Have been watching Boston Legal recently. Its been after a pretty long time that I have taken to TV series of any kind. And to my delight I have seemed to like it and in few exemplary episodes seemed to be glued to it.
The Tv series is cocktail of legal cases, well presented arguments, eccentric characters who despite all their paranoia do show up normal human traits at times. But yes for the best part is the humor prone arguments going on, sometimes for a purpose nothing more than bantering and on other times for convincing the juries on a case.
I have watched 2 seasons by now and I am pretty sure if i start garnering the dialogues that i like, would end up making a diary.
But the one that i am going to mention was something that pierced through me and hit me rather than influencing or inspiring me by its shrewdness.
It was probably the last episode of 1st season, where the two of the main characters are showed to be savoring night drinks and and the taste of legal successes they had in the past year.Its the Christmas night where one character(Denny crane in serials) says to other one(Alan Shore)
Merry Christmas my friend. I would want to wish you Happy New year as well, but I am pretty sure next year could not be this happier.
The instant the dialogue was delivered i had a rewind of my year 2010. Wished I should have thanked that year in the same way too. That year started with me, in pretty lows. The early days of cold January gave me rays of new hope. Things strengthened a lot with early summer. I was back in grooves by then. By mid year I was back confident and strong. When the winters of 2010 came they came with a lot of fun, a life time memorable one i got to admit. And the way the year chose to bid good bye, i am sure other years will find a lot of challenge conquering it.
And then I see 2011. 3 quarters of the year are already gone. I am still riding on wave that 2010 created, rather I shall say a permanent high where it left me as a individual and professional.
Wish i had said goodbye 2010 rather than happy new year 2011. But i am a man of hope and cant deny that a quarter of year is still left. Lets see what kind of chocolates are left in the box.
Count is on for the moments that i would really live....
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
random roads thoughts and randomness
Its been a while I posted last and most of the previous blogs have been inspired by and based upon adventure trips or something else based on bikes. Now when I don't have anything to account for today I feel void. It seems there is just nothing to tell about. Again I have another easy route I will take up some pic of mine and start discussing various philosophies that I associate with it. But I don't want to do that either.
Hmmmm...Hmmmmm..Hmmmmm..
Ok yes I had thought of this when I had seen a show on some news channel.
Break break, other topic change first: Today thoughts are flowing in the most pervert way they could. I am not able to take care of my own stuffs i want to tell in an organized way. probably this is a big reason I end up talking something else and my intention of starting the discussion with someone is almost of another world. Things are almost weird when I have a talk talk talk talkative person on other side too. Random musings just don't know any definite nooks i shall say o_O
Anyways result of this discussion, should write the blog at the moment the topic pops into ones mind otherwise note the topic to say the least. Hmmm...
Btw "some news channel" in above lines was only to avoid the courtesy to the news channel i would have needed to pay. Intelligence personified ohh yeah... :P
Coming back to the blog's main area of attention. This show was based on the role that DTC buses have played in the life of a normal mango Delhite.
Okay people I know...your reactions right now...why is this weirdo watching such a show in tata sky n airtel world which offer so much. But believe me I went from zero to infinity choices too may times before I took hiatus after my fingers got numb and stopped responding.
Well topic did not really ignite much interest in me neither. You know my attitude who cares about DTC today. Metro's rock. But decided for the fool box to make some noises rather than muting it and some peaceful drags for me.
But I could not ignore it for too long either. It was very touching how they brought out the history of specific No of bus and the kind of research bus's histories. The most interesting find for me was about a bus that ran on north delhi campus route. They anchor seemed audacious and bold while saying that this bus not only has impact on delhites but entire india.
My reaction at that moment :What Fart....
But the guy proved it....The bus was hijacked by the students of the campus during the political events of delhi university. it was involved in bandhs, dharnas and obviously the bigger scene of delhi university polls. and those buds go onto be the people actually representing us today in lok sabhas and rajya sabhas.
