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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Moksha

One of my many hobbies is to collect movies that I have enjoyed watching. I like movies that are unpredictable, which provoke thoughts in my mind or It could also be a movie that is treated differently by the directors. Hence one would find a totally variant collection in my cupboard from drama to comedy, from thrillers to romance. Today, I would like to select a movie from the lot and review it.

Moksha (Salvation)


Moksha definitely is not a movie to be watched in leisure. You need to be in a proper mood to enjoy good cinema that will accelerate your thoughts. A dull start should not make one disappointed because that is what takes us slowly into the depths of the character and story.

Moksha is the story of a young man named Vikram (Arjun Rampal) who soon after studying law joins a famous criminal lawyer as his assistant. Like most of us, he has great plans for the society and wants to bring a positive change in the country. But unlike most of us, he is dedicated and wants to fulfill it at any cost. He is restless, he has his own principles and he rules his world by them. Vikram is frustrated by the discrimination of the poor who not being able to pay the huge amount that the good criminal lawyers demand, loose their battles. He hates lawyers who make use of lie to suppress the truth. Vikram quits his job and irritated by this biasness, builds up an excellent plan. He wants to start an organization where any poor seeking justice can walk in and would be helped by a good lawyer, free of cost. He publishes this as an article on a newspaper and wins a lot of applause and appreciation from his colleagues and the rich friends of his dad. But then, that’s what it is, just a good article, no body wants to think any further. This organization needs a lot of fund and Vikram needs their money not just appreciation. His father denies wasting even a rupee on it. His father’s friends turn their backs as well. His lawyer friends agree with him, but they need to be paid by his organization. Only his uncle and his professor stand by him (Played by India’s finest actors Paresh Rawal and Naseerudin Shah) but what he needs is not just support, a lot of money to transform his ideas into reality.

Vikram meets Ritika (Manisha) who joins him in his passion for creating this system and vows to be supportive of him forever. The relationship between the two is very well depicted in the movie, unlike any other couples shown on silver screen. They discuss, they debate and argue on general issues and get influenced and inspired by one another.

Seeing no sign of help from wealthy side of the society, Vikram makes a terrible plan to rob a bank for this good cause. Ritika is against it, but as per her promise to Vikram, she is forced to stand by him in all the decisions he takes, failing which she would have to face a terrible punishment decided by him. On the day of the robbery, his plan goes terribly wrong. And life takes an unexpected turn and he is arrested for murder.

Here begins a total new episode for Vikram. He now has to use all those wrong moves to save him, which he once hated, which once were against his principals. He has to make use of people, abuse them with horrible words and do all that which he once fought against. The movie takes a very different twist even at the end.

Watch Moksha, if you really want to see a good movie; a real good cinema with collection of such wonderful thoughts, ambitions and twists and turns of life that change our total perspective towards it.

Probably that’s how life is, our opinions, or views change continuously as per the different circumstances and events that shape, break and re-shape us daily. Of course the movie is a little exaggerated version of the same.

Friday, July 21, 2006

For BJ

BJ, a good friend of ours is leaving the Company for a better opportunity elsewhere. Even if we try to console each other that we would still stay in touch and shower all those nice words of parting, one cannot help noticing the fact that fun shared in togetherness shall limit itself. So on behalf of all of us, (Jon, Seb, and Sush) I would like to retake BJ, back in time, through those blissful moments that we have experienced together.

Dear BJ,

One evening, supporting your back on a wall of your house, as you sit looking out of the window, at evening sky; the green leaves; colored flowers and enjoying the evening breeze, the wind traveling by might bring back to you these expressions, these events which we once lived together -

Toy train ride around the Royal Gorge (Colorado) with a Santa clause like looking old man telling, (may be) fake stories about a pregnant deer in the woods, which never turned up during our ride.

Sitting on top of a rock near the Gorge in a meditating act, for a picture.

The mysterious girl, sitting on a rock by the river at Glenwood Canyon who made us wonder if she was depressed and at the verge of committing suicide. And the picture of her taken by me, which won lot of applause got named and renamed over and over again by everyone. (You know who named her the best).

Enjoying the lunch at Brown county National park, Indianapolis with greenery at its best and food prepared by Sush’s mom was a delicious treat.

