation. All of us wearing traditional Indian clothes to be formal. It felt really awkward to be dressed in a Salwar where all other people wore beautiful and elegant gowns. We applauded my brother with great pride as he bagged the Most Outstanding Student award among over 300 students. It was a surprise for us as well as him. It was a moment to cherish! &lt;br /&gt;We went to Davis by train to meet my cousin, Kavita didi. We boarded the train in Santa Clara and made ourselves comfortable for our four hour ride. We went by the bay at San Francisco and watched enormous ships sailing(maybe). I soon met my cousin and nephew and niece. They are the most adorable kids! They are so loving, they would always come and say "I love Swathi chitti" and give me a hug or two. We went to UC Davis too see the campus. So green, so clean. We saw s great deal of ducks and ducklings. I saw ugly black ducks following a beautiful white duck. Hehe. (I'm not being a racist!) I also went to Sacramento, the capital city of California, to see Arnold Schwarzeneggar's (you may call him Shivajinagar) office. I found it pretty ironic that Sacramento was the least cultured city among all the cities I have seen so far. Everyone was smoking, drinking, sitting on the pavement and behaving indecently. The Capitol stood out, white and majestic with the American flag waving proudly on top, just above the flag of California. We entered a dignified and well furnished lobby which had a grand statue in the centre. It had passages stretching on all four sides into various other rooms. The roof was translucent with coloured glasses giving the room a glorious look. We walked and ran on the marble floors, clicked pictures and intruded the government officials' privacy. I drank the same water that Schwarzehneggar probably drinks, from a water fountain and I was pleased with myself for that. :) &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I have tried a great variety of cuisines during my stay here. I have had tacos, burritos, churros, pesto pizza, falafels, smoothies, all possible fruits like peach, persimmon, blueberries, truck loads of strawberries, pears, grape fruit, the sweetest moosambies and baby carrots of course. I have been eating a lot of fatty stuff like brownies, pastries, chocolates, ice creams, potato and a LOT of cheese. For the first time I had pizza with nothing but extra cheese on it with ketchup. Such a sinful meal! But I'm on a holiday, I'm going to eat all the junk I want to eat! Wow! Just reading this has increased my appetite. I'm going to have some grilled cheese sandwiches. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-3790757882734618669?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/3790757882734618669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=3790757882734618669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/3790757882734618669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/3790757882734618669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-places.html' title='Random places..'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sjcu85zjOsI/AAAAAAAABRU/0VGU7o5GbQo/s72-c/IMG_0227-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7497963784437065934</id><published>2009-06-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:05:41.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>The second weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjCQlf4hR-I/AAAAAAAABQY/wJCoAV9GK_0/s1600-h/Cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjCQlf4hR-I/AAAAAAAABQY/wJCoAV9GK_0/s320/Cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931731576899554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we went to Petaluma to visit a few relatives I had never met before. I made good friends with a five year old, Ashika. She is one big load of kinetic energy! She didn't let me sit still for even one second! We reached by night; so after a heavy dinner and some raspberry pastries, we jumped into bed. Surabhi and I hadn't had time in the past two weeks to catch up on important things. So we spoke till 2am and fell asleep without realising. The next day we went on a road trip to Redwood Forest. It was a three hour drive I think. It was a pleasant drive with greenery on either side of the road. We stopped at a rest area for a drink and somethings to nibble on. &lt;br /&gt;The Redwood forest has some of the oldest trees in the world. They're so tall and their circumference is massive! Even six of us together could not hold our arms stretched around the tree. It's amazing how a full grown humongous tree can fall off in a flash when it gets struck by lightening. There were countless trees which had been uprooted or burnt. Even they looked good I must say. We went to a bench and ate all the food that we had and drank some juice. Sudarshan, Surabhi and I went exploring around the place into the forest. We jumped into ditches, climbed out, and kept away from poison oak. Just when we turned to go back, I heard the rustling of leaves and a brown and black snake scuttled just past me. It was so close, for all you know, it slid right over my foot! I was so overwhelmed that instead of moving away, I ran after the snake until I was told to stop. We spotted a lizard after that but I couldn't get a picture of it. We lingered around for an hour climbing trees, walking on narrow tree trunks that looked like bridges and admiring the beauty of the Redwoods. We found a small river that was as clear as crystal by the side of the road. Most of us took off our shoes to wet our feet and get them tickled by fish. Ashika was so captivated by the fish, she kept giggling all the time. She sounds really cute when she giggles. We drove back home. The weather was chilly and nice. There was a park before the house, so we slipped on jackets and went for a walk. We played Tag for a while, fooled around on the slides and monkey bars and petted other people's dogs. We came back home, racing each other (running), had a nice supper and made the bed. Unfortunately, making the bed was just a waste of time because Sudarshan and I had a pillow fight right from 9 till 11:30. It was so much fun throwing stuffed toys at him, hitting him, getting hit and all that.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Berkeley. A very hilly city. The roads are so steep, it's crazy! We went to a summit, called Grizzly Peak. The view from above is not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; grand because it's at a height of only 1,700 feet but the drive to the peak was super fun! It was fun because it was a &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; road that took us to an elevation of 1,700 feet! Imagine how inclined that road would have been! We all went "whoaaa" in the car as if we were ascending on a roller coaster ride. The worst and ironically the most fun part of it was, there were stop signs on that road! How do they expect us to stop and go &lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt; on such a steep road! If you're a bad driver, consider yourself dead meat! Anyway, we finally made it to the top and watched the clouds making their way over the bay and hiding the Golden gate and the rest of Berkeley and San Francisco from view. By the time we could eat a couple of chocolates, we were in the middle of grey infinity.&lt;br /&gt;So we boarded and started to our next destination, Napa Valley, Calistoga. There is an Old Faithful there. "Old Faithful" is the title given to geysers, which shoot out at regular intervals. There are apparently just four in the world and they claimed that this was one of them. Seshi mama refused to believe that it was a natural phenomenon because the geyser shot up every five minutes when we were there! It was a sight to see for the first time, but got boring by the seventh time. It was pretty much like a fountain. It was supposed to be boiling hot, but when I stood under it, the water was dead cold. We could see the smoke rising from the underground and all that but it was strange that the water was not even luke warm. It was there that I saw four horned sheep, llamas and goats. Lots of bamboo too. &lt;br /&gt;That's about what we did over that weekend. Petaluma, Redwood forests, Berkeley and Napa Valley. Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7497963784437065934?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7497963784437065934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7497963784437065934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7497963784437065934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7497963784437065934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-weekend.html' title='The second weekend'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SjCQlf4hR-I/AAAAAAAABQY/wJCoAV9GK_0/s72-c/Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7623504802968746591</id><published>2009-06-08T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:01:51.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>Can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Si3mOiVNGyI/AAAAAAAABQI/A1vSbvcw6ZU/s1600-h/Trip+to+California+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Si3mOiVNGyI/AAAAAAAABQI/A1vSbvcw6ZU/s320/Trip+to+California+253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345181470166948642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we went to Stanford University. I walked on the same roads where Bill Clinton's daughter had walked. I saw a monumental sculptural group by French artist Auguste Rodin, called The Gates of Hell. It was supposed to be depressing but my cousin and I laughed at them. I wonder why they would want to have something like that in an educational university. The campus is enormous and so green. I don't think anyone will feel like studying there. It is perfect for taking long walks or going cycling or for a picnic. We ate yummy potato sandwiches there, making fun of half dead or dying people, I mean the sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lucile Packard's Children's Hospital at Stanford for some work. The atmosphere of the hospital was very pleasant. There was a model of a city with which my mum was very fascinated. She walked around it for twenty minutes. The model had trains, tunnels for the train, an ocean, ships in the ocean, underwater life, the beach and people sun bathing, houses, a forest and people hiking. It had buttons which would either make the train whistle or a ship honk. Basically it was for little kids and it was very intricate.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to this store called Costco. It was more or less like Metro. They had everything that one would ever need! You name it, they have it! My cousin was really cheesed off because he hates the store. He decided to push the trolley and I decided to pull it. :P We walked around in the alcohol section for a while and then gave up the trolley. They have these tiny stalls in the store, where they give you samples of food. The store has several aisles and a stall at the end of every isle. We went to each and every stall and tasted all new stuff. It was quite fun actually. Free food is always fun! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, we went to Monterey. You must have heard of the place. It is a small county on the Monterey Bay. The ocean is completely restless at the shore because of the rocks underwater that they crash into. It's quite a sight! You could sit and watch the water splashing forever, ofcourse until you get sick of the smell. The sea weeds don't smell so great. You'll also find sea otters lying in the sun shamelessly in big numbers. But since it was their mating season, they had covered that part of the beach. Phew! I wouldn't wanna see that! Sure, underwater they might be the most graceful creatures, but out of water, they're so sloppy! &lt;br /&gt;We went to 17 Mile Drive in Monterey. It is a very prestigious area with majestic looking villas and manors. The more expensive the houses get, the higher the fences go, so you can't invade their privacy. You'll find some of the most expensive and luxirious hotels and restaurants and one of a kind designer clothes and accessories. There are three or four golf courses in the city, one of which is the Pebble Beach. Apparently Tiger Woods plays there when he gets time. I was so thrilled listening to that! Most of the "city" is the Del Monte Forest, so the golf course goes through the forest and it also extends into the sea. Imagine how many times the golf ball can go flying off into the sea! There are Cypress trees all over the place and because of the strong currents of the wind, they're all bent in one direction or in a few cases, the trees just fall off. There is this one tree called the Lonely Cypress. It's a wonder that it is still standing! It has stood its ground on its rocky perch from 250 long years, and it is the tree closest to the ocean! 17 Mile Drive can easily be called "the greatest meeting of land and water in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we went to a Shiva-Vishnu temple in Livermore. It looked like any other big temple in India. It had idols of Krishna, Rama, Ganesha, Shiva, Vishnu, Lakshmi and others I can't remember. (You'll have to read all that with an American accent. Hehe.) There were few people in the temple. Someone had offered a bouquet of orchids to God. That is something different. No malli poo or shamanthige hua. The pujari did something really funny and I've never seen anyone in India do that. He was chanting some mantras and suddenly clapped and snapped thrice loudly moving his hand about the idol. I had to stuff my mouth with my fist to control laughing! :P &lt;br /&gt;We went cherry picking after that. It is a really different way of having fun. There are numerous farms on the highway that say "U-pick cherries." You pick up buckets, go into the farm and pick cherries from the trees and you have to buy all those that you pick. In course of action, most of us tend to &lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt; more cherries than pick them. We have to taste them don't we? There were two types of trees. One with red cherries and one with orange cherries. Our pursuit of sweet cherries was delightful! I climbed up ladders to reach the top most branches of the trees, gave other people sour cherries just for fun. I had never eaten cherries before honestly. All I had eaten was those on pastries and ice creams and those are terrible! These cherries are very big and they're shaped like apples! They were utterly delicious! We kept pulling out cherries without realising that we already had 8 pounds! We saw walnut farms, strawberry fields, vineyards, white and yellow peach farms and loads of other fruits. Unfortunately, we don't have enough time to explore the whole of California. &lt;br /&gt;We ate at an Indian restaurant in Fremont. I'm really surprised they make exquisite chaat and paranthas in America and the quantity too is vast! It's a rip off though. You have to pay $5 for pani puri which you get for Rs.10. Once in a while, it's alright I guess. &lt;br /&gt;That's about what we did in a week. Have to go swimming now. Until later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7623504802968746591?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7623504802968746591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7623504802968746591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7623504802968746591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7623504802968746591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-monday-we-went-to-stanford.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Si3mOiVNGyI/AAAAAAAABQI/A1vSbvcw6ZU/s72-c/Trip+to+California+253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-8271065284739512212</id><published>2009-06-03T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:13:44.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>The Great Canyons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SicxOXMYDbI/AAAAAAAABPo/6T18g372j5k/s1600-h/Trip+to+California+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SicxOXMYDbI/AAAAAAAABPo/6T18g372j5k/s320/Trip+to+California+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343293605712235954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon: A long straight road, green fields on either side, mountains half obscured by mist bordering the fields on the far end, a light rain and Taylor Swift's sweet voice humming in your ear, just perfect!! And when the rain lashes against the windshield, the wiper cuts a neat semi circle and the tiny water droplets glide upwards because of the car's speed, making it look like someone was blow painting a setting sun on the glass. That's how the drive from Nevada to Utah was. Just beautiful! We passed a fair number of spots that made me get all excited, Summit 7777, Mount Carmel Junction, Scofield Avenue, etc etc. The Virgin River Gorge looked exceptionally beautiful in our scenic drive. After a few hour's drive we reached the toll booth to enter Bryce Canyon National Park. When we started our drive inside the national park it seemed quite cloudy. The first spot we went to was Sunset point. Oh well Sunrise point was also in the same spot but obviously in the opposite direction. That's how high and vast the Canyon is! We can see both the sun rising and setting from the same spot!! The canyon is like a whole lot a Indian temples made of red mud running in a line. Or like a HUGE fort. It's astonishing to see how deep the river must have been to have carved out such a magnificent piece of art! I wonder why the Bryce Canyon is not one of the wonders of the world. It certainly is one of a kind and totally deserves to be on that list! My mum amused herself and other tourists by finding face shaped sedimentary rocks. She found one that looked like Bart Simpson and a firangi guy was so happy that she showed him that. The weather was pleasant, but cold for our standards. My cousin had told me that California is warm and pleasant. I was so skeptical about it. The statement itself seemed to be a contradiction!! After seeing Bangalore's rising heat, I never imagined warm could be pleasant. I learnt that only after stepping into the car from the cold winds outside. "Ah! Warm and nice", I would say. Hehe. We went to the Bryce Point, from where we had the best view of the canyon, to Inspiration point, Natural Bridge, the Rainbow and Yovimpa points. The last two points were at a height of 9115ft! We had a picturesque view of most of the national park. Just as we finished the last point, it started pouring. So we ran to the car, with my aunt thanking God that it didn't rain when we were sightseeing. We drove to Panguitch, where our hotel was. It was maintained by an Indian guy so it didn't meet my standards. :P I watched a movie called "Me and My Prince" or something and I so badly wanted to correct whomever concerned that it should be "My Prince and me". When will they learn!!