There was a long list of leaders of fame today who were there in the list announced in the show.
there were routes discuused which led to to the growth of a particular parts of delhi.
Drivers who drove on particular routes from there first day of of job to the retirement day were interviewed. Emotions attached with the particular road streaks for those guys did not need any attention to catch.
There were many more interesting finds and I seem to be missing it now. Oh yes there were issues raised about the conscience of delhites. be honest at basic levels pay the bus fair every time you use it.
I am still missing many but cant recall now. May be in some other thread will mention some other interesting facts.
DTC does have an impact i concluded. If metro defines the newer DELHI, dtc enables it to reach that point.
Anyways with Cricket world cup started and pulses of energy felt high through out the country. There is ample to talk about and see and feel and pray. :)
OK ok ppl gotchya not entering in another tunnel of random expressions. Will take a break here. Cya all when my fingers tap the keyboard next time with blogger.com opened :))))))))
tc all..
Hmmmm...Hmmmmm..Hmmmmm..
Ok yes I had thought of this when I had seen a show on some news channel.
Break break, other topic change first: Today thoughts are flowing in the most pervert way they could. I am not able to take care of my own stuffs i want to tell in an organized way. probably this is a big reason I end up talking something else and my intention of starting the discussion with someone is almost of another world. Things are almost weird when I have a talk talk talk talkative person on other side too. Random musings just don't know any definite nooks i shall say o_O
Anyways result of this discussion, should write the blog at the moment the topic pops into ones mind otherwise note the topic to say the least. Hmmm...
Btw "some news channel" in above lines was only to avoid the courtesy to the news channel i would have needed to pay. Intelligence personified ohh yeah... :P
Coming back to the blog's main area of attention. This show was based on the role that DTC buses have played in the life of a normal mango Delhite.
Okay people I know...your reactions right now...why is this weirdo watching such a show in tata sky n airtel world which offer so much. But believe me I went from zero to infinity choices too may times before I took hiatus after my fingers got numb and stopped responding.
Well topic did not really ignite much interest in me neither. You know my attitude who cares about DTC today. Metro's rock. But decided for the fool box to make some noises rather than muting it and some peaceful drags for me.
But I could not ignore it for too long either. It was very touching how they brought out the history of specific No of bus and the kind of research bus's histories. The most interesting find for me was about a bus that ran on north delhi campus route. They anchor seemed audacious and bold while saying that this bus not only has impact on delhites but entire india.
My reaction at that moment :What Fart....
But the guy proved it....The bus was hijacked by the students of the campus during the political events of delhi university. it was involved in bandhs, dharnas and obviously the bigger scene of delhi university polls. and those buds go onto be the people actually representing us today in lok sabhas and rajya sabhas.
There was a long list of leaders of fame today who were there in the list announced in the show.
there were routes discuused which led to to the growth of a particular parts of delhi.
Drivers who drove on particular routes from there first day of of job to the retirement day were interviewed. Emotions attached with the particular road streaks for those guys did not need any attention to catch.
There were many more interesting finds and I seem to be missing it now. Oh yes there were issues raised about the conscience of delhites. be honest at basic levels pay the bus fair every time you use it.
I am still missing many but cant recall now. May be in some other thread will mention some other interesting facts.
DTC does have an impact i concluded. If metro defines the newer DELHI, dtc enables it to reach that point.
Anyways with Cricket world cup started and pulses of energy felt high through out the country. There is ample to talk about and see and feel and pray. :)
OK ok ppl gotchya not entering in another tunnel of random expressions. Will take a break here. Cya all when my fingers tap the keyboard next time with blogger.com opened :))))))))
tc all..
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Another dip in the beauty of mountains with bike nature and chocolates
After the scintillating experience of riding in the curves of Shivaliks(Lowest Hiamalayan mountains) there was an itching inside me to go further and into more adventurous terrains.
Luckily did not need to wait a lot and Mranal's visit to India also brought me an invitation for the bike trip into the cradle of mountains and destination this time decided as Wangtu in Himanchal Pradesh.