On our way to Niagara, Seb driving royally on Interstate and missing the exit, while everyone else were sleeping at that early hour of dawn.

“Scottish inn” - Hotel near Niagara Falls, booked by Jonah online (for which we still tease him) with its age old antique like dust covered appliances and crappy rooms and toilets that took us by a terrible shock followed by an exploding laugh. And of course the, Gujarathi owner, who looking at our disappointed faces offered us a bigger room, again with similar antique pieces. Well this incident qualifies to be a post by itself.

Being surprised by the majority of Indian population at Niagara Falls and wondering if we were in India.

A debate & discussion while driving back from Niagara, on your not so common wedding plans that motivated even Seb to argue, shout and me to drive the car dangerously by turning my head at you guys sitting in the back seat.

You showing us the way to IHOP Restaurant and saying – “Pan Cakes and garden omelet is suppppppppperrrr Daaaaaaaaaaa”

Jonah & I imitating the lady at Hotel Taj and her interesting theory which we struggled to understand – 2.50…3.50...7….7,7….14. (Well, she was trying to tell us that we had to order something for not less than 14 dollars, which was some kind of a stupid rule at their hotel.)

Having a first time experience of our Sonata getting towed away at Indianapolis downtown and tracking it back by walking 8 blocks around midnight.

Delicious dinner at home, prepared by Sush’s mom, that felt like oasis in the desert. Jonah’s mimicry session on you know who. And of course Sush’s dad asking me – “Ajeyaaaaa Rao…..Nivu Mangalorru Navara?”

Unplanned trip to Sakleshpur involving journey by bus, train, Auto and a Lorry. Modern art on the walls of the hotel room, an unfinished “tracking” (trekking on railway tracks) as the test engineers on a train were kind enough to offer us a ride till the station, which apparently was a much better experience.

A fun filled expedition of the Vijayanagar Empire, at Hampi. Watching a horrible Hindi movie at probably, Hospet’s oldest theater; roof of which could have anytime collapsed down at us.

Well many more such happy moments, many more such wonderful hours, many more such moments of joy that we all have experienced together will be remembered and may be missed too. But then, they are all happy memories, at the least they would carve a smile on your face. Yes, that’s what happy memories do, they try to recreate the moments, over and over again so that we all value the hours spent, the moments lived. We will miss you BJ!



Monday, July 17, 2006

Gudda's Garden

This May, when I had been to Mangalore, my sister Akki & I happened to meet Gudda in a temple near our house. It’s been almost around 15 to 16 years since we had seen him last. Akki & I refreshed our memories of Gudda's garden and the joke related to it. That’s when I mentioned to her that I shall soon publish this story on my blog.

My mother was the vice president of Municipal Corporation of Surathkal during those days. During one of our discussions at home, Amma (mother) mentioned about this peon at her office whose gardening skills and creativity was worth a good recognition. Soon we decided to take his help for planning a nice, beautiful garden for our house. This is how we first met Gudda. He converted an otherwise bushy place covered with unwanted plants into an amazingly, attractive garden. The best part of the garden was an arch at the entrance, made of bamboo sticks around which a jasmine creeper twisted and turned. A small passage between the plants was my favorite place to take a stroll. I would sit on my small bicycle and Gudda would push it around the garden.

After our garden was in good shape, Gudda's visit to our house slowly reduced and finally one day, stopped.

A funny story related to this, is what made me write this post. As said, this was more than 16 years ago and I was a kid back then. One evening, we were watching some Television program on Delhi. As soon as they showed some beautiful garden near the Rashtrapati Bhavan (Official residence of the President of India) or some other place in New Delhi, my little mind could not help wondering if this garden too was planned by Gudda. I asked that out loudly and it apparently became a big joke to all the elders at home. Few days later when my sister Anu had a competition at school, where in she had to speak about a funny incident, my elder sister Akki wrote down this incident for her. This joke won lot of applause and Anu won first prize for it.

Now, after so many years when Akki & I met Gudda, he was obviously surprised to see us. He had seen us only as kids. We were equally delighted.

No more does the garden decorates our house. We had to clear it out during a renovation. But none of us at home will forget Gudda, his talent & creativity. It might have lost its physical presence but shall always remain in our mind as a beautiful piece of art. And as for the garden joke, it has already become a family story that will be laughed at during every reunion.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Mumbai Blasts

I hope they read this. I hope they agree with this. I hope they will allow everyone to live happily. I hope they will contribute for a better world along with us.