&lt;br /&gt;Grand Canyon: "No language can fully define, no artist can ever paint the beauty, grandeur, immensity and sublimity of this wonderful piece of architecture by Nature's own architect. One must see the Grand Canyon to appreciate it". It has been rightly put by reporters in the 60s that just writing about the Grand Canyon will do no justice to it. So I won't write about it. :P Ok too bad I'm kidding! The Grand Canyon, Arizona, is a gorge created by the Colorado River. We can see the river from above, but it looks like a tiny little stream. It's actually a mile deep and a great deal of people have lost their lives in the restless rapids of the river. If one is lucky enough, he can hear the river roaring from a mile away. There are many trails for hiking too. So if one is all set to trek, it should be the ideal place. But we read of incidents where people lost their lives hiking at the canyon because they carried insufficient water n all that. It said about 250 people are rescued in a year when they get lost hiking. I love reading about such adventurous people and how they died. There is a watch tower at the entrance that was designed such that one could see the entire Canyon from there. That's quite a task. The Grand Canyon was once occupied by the Native American Indians. So they had Indian art all over the inner walls of the tower and a guy was playing the Indian flute. It was enchanting! We saw the remains of the Indians' village which was nothing remarkable really. Was just a few rocks arranged neatly. I saw five chameleons there! :D We saw the Canyon from all possible angles from different spots, that could be accessed easily with the help of a car. The National Park is gigantic! I think it's almost impossible to walk around all the points. We first went to the Desert Point, from where we could clearly see the Mojave Desert. Then we went on to see Navajo Point, Moran(moron) point, Grandview Point, Yaki(yucky) point, Mather Point and Yavapai point. (The words in the bracket mean no offence. I just like calling those points that.) Each of these points gave is new and different versions of the canyon. It's surprising how things can look so different just from quarter a mile away. It was delightful to watch the changing play of light and shadows. There was this place called Hermit's Rest which was accessible only through a shuttle. So we hopped into a shuttle, made some Indian friends. They had a baby which was a year old. It kept wailing till we reached Hermit's Rest! So annoying! The Hermit's Rest was a tiny cave, which they have modernised now. They're turned it into a store I think. After a nice mug of hot chocolate, (the weather was still very cold!!) we made it back to the car park. We exited the park and went to an Imax theatre. To everyone who goes there, the Grand Canyon movie is a must watch. The movie was so impressive! They have shot the Canyon so well. I loved the way they showed the wildlife at the National Park. All hail the movie makers! &lt;br /&gt;I saw llamas and elks; I only half believed these animals existed because I had seen them only in animated movies. We had a nice time in the car. I learnt a lot about what happened in Ramayana from my mum, aunt and uncle. Listened to them talk about the silly things they did when they were young. I kept (still keep) my eyes open for characters from Prison Break. :P This trip totally inspired me to be a travel journalist! So yeah.. It was a great road trip! In my opinion, Bryce Canyon is better than Grand Canyon. Then again, it all depends on perspective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-8271065284739512212?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/8271065284739512212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=8271065284739512212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8271065284739512212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8271065284739512212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-canyons.html' title='The Great Canyons'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SicxOXMYDbI/AAAAAAAABPo/6T18g372j5k/s72-c/Trip+to+California+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6595281700901200686</id><published>2009-05-31T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:13:30.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>Vegas baby!! (Joey Style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SiNVt_bff5I/AAAAAAAABPg/d58Ux1WplEY/s1600-h/Las+Vegas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SiNVt_bff5I/AAAAAAAABPg/d58Ux1WplEY/s320/Las+Vegas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342207831600758674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Vegas!! :D &lt;br /&gt;Our drive to Nevada from Los Gatos was 7 tedious hours long! We passed the Mojave desert on the way. It is the first desert I have ever seen. The hills look like sand dunes but they never let you decide if they're sand or just brown solid rocks covered with hay. Even when they're ten feet away it's hard to decide. We passed endless vineyards and almond tree farms. The sky was clear blue, with a few white lines which were aeroplane trails. I found it hard to believe that the temperature was above 45 degrees. I could actually see mirage on the freeway, not only just above the ground but till the top of a truck! (It's like the streets of Mexico as shown in Prison Break. You can literally see the heat.) I fell in love with the bikers!! Their bikes are omg so HOT and they look amazing with thier black leather jackets and tattoos! No one ever uses gearless bikes here or ugly bikes. They can easily put Pulsar 220s or Avengers to shame. Even the trucks look so good! They're shiny and clean and are say, respected as much as the cars. I once saw a pink shiny truck. That was sorta goofy. The trains we saw were pretty boring goods trains. So anyway, my uncle drove at 80mph constantly and we reached Vegas earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we entered Nevada, casinos started appearing on either sides of the road. The very first one I saw was called Gold Strike. We reached Four Queens, the hotel and casino where we were to stay. I was so agitated and hyperactive that I was in Vegas! I was being all girly and tried on five or six tops before we went out. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;I saw some of the most happening places in the whole world! I saw casinos like Bellagio, Luxor, Mandalay Bay, Paris, NewYork NewYork, Caesar's Palace, Golden Nugget, Stratosphere and Circus Circus. (I don't know why they repeat these words twice. Maybe they're very excited about it.) Then there were replicas of Europe's most famous land marks. I saw numerous strip clubs, night clubs and wedding chaples at the end of every street. There were really hot cars zooming around and a stretched limosine was parked in the basement of our hotel! It looked absolutely gorgeous! We went up the clone of the Eiffel Tower. It is about one third of the original size I tihnk. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator we were swept off our feet by a breath taking view of Vegas! Instinctively I said "Whoa! Bling bling!!" The lighting is nothing less than spectacular! EVERYTHING is golden and silver or some other shiny colour. We had a great view of Bellagio's fountains. The lights in the fountain looked like tiny diamonds sparkling with all their might. The casino at Paris was gigantic! My aunt, uncle and mum gambled. I wasn't allowed to gamble!! Waaa!! I'm supposed to be 21! I walked around looking at everyone losing their money hopelessly, secretly laughing at them. Once outside, it was dark and we saw a dazzling display of fireworks and a lot of advertisement boards kept flashing at us. I saw "the second" good looking guy (first was the Walcott guy at the airport). He walked around the streets wearing a suit with a lot of other men in suits. All in all it was very nice seeing people from all over the world on a single street and the very fact that there were billions n trillions of dollars stashed up in one lane and that I was on the lane was overwhelming! &lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel rather early, considering Vegas lives by Indian Standard Time.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the funniest thing that has happened so far. Guess what we did after going to the room?? We ate uppit!! We ate uppit in Vegas!! :P All that time while I was eating I kept laughing about how funny it would sound when I wrote "We ate uppit in Vegas" in my blog. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6595281700901200686?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6595281700901200686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6595281700901200686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6595281700901200686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6595281700901200686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-baby-joey-style.html' title='Vegas baby!! (Joey Style)'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SiNVt_bff5I/AAAAAAAABPg/d58Ux1WplEY/s72-c/Las+Vegas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-5149484203578136284</id><published>2009-05-21T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:10:24.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>Santa Cruz and San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SidLkRpalaI/AAAAAAAABP4/TgOjVIL2Kb8/s1600-h/Trip+to+California+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SidLkRpalaI/AAAAAAAABP4/TgOjVIL2Kb8/s320/Trip+to+California+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322569482868130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made good use of the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Santa Cruz the day before yesterday. It's a small city with a population of about 55,000, situated along the West Coast of America. The ocean is friendly to surfers and Santa cruz is also the home of skate boarders apparently. We went to what seemed like a biotechnology research centre. There was a skeleton of a full grown blue whale that had once crashed into some rocks on the coast and died. It was remarkably huge! The ocean has rich marine life and was a little stinky. We saw sea otters, pelicans sitting on the Pelican Rock, sea gulls and a seal. We sat by the light house and had a delightful meal. I saw a great deal of people walking dogs. Petting dogs is probably a fad here since so many of them have it! The dogs are given manicure and pedicure and fancy hair cuts. I find that quite unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;We drove around Santa Cruz, past the multimillion dollar houses facing the mighty Pacific. They're all beautifully ventilated and they're the kind that would make you wanna live there. I love the Spanish names of the places around here. They first belonged to Mexico, I believe. That's that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to San Francisco yesterday. We bought subs from Subway for lunch. As usual I wanted extra capsicum in my sub. I said "Extra capsicums please" and the lady there seemed confused. They don't understand our Indian accent. D'oh! So I corrected myself and said "Extra bell peppers please" full on with an American accent and she obliged. I feel I sound like Russell Peters imitating Indians here. Trust me, it's not a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco is around 50 miles from home. We reached in less than 45 minutes. I might have said this before and I'll say it again. It's a real pleasure driving here! Or watching my aunt drive. It's as smooth as going by plane! We went to a beach where the water was freezing! The wind blowing there was bitterly cold. Apparently it blows from Alaska across the Pacific ocean and reaches San Francisco. It was a bad idea to assume California would be hot and not bring a jacket. &lt;br /&gt;There was this steep road where we ascended slowly and my aunt said "you're in for a surprise" and I was literally holding my breath to see what lay ahead! Slowly coming to form in front of me was a maginificent city with kazillion houses, all stuck to each other, and a hundred high-rise buildings! Never before in my life have I seen so many buildings! It was outrageous really! Looked like a whole lot of houses thrown in a godown or like they had been arranged there for Dussera. It is a very crowded city and all the houses are single storey buildings because the city is prone to earth quakes and what's more? Each house looks exactly like the one next to it so they're all painted in flamboyant colours. We went to the Twin Peaks, a view point and also one of the highest point in San Franscisco. From there we could see almost the entire city. The Golden Gate, the financial centre of San Francisco, the port of San Francisco and other elegant structures that stood out in the residential areas. From there we went for a drive on the Golden Gate itself. It had me singing the theme song of Full House (Everywhere you look everywhere you go, there's a heart there's a heart). It was such a pleasant feeling! We went to different places and saw the Golden Gate from different angles. At one point, the wind was so tempestuous, I almost lost balance and the camera wouldn't stay still to click a picture! It was a permanent colossal gust of wind! (I couldn't find a better way to put it.)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learnt that San Francisco has the higest gay population in America. They had their rainbow coloured flag faluntering high up in the air! We also saw about five or six couples. &lt;br /&gt;On our way back we went through the market street of San Francisco, one of the most happening streets. The streets are always either rising or decending because the city is built on hills. I was so cheerful to see that Princess Diaries might have been shot on one of those streets! (The scene where she loses control of her car and crashes into the tram was stuck in my head!) I saw electric trams, the Golden Gate Park that stretched from one end of San Francisco to the other and other specialities.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be visiting SF once every week to see all the places. Can't wait to go to Ghirardelli and gobble up a few ice creams! &lt;br /&gt;Right then. Good day. Till tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-5149484203578136284?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/5149484203578136284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=5149484203578136284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5149484203578136284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5149484203578136284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/05/santa-cruz-and-san-francisco.html' title='Santa Cruz and San Francisco'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/SidLkRpalaI/AAAAAAAABP4/TgOjVIL2Kb8/s72-c/Trip+to+California+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6462643593673322584</id><published>2009-05-19T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:11:14.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Journal'/><title type='text'>May gets me trippin!</title><content type='html'>May 18th, the longest day of my life! Literally! It was 36 and a half hours long.&lt;br /&gt;We reached the airport on time. There was a light drizzle and cool breeze all the time. You know it has rained every single time I've gone to the new airport! Bangalore just doesn't want me to leave!&lt;br /&gt;We checked in easily (although amma panicked a little when she thought she had left the air tickets at home) and filled up the immigration forms. The guy there read my name and immediately asked if I was a Mandyam Iyengar. After a nice little chat with us he retunred our passports and we entered Gate 20 and waited by our terminal. In there, they have constructed a miniature mall. It has every damn thing you would want! As soon as you enter, you'll find every bloody brand of booze! I was delighted looking at this one thing called Absolut Vodka. Looked very inviting. :P I went there to buy chewing gum. I hadn't bought any because my brainy sister told me they'll give it on the plane or that I could buy it at the airport! So I asked the guy there for a pack of gum. He showed me the way to the chocolate and gum section and gave me a choice of two. The chewing gum was 7 dollars!! I said "Thanks but I have no cash" and walked away. I bought Pepsi for 50 bucks and sat reading my book. I was reading Airport by Arthur Hailey sitting at the airport! :P By the time I read the first page the guy sitting next to me dropped my Pepsi. Grr! Curse him! I noticed a 12-13 year old wearing a Manu shirt and gave him a stare. He saw my Arsenal bag too and we kept giving each other stares till we reached San Francisco. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were called to board our flights. We went quickly to the door and entered a tube which connected us to the plane. I was very fascinated with everything because it was my first international flight. A couple of airhostesses invited us inside and directed us to our seats. We went by Lufthansa and everything was written in German. "Schwimmwester unter Ihrem Sitz" is the first thing I read and understood. I watched the small guidance movie they showed and listened to the audio in German. I didn't understand a single word! The take off was without much turbulance. The flight was like riding in a bus on a smooth road. I stayed up till 4:30 am, had dinner and drank some vodka that was from Finland. It was sleep inducing. I slept till 6am and we reached Frankfurt at around 7:30 where we had to board our connecting flight, which was at 10. I got a glimpse of Frankfurt from the airport. So now I can show off that I've been to Germany too. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting in my seat, a huge guy who had a body like Lincoln Burrows (from Prison Break) sat down next to me. So we were pretty cramped in there. I was bored of checking out the German airhostesses. They all are so tall and rather sturdy I would say. I ate, listened to music, ate, watched Slumdog Millionaire and Marley and Me (cried hiding my face under the pillow when Markey died), read, ate more and drank a lot of juice. I didn't get a wink of sleep through out the day while my mum slept for 10 hours continuously and my aunt just got bored. We reached San Francisco without much turnulance while landing. The Immigration queue was a long one and luckily we walked quite fast and didn't have to wait much. All the officers there were Non-American. We were called upon by a lady (Maybe Asian) for the interview. She was pretty friendly. While talking to her this security guy came into the cube and my stomach literally did a flip! He looked so good! He was Black but looked just like Walcott! He is the best looking guy I have seen in America so far. We picked up our luggage (none of it got lost! Woohoo!) and saw my uncle and aunt waiting outside for us. This trip had been planned so many times and cancelled before that they both seemed real thrilled that it finally happened! We went to the parking lot, only to find that each and every car is an awesome car! I saw a Bentley and around four Audi's as soon as I entered the car park. You'll see the same number of BMWs here as the number of 800s in Bangalore. We drove a good 50 miles in half an hour on the freeway. The drive was great! Our minimum speed was 100kmph I think. People hardly use two wheelers here. I spotted only one. California is so green and full of nature. It's such a pleasure to drive and everything is so organised. I'm very impressed by all of it! We reached home in Los Gatos. The whole town is like a resort. Very pretty houses with nice big gardens. My uncle's house is very well kept and has an attractive swimmimg pool in the backyard. I picked up my cousins from their schools and took a good look at school life that I usually see only on tv. Kids with skate boards, sleazy vynils on cars they drive, etc etc. After I came home I was extremely sleepy and didn't do much. I took a shower, ate and enjoyed a deep slumber after that. Was a great long day! :) Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6462643593673322584?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6462643593673322584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6462643593673322584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6462643593673322584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6462643593673322584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/05/mighty-air-bird-lufthansa.html' title='May gets me trippin!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7308654528128841264</id><published>2009-02-20T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:48:06.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Delhi-6</title><content type='html'>First of all, Sr.Philomena, we all love you very much. RIP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite cheerful after watching the ‘First day, first show’ of Delhi-6. I hardly ever do that. Abhishek Bachchan has again performed very well. First Dostana, now this. This guy is on a roll! He looks incredibly handsome, especially when he is angry. He plays Roshan, a young NRI who comes to India with his pious grandmother, who happens to be suffering from a fatal disease. Sonam Kapoor plays Bittu Sharma, a boisterous &lt;em&gt;Dilli ki chokri&lt;/em&gt;, who aspires to be the winner of Indian Idol. She is showcased as a rebel, who wants to be different from the typical Indian girls. She looks extremely beautiful in Indian clothes. There is another lady in the movie that looks remarkably good. She plays the role of Bittu’s &lt;em&gt;bua&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The entire movie is shot in Old Delhi. India has the same, clichéd cow-in-the-middle-of-the-road and no-space-to-breathe sort of look. But it looks striking from the roof of the house where Sonam Kapoor dances with a lovely dove. If sources are to be believed, the director had to shell out rupess 13,000/- per day for the bird in hand.&lt;br /&gt;The whole plot revolves around a certain “kala bandar”, which causes a nuisance and creates panic in the hearts of thousands of naïve Delhiites. It gains the attention of the media and makes a big issue of itself. The first half of the movie is light with a little humour here and there. The second half takes on a serious note. There is a little misunderstanding between the Hindus and Muslims, who had till then lived in harmony. That’s a rather delicate topic to handle but Rakesh Omprakash Mehra has carried it out very well. The story is partly depicted through the famous Ram Leela. &lt;br /&gt;Roshan and Bittu eventually develop a thing for each other, making the spectators hope things will go their way. Like all other Bollywood movies, this one has a moral, put forward by Atul Kulkarni. The music is pretty different and fits the movie perfectly. I got mixed reviews from people in the theatre. In my opinion, it is over all, a run of the mill movie and definitely not Rakesh Mehra’s best. Rang De Basanti was ten times better than Delhi-6. I would say it’s worth watching the morning show in a multiplex when you’re assured of getting attendance in college. That’s that. Three on five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7308654528128841264?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7308654528128841264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7308654528128841264' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7308654528128841264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7308654528128841264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/02/delhi-6.html' title='Delhi-6'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-2612990039901955049</id><published>2009-02-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:32:48.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>A whole lot of Squish!</title><content type='html'>“Rise and shine!” That’s the first thing I read in the morning. It was 5am and Addy had given me orders to wake him alone up, assuring me that he would manage to wake everyone else up. I did as he said. I was sandwiched between Preethi and the side of the tent. With great difficulty, I found my phone, which was beeping loudly and held it high up in the air so Addy would hear it and wake up. When no one stirred, I yelled out “5 O CLOCK!!” To this, Addy responded saying “5 minutes”. He didn’t even open his eyes. I shrugged and went back to sleep. Every five minutes my alarm rang and I announced the time each time but there was no point anyway. (It seems like only Suraj didn’t hear my calls. He was completely unaware of the announcements when asked about it later in the evening.) Eventually, all of us got up at 10am. There! We blew up our plans of trekking early in the morning to KP. Mr.Prepontaneous was up before any one of us. We went to Battey maney and brushed, washed our faces and answered nature’s call. Preethi made bread cheese breakfast for us. It was very tasty. Addy and Suraj licked the box clean and threw it aside. We went back to our tent and realised how amazing the shape was! “Wah!” :P It wasn’t even a triangle! Sheesh! We sat near it for a while. It was a “plan meeting”. We planned to stay back that day at Bhatta’s house and leave to KP in the evening. In order to kill time, we started exploring the places around Battey mane. We saw a small stream where I saw a guy wearing an Arsenal jersey. As always, I got damn excited. His gang (mainly comprised of old men and a few boring nerdy guys) was sitting by the stream. We walked up along the stream looking for snakes and in Cosmo’s case, crabs. We found a small pond covered with leaves and maggots. Addy wanted to clear it up and make it a Jacuzzi. Haha! Yeah right! We went back towards the gang of old men and sat somewhere close to them. We sat idly for what seemed like an hour. We were relaxing, you see. Addy came up with a game, which required us to put on our thinking caps. He challenged us to create something with all the junk lying around. (Remember TV, Microwave oven??) It was when the boys were having some stupid competition with their Kings; Prepontaneous came up with the word squish. Hehe. Finally after enough rest, we went back near our tent to put our plans to action. &lt;br /&gt;Then again (it’s almost predictable now!), the super girls foiled the plans. It was around 35-40 degrees and we had absolutely no interest, curiosity or anything to do with KP whatsoever. We called Addy’s mum and explained that it was too hot to trek. Addy spoke to her for about ten minutes. This conversation included heated arguments, convincing his mum about how hot it was, general discussions to do with the number of tents and all that. Finally we heard Addy say “What? (Oh shit!) Happy Birthday ma!” Hehe. We all started laughing. He reminded her of some gift that he had given her and spoke nicely for a while and hung up. It was decided that we would go to Madikeri after trekking down so that we could “chill” at Abbey Falls. :P We packed our tent, went to Bhatta’s house, took our entire luggage which now included the bus people’s tents too! $&amp;%^**! It was around 12 noon when we started to trek. The boys dipped their tshirts in water before we could start. Lucky bums! Anyway, we were full of energy. Suraj led us and I followed. Cosmo was behind me, closely followed by Dimps and Addy. We started a small game where Su would sing a word and I would add another word and we would go on until we had a nice one-line song. Hehe. The only sensible sentence we made was “The drums sound so weird”. So creative! :P We had gained superb momentum and it was hard to stop. As we were singing, God blessed us with network and Cosmo got a whole lot of text messages. We heard him say “Holy Cow! A guy from my hostel died!” We were all shocked for a second and did not know what to say. Cosmo broke the tension by running down the hill, full speed and then falling, skidding and yelling at the same time for five seconds. Lmao! None of us could control laughing. I asked who died and he said “Bhaskar! Oh no! Now I have to go to Udupi!”  Hahahahaha! Prepontaneous enquired Cosmo about the idea of running down the hill. He said Cosmo thought he could go and save Bhaskar if he ran. Or maybe he planned to run to Udupi. God knows what made him run! That incident was so damn funny! He got a message that said “Bhaskar died” and he just ran! Hahahahaha!! Only people who were there will understand. Hehe. The whole process of climbing downhill was funny. We all seemed dazed and confused and wasted. We laughed at absolutely anything! Cosmo promised to give us all anything we asked for if we reached down in two hours. We took up the challenge and trekked down swiftly. Addy was suffering from ankle pain and was finding it hard to walk. We found the “2500 mts” part and sat down there for fifteen minutes. We sang the Chun Chun song and we realised that Dimps had a very weird way of saying “Om”. She would say “Aaaum” in a so-called “deep” voice. Hehe. Laughing about it, we all ended the break, this time with lesser enthusiasm than the beginning. Slowly, the break frequency and duration started increasing. Cosmo and I saw a gigantic snake. It was brownish with black stripes. We made Suraj so jealous. We met some mental guy on the way who said we had 6 more kms to descend. The bloody thing seemed endless! We went on and on and on and on and on. Finally when we could trek no more, we broke down. With no fuel to energize us, we lay there, rummaging our bags looking for signs of food. We were starving like mad. We ate a packet of raisons and ellu-bella hungrily. Our last resort was cheese. Sigh! We opened a box of cheese and ate it. Addy said “oota kodi” to passers by. Such was the misery that fell upon us! That was the longest break ever. We wasted a whole hour sitting there. We put peanuts in cheese and ate it. We put cheese in ellu-bella and I was dared to eat it. Big deal I thought and ate it! I actually enjoyed it and ate more! Hehe. By now, the Brahmin – Gowda – Golla – Browda argument had long begun. Each of us argued about our status in the society. Hehe. God pitied our pitiable state and gave us power to walk again. We got our asses off the hard rocks and trekked down with determination ready to face a long, irritating path. To our pleasant surprise, we reached the bottom just after two bloody minutes! We wasted an hour for two minutes’ trek! Shit! We laughed for two days at this thought. Hehe. We quenched our thirst with Citron from a small shop. There were around four black cats lingering around. The white shirt flirt came down the path and said “Hi yaar. I expected something from you guys. Why didn’t you go up?” We told him we went to some other peak. We asked him how the view from KP was. He said “the view was….” And he made an action like he was trying to wriggle out a cockroach from his shirt. Lol! Addy completed his sentence with ‘beautiful”. Hehe. Laughing at that bugger, we entered Kukke. We had a nice snack at Neo Mysore Café or something like that. (Wow was it called Mysore café?) We got rid of our bags and headed towards the temple. Addy was adamant about the whole idea of going to temples until he got to know that the ladies in the temple were topless! (LOL!) He was suddenly Subramanya’s No.1 devotee. He was damn excited when we entered. He threw his eyes around for hot chicks. :P We told him he’d find them inside the room where the idol was kept. We went in search of the water body, which is usually there at temples so that Cosmo could throw the thread that he was wearing. We went through a market place where bhajans served as a background for our crappy talk. We sat by the peepal tree and spoke about how Ganesha got an elephant’s face. We laughed a lot generally and prayed to God and went to the market. Addy went absolutely crazy on seeing the fake tattoo moulds. He got five tattoos, which included an eagle, a tiger that read TIGER :P, a hanuman, a ganesha and a politician. Suraj got a KSRTC symbol, a hanuman, an eagle and a snake with a heart shaped head. Cosmo got a flower and an eagle. Preethi got an Om. I got some random design. Omg! How could I forget?!? Addy got one that said “Life Wife” in a tacky heart shape. That was the best tattoo! We laughed our asses off while getting tattoos. When the tattoo lady said 55rs Addy and Su were like “parvagilla” and started walking away. Haha! Slowly we walked towards the astrologer. Cosmo was going to get his palm read. We waited outside for fifteen minutes while Suraj read Cosmo’s palm and said quite a bit that made sense. At least he made more sense than the astrologer. The astrologer claimed that Cosmo would become an artist! He also said that Cosmo would become a man at 40 years of age and that he had “monk buddhi”. LOL! After the chap read his palm, he sat waiting for cash. As usual, all of us ran out. Cosmo gave the astrologer 10 bucks and came out looking embarrassed. We went back to the temple and met Vishwanath. With completely straight faces, we told him that the purohit in the temple tattooed everyone who went in there. I can’t believe he bought that. Giggling, we all ran out of the temple. After one shot of Lime soda each, we sat near the car playing Dumb Charades. Khoon Mein Taley Samose, Monochromatic Destiny, Mother of Incandescence, The Gallous Bladder, all of which are made up movies were acted out with sheer brilliance! We then set off for dinner to Neo Mysore Café again. We had a proper South Indian Meal, which pretty much sucked. Suraj kept giving Strum arbitrary sentences like “there is not one in the Jacuzzi” and “You are a clown” and “You suck at acting” to act out. Hehe. I gave him “Dude where’s my car” and something happened and Cosmo called Dimps a citag and things went a little out of hand. We saw Suraj and Cosmo having a heated argument standing outside. Dimps and I actually got scared to interfere. Later Suraj came and told us that his justification was that Cosmo was a close friend so he could pick on him. He didn’t even apologise! Haha! After dinner, Vishwanath came and gave us some cash for the tents and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to Madikeri that night. The driver played kickass Kannada music. Loulou loulou crazy loulou nangay Lou illa. (Lmao!) After that, all of us fell asleep. We reached Madikeri at 1:30am. Since it was a weekend plus Republic Day, all rooms in all lodges were occupied. Even Hotel Lodge! Hehe. We were all dreamy and confused. The driver had parked the car outside a petrol bunk. Our plight was so hopeless that we decided to pitch our tent in the Petrol Bunk and sleep. I am NOT kidding! We were all ready for it when Addy rejected the idea. Then we considered a school ground but didn’t want to seem like aliens in a weird space ship to the kids. Hehe. So we kept driving around when Addy and Suraj found a flight of stairs to the right, leading to some clandestine area. They came running down the stairs. They had found the perfect spot. The rest of us climbed up the stairs hesitantly. It was damn cold. On the right was a silhouette of a water tank and some buildings that looked abandoned. On the right was a burnt down forest. It looked eerie and gave me the creeps. The top looked like a local sight seeing spot. It had sitting area with a roof. We pitched our tent there and I lay down in the tent until I got scared. Everyone else was sitting outside and enjoying a terrific view of the city in the dark, with nice slow music perfect for the night. Addy and Dimps gave the Rang De Basanti pose. No one spoke much. Suraj seemed to be in a bad mood for some reason. He didn’t utter a word! After enjoying the beauty of the night, I went into the tent. Suraj followed. Both of us slept off. I have no idea what happened after that. Maybe Addy or Cosmo could complete the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-2612990039901955049?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/2612990039901955049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=2612990039901955049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2612990039901955049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2612990039901955049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-lot-of-squish.html' title='A whole lot of Squish!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-643853713466784114</id><published>2009-01-28T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:33:31.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Day of the tedious trek!</title><content type='html'>The first thing that happened that morning was (as far as I can remember) that I found a cute little puppy. It looked just like my dog. While Addy and Suraj went around looking for a room, I played with the puppy. They came back with news that there were no rooms anywhere. So we were to freshen up in the temple premises. Cosmo and I went first. We brushed and washed our faces quickly. Addy, Preethi and Suraj went next. They freshened up and returned and soon we were on the road handing over sleeping bags and tents to Vishwanath and others. We got rid of some luggage and went for breakfast. It was the most cramped up and crowded restaurant I had seen! We found a table and ordered for 3 masala doseys and two idlis. I think it was then that we were discussing what we could have for dinner when we were to camp at KP and Cosmo made the funniest statement we had heard by far – “We can boil water using leaves”. Can you believe it? Leaves!!  