Bike Trip Day 1 - 23 Dec, 2010:
Probably this is the worst part of living in Gurgaon that for going anywhere you need to cross Delhi and is the most boring part and awful way of starting. But the hidden excitement regarding the upcoming surprises during the trip carries you on. By the way, like the last trip I had to do ride alone in small parts of the trip as I was supposed to be meeting the co bikers Mranal and Mohit in Dehradun. Started early in morning somewhere around 6 A.M I remember and vrooommm I left my place, full fledged loaded under the winter wears though, had worn as much as I could. There were hardly any people to be seen on Delhi roads in that cold and at time of the day especially. One does get a feeling he is the king of roads in such scenarios. Since i was alone so did not really take many breaks in between. Had stopped near Roorkee to have my breakfast and did not take long and reached Dehradun by 12:30 PM.
Did not go ahead on that day as far as the bike trip was concerned but had fun with Mranal ,roaming in doon streets. And it was a nice rest for the body before the tougher part of the journey.
Bike Trip Day 2 - 24 Dec, 2010:
Mranal was up on his toes early morning. It was colder in doon than it used to be in Gurgaon and I held my blanket tightly. With all my efforts going in vain, I was forced to get up at 6 am and by 7 am we left the house. Mohit joined us in way , the team was complete and we were ready to roar in the rocks. Within the first few kms only I got a feeling that I am with hard core mountain bikers and was having a tough time keeping a track with them. They too understood it very soon and slowed down keeping in mind mountain biking in adverse terrains was not something that i was very used too.
Well it did not take long for me to get surprises. Some 60 kms from Dehradun in village of Chakrata i had my first experience of biking on ice sheets frozen on roads. And before i could understand anything the bike skidded, zapppp, and i was all on roads. Mranal rushed from behind laughing that he knew i would fall over there. Well a fag gave the courage to move further.
I must also tell anything that was considered second to biking in this trip was not fagging but chocolates. Had collected loads of them before leaving the city and we were not leaving any opportunity of gulping the yummies down.
With little apprehensions I moved ahead, slowing the herd constantly and simultaneously being told to move faster. Did catch up in speed and lost fears of the last fall in some time and was doing pretty well by afternoon. Stopping frequently at various places where ever we got a view worth trapping in the lenses, gulping dairy milks and chit chatting in the rythms of natutre passed the first eventful day of the trip.
Had our late lunch in early evening at Rampur but decided to move ahead towards Wangtu as far as possible on that day. Finally we decided to pass our night at Sungri and got a cozy guest over there.
Bike Trip Day 3 - 25 Dec, 2010:
It would be sufficient to tell that we found ice sheets on our bike seats next morning if it was asked how cold it was there. Mranal was again the warrior who woke up first and got ready. Pestered others to get up as well, for the sake of reaching the destination. But who cared. It was by 8:30 am that some how me and mohit gathered courage and got ready that too after many rounds of tea. The view that the spot threw at us can not be said anything else other than awe inspiring. In true words when I myself opened the gates my mouth was like khulla ka khulla types u all know big beeepppppp...bigger beeepppppppp..(It is often said best feelings come in your local language).
Tried our best to trap the view,for future, as beautifully as possible. Failed once again against God's machine. Still looks good and is the first pic put in this blog on the top.
Trip after this was heavenly, every other view challenged the aura and splendor of previous ones. Got to stop at places where ice was frozen on mountains. Played like children with ice swords and went as crazy as humanly possible.
I will stop writing about the views over here because I know I wont be able to and my words wont to any justice, neither would be done by the pics i am putting here but then it is easier and smaller a task for me.
Story did not change as we moved further found stunning views and yet rougher terrains to bike.