Wish media did more than just showing deadbodies & the injured from the blast.

Wish we had specially trained force to handle the after effects.

Wish I had more words to say.

But I think the song composed by John Lenon (The Beatles) speaks for itself.


Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

- John Lennon

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Monday, July 10, 2006

Bringing People Closer!

When I reached Mysore (From Bylekuppe), I decided to travel back to Bangalore by train. Took a prepaid Auto to the railway station and booked my unreserved ticket for just Rs 24. Wow! No wonder trains are the best mode of transportation here. A bus charge from Bangalore to Mysore is Rs 110. What a difference! I had to wait for a little while for the train to arrive. As soon as the train slowed down, people began to jump into the compartments. Some had already managed to drop their hand kerchiefs on to the seats, through the window. I quickly got on the train and chose a single seat. (I had already predicted the trouble in sitting on the 4 seater).

Now, as soon as I was in, a big fight broke out. Soon the bogie was filled with loud voices of anger, desperation and frustration. A women standing outside the train claimed that she had dropped her hand kerchief on to the seat but a man who walked into the compartment, not seeing it, royally threw his bag and conquered the seat. Now, both did not want to give up the place. Let me try to re-create the conversation here.

She - Hey Mister, I have reserved this place.
He – No way, I sat here first.
She - Reeeeee, sir...I have dropped the kerchief there.
He - I don’t know.
She – Hello… What do you mean? (A little angry now)
He - I can not see any kerchief. (Tries to avoid her and looks towards the door as though waiting for someone.)
She - Hey...get up man...I booked this seat first.
He - No way

The lady was traveling along with her daughter and an old lady. The little girl enters in and tries to drag his bag out. He holds on to it. (I remembered the Fevicol Ad at this point.)

Little Girl- Yelriiiii, (Get up man) this is our seat.
He - Don’t lie.
She - I don’t lie and I am not mad to argue with you. Get lost.
He – No…, mind your language.

She walks in and then forces his bag out of the way and sits. She is a hefty lady and he half her size! He still manages to hold on to a part of the seat.

He - You stupid lady....Lair.
She - Shut up man....I couldn’t open the door so I dropped the hand kerchief.
He -Where is it? (Again...why does he need it?)

The little girl passes her kerchief and the lady throws it at him..."here it is, take it". (Hey we found it)

He- Being a lady, is this how one behaves?

She- You better behave like a man first. Then we would behave like women.

(Hmm...The matter is getting heated up. I looked away.)

Meanwhile an old man sitting there got really frustrated at the lady. Not sure what he heard and what he dint like about the lady’s talk. He began to shoot some words of anger at her now.

Old Man – Hey you ...What do you think about yourself…What an ego…Talking as though you are a queen.

The lady turned a little softer now, she tried to explain to him, her part of the story. Meanwhile all of us tried to keep the Old man from shouting.

Seeing that the old man was supporting him, this dude started his fight again. His wife had just then walked into the compartment and she was taken aback by this quarrel. She tried to stop her husband from speaking and when it dint help she felt really shy about this and hid her face behind her hands.

Finally the fight ended. Now, everyone began to settle down. People wanted every small bit of the 4 seat bench. It ended up accommodating 6 people at the end.

An old man (Villager) was sitting in one corner and was shouting at everyone who sat on upper berth –

“Hey, do not move your legs, all the mud from your leg is falling down on my head… cant you clean your legs before climbing?”

A very studious looking girl managed to cramp in between two people. Well, studious because she had these really techy glasses, the one with thin black frame. And as soon as she sat, she pulled out a newspaper and started solving crosswords.

A Muslim family with 2 men, 2 women and 3 kids occupied the passage.

The two kids were made to sit on the upper berth. And the old man shouted again –

“Remove their shoes first and then make them sit there. All the mud…” He went on.

Finally, the train began to move. Even though the quietness and serene beauty of evening life out,  near the fields attracted me, I was more interested in noticing the chaos inside the train; Frustrated faces, some accepting all this as fun (Especially the Muslim ladies, they enjoyed standing there or when tired, they happily sat on the floor.)