He intended to boil water in leaves and make Maggie or something. Hahahaha! I still laugh my head off thinking of that. After tea and coffee we met the people from the bus and left for the trek. We first went through a tiny gully and reached some open space with trees all around. That’s where we found the celebrated “electric” fencing. Hehe. Suraj got a nice long electric shock and was kind enough to get struck again and again by the shock just for the videos. It was LEGEN-wait for it-DARY! :P (You can access the videos from Addy’s Fb profile.) Meanwhile, Cosmo went hunting for crabs in a small stream by the coconut grove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the upward trek by around 9:30, all of us with our backpacks. We took turns carrying the tent we had. Surprisingly, Dimps and Suraj were really fast. Everything was all right until I started feeling ill. It was the thought that I hadn’t got a wink of sleep that troubled me the most. My head started spinning. After climbing up like 500mts I felt extremely sick and threw up! Addy came to the rescue and gave me Pudinhara but I threw up even more. :P (All puking incidents are so funny. I vomited even while going to Kudremukh. Damn! I got out of the bus saying “Wow! I feel good!” and Blearghh!! Haha! Everyone laughed instead of giving me water or something. Bloody!!) Anyway, I still didn’t feel so good. We trekked a little more, and Cosmo carried my bag all the way. The trip was all about crab fishing and snail hunting and carrying other’s luggage for him. Hehe. The boys and Preethi found a nice big tree with branches hanging out like that of a Banyan tree and I found a nice big rock and fell asleep immediately. Addy, Preethi and Suraj climbed up the tree and did some kothi kelsa (Addy, that means monkey’s work) for half an hour. I don’t remember much of that. It was like a dream. By the time I got up, the three of them had climbed down and I was feeling much better. We took breaks every ten minutes. The breaks were the best part of the trip! Our breaks were for fifteen minutes each. While the boys polluted the fresh air, the girls enjoyed the beauty of nature. Hehe. We had trekked for about two hours and we were damn proud that we had climbed almost five kms when we saw a rock that said “Bhattara maney 2500 mts --&gt;”. We were so disappointed and we decided to rest for some more time, simply out of self-pity more than anything else. From then on, instead of speeding up the trek, we extended our break time. Soon the shady forest area vanished and we found ourselves treading on barren land. It was scorching hot! What weather! We perspired so much; we didn’t have to pee for two days. :P We were so eager to reach some Godforsaken Bhatta’s house that Addy and Suraj confidently took a shortcut and led the five of us (the white-shirt-nice-smile-flirt and his friend included). They trekked swiftly and reached the top of the hill we were climbing, only to realise that we were headed in the wrong direction. The morons didn’t even tell us. They just walked away and left us wondering where they went. We marched on in the hot sun, ignorant of where exactly we were going. As the border of the hill lowered, our eyes met a wonderful sight. Bhatta’s house!!! At least we thought that was his house. It was not long before we realised that we completely off track. We stomped on the grass, trying to find our way, cursing the other two goofballs. We had another idiot with us clicking pictures and saying “Wow! Such a beautiful smile ya” every three seconds to Dimps. Cosmo was pissed off that his smile wasn’t being admired! (Heh!) We found a pile of small rocks arranged in a tall triangular manner. It looked very authentic in the middle of nowhere. We clicked some more pictures there and trekked continuously for fifteen minutes. We saw Addy and Suraj waving at us from down below, which was the right path. I remember saying “humph” looking at them. Hehe. The sight of Bhatta’s house and the imaginary food and nice cold water were the only sources of motivation. Only after reaching the entrance of the house did we comprehend that what we thought was the Battey Maney (according to Addy) was actually just a couple of benches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhattara maney was a wide area with two spacious buildings with thatched roofs. One building served as a kitchen and dining place whereas the other one had a cow shed and a bathroom. The first thing we all did was drink cool water from a pipe that brought water for us from a well. The water was so tasty; I filled half my stomach with it. Then we pounced on the food! The delicacies for the afternoon were some sambar rice and majjigay. It is the yummiest majjigay I have ever had. Dimps, Suraj and I had like eight glasses each and were super full and ready for a siesta. We went towards the Areca nut plantations and sought after a shady place. We climbed teeny weenie bridges and found the perfect place. We sat and (ahem) planned the day for a while. We came to a decision and that was to leave to KP at around 5pm and soon I fell asleep. Addy, Suraj and Dimps played 50 games of Rummy (apparently) while I slept. Cosmo was asleep too. Addy termed the sight of our half dead bodies as an African Massacre. Hehe. After we all got up, there was an awkward silence for sometime. I suggested we play Dumb Charades. After two rounds of the game we realised that Cosmo can’t act for nuts. Hehe. We were all too lazy to leave to KP at that time. It was around 6. Cosmo was the only one who was very keen on trekking again. We went to the forest department to obtain permission, almost confident that we wouldn’t get it. To our surprise, the man in charge said we could go at even 6pm and leave immediately and camp at Somvarpet. For some reason, we didn’t leave that evening and again made plans to leave early the next day. I think that day was the dullest day of the trip. We went for a walk uphill, climbed to the highest part of the nearest hill and sat there till it got really dark. It was a starry night. I have never ever seen so many stars in my life! The sky almost looked gaudy with so much jewellery on her. She managed to look gorgeous at the same time. I didn’t take my eyes off the sky because I hoped to see a shooting star. We saw so many tiny dots moving, some quite fast and others at snail’s pace. There was this one particular red and silver dot that led us to a tiny argument. Addy and I said it was a satellite while Suraj, Dimps and Cosmo said it was too fast to be a satellite and that it was a plane. We could frequently see torchlights coming from the path to KP, some of them really bright. They looked gothic. After half an hour’s star gazing, Addy and Suraj started telling us ghost stories. The only one who really got scared was Cosmo. He said “Someone please hold my hand!! Suraj!! Give me your hand!!” Haha! They made a cute couple through out the trip. We left the hilltop with Addy, Suraj and Dimps desiring to call spirits of dead people. Dimps had already done this once, so that encouraged the Hanuman brothers to call the spirit of their friend Ramdev, who passed away under mysterious circumstances. At Bhatta’s house, we had a light dinner and again a litre of majjigay and Su and Addy were off to look for a spot on the hill to pitch our tent. They came back holding the lantern-like tent torch high in the air and gave us a winning smile. They had found a spot on some corner of the hill. Addy, Dimps, Su and Cosmo pitched the tent while I held the torch as high as I could. We put our tents and were checking it. While we were at it, we realised that about just ten yards away, two more groups had pitched their tents and had campfires. We sat in our tent admiring it. It was around 11:30pm. We decided to call Ramdev’s spirit and Dimps wrote down 0-9, A-Z, YES, NO. HELLO and GOODBYE on a sheet and Addy prepared a speech to send the spirit away after “talking to it”. We all held hands and were asked to concentrate on Ramdev for some two minutes. After about thirty seconds Addy and I burst out with laughter listening to some guy singing in Gibberish in the other tent. It was tooo funny! Addy can imitate that guy well. Hehe. Dimps and Suraj had such straight looks on their faces; they had me wondering if they were deaf and didn’t hear the funny song. They yelled at us and made us close our eyes again. We tried, but the song was just too funny. Suraj and Dimps got fed up and refused to do it once more. I think Dimps said something like we were disrespecting the spirits. :P Addy tried convincing them to do it after fifteen minutes when he would’ve gotten over the uproarious song but in vain. Basically, calling poor Ramdev’s spirit turned out to be a fruitless effort. We decided to postpone that along with the trek to KP. After setting three alarms, we fell asleep on the bumpy bottom of our beautifully shaped tent. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-643853713466784114?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/643853713466784114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=643853713466784114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/643853713466784114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/643853713466784114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-of-tedious-trek.html' title='Day of the tedious trek!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-677462297604367740</id><published>2009-01-27T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:36:54.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Trip to Kumaraparvatha (NOT!)</title><content type='html'>Chun Chun Chun. Oops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be sung with slow, low “Om”s and high pitched Chun Chun Chun’s in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;If you are smart enough, then figure it out. (Chun Chun Chun)&lt;br /&gt;If you are dumb enough, then you’re in without a doubt. (Chun Chun Chun)&lt;br /&gt;With Lungies so tight and heads so shiny,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody here has a brain so tiny!&lt;br /&gt;If you ain’t a hunk, then you can become a monk,&lt;br /&gt;We tried so hard but the knowledge never sunk.&lt;br /&gt;This place is fantastic; I’m just being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Oops! It’s my college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that song is dedicated to Cosmo’s college-AIT. What a perfect way to end the song! That’s the first thing we did in the car, on our way to Kukke. We departed at around 11pm from Addy’s place, stopped at dhaba for dinner where we played a round of truth of dare just to get to know each other better. The only thing we actually got to know was that Suraj hated pigeons. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we relaxed in the car, talking, playing, telling each other ghost stories, etc. We all tried so hard to sleep but none of us could. We got out of the car at around 4am in a small town, in order to wait for the bus that was coming along with us. We found an old man exercising near a pole and we told him that Cosmo thought he was a ghost :P (C’mon! Who the hell wakes up at 4am to exercise!). The four of them played football with a coconut for a while until we decided to leave. After a shot of tea and some biscuits we left to Kukke along with the bus. In an hour’s ride, all of them managed to get at least 45 minutes of sleep while I stayed up to give the driver company. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-677462297604367740?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/677462297604367740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=677462297604367740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/677462297604367740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/677462297604367740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-to-kumaraparvatha-not.html' title='Trip to Kumaraparvatha (NOT!)'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-273017299139875364</id><published>2008-12-27T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:07:40.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Ghajini</title><content type='html'>Right. It was a cold night while returning from Ghajini. We went to our favourite theatre- Cauvery. We rode on the footpath while going. It was utterly crazy but we had to make it there on time. We walked in around five minutes late. The first face I saw on screen was of Jiah Khan. I think she tried to get the “Priyanka Chopra tan” but it got two shades darker by mistake. Anyway, it suits her pretty well. As much as I dislike her, she has done a good job in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;Aamir Khan, who suffers from a loss of Short Term Memory and Insomnia in the movie, has amazing presence. His acting is immaculately perfect! When required, he is an adorable, sweet chocolate boy. When he is not hot and awesome, he is a mad dog. Seriously! He growls, bites, kicks, scratches and what not! He has that mad look in his eye that can make chills run down your spine. He loses his sanity from time to time and makes you squeeze whatever you have in your hand real hard. In the second half of the movie, I actually sat in my seat, shivering from head to toe, not because I was cold but because I was that excited. I watched about five minutes of the movie through my Santa cap because I felt it was a little too gory. I heard a little kid say “Mummy, Taare Zameen Par is only nice”. Heh. Poor chap! When there were around ten minutes left, I sat there hoping the movie would never end. Brilliant action! &lt;br /&gt;Asin looks ok-ok in the movie. Should she shed some pounds, she’ll look stunning! Her acting is remarkably good especially when she is scared to death sitting in the Pooja room. That scene will give you goose bumps. You might see a little over acting when she gets one dabba Ambassador, then again, nobody is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;The songs were unnecessary. A R Rahman is definitely not at his best. No comments about the lyrics of the songs. (They are terrible. :P) And what the hell is with Aamir Khan’s clothes?!  He really doesn’t look like the CEO of his company. He looks like he came dressed up for the shooting of Matrix or James Bond. Nevertheless, he pulled it off!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, brilliant movie, thanks to Aamir Khan’s flawless acting. If not for him, the movie would have been like one of SRK’s action flicks. (Ahem! By SRK I mean Shivraj Kumar. :P) Enthralling and action-packed, the movie will make you yell “hodyo ounna” every ten minutes or so. Hehe. I’d give the movie 4 on 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-273017299139875364?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/273017299139875364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=273017299139875364' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/273017299139875364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/273017299139875364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghajini.html' title='Ghajini'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-279016846415547548</id><published>2008-12-22T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:52:05.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Out of 366 days of 2008, I bear in mind very few days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jan 18&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;- Su’s birthday. I lost my phone (V3i) that day but I also found a new love. Appa found Simba on the road that day. What a great day! I think that’s the first time Su got her hair straightened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;March 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – It was appa-amma’s 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary. Great day. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;March 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – My sweetheart’s birthday! :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;March 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – My board exams began. First day, I had Chem. I walked out of college with a smirk on my face looking at so many people weeping. I had smashed the exam and I scored a ninety! B-)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;April 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; – The day I took a major leap towards my goal. I decided to ditch CET and stopped studying for it. What a waste of time! I had studied till then. Sigh! Anyway, I do not regret my decision. I love Journalism and I’m very glad I did not do Engineering. I see my friends suffering all the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;May 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – The crazy trek day! Guess you all know that day pretty well. Hehe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;May 25&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;– Mangalore trip for Katti’s wedding. We went to Blue Waters. I think I saw two girls making out. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;June 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; – The Kudremukh trek. I witnessed one of the most beautiful and majestic sights that day. The scenery was completely breath taking! Plus the leeches were awesome! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;June 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Supriya’s birthday. The first time I saw a really disgusting insect, some sort of an ugly giant cockroach. I bid goodbye to Su as she was going to live in Pune for two years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;June 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – First time I entered Mount Carmel College as a Carmelite. I missed Supriya who had been by my side for 14 years! I called her, my eyes brimming with tears. I felt totally at sea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The next few days were void of any major happenings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;September 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; – I became an aunt to Aryan! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;September 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Simba ran away. Horrible day. I’d rather not remember it. Hope he is happy wherever he is now! Louu ya Simba! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;September 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Hrishi left to London. The day my solitude hit me real hard. I felt very bad and wrote the post “Is life beautiful”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;September 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; – I got a call from &lt;i&gt;Emirates &lt;/i&gt;that day; I suppose you all know that day too. :P Man! Hrishi had hardly left Bangalore and he was already making me jealous!