Reached wangtu somewhere aroung 2 pm in afternoon. Place was good but not as we had expected. Saw a board mentioning Sangla pass at 36 kms from there. When my friends came to know that I had never been to a pass this was a good enough reason for them to go ahead. Drove for sm 1 hr to reach the place. It was a moment of discussion over here. We could have gone back from here or driven ahead to Chitkul the last inhabited village on indo tibbet border and bike upto the height of 3500 mtrs abv sea level.
Craziness won the contest and we moved ahead.On reaching Chitkul we did not regret our decision for a single momemnt. Were at the foothills of snow capped mountains and the roads(should use path here word roads is misleading :P) from sangla to chitkul, each moment of it, was worth trapping in camera but neither the memory card supported this nor the time limits. We had to start back as well.
It was another chocolate fag celebration in chitkul where every thing seemed to froze if allowed. Left the place by around 4:45 and redishness had started spreading in the sky by that time.
Drive after this was all a haste. Rush to go back had started. It did not need to be said that breaks were over now and it will be bikes running all the way if we had to have any hope of reaching any guest houses. Alas it was not destined for us to rest that day. We just kept moving from one town to another in our search of guest houses. Finally accepted that we will not get any and started a full fledge night drive to Shimla. Oh yes i forgot to tell we decided to go back by a different route. Taking very small breaks after every 40-45 mins we snailed ahead. Drving bikes at night time was really tough and even tougher at such low temperatures. Dont think it was above zero at any point of time.
To sum up day 3:
Whooaaaa what a X-Mas celebration it will be worth remembering all life :))))))
Bike Trip Day 4 - 26 Dec, 2010:
Reached Shimla by 5 o'clock in the morning. Body was aching by now especially the lower backs. Booked a hotel as soon as possible. City was brimming with tourists as it was chistmas day before and it was a sunday in itself. All hotel rooms being booked. Got a room somehow by 6:30. No one cared of anything. zzzzZZZZZZZZZ we were all in deep sleeps as soon as we got to touch the luxury of beddings.
Woke up at around 1 pm. This rest did immense help to body, only thing now needed was good food. Had a nice lunch in way to Solan. We were returning from such magnificently beauty striking places that on that day we did not even care to look into the normally so beautiful looking city of shimla. Our eyes were still twinkling with the views we had relished on trek the previous day.
Well the co bikers had to take another route from Solan for Dehradoon. Had nice flicks together before we departed and Shubh kaam ke sirf pahle hi nahi balki pure hone pe bhi kuchh meetha banta hai. So our last dairy milk together with bikers' laughter pouring into the Solan's air.
For me Gurgaon was still some 380+ kms. I had decided if the roads will be good I will stretch myself and rather rest at home the next day. It was all going as plan but suddenly after crossing Chandigarh it went foggy like a mad man. Did try to ride for some time but finally gave up and rented a room in kurukshetra. Body still longed for rest and i did not show any misery either. I showered my body with the pleasure of sleeping.
Bike Trip Day 5 - 27 Dec, 2010:
After this overtly luxurious rest I was into my elements again. The traveler soul had risen by now and realised the bliss of stopping in kurukshetra by chance. Got lovely portrait pics in city and roamed through the local streets for few hours after checking out from the hotel.
Once i felt content with my knowledge of the city (though i will go back there to explore it fully primary reason being I felt it being very similar to my hometown varanasi) i started back for gurgaon. Roads were smooth like hema malini's cheeks (to put in lalu ji's words). And any kind of restriction of speed was because of your own beast's limit. Drove as fast as i could and was as the entry of new delhi within some 2 and half hours.
Again it was delhi which needed to be crossed and no excitement of upcoming trip was there but heart was brimming with experiences worth millions to be shared with friends and a world that existed in those mountains,trapped through the lenses, to be shown to the the rest of contemporary world who generally call it by the name of heaven.
Heavenly it was indeed :)))))))))))))))))))
PS: Conflict just grew wider. (For those who know about it)
But the lost one became victorious.
And yes BIKING in mountains is ADDICTIVE. Will be back soon. I SWEAR.