The lady who had fought was still looking at everyone as though trying to read our expression and opinion about the fight. She looked disturbed and so remained her expression till we reached Bangalore. I felt bad for her. A fight could spoil my mood for weeks sometimes.

The man who had fought was now happily romancing his newly wedded wife. (She was covered with a lot of gold and wore a bright red saree. She looked really beautiful in her attire.)

Crossword girl, I guess had selected many newspaper for this trip. She kept on pulling out one paper after another from her bag and solved the puzzles.

People hardly had place there to stand but a group of people came selling one or other eatables.

“ Bissiii bissii madur vada…..” (A snack)

A lady followed him by shouting – “Sebeye kayeeeeeeeeeeee” (Guava)

And then came hot tea followed by a man with huge sack of charmoori (Another evening snack) Looking at this in flow of people the Muslim women burst into laughter. I couldn’t help smiling at the scene either. They hardly had space to stand and in between them, these people made their way, unaffected by the discomfort. Of course it’s their job; they must have been used to such crowds already.

Now, the two kids at the upper berth wanted everything that passed by. They kept crying and asking for “Madur vada”. “Ground nuts”, “Coffee” and what ever that passed our compartment.

I also found a Tulu speaking Mangalorean as well. He identified me as a Mangalorean when I got a phone call from a friend.

Then I was again busy looking out at the fields and small huts here and there until all of a sudden I heard someone cry –

“Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeoooooooooooo”

The two kids on the upper berth had emptied a bottle of water on the old man’s head. I burst into laughter. Poor old man; after so much of warning, he still had to face this.

Exhausted by solving crosswords, the crossword girl by now had slept off.

A small boy came and stood next to me. He said that his mom had forgotten to bring water bottle and that he was feeling very thirsty. So this Mangalorean sitting next to me bought a bottle of water and shared it with the little boy. I tried to shrink a little and shared my seat with the boy. The boy pointed out of the window, towards Wonderla, A fantasy park and shared his story about the place –

“Our school had once organized a trip to the park, but our teacher asked us to give in writing that we ourselves are responsible for any accidents that might happen. So I thought it’s very risky. Why should we go there and die? I like to play in the lake. I use a smooth wooden plank and slip on it to land in the lake. We spend a lot of time in the lake when I go to my grandma’s place. Then why, GRS or Wonder’la”? 

He shared some more of his holiday adventures and told that he would return back to his village next week for a festival in the temple.

“A big electronic hanmuntha (God) statue will be placed at the entrance of the temple which would chant lord’s name and then I can watch that for a while, play for sometime and eat ladoos also and at the same time I can visit temple as well.” I couldn’t help smiling at these innocent statements from him.

The train took 3 hours to reach Bangalore. Everyone suddenly became busy, dragged their bags closer, some occupied the passage already. I had enjoyed this whole journey a lot. A journey by train gets you closer to people than in any other mode of transportation.


As I enjoyed watching everyone, somebody must have enjoyed looking at me and may write – “One guy sitting in a corner just kept observing everyone else.”

A crowd of people wanting to enter the train even before I could get down, a station full of happy, sad, irritated & frustrated faces, Auto drivers fighting for extra money, all this and much more welcomed me back to back to Bangalore.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Exploring A Tibetan Settlement

Have you ever got up one morning and thought of going anywhere far away from everything that you are part of and explore yourself on an unknown, unplanned journey to somewhere? Have you felt good about the thought of disappearing away from this chaotic city life and go somewhere more serene?

Well if you ask me, I have always had this thought. I wanted to just tread on an unknown path, to a place where I do not know anybody and no one knows me. And this weekend that dream turned into reality. A few weekends of watching television, meeting friends and shopping made me wonder if I had nothing exciting to do out of these two days that I get. This was when I decided on going on this unplanned trip to somewhere. I always wanted to go to Bylekuppe, it’s one of the largest Tibetan settlement in India and here in Karnataka. Yes not in Nepal, Bhutan or any other north eastern part of India, but very much in my own state, Karnataka. Except this and directions to get there, I knew nothing else about this place, and thus it made the trip most exciting and memorable.

01-Jul-2006, Saturday – Day 1

I got up early, packed my bags and took off to KSRTC Bus stand in Bangalore. Bylekuppe is a small village in Mysore district but only 35 KMs before Madikeri (A famous hill station in Karnataka). So I had to catch a bus to Mysore then another to Madikeri.