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;September 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Appa’s birthday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;October 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Awesome-a’s birthday. :) Both our exams began on that day. Hehe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;October 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – We went to Tumkur and Devarayana Durga. There we saw appa’s Engineering College and ate tattey idli in a hotel where he used to eat back in the 70’s. I was so proud of him that day. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;October 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Opposite day! (Gee! I’ve used that term a little too much!) The day Utt and Su straightened their hair and I curled it! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;October 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – We went to Nandi Hills. Awesome drive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;November 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; – The day I went to Dew Drops with Poo, Sne and Sup. Pooja and I went mad after that and clicked a million crazy pictures! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;November 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Pooja’s birthday! We surprised Pooja with a super tasty cake. Then we blew up her cash at Pizza Hut. :P &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;December 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Amma’s birthday! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;December 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;– My 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday!! Yay!! :) I dressed up all girly. I got a Nike football, got a Chocolate Mousse, had superb lunch at Aromas of China and later got drunk at Le Rock. Perfect way to celebrate adulthood! Hehe. I also got a Nike Sweat shirt and a brilliant book! I went to sleep happily. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;December 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Jim’s birthday! She got a tattoo! It finally happened! :P I treated my friends later in the evening at Dew Drops. Good times. I got a poster of Theo Walcott! Woohoo! : D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;December 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; – Paarrrdyyyy time!! I got my ever-awaited original Arsenal jersey right from Emirates! :D :D Also a ticket to enter Emirates! :D Although it was already used. :P &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now I’ll go to sleep peacefully. I’ve been waiting to write this post from November! Was waiting for my birthday to get over! Hehe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! Happy New Year 2009! :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-279016846415547548?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/279016846415547548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=279016846415547548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/279016846415547548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/279016846415547548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/12/bittersweet-memories.html' title='Bittersweet Memories'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6171194630531610289</id><published>2008-12-04T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:22:18.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>If I have only one year to live, what I will do with my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;First of all, I will be super shocked. That will lead me to make hasty decisions and perform peculiar tasks. I will tell all my friends that I have only one year to live and watch them cry, just to feel good about myself, knowing that I’ll be missed. Jokes apart, before I kick the bucket, I will get a tattoo, go bungee jumping and maybe sky diving. Since I’m passionate about trekking, I will climb Mount Everest. If that is impossible, Kudremukh will do. Since I will die in a year, I will be ready to do anything precarious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will go to my dream destination, London, and visit the Emirates stadium. I will definitely watch a match, my favourite team against the team I hate the most-Arsenal vs. Manchester United. I would love to meet my favourite player, my heartthrob, Theo Walcott.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will learn to play the guitar and play on stage once (Doesn’t matter how big or small the stage is). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’ll go watch John Petrucci, Joe Satriani and Mark Tremonti play, wherever they perform. I will listen to music day and night till I die! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will spend the better part of my year with my family. I will watch Princess Diaries with Supriya how many ever times I can after watching all other legendary movies. I will call the writer of How I Met Your Mother and make him tell me how he met their mother. Hehe. I will take endless walks with Uttara on sixth main. I’ll talk over the phone to Pooja forever. I will eat blue berry cheesecake with Supriya ceaselessly. I’ll text I Ain’t and Strum till the end of time. I will make Su quit her studies and spend time with me. Make her shop for me and stuff. Those are the things I do most often. Basically, I won’t let anyone leave me alone. No, actually, I won’t leave them alone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will make sure I play for my college football team and win a trophy. I’ll spend a lot of time at Sankey. I will eat all the orange candy in the world. Time and again, I will go to Pizza Hut. I will eat benney dosey thrice a week. (I wouldn’t want to be fat when I die.) I will go to Hard Rock Café just once more. I will eat a rainbow Lolly Pop. I will dress myself up in a beautiful gown once and do my best to look nice. I would love to hold a tiger cub in my arms once. I will write a Will bequesting my most priced possessions to my favourite people. Last, but not the least, I will make it a point to report at least five minutes of News on ESPN, which would make me feel like a successful Journalist.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6171194630531610289?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6171194630531610289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6171194630531610289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6171194630531610289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6171194630531610289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-have-only-one-year-to-live-what-i.html' title='If I have only one year to live, what I will do with my life.'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-8476448475042467741</id><published>2008-11-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:10:29.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>It’s a Wonderful Life. </title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Remember no man is a failure who has friends.” &lt;/i&gt;That being the tagline of the movie, to an extent, reflects our own lives. No one can do without friends. Not me, not you, not George Bailey. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Released in 1947 in black and white, directed by Frank Capra, the movie is based on a book called “The Greatest Gift” by Philip Van Doren Stern. The movie was shot just after the Second World War, starring AFI Lifetime Achievement Award winner, James Stewart and Academy Award winner, Donna Reed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A little bit of fantasy mixed with drama and romance, the movie is a classic. It is set in the story-bound town of Bedford Falls. On Christmas Eve, George Bailey, who manages the Bailey Building &amp;amp; Loan Association, decides to commit suicide because of financial bankruptcy. This stirs the angels in heaven and Clarence (Henry Travers) comes down to the Earth as George Bailey’s Guardian Angel and “saves his life”. He shows George how the world would be without his existence and how he makes a difference to his kith and kin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was not the kind of movie that would make me check the time frequently. In fact, it did not feel like two hours at all. The movie was very entertaining indeed, which is quite contrary to what I expected when I saw the “angels” (asteroids and starts) talking to each other. Donna Reed looks absolutely stunning and James Stewart can wear super high pants and still look smart! Remarkable among all of them was Little George Bailey (Robert J Anderson, who died in June, 2008). I felt he has acted very well. The movie put across a rather strong message but in a very good manner. Anyone can easily relate himself to the movie. The movie is flawless and will certainly awaken your emotions. The aftermath of the movie is the best part! It leaves you all optimistic and gives you that nothing-can-go-wrong feeling. It is the sort of movie, which you are speechless about! It makes you think “Oh! It’s a Wonderful Life!” I would give it a nine on ten. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-8476448475042467741?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/8476448475042467741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=8476448475042467741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8476448475042467741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/8476448475042467741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It’s a Wonderful Life. '/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6650372695842016931</id><published>2008-11-24T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:40:27.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>17 going on 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;December is around the corner, which means my birthday is around the corner. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m turning eighteen this year. I remembered all my other birthdays. 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, blah, I don’t remember. :P &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Although, I remember, that on my 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, when I was in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; std, I was highly discontented. My stupidity of course! I cried twice that day. Once in school- I had somehow managed to drink a whole lot of ink from some low quality gel pen. My lips, my tongue and my teeth were blue. I looked so bizarre, especially with that shiny red and golden dress. Ugh! I looked like a peculiar red and golden snake with a blue tongue. I wished I could disown myself. Later, I cried at home because my friends wanted to dance (usually part of every party, now turned into paper dance) in Pranjali’s house. Obviously I couldn’t go because my relatives were in my house. Foolish me, I threw a tantrum and started crying. That, I can say, was my worst birthday. My 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthdays were normal kiddie parties, with cutting-the-cake ceremonies and passing the parcel and all that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday was sort of exciting because it was the first time I treated people of my own age. :P Bowling, McDonald’s, again, quite normal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was nice, I loved the surprise that night. I so didn’t expect it! Hell! Supriya was in the bathroom right next to my room while talking to me over the phone, whereas Sunayana and Sunetra were decorating downstairs. One Blueberry Cheesecake and one Rich Chocolate Cake will make anyone happy! :) Thanks you guys! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, on my 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, when I’m turning into an adult, I want to do something BIG. Something that will have a big impact on me, something that will make me feel like a big girl! So, I was thinking maybe, losing my virginity. How about that?? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok ok I’m kidding. I’m kidding big time! I just felt like Robin Scherbatsky’s little sister. Hehe. Anyway, maybe I’ll get a tattoo, or get drunk with my friends. Or maybe I’ll just slap a raging bull on his ass and run! :D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6650372695842016931?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6650372695842016931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6650372695842016931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6650372695842016931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6650372695842016931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-going-on-18.html' title='17 going on 18'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-4903287549931735547</id><published>2008-11-16T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:42:44.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>My first movie review :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/02/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I just returned from the theatre after watching &lt;i&gt;Dostana&lt;/i&gt;. I’m listening to &lt;i&gt;Jaane Kyon&lt;/i&gt; from the movie at present. Until I watched the movie, I disliked the song. Now, I love the song, although I’ll get bored of it by tonight. Weird. The movie is hilarious through out, especially the first half. It got me cracking. I have not laughed so much in a theatre as far as I can remember. Abhishek is super funny. In fact, I think he has acted well. Maybe acting gay is his cup of tea. Except for his selection of clothes, he is excellent. As for John, it’s all about his good looks and ability to woo girls. Not much acting from his side, except when Neha’s (Priyanka Chopra) boss visits them. He “acts like a girl, but thinks like a man”. That part was uproarious. Abhishek and John make a great pair on screen! Priyanka Chopra looks dazzling all through. She wears very pretty clothes and carries herself well. A few scenes may lead you to reminiscences of &lt;i&gt;Fashion&lt;/i&gt;; the homosexuality, the fashion shows and Priyanka’s hair do-which never seems to change. On Bobby Deol, I have no comments. Watch out for Neha’s aunt. Although appalling, she is ludicrous. The movie is filled with a whole lot of perverted jokes. I felt a little awkward because I was sitting next to twelve year old, who, I assume, did not understand quite a few parts of the movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;The plot is an archetype of any Karan Johar movie. Three guys fall in love with one female and the obvious guy manages to be the victor. The story is very predictable. Nevertheless, the movie is super fun. All in all, Abhishek, John and Priyanka form a great trio and the movie is definitely worth watching at least once. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-4903287549931735547?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/4903287549931735547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=4903287549931735547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4903287549931735547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/4903287549931735547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-movie-review.html' title='My first movie review :)'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-6217028581660181513</id><published>2008-11-11T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:09:40.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>You’re so vain, Cristiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/03/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Portuguese footballer Cristiano Ronaldo has been revealed as a vain person by his ex-girlfriend Nereida Gallardo. Gallardo, 24, who had been dumped by Ronaldo by means of a text message after eight months, revealed that the Man U ace has an extreme beauty regime with which to keep his body hair-free. “He likes his body to be smooth all over and would even use hair-removal cream. He would also use tubs of moisturiser, coating every part of his body, at least twice a day,” News of the World quoted Gallardo as saying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;She also said that she had found out earlier on in their relationship that the only love in Ronaldo’s life is himself. “His house is full of mirrors so he’s walking around and glancing at himself,” she revealed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Besides preening, the 23-year-old winger also liked to scrawl his initials and the number seven all over the place, even on doors, coffee tables, and mirrors, and even looking at himself and playing with his hair. “He has curly hair and liked me to use my straighteners to do it for him,” she said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;The one thing that is still making Gallardo fume about is the way that Ronaldo broke off with her. “He is a coward who couldn’t end it face-to-face,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;Source: Times of India&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Heh. Talk about being a self-obsessed, gay, show-offy, gutless wimp. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Yes, you are a good footballer, but not the best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;You can call him a nice guy if you want to but I am calling a spade a spade; that guy is a scum bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Go fly your own kite Ronaldo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-6217028581660181513?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/6217028581660181513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=6217028581660181513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6217028581660181513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/6217028581660181513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-so-vain-christiano.html' title='You’re so vain, Cristiano.'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7661374637544077801</id><published>2008-09-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:48:42.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life just got better!</title><content type='html'>Last night’s results: &lt;br /&gt;Manchester United-Liverpool: 1-2 (Included an own-goal by Brown. Heh!) &lt;br /&gt;Arsenal-Blackburn: 4-0(Included amazing foot-work by Theo, my baby! :P)&lt;br /&gt;Mount Carmel College-St. Joseph’s Commerce College: 2-0&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7661374637544077801?