Luckily did not need to wait a lot and Mranal's visit to India also brought me an invitation for the bike trip into the cradle of mountains and destination this time decided as Wangtu in Himanchal Pradesh.
Bike Trip Day 1 - 23 Dec, 2010:
Probably this is the worst part of living in Gurgaon that for going anywhere you need to cross Delhi and is the most boring part and awful way of starting. But the hidden excitement regarding the upcoming surprises during the trip carries you on. By the way, like the last trip I had to do ride alone in small parts of the trip as I was supposed to be meeting the co bikers Mranal and Mohit in Dehradun. Started early in morning somewhere around 6 A.M I remember and vrooommm I left my place, full fledged loaded under the winter wears though, had worn as much as I could. There were hardly any people to be seen on Delhi roads in that cold and at time of the day especially. One does get a feeling he is the king of roads in such scenarios. Since i was alone so did not really take many breaks in between. Had stopped near Roorkee to have my breakfast and did not take long and reached Dehradun by 12:30 PM.
Did not go ahead on that day as far as the bike trip was concerned but had fun with Mranal ,roaming in doon streets. And it was a nice rest for the body before the tougher part of the journey.
Bike Trip Day 2 - 24 Dec, 2010:
Mranal was up on his toes early morning. It was colder in doon than it used to be in Gurgaon and I held my blanket tightly. With all my efforts going in vain, I was forced to get up at 6 am and by 7 am we left the house. Mohit joined us in way , the team was complete and we were ready to roar in the rocks. Within the first few kms only I got a feeling that I am with hard core mountain bikers and was having a tough time keeping a track with them. They too understood it very soon and slowed down keeping in mind mountain biking in adverse terrains was not something that i was very used too.
Well it did not take long for me to get surprises. Some 60 kms from Dehradun in village of Chakrata i had my first experience of biking on ice sheets frozen on roads. And before i could understand anything the bike skidded, zapppp, and i was all on roads. Mranal rushed from behind laughing that he knew i would fall over there. Well a fag gave the courage to move further.
I must also tell anything that was considered second to biking in this trip was not fagging but chocolates. Had collected loads of them before leaving the city and we were not leaving any opportunity of gulping the yummies down.
With little apprehensions I moved ahead, slowing the herd constantly and simultaneously being told to move faster. Did catch up in speed and lost fears of the last fall in some time and was doing pretty well by afternoon. Stopping frequently at various places where ever we got a view worth trapping in the lenses, gulping dairy milks and chit chatting in the rythms of natutre passed the first eventful day of the trip.
Had our late lunch in early evening at Rampur but decided to move ahead towards Wangtu as far as possible on that day. Finally we decided to pass our night at Sungri and got a cozy guest over there.
Bike Trip Day 3 - 25 Dec, 2010:
It would be sufficient to tell that we found ice sheets on our bike seats next morning if it was asked how cold it was there. Mranal was again the warrior who woke up first and got ready. Pestered others to get up as well, for the sake of reaching the destination. But who cared. It was by 8:30 am that some how me and mohit gathered courage and got ready that too after many rounds of tea. The view that the spot threw at us can not be said anything else other than awe inspiring. In true words when I myself opened the gates my mouth was like khulla ka khulla types u all know big beeepppppp...bigger beeepppppppp..(It is often said best feelings come in your local language).
Tried our best to trap the view,for future, as beautifully as possible. Failed once again against God's machine. Still looks good and is the first pic put in this blog on the top.
Trip after this was heavenly, every other view challenged the aura and splendor of previous ones. Got to stop at places where ice was frozen on mountains. Played like children with ice swords and went as crazy as humanly possible.
I will stop writing about the views over here because I know I wont be able to and my words wont to any justice, neither would be done by the pics i am putting here but then it is easier and smaller a task for me.
Story did not change as we moved further found stunning views and yet rougher terrains to bike.