I quickly boarded the bus to Mysore which I saw first. The conductor told me that I could get down in Hunsur which is on the way to Madikeri and that I would get plenty of buses from there which would lead me to my destination. My journey out of Bangalore began at 6:25 AM.

So, I set off on this pleasant journey. When the bus stopped for a while, I loved the music that fluttering leaves made. A big house in middle of corn fields made me wonder if lot of people lived in it and if they owned all the land around it? Where there were road constructions in progress, the detour signs clearly written to guide the vehicles made me happy about the fact that we are following best practices. When our conductor threw some water bottles for the construction workers, their happiness and battle to grab it was a worth watching scene. After all this continuous flow of thoughts I reached Hunsur at 10:50 AM.

I quickly boarded another bus to Madikeri and asked the conductor to alert me as the bus reached Bylekuppe. This part of the journey was even more beautiful than the previous. Who said that one should not travel to hill stations during rainy seasons? I think it’s the best time to visit such places especially if you enjoy the rain drops playing with the nature and if one does not mind getting wet in the rain. It was greenery everywhere. I reached Bylekuppe at 12:00PM.

Here, I saw a big board welcoming me to the Tibetan camp. I took an auto till Camp 4, directly to the golden temple. As the auto made its way into the settlement, I noticed that this was a totally different world here. There were Tibetans everywhere, monks dressed in maroon robes, Villagers working in the Corn fields. It was like, I was somewhere in Nepal or Bhutan or some Northeastern part of India.

As I slowly walked into the Golden temple Premises, mysteries & secrets that it enclosed began to unravel one by one. I guess these pictures will explain better my lack of words to describe the sights. It was truly a mesmerizing view.


Palri Phodorang - Monastery




Golden Temple


Statues of Guru Padmasambhava, Buddha & Buddha Amitayus (60ft high)...Copper with Gold plating



Buddha Amitayus



Walls are painted with events from life of Buddha and other Gurus.




Monks performing their daily rituals and prayers.



On my way found this interesting Monk. I could not understand his Tibetan language and he, mine. But we tried to build some conversation. He wanted me to take pictures of everything. He pointed towards the idols and asked me to click pictures.

I spent hours taking pictures of the idol and the monastery and then moved to a guest house in Camp 4. A Monk there spoke good English and much better Hindi. He was basically from Darjeeling. I checked in and decided to take his help in getting some information about the place. Dhava (Not sure how it is spelled, but it sounded like that) drew a map of the settlement and told me how to find different monasteries and camps. He explained to me that they followed Mahayana Buddhism and there were 4 sects among them. - Nima, Geluk, Kagyu and Sakya. (Again spelled as they sounded) and many sub sects within them. The basic difference was in their Gurus and slight variations in method of meditation and prayer. Tibetans have classified the place under different camps. There are about 18 camps, he said. After thanking Dhava for his useful information and details on different Monasteries, I set out on my expedition.


I took an auto to Kagyu monastery which is about 4 kms from camp 4. The view from there was again awesome. The monastery stands on top of a small hill over looking the green corn fields. I could hear the prayers from inside the monastery so I just walked around the place and enjoyed the spectacular view. I decided to walk, to other monasteries as the weather was very pleasant.

Just outside the monastery there were 3 stupas. Stupas are Buddhist monuments traditionally containing relic(s) of the Buddha.


Prayer Bells

My decision to walk back was the best one I made because otherwise I would have missed so many beautiful sights. On my way back I tried to uncover the mysteries that this place hid. Here are some of the things that I saw or experienced on my way back.