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7661374637544077801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7661374637544077801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7661374637544077801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7661374637544077801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-just-got-better.html' title='Life just got better!'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-2195953065851465018</id><published>2008-09-11T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:15:23.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HappYness'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;It has been an exceptionally amazing day for me!&lt;br /&gt;I went for football after a looong break, played for 3 hours, didn't attend classes, came back home, played my guitar till lunchtime and went online. I spoke to Pooja for almost two hours over the phone. Immediately after i hung up, i caught her online and we spoke online for about two hours again. Then we decided to meet for Benne Dosey and so we did, within 15 minutes. Later while walking back we went to a haunted house. We didn't realise the house was inhabited and we kept commenting loudly standing right outside the gate. While peeping inside, little did we know that a guy was taking a leak just beside the gate! Haha! How embarrassed he would've been even though we didn't see him peeing. We saw him only after he was done! (Thank God!)&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Hrishi called from Emirates!!!!!!! Wooohooooooo!! :-) :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so honoured to have received a call from Gunners' home. :-) (I'm also very jealous at the same time! Hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;Life can't get any better..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Hrishi, Thanks a million billion zillion for the call. It made my day! :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been flying, jumping, screaming, running around, laughing, smiling, singing, and kicking my football around- all at the same time! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so high! Omg! I just can't stop smiling! Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;He actually went to the bench, the changing rooms, probably even their restrooms! So Fucking Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;He is actually where the Gunners will be in a few days! Aaaaahh! Superb!&lt;br /&gt;He Rules! The Gunners Rule! I Rule! You Rule! :D&lt;br /&gt;So long.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-2195953065851465018?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/2195953065851465018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=2195953065851465018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2195953065851465018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2195953065851465018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful! :)'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-5666221571841804099</id><published>2008-09-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:50:57.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Is Life Beautiful??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;My life is a game and staying away from people who actually mean something to me earns me so many points that I can win anything I want! I guess this is what I have to say to myself to move on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pissing off really! All my people are leaving or have left to some place out of Bangalore! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su- Pune, Navu- Mysore, Hrishi- UK, Pratty- US, Sunne- UK, Swetha- UK, Doddi- UK, Sahana- US, Strum- Chikmangalore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell! Absolutely none of my first cousins are in Bloody Bangalore!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned into some kind of a loner now. Uttara keeps to herself most of the times or she is with her other friends. Sup is quite busy with her college. I hardly get to meet her. I guess I’ve only been with Pooja lately. Yeah it’s fun meeting her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life has been a big bore! Going to college is pretty boring too. I haven’t had football practice for three weeks now. Sigh..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I just bid goodbye to Hrishi, who will leave to London in approximately 5 hours. I stayed at his place for 3 days. It was horrible to part. While I was trying to act all normal n all Sanjana came to me, held my shirt tight and said “Pyees hogbeda”! Fuck! You have no clue how hard it is to refrain from crying when someone says something like that and actually means it! She tugged on my shirt twice, thrice and said “Pyees hogbeda”. I saw her cute little eyes shining with tears. That one little touch brought tears in my eyes too! The innocence, the fact that she actually meant it, I thought I was going to break down then and there. But, I don’t have the courage (or whatever it takes) to cry in front of a lot of people. I sat in my car and started listening to music. Ah! To brighten things up My Immortal started playing. I wept like shit! I thought of Simba, Su, Sanjana and everyone who isn’t with me and cried. At the same time I was trying to hide my face from the rest of them. Now I think “Wtf!” because I’m letting all of you know that I cried! :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bah, I just want it to be over so I can go back to being miserable about people rather than miserable about the lack of&lt;br /&gt;people. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;PS: Sorry about this Post. It’s so boring and filled with bullshit. If I had read it in someone else’s blog, I would’ve thought “Heh! Get a Life Loser!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I feel a lot better after writing this..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-5666221571841804099?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/5666221571841804099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=5666221571841804099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5666221571841804099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5666221571841804099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-life-beautiful.html' title='Is Life Beautiful??'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-2580066198080667690</id><published>2008-07-18T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:30:42.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The damn intruder; Ever so freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That night I slept, ever so excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Just the previous night I had gone to bed in tears because my dad had ditched me once more and I was really frustrated. He had refused to buy a bike for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The next day though, turned out to be great. I don’t know who convinced him, my gramma, mum, Su or Simba but he agreed to go and book a bike in the evening. Ever so happy I was. I had a test in college the next day. I studied sincerely and finished studying by the time he came back from office. Mom agreed to come back home by herself. So Dad and I left to the showroom and booked the bike, a black Scooty pep+. It’s weird really, one time you are so pissed off with them (dad and mum) that you never want to talk to them again, and the next minute, they are greater than you can comprehend. I came back home, ever so excited. I didn’t really tell anyone about the bike. I would tell them after the bike was delivered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;I was trying to get my mind off the bike to revise what I had studied, when there was a power cut. Suddenly I had all the concentration in the world and I was studying with the light of the emergency light. It was then that I realized I hadn’t seen my mum from about an hour. I called out to her. My gramma answered instead. She said my mum was doing Yoga upstairs. So I continued to study in the dark until my mum came down. She claimed that she had heard someone breathing loudly right beside her while she was doing Yoga. I joked that she mistook her own breathing for someone else’s. (Okay we do crack stupid jokes at home.) But she sounded like she meant it. I started yelling loudly that cops were coming and I warned “the intruder” to shoo off. None of us were really serious. We just laughed about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;After dinner I lay in bed, reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I read until two cardinals were brutally murdered. It’s supposed to be extremely gross, but I just laughed when I read it. I shut my book and turned on my iPod. For some reason, I felt a slight tinge of fear. I remembered all these movies when someone is really happy and suddenly he is attacked or something terrible happens to him. I ignored my thoughts and increased the volume on my iPod and fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-right: 11.25pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Later that night, I lay wide-awake on my bed, feeling adrenaline rushing up through my body. I had heard a noise outside the room. I couldn’t recognize what it was. Then I heard it again! Someone was tampering with the latch on my door. I wondered why because the door was wide open. I was turning away from the door, my pulse rate ever so high. I heard the jeans I had hung on my cupboard move. My cupboard door creaked and I almost yelped! I didn’t have the guts to turn around and see who it was. It could’ve easily been the wind, but it was hardly a windy night. My imagination went wild. I pictured a thief stabbing me with a knife or puncturing my lungs (Why? Thanks to Angels and Demons; How? I have no clue) or shooting me or even poking my eye. (Lol) I lay there, so helpless. I tried to yell but I had lost my voice. Someone was now fiddling with the curtain rod and then a deodorant bottle fell down making a terrible clatter. It didn’t seem to bother the intruder. Now I was positive there was a thief in my room. I slowly rummaged on my bed for my iPod, my most priced possession. I value it more then I value myself. I found it at the edge of my bed and I slowly pulled it under my pillow, hoping a dagger doesn’t pierce my hand. The intruder was right above my head. I jerked my head like I would’ve done in my sleep and opened my eyes ever so slowly. I saw the belts hanging on the curtain rod swinging. I was so terrified; I could’ve peed in my pants! But I didn’t. That just shows how brave I was. :P I looked at my table. Everything was a mess. I thought to my self “If I was scared the time in Wayanad when I was falling off the cliff, I can’t fathom how scared I am now!” It was the first time in my life I ‘heard’ my own heart beats. I have ‘felt’ it before, but now I could actually ‘hear’ it! I was scared to death!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed like the thief had also heard my heart beating ever so loudly! Suddenly all the noise stopped. It was as if nothing had just happened. Not to me though. I looked for my phone. I gathered all my guts and turned on the torch in my phone. I focused the light on all the nooks and corners of my room but saw no one. I focused under my bed. Nothing. I decided to go back to sleep and pretend nothing had happened and I was dreaming. Damnit! I just couldn’t. I got off my bed, quickly took my iPod and my phone and ran ever so fast to my gramma’s room and jumped on the bed. I saw that it was 3:15 am. I lay awake till 4:00 am. I just couldn’t get myself to sleep. I turned on my iPod and listened to Watch Over You and wondered if someone was watching over me from my room. I closed my eyes tight. I fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Whatever was that? A thief? A rat? Or a ghost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-2580066198080667690?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/2580066198080667690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=2580066198080667690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2580066198080667690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/2580066198080667690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-intruder-ever-so-freaky_18.html' title='The damn intruder; Ever so freaky'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7936549536849564133</id><published>2008-07-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:25:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: May 19th, 2008</title><content type='html'>“Chirp chirp chirp”. It’s amazing how such a small insect can make such immense noise! At first we didn’t know what was causing the racket. We though they were crickets. It is after I went to Kudremukh that I got to know what it was. But I still don’t know the name of the insect. :P We woke up to the sounds of the forest and the flow of water. I was the first one to peep out of the tent. There was a faint mist hanging all around us. The car was covered with mist as well. So was our tent. Money (Refer prev. post) was nowhere around. I walked straight up to the river and watched a man bathing his cattle. Seemed like they were enjoying it. The cow’s name was Amba. :P After a little chat with the man and dirtying Hrishi’s floaters I went back to the tent. Navu and Sanju were off to fetch us some breakfast. Su and Hrishi were still sleeping. I tried waking them up. A vain effort really. So I brushed and washed my face and went back to the river. Navu and Sanju returned quite quickly with “Gerala Barodaz” (Kerala Parotas). :P It was pretty tasty. For once, something I ate didn’t have coconut oil in it! Phew! It was time to start packing as we were to visit Edakkal Caves and then return to Bangalore that day. We removed the tent. Rather Navu and Sanju removed the tent and Hrishi helped. Su cleared up the mess in the car and I supervised everything. :P We found Money, bid goodbye to him and pushed off to Edakkal Caves. &lt;br /&gt; 12 kms from Sulthan Bathery, 3 caves are located at a height of 1000 mts on Ambukuthi mala near Ambalavayal. The caves can be accessed only by a 1Km trekking trail from Edakkal. We were asked to stop the car at the very bottom of the hill. Hrishi parked the car and killed the engine. The 1 km trek would have been absolutely tiring and exhausting if not for the jeep ride. I had never gone in a jeep before. After going in this one, I realised this would be the craziest jeep trip in my life. He was riding at what seemed like 80kmph. The path was very narrow and only one jeep would fit. So if another jeep interfered, we would all be goners, because the road was so curvy, we’d never know what is ahead of us and we wouldn’t have time to slow down. But then the jeep people had it all planned out. There were only two jeeps and neither would drive when the other one did. So we zipped and zoomed along the curves for a minute and Wow! We were already there! The place was pretty crowded. We were supposed to buy tickets to get into the cave. Sanju was so totally freaked out to enter the caves. He had Claustrophobia. He had had bad experiences before. But a stranger who had just come out of the cave convinced him that there are no such areas inside and that he could go without fear of losing breath. (But trust me, the stranger, while talking looked like he’d pass out then and there!) &lt;br /&gt; The cave was not at all what I expected it to be. It was Huge, with sunlight pouring in from everywhere. A Geologist would’ve thoroughly enjoyed this. There were inscriptions all over the rocks. It looked beautiful. There were huge boulders all around us. There was one right above my head, which didn’t really have support from below. It took support from the rocks on either side of me and it looked like it would plunge down on me any minute. It was uncanny. As far as Hrishi could remember, this was not how it was. He claimed that there was a really tall mountain, which we’d have to trek. There seemed to be nothing like that. After killing a little more time clicking pictures we left. We saw a small door in the side. Not many people were there. We went out and now we knew what Hrishi was talking about. A 1000 mt high mountain stretched upwards before our eyes. Holy cow! That was a long way up! Navu was exhausted after the previous day’s trek and refused to come further. The rest of us moved on. There wasn’t any path. Only rocks. We followed the few people that we could see and reached a small landing from where we had to hang on to a rope and climb up. Hrishi went up first. He made it look easy. Su went next. She was wearing her Adidas floaters, which have absolutely no grip. She climbed up the ladder and held the rope. I had faith in her. I thought it would be a piece of cake for her because she was the “Goddess of treks” or something. She had gone for so many treks before this and done scarier stuff. But no. She freaked out big time! She refused to take another step. Poor female. I’m glad she didn’t come along, considering what was in store for us. She wouldn’t stand a chance with those floaters. With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, I went up next. I climbed each rung of the ladder slowly. Now all I had to do was get a tight grip on the rope and the ground and walk swiftly upwards. I reached up in a jiffy. Sanju followed me. He climbed with ease. We left Su behind who joined Navu. Two down, three more to go. :P &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the three of us could actually reach the peak. The path was super crazy! At a few places it was at an inclination of about 85 degrees. I’m NOT exaggerating! It was rock climbing with no safety. Hrishi led the way of course, Sanju followed and then I did. Both of them were awesome. What the heck! I was awesome too. :P &lt;br /&gt;We found depressions of about an inch or so in the mountain. Meticulously, we dug our hands and feet into them and climbed up slowly. I was wearing my shades on my head. Hrishi cautioned me that I shouldn’t panic if my shades fell off my head. He said that wasn’t an emergency. Lol. I completely understood. I couldn’t afford to dive for my shades when my freaking life was at stake. Helping each other, (Rather them helping me) we went up. At places the climb was slippery, and seemed unending. All the time I was wondering how we’d go back down. As I already said, the chances of slipping off are much higher while climbing down. Surprisingly, within 20 minutes we reached the peak. I climbed the last bit and stepped up. &lt;br /&gt; Wow! It was a breath-taking view! We could apparently see the borders of Karnataka, Tamil Nadu and Kerala. It was spectacular! Seriously, the