Reached wangtu somewhere aroung 2 pm in afternoon. Place was good but not as we had expected. Saw a board mentioning Sangla pass at 36 kms from there. When my friends came to know that I had never been to a pass this was a good enough reason for them to go ahead. Drove for sm 1 hr to reach the place. It was a moment of discussion over here. We could have gone back from here or driven ahead to Chitkul the last inhabited village on indo tibbet border and bike upto the height of 3500 mtrs abv sea level.
Craziness won the contest and we moved ahead.On reaching Chitkul we did not regret our decision for a single momemnt. Were at the foothills of snow capped mountains and the roads(should use path here word roads is misleading :P) from sangla to chitkul, each moment of it, was worth trapping in camera but neither the memory card supported this nor the time limits. We had to start back as well.
It was another chocolate fag celebration in chitkul where every thing seemed to froze if allowed. Left the place by around 4:45 and redishness had started spreading in the sky by that time.
Drive after this was all a haste. Rush to go back had started. It did not need to be said that breaks were over now and it will be bikes running all the way if we had to have any hope of reaching any guest houses. Alas it was not destined for us to rest that day. We just kept moving from one town to another in our search of guest houses. Finally accepted that we will not get any and started a full fledge night drive to Shimla. Oh yes i forgot to tell we decided to go back by a different route. Taking very small breaks after every 40-45 mins we snailed ahead. Drving bikes at night time was really tough and even tougher at such low temperatures. Dont think it was above zero at any point of time.
To sum up day 3:
Whooaaaa what a X-Mas celebration it will be worth remembering all life :))))))
Bike Trip Day 4 - 26 Dec, 2010:
Reached Shimla by 5 o'clock in the morning. Body was aching by now especially the lower backs. Booked a hotel as soon as possible. City was brimming with tourists as it was chistmas day before and it was a sunday in itself. All hotel rooms being booked. Got a room somehow by 6:30. No one cared of anything. zzzzZZZZZZZZZ we were all in deep sleeps as soon as we got to touch the luxury of beddings.
Woke up at around 1 pm. This rest did immense help to body, only thing now needed was good food. Had a nice lunch in way to Solan. We were returning from such magnificently beauty striking places that on that day we did not even care to look into the normally so beautiful looking city of shimla. Our eyes were still twinkling with the views we had relished on trek the previous day.
Well the co bikers had to take another route from Solan for Dehradoon. Had nice flicks together before we departed and Shubh kaam ke sirf pahle hi nahi balki pure hone pe bhi kuchh meetha banta hai. So our last dairy milk together with bikers' laughter pouring into the Solan's air.
For me Gurgaon was still some 380+ kms. I had decided if the roads will be good I will stretch myself and rather rest at home the next day. It was all going as plan but suddenly after crossing Chandigarh it went foggy like a mad man. Did try to ride for some time but finally gave up and rented a room in kurukshetra. Body still longed for rest and i did not show any misery either. I showered my body with the pleasure of sleeping.
Bike Trip Day 5 - 27 Dec, 2010:
After this overtly luxurious rest I was into my elements again. The traveler soul had risen by now and realised the bliss of stopping in kurukshetra by chance. Got lovely portrait pics in city and roamed through the local streets for few hours after checking out from the hotel.
Once i felt content with my knowledge of the city (though i will go back there to explore it fully primary reason being I felt it being very similar to my hometown varanasi) i started back for gurgaon. Roads were smooth like hema malini's cheeks (to put in lalu ji's words). And any kind of restriction of speed was because of your own beast's limit. Drove as fast as i could and was as the entry of new delhi within some 2 and half hours.
Again it was delhi which needed to be crossed and no excitement of upcoming trip was there but heart was brimming with experiences worth millions to be shared with friends and a world that existed in those mountains,trapped through the lenses, to be shown to the the rest of contemporary world who generally call it by the name of heaven.
Heavenly it was indeed :)))))))))))))))))))
PS: Conflict just grew wider. (For those who know about it)
But the lost one became victorious.
And yes BIKING in mountains is ADDICTIVE. Will be back soon. I SWEAR.
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