A group of Tibetan villagers with their back packs walking to their homes.
A nice prayer hall hidden behind a crowd of trees, filled with Colorful flags. It was difficult for one to distinguish between the leaves and flags.
Mesmerizing view of new bigger Kagyu monastery which is under construction.
A group of villagers packing freshly removed gingers from field.
Cows with ear rings engraved on which were their identification numbers!
Children returning back from school.
Colorful flags dancing in the wind found everywhere, between the bushes, on trees, in between the fields, on houses.
Beautiful wild flowers, Hills covered with mist.
Walking through the fields guided by a farmer to reach the Sakya monastery by a short cut route.
Exploring Sakya monastery all by myself. There was no one around.
Surprised to see a totally different world in there, schools, colleges, hospitals, old age home and what not.
An auto driver explaining to me that it was a forest before and the Government donated the land to the refugees from Tibet.
A Stupa dedicated to the brave soldiers who have sacrificed their life for the freedom of Tibet.
A prayer bell and a painted mask of Goddess Tara which caught my eyes and slipped into my carry bag.
Enjoying the tiny drops of rain.
Not finding tea in a Tibetan hotel and wondering what kind of a hotel it was.
Becoming a reason for Buddhist nuns to laugh at one of them when I asked her if the monastery was closed.
Walking back to the golden temple and enjoying the dim lighting showering more grace on the 3 main idols.
Silently sitting there and observing the statues and trying to arrive at an explanation for the expressions carved on their faces.
Behind the monastery watched little kids playing soccer. Its Soccer time!
"Ban Chinese goods" banners indicated the heat was on, even miles away from home.

02-Jul-2006, Sunday – Day 2

Got up early and went to the temple again. Returned back, got ready and took an auto to Lama Camp. The auto driver Farooq was keen on knowing about Bangalore and he mentioned that his friends work there and had visited them once. 

Lama Camp has two main categories, Serjey and Sermey.


Sermey University.

Sermey temple has a big prayer hall at end of which are many statues of their Gurus. But one interesting thing to see was thousands of very little brass Buddha idols that filled most of two walls of main prayer area.


Amazing piece of art that covered rest of the walls.

I got to speak to a monk who is originally from Tibet and has moved to India in 1992. He said that he liked living here in Karnataka and that this is a beautiful place. When asked about Tibet, he said that he can not go there as he did not have a passport. And of course, the continuous fight for freedom that prevents his travel. He wanted to know more about Bangalore and told me that he once visited the city for 3 days. I told him that Bangalore is crowded with people, buildings and vehicles and that was why I was here for a change. 

I then walked into the library and a book shop. At the book shop I heard a nice Tibetan music that the monks were busy listening to. I requested them to give me a copy of it. They told me that they did not have the original but could give me the CD that they had burned. I was more than happy to accept it. Also bought 3 books - Folk tales from Tibet, An anthology of Tibetan poetry and Autobiography of the Dalai Lama of Tibet. I then walked through the narrow streets of Lama Camp where chanting of mantras from every house filled my ears. As the school bell rang, many monks went running into the campus with their books.

I could not go into the Serjey University as it is under renovation. I then walked to a restaurant called, Siddhartha where I had a Tibetan food called “Blanket”. It tasted more like buns or bread. More like Mangalore buns.  It tasted good.

I returned back to the hotel, checked out and then had a last visit to the Golden temple. I then took an auto to the last monastery on my list- Tashi Lompo. Where I found this little boy amused by my digital camera that showed pictures soon after the click.


The care taker of the place was kind enough to open the monastery for me. He is from Ladakh and told that he left his home in 1983. His parents and brothers still lived there and he only talked to them over phone. They want him to return but he likes this place better. “Its very cold there” he says to give a very simple reason. Thousands of questions were waiting to be asked. I wanted to know more about their life, more about their culture but I kept them behind the perforated wall in my mind. I dint want them to be offended by any of my questions. Because they were so nice to me, in fact to anyone for that matter. They would not object you walking anywhere in their settlement. This monk also gave me detailed time table of their daily routine which was interesting to listen.

I thanked the Monk and walked out of the gates of monastery and out of the settlement. I boarded a bus to Mysore and on my way everything flashed back again. I was taking back faces, events, places, moments, sights and stories. Today, I am returning back home with something I did not know yesterday. And I happily enjoyed the rest of the journey with beautiful images flashing back and forth in my mind.

I took a train back to Bangalore. The train was over crowded. The entire train journey qualifies to become another post in this blog. Will keep that reserved for later. This chaotic journey back made me realize that the serene and peaceful weekend was over. But as a traveler, I convinced myself by saying - Enjoying every possible journey is a traveler’s nature.

But this experience has made me a much better human being than I was before. I have learnt many things, enjoyed many moments and known many more things and most important of all, I know myself a little more better today, than what I knew yesterday.