trek was worth it. We sat there for sometime enjoying the wind in our hair. :P We were there for hardly ten minutes. We started our ever-awaited downward trek. I swear on God I have never done anything scarier! I had to sit on each damned rock and climb down. Hrishi and Sanju are both 6 feet and 4 inches (or more) tall. They could with very little difficulty reach the ground when they sat down. I, a foot shorter, was struggling to get down. I had to sort of jump down instead of just sitting and getting down. Worst part is, even when you jump, there is no flat land to get a grip on. There was this one part where the ground was at an inclination of 70 degrees. It was probably 5 metres long. I wasn’t wearing jeans, so even when I sat my butt didn’t have proper grip. Lol. There were very tiny cavities where I could hardly put my fingers. I started downwards and suddenly lost grip. My heart skipped a beat! I panicked! I screeched! I screamed for my mommy! I was continuously slipping for three or four seconds. I was scared to death! Damn those shorts! Hrishi said to calm down and carried me and helped me down. My legs felt like jelly. I had never ever been so scared in my life except maybe when I had to undergo a Root canal treatment, which the dentist did without anesthetizing me. Ughhh! Hate her! Anyway, back to the trek. I was so shaken for like ten minutes and then the shock turned into excitement. The rest of the trek seemed pretty easy after that stretch. We reached down faster than we went up. We met Su and Navu down and I narrated my exciting story of almost falling off the cliff. :P Half laughing and half-shocked they listened as we waited for our jeep. There was a lassi shop there where we could wash up n all. Buttermilk had never tasted better. I drank 3 glasses of that and the others did too. Our jeep arrived and we went back to our car. &lt;br /&gt; Sun burnt, exhausted and drained of energy we finally left to Bangalore. It was around 12 I guess. We drove for quite some time until we reached Muthanga. Navu insisted we go on a Safari and apparently this was the perfect time to go for one. We parked a little off the highway and went in for the Safari. We took the same old Fanta bottle from our car and got into the Safari jeep. A man was clinging onto the car at the back like a monkey. He was the one who’d spot the animals and let us know. Within 5 minutes we spotted an elephant. No. Wait. Oh yeah! An elephant’s tail  is what we spotted. Right. And then Sanju realised he had left my shades in the office where he booked the jeep. Immediately he called the office and asked them to keep it safe. Fortunately the driver’s phone had network even in the middle of the forest. No water, no animals but yes network! All hail whichever sim card he had. Honestly speaking, I got bored during the Safari. All we saw were a herd of elephants and also a few spotted deer, not from up close and we gained some little information about the animals. I remember the driver saying an elephant could run at 60kmph. That’s all. Sanju fell asleep. :P Hehe. Noticing that we were bored the driver took us to a small stream where animals usually came to quench their thirst. The water was so cool and nice. Navu was so happy she ran to the water and got a head massage by putting her head under the little waterfall. Hehe. I followed and saw a few water-skaters. I had never seen these insects before. They’re called Gerridae and rely on surface tension to walk on water. They were pretty cool. We decided to bring our car back here and stay here for a while. We went and got our car and stopped at the same Fanta shop and Sanju got some food packed for us. We went to the stream and to our disappointment saw a million cheap looking men in the water picking up stones for some Godforsaken reason. We ate and decided to not get into the water. We spent sometime there playing with the sand. By now we were all sleepy and tired and cranky I guess. Little did we know that all the sleep would be gone in less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt; All was silent and calm. Staring at all the greenery I sat in the car waiting to get home and sleep. It had been an exhilarating day so far. Hrishi was behind the wheels now. Realising that he was slowing down, I took my eyes off the trees and looked ahead. There was a Maruthi 800 in front of us coming from the other direction. They stopped. They seemed to have found something intriguing on their left, inside the forest. Curiously I raised my head but didn’t see anything. As Hrishi went further, I realised that there was a whole herd of elephants right there! They were hardly 4 or 5 meters from the 800. Were they crazy? Why were they standing so close to the elephants?! And it’s not like they were watching silently. There were stupid kids in the car that couldn’t shut their yap! (Ugh! Kids!) Someone probably made a gesture asking them to move away. Unfortunately, “Someone” turned out to be the elephants themselves! To my horror, all of them rushed to the road and stood like an Army ready to attack. Come to think of it now, they were standing exactly like the Indian guys in the movie Lagaan. There were 6 or 7. All full grown. One among them was a tusker. There also was a baby elephant. I remembered how protective elephants were about their little ones. Immediately I had a flash back. The Safari driver had told us that in the recent past, an elephant had rammed into a jeep and made the jeep go flying in the air or something. Fortunately, no one was hurt. I could feel my pulse rate rising. Nobody had realised that there was a Tavera right behind us and just behind that, a truck. Sanju slowly, noiselessly, took out his camera to click some pictures. But before he could, the tusker dangerously banged its front leg on the road. Next minute it was charging right at us! Bloody hell! Hrishi reversed the car and almost hit the Tavera. We had Navu screaming her lungs out. “HRISHI! DO SOMETHING!” That’s precisely what she said. We all were terrified. I was laughing my head off. Navu and Su had frantic grins on their faces. Sanju, who had forgotten about the camera, which was still in his hand, had all eyes on the elephants. Hrishi was busy trying to save our bloody lives! He took a quick U-turn but the 800 was still standing there. The elephants went berserk. There was utter chaos. The 800 finally moved and we moved forward too. Can you believe our luck?! After the 800 went forward, there was a truck on our side of the road coming from the opposite direction. He quickly moved away. The Tavera also had taken a U-turn. We moved around 100 mts away and stopped. All of us sat quietly for a while. We looked at each other and burst out laughing! We laughed for quite sometime. We were flabbergasted. We were speechless. We just got attacked by elephants! After about five minutes a truck guy said it was pretty safe to go. We took yet another U-turn and zoomed faster than anything. We saw the mother elephant standing facing the road as if about to attack. Freaked us out further. We zoomed faster. After a while we all settled down, each of us replaying the scenario in our minds. One of us spotted a wild Bison. It looked really smart. It literally posed for the camera and then we were off again. &lt;br /&gt; There were no more events to drive us over the wall while going to Mysore. When we reached Mysore it was around 7 I think. Sanju had a headache by now. We went to TNT (Tunes N’ Tonics or the other way round. I don’t remember). We sat down and enjoyed the music playing there. “My dream is to fly! Over a rainbow so high!” Su and Hrishi had something that made Bud Wiser. Navu had a mock tail. Poor me! I’m a minor. I wasn’t even allowed to touch anything. :( :P When we walked out of there, we were all in high spirits. At least I was. Even though I didn’t touch anything. :P We went to a place for dinner. ‘Bombay chaat’ or something. I swear I don’t remember much that happened there. I was all dizzy and all I remember is that everyone was calling me “driver” and I got a couple of calls. And then we were home. The rest of them watched the movie “Office Space” I think. I was fast asleep. It was one of the craziest, most exciting day of my life. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special thanks to Navu, Sanju, Hrishi and Su for making the trip so awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok I’m acting like I’ve won a lifetime achievement award. :P Never mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-7936549536849564133?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7936549536849564133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7936549536849564133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7936549536849564133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7936549536849564133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-4-may-19th-2008.html' title='Day 4: May 19th, 2008'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-7068162632388243126</id><published>2008-05-29T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:52:47.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hotel Keralafornia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;On the road to Trivandrum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Coconut oil in my hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Warm smell of avial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Rising up through the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Up ahead in the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I saw a bright pink tube-light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I had to stop for a bite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;There he stood in the doorway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Flicked his mundu in style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And I was thinking to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I don't like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;the look of his sinister smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Then he lit up a petromax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Muttering "No power today" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;More Mallus down the corridor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I thought I heard them say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fornia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Such a lousy place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Such a lousy place (background) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&amp;amp;! nbsp; Such a sad disgrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fornia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Any time of year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Any time of year (background) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;It's infested here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;It's infested here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;His finger's stuck up his nostril &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;He's got a big, thick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;mustache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;He makes an ugly, ugly noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;But that's just his laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Buxom girls clad in pavada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Eating banana chips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Some roll their eyes, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Some roll their hips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I said to the manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;My room's full of mice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Don't worry, saar,I sending you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;meen karri, brandy and ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And still those voices were crying from far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Wake you up in the middle of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Just to hear them pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fornia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Such a lousy place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Such a lousy place (background) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Such a sad disgrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Trying to live at the Ho! tel Kerala-fornia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;It is no surprise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;It is no surprise (background) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;That it swarms with flies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The blind man was pouring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Stale sambar on rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;We are all just actors here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;In Silk Smitha-disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And in the dining chamber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;We gathered for the feast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;We stab it with our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;steely knives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;But we just can't cut that beef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Last thing I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I was writhing on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I am sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Relax, said the watchman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;This enema will make y! ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And his friends laughed as they held me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;God's Own Country? Oh, Hell! * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The above is the parody version of the famous song 'Hotel California' by Eagles....&lt;span style="color: darkblue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The song has been sung in a mallu accent using the above lyrics and its damn funny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;you sure will ROTFL...&lt;br /&gt;&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/4200345680604003679-7068162632388243126?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/7068162632388243126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=7068162632388243126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7068162632388243126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/7068162632388243126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hotel-keralafornia.html' title='Hotel Keralafornia'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-1996613325720321995</id><published>2008-05-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:43:04.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Day 3 : May 18th, 2008</title><content type='html'>“SWAAAATHIII!!!! Wake up!!! We got garlic bread with cheese and an Exotica with extra Jalapeño toppings on it!!”. If, they had said that, I guess I would’ve woken up! But no. It was “Swaathhiiii!! Wake up! We’ll get late and we’ll never be able to camp! You have to have a bath immediately and a quick one! (That’s the last thing someone should say to wake me up. I hate baths. Especially short ones.)” I wish I knew how to drive, because Hrishi got to sleep for longer simply because he was supposed to drive. Anyway, I reluctantly got up, brushed, had a quick bath, had tea and sat next to Sanju watching TV, until everyone got ready. We went to “New Hotel” for breakfast. We needed enough Shakthi to last the trek. The hotel was just down the road. It seemed like our home-stay was in the center of the town. But maybe it was because Kalpetta was such a small town. It is probably as big as Malleshwaram. New Hotel had pakka Kerala food. We saw weird looking idlis and a strange noodles-like item. There was also the normal vada, dosa and all that. First thing Hrishi ordered was “Soodu Vezam”, that was actually hot, pink water! It looked really nice. :P And then Sanju ordered for the one and only “Puttu”. Haha. That’s actually what it’s called. The waiter brought 5 pieces of the idly kind of thing and served us one apiece. It had a lot of coconut sprinkled on it. Sanju asked for Coconut milk as a side dish. The guy brought a whole bowl of grated coconut and placed it on the table. Haha. Poor chap! Given a chance, I think Keralites will eat raw coconut with all meals! The guy brought coconut milk, which was a side dish for everything, the Puttu, the appam, the nool Puttu (the noodles-like thing). It all tasted pretty decent. Sanju fell in love with the Puttu. He literally went crazy!! Kept saying “Puttu rocks” and kept talking to his Puttu. It was too funny. After paying the bill, we got our arses out of that place and started towards Chembra peak. &lt;br /&gt;At 2100 mts above mean sea level, Chembra is the highest peak in Wayanad and is ideal for trekking. It’s a 6 km long trek and apparently, the view from atop the mountain is exhilarating. I’m saying “apparently” because we couldn’t reach the peak. It was very tiring and hot. We had to drive till a point by car and then move on foot. There was some Malayalam movie-shooting going on there. We walked for like 5 minutes along the path and Hrishi got bored. He looked towards his left and said that was the way and claimed that he had taken the same route when he had come here previously. There was an overgrowth of grass and I don’t know if it was because I didn’t have my glasses, but I could see absolutely no path there. We followed Hrishi, uncertain of what was in store for us. It was completely erratic. We didn’t know where we were going. All we knew was that as long as we’re going upwards, we’re going in the right direction. The ground was slippery. I was told to hold on to the roots of the grass and that I could completely rely on them. So we all went up, grabbing onto all the blades of grass we could. By the time we reached a small landing, all of us had deep cuts on our fingers. Yes, when I say blades of grass, I mean it. They mercilessly cut into you. I guess I have very sensitive skin because my hand had so many scratches and fresh cuts; it looked like the aftermath of a catfight. After a short water break, we looked upwards. There was no more grass. There were huge trees that cut off the light before it could reach the ground. This time, Sanju led the way. He had a sharp blade in his hand to cut the branches that came in our way. The trees were really tall and the atmosphere there reminded me of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I was a hoping to see a snake. But I was unlucky. All I saw was a dead earthworm. :-/ We rested for some time in the forest. Silence was pressing into my ears. But then the crickets were chirping away and there were other insect noises coming out of nowhere. It was nice sitting there and listening to the sounds of the forest. Peace, finally. We thanked Hrishi for taking us in the wrong path because the correct one seemed really boring. We left again, this time we had to walk through tea plantations. There are billions of acres of tea plantation in Kerala. Kannan Devan tea is manufactured there. The estates look heavenly! While walking through these estates, we finally heard human voices and were so happy that we were moving in the right direction. That boosted up our energy and we tried finding the path faster. Hrishi kept talking about this heart-shaped lake, which we would reach when we were half way through. We made it quite quickly to the actual path. As we walked we came across a piece of land that looked like it had water, but had dried up because of the heat and Hrishi said that was the heart-shaped lake. Disappointed of not having been able to see the lake, we moved on and stopped at a spot for pictures. The scenery was spectacular. While we were at it, some Malyali dudes called out to us from 15 ft above and said that they found the lake. I ran towards the lake, closely followed by the rest of them, glad that I would be able to dip my feet, which were baking in my shoes. The lake was not even close to a heart-shape. I don’t really know how it got the name. But it sure was amazing! The peak was around 50 mts higher. Since we were all tired we decided to end it at the lake and go back down. We sat down on the rocks by the lake. Navu was having trouble with her extremely long toenails, which Sanju had to cut off using his “multi-purpose super blade”. Hehe. Su made some bread–jam sandwiches for us. FYI, Bread-jam-kurkure is an awesome combo. And then everyone made fun of the way I say “kurkure”. Seriously! I say it as normally as everyone else does! My name through out the trip was “Dumb Blonde”. X-( Again, %#^&amp;amp;** Hrishi! All of us mimicked the NRI’s we knew and had a good laugh. One of the Malyali dudes, whose name I figured out was Kanta (Haha), kept making uncanny sounds to contact his friend who was at the peak. They communicated weirdly. A bunch of boys came running down the hill and had a dip in the lake. They left along with us. I must say, Keralites are pretty damn friendly. The boys ran down pretty fast and screamed out to us if they had to wait for us and if we needed their help. We said “no” and they left. We started trekking downwards, this time I led everyone. :D Going down was slower than the other way round. The probability of falling off is greater, especially if you don’t have shoes with proper grip. Slowly, sitting down at all places required, I went, followed by Su, Hrishi, Sanju and Navu. We came across a peculiar person who I thought was dumb, in the sense, he couldn’t talk. He said something about his manager climbing up the hill and made Hrishi touch his heart(which he thought was in the right side :P). He also did some dance moves and left me wondering what kinds of maniacs exist. Navu had swalpa fear of heights. So she took her own time and Sanju and Hrishi came down with her. Su and I found ourselves down in a jiffy and we waited for the rest of them. After we were all together again, we started towards our car. We drank water from a tank, which we found on the way. God knows how old it was, but it tasted really good. With Sanju driving, we reached the bottom of the cliff and back at the home-stay. We had to pack up quickly as we were to camp by the riverside that night. We left ASAP. Pavithran sent a guy called Mani (the Dude!) with us just in case we needed help.&lt;br /&gt;Kuruva Island was the place where we were to camp. Every time I think about it, “Kyeruva Island” comes into my mind. Damn that was so funny! It was around 40kms from Kalpetta and we didn’t know the directions. Sanju had completely lost it. He tried to make people think he was a Keralite and asked everyone directions by imitating the Malyalis. “Kyeruva Island?” he said. He got super jacked by one guy who corrected him and said “Kuruva Island”. Haha. Sanju’s crazy act and our “Hotel Keralafornia” song left the horrible, bumpy, mud-roads unnoticed. We met Mani who was the only one we knew in Kerala so far who could speak Kannada. He actually knew every single person in the town. He led the way to the island on a bike on which two people were already seated. We liked to call this guy “Money” rather than “Mani”. He showed us a spot were we could install our tent, said he’d return at night and with that, he left. Navu took out the tent, which I thought would fit in only one person, judging by the bag it was in. It was fun putting it up (I didn’t do anything. I shot a video. :P). Navu was a pro at this, so was Sanju. We let them do the work. And when it was done, I was dumbstruck! Holy cow! That was a huge tent. It could fit in 6 of us easily both for standing as well as sleeping, and mind you, Hrishi and Sanju are more than 6 feet tall. We walked around a little, picking up wooden sticks for the campfire. The auburn branches of the bamboo trees around looked beautiful against the blue sky, which in no time turned into shades of pink and orange. The green trees surrounding the river Kabini added to the beauty of the whole place. We were back at our tent in half an hour. Navu cut up onions and other vegetables and gave us tasty boiled egg with salt and pepper, Sanju made maggi with Knorr soup, Hrishi blended the Russian distilled spirits and the liquid made from fermented sugar-cane product. Su and I made egg sandwiches. We hogged quite a lot. Tired, the married couple went to sleep. The three of us packed up everything and waited till Money arrived. After what seemed to me like an hour he came, talking happily over the phone. We assumed he was talking to his hot, girlfriend, who would have coconut oil smeared on her head 24*7. And then I was teased with him, because I said he was hot. Haha. It was getting cold, and the air was filled with mosquitoes and fireflies. They looked really pretty. Hrishi caught one of them, but I didn’t have enough guts to catch one. Hehe. We went inside and left Money and his hot girlfriend to themselves. We played Dumb Charades for sometime, acting out words from Pictionary cards. Soon, we fell asleep, waiting for the next day, which turned out to be one of the best days of my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/swathi.chatrapathy/Wayanad"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-1996613325720321995?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/1996613325720321995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=1996613325720321995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1996613325720321995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1996613325720321995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-3-may-18th-2008.html' title='Day 3 : May 18th, 2008'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-5869603032001156298</id><published>2008-05-22T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:05:06.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Day 2: May 17th, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Trrriiiinnggggg!!!! (6 am) Snooze. Trrriiinnggggg!! (7 am) Snooze. Trrrriiinnggg!! (7:30 am) Snooze. Trrriiinnnnggggg!!! (8 am) Argh!!! I hate alarms! They’re so pissing off! I got up and found everyone out of bed. We were supposed to leave to Wayanad early in the morning. We found ourselves rushing to get all the work done and seeing this, Sanju made a declaration – “It is OUR trip and we will do what we WANT to do WHENEVER we want to do it! Time doesn’t matter!” Gee. That did reduce the tension a little. We had breakfast at a place called Mahesh Prasad as Su unintentionally cracked some perverted jokes while giving a speech on “How to clean your ear”. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We left leisurely at around 10 am to Wayanad, which is around 150 kms from Mysore. It is one of the loveliest hill stations of Kerala, nestled among the mountains of Western Ghats. We drove for the better part of the day with music playing on my iPod. Sanju made a statement that this trip was going to be a “purely high spirited” one. (Which it was) Hehe. We had to pass through Muthanga wild life sanctuary. En route I spotted a leash of foxes. They were hardly 15 ft away. They resembled wild dogs actually, but Navu, the animal lover, confirmed that they were foxes. After a silent photo session, we left the cunning animals to themselves and moved on. Not far from there, we found a parcel of spotted deer. Su and I had a vivid recollection of our father singing a Kannada song called “Nee jinkey mari naa?”. Haha. Personally, I felt the deer looked pretty ugly, but the fawn looked cute. The deer freaked out when they saw us and sped into the bushes. Again, we moved on. We stopped at this small, battered shop where Sanju bought a 2-litre bottle of Fanta, which tasted pretty awful. He insisted on having lunch at that place but the rest of us refused. Some uncle we met suggested a clean, vegetarian restaurant called “Kalpakka” which was situated in Sultan Bathery. Sultan Bathery is a small town on the way to Kalpetta (which was where we were going to stay for the night) from Muthanga. It lies approximately 25 kms from Kalpetta. Sanju was behind the wheels this time. We reached Sultan Bathery and found Hotel Kalpakka with no difficulty. Famished, eager to taste some delicacies of Kerala we entered the restaurant. It was a pretty clean room, had air conditioning and looked decent. (Ah! I remember, I had to pee all along! But the restroom was stinky. &gt;:P ) Anyway, we ordered for three meals and two veg biryanis. While we waited, Sanju kept us entertained by opening and closing the door behind, which made a funny creaky sound, like a hen squawking. He was simply fascinated by the sound. Haha. And then the food arrived, bringing with it a strong aroma of coconut oil. Ughh! Should’ve seen&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that coming. &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt; in Kerala has coconut oil in it! But it didn’t taste as bad as I expected it to be. After having a chapatti with some curry and Kerala’s famous Avial (which I hated) followed by some rice, I was pretty full. As we waited for the bill, we realised how many small cups were there on the table. Holy cow! 11 cups per meal plus 4 with each biriyani! That made it 40+ cups on the table. Hrishi thought out aloud “how many cups could probably be there in the kitchen?”. Haha. We had a good laugh wondering how many could really be there. After a pista flavoured ice cream and choco-bar we left the restaurant and headed towards Kalpetta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Kalpetta is the District Headquarters of Wayanad. Beautiful place, with weird coloured houses. Seriously! Most of the houses were painted with jingbang colours and they all looked newly painted. I felt if you stare at the houses for too long, you’d probably go blind! Now, we were on a mission to find a place for us to stay. We called Pavithran, who is a trek organizer (or that is what I thought he is). But he couldn’t find a place for us. So we went to PPS tourist home for rooms, but they were full. And then we called a female called Fathima, who apparently rented out flats for tourists. She said those were full too. I felt homeless and lost in a city full of people whose language sounded like gibberish to me. We called a guy at PPS who helped us out and told us about a home-stay about 100 mts from PPS. We searched for the place for about 20 minutes. We couldn’t recognize the place even though we went past it about 4 or 5 times. Even the guys in the garage opposite to the home-stay didn’t know of it. Losers! Navu and Hrishi went in to talk to the Malyali kutties who owned the house. All they understood was Rs.2000 and Rs.1500. Hehe. Their language is pretty funny. I would have laughed on their faces if I was in Navu’s or Hrishi’s place. Later Sanju went in with Navu to do the final talk and came out with nothing. :P (No offence intended). It was the same deal. We had to pay them Rs.1500 for a night. After A lot of thinking, we decided to take the place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;“Iqbal Mahal” it was called. It really was a palace. It was a brand new house, with two huge bed rooms, a kitchen, a drawing room and of course a bath room. It also had a back yard, which looked freaky at night. It was around 4 pm and we all freshened up and got ready to break some rules. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;After about an hour’s &lt;i&gt;sinking, swimming, flying &lt;/i&gt;(my first time and Sanju’s too), we went out to buy some groceries. While we were at it, Pavithran called us and gave us the names of a few places we could visit. One among the names was “Lakkidi” which was a viewpoint around 20 kms from Kalpetta. Pavithran said to leave immediately because there was no point in going there after the sun set. So we rushed to the home stay, grabbed the cameras and rushed back into the car and started to Lakkidi. As we went up the ghat section, I could see why the place was the best hill station of Kerala. The view was magnificent! We reached the viewpoint quite quickly and the beauty of nature awed us! Everything was blue. The scene was bloody brilliant! It was picture perfect. I felt it looked like one of the Windows XP wallpapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally time to click pictures and I bet Navu (the professional photographer) was the happiest! Hehe. We admired Mother Nature for about an hour and called it a day. We drove back to our home-stay, tired and strained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sanju made us some Maggi and Egg bhurji (which I ate in spite of having quit eating egg) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blended with pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:P .After burning some unwanted plants and highly spirited conversations, Navu and Sanju hit the sack. I turned on the TV and watched Roadies along with Su and Hrishi. I found a really comfortable sleeping bag. It was so soft and warm. I was fast asleep within minutes. Su and Hrishi stayed awake and stole the sleeping bag from me when they felt it was safe! Grrr!! Idiots!&lt;span style=""&gt;     &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/4200345680604003679-5869603032001156298?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/5869603032001156298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=5869603032001156298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5869603032001156298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/5869603032001156298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2-may-18th-2008.html' title='Day 2: May 17th, 2008'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200345680604003679.post-1196662686715014450</id><published>2008-05-22T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:05:44.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Trip to Wayanad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Day 1: May 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our trip began when we left from Navu’s place to Mysore. It was around 10:00 pm. Surprisingly, we were allowed to leave in spite of the lateness. And so we did. We reached our destination at around 12 am and according to Hrishi, we were “early”. So we decided to go to Chamundi hills. But then, Hrishi suggested we go to this place he had been to before, which was apparently a huge piece of land with a few abandoned houses and a canal. Navu seemed to be dead scared to go there. After lot of contemplation, she reluctantly agreed and we left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We went about two kms away in the opposite direction and took a deviation to the canal. The place was deserted except for a Police jeep. We went in anyway. Omfg! It was the scariest thing I had ever seen! There were around 40-50 unoccupied houses not far from us. It was pitch dark and all I could see is that the houses had metal doors and windows that creaked and banged against the wall in the cold night air. It was a breezy night. Su and Navu refused to get out of the car but Hrishi insisted we go a little further and claimed that there was an interesting board in there. We went in, all of us clinging onto Hrishi. There we saw a board facing a wall so that it’s contents were hidden from view of the passers by. I went forward and read the board. A shiver ran down my spine and immediately I turned around and ran towards the car. The board read &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Al-Huja housing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;;"&gt;Burial Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Damn! Who could possibly take us to a graveyard so late in the night?! *%^^$% Hrishi!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Su wanted the car to be checked for maybe ghosts :P before we sat in. Haha. I gave the houses one last glimpse and got into the car. We sat in silence. I guess none of us could get over the fact that we had just walked into an effing graveyard, except Hrishi of course who seemed to find it quite normal. We reached home and had Sanju waiting outside for us. It was around 1 am. The bed was already made, for us to crash. But we decided to watch a movie instead. We watched a movie called “The man from Earth”. It was an excellent movie about a 14,000-year-old man. Gradually, everyone fell asleep and it was around 3 am when I slept looking forward to the next day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200345680604003679-1196662686715014450?l=doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/feeds/1196662686715014450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4200345680604003679&amp;postID=1196662686715014450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1196662686715014450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200345680604003679/posts/default/1196662686715014450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doofenschmirtz.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-wayanad_22.html' title='Trip to Wayanad'/><author><name>Swat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520653507475939040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REI8AQFkuCw/Sj8Mu0SSZmI/AAAAAAAABSM/Gqy85egRh9I/S220/IMG_2801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
