Pune to Goa

Ojha residence at Canacona, GoaMe sporting a bg side at Calangute beach

Dubai airport

Njoying my first Starbucks coffee in Dubai

A kid having the time of her life at DBX

Dec 21, 2011

Reached Dubai International airport (DBX) at 6 a.m after a long and exhaustive flight. The excitement finally nears completion as I googled on things to do at the airport. I’ve heard how huge the airport is and one can get tired walking but it never ceases to end. After getting direction by airport officials,the passengers go through the security check at DBX. One can see several Chinese nationals working at the security point and these ladies and gentlemen are charming and kind.

The security at DBX is very strict and passengers must remove their leather belts and if you are wearing a leather pair of shoes, you are advised to remove them for the purpose of security. I must say that the procedure is a smooth one and it’s quite efficient. As I claimed my luggage and wore my belt to take on the escalator, I realized that I’ve forgotten some chocolates and cigarettes which I purchased at the duty-free shop. As I turned around, I saw an idiot nicely carrying my stuffs as if it was his prized belongings. I immediately stopped the guy and told him, excuse me that’s mine. This loser had nowhere to look as he handed me my stuffs.

All things done, now time to find a place to smoke and one has to tread cautiously since one cannot smoke at the airport. I asked a lovely lady from China where I can get a place to smoke and she guided me to some restaurant. Of course, I need to take a long walk to fulfil my wish.Before that, I spotted a Starbucks outlet and in no way, I’m gonna miss that as I shed 5 euro to have my coffee. I was pretty excited since I had my first Starbucks coffee. This is something I shall never forget. Must say the coffee was worth the money spent. Totally worth!

In Dubai airport, if you wanna smoke, you should go to Dubai International Hotel, The Hub and the place is abuzz with foreigners waiting for the next flight. One can see people smoking the weed as well and beer is pouring in every glasses. The service is quite slow. The only hitch is that they might tender you the change in Durham even if one pays in Euro or dollar. I met a very beautiful German chick, Jennifer and we started chatting about life, her studies and smoked a lot..cigarettes yaar. I ordered an Irish coffee which I didn’t finish. On my way, to the Mumbai terminal I met some South African family of Indian origin and exchanged a few words with them.

The Mumbai terminal was quite far and kept asking for directions to the airport officials. The airport is huge and I was completely bowled by the duty-free shops. It looks more like a shopping mall crowded by passengers. Man! The airport is so big that a bus has to ferry passengers towards our Mumbai flight and as we boarded the Emirates plane, I felt so great as I climbed the walkway as I could feel the breeze of air. That’s beautiful. Bye DBX.

January 10,

On my way back to Dubai, I couldn’t roam free at the airport since I was carrying a 7-kilo hand luggage plus my travel bag. So, the next priority was to go The Hub and wait for my flight scheduled in three hours. Met two guys, Ralph and another dude from China and I’ve got good company, having a smoke and speaking about life and their countries. Ralph tells me that he is on a travel spree and going to Bali. Wow! I envy the dude. We exchanged e-mails and after 2 hours, I set off to my destination. I would love to re-visit DBX again and I just loove d airport. It’s such a beautiful airport surrounded by huge shops, restaurants and well maintained, of course. This time, I gonna enter the country as well.

Love

V

If Mumbai was a woman!!

The Iconic Rajabhai Tower, Fort

Prologue:

Four nights spent in maximum city..The moment one steps in moment it leaves an aha feeling. It’s actually a dream coming true and a life time enjoyment. No wonder locals die for their city!!! When I witnessed the city for the first time in 2002, I was pretty sure that I would love to live there and I did..It’s the proper gateway… a city with a vibrant soul and where millions make their lives.

What’s so special about Mumbai? Everything…I mean everything. The iconic Rajabhai tower, maddening crowd in the local trains, taxis and the various promenades. A lifetime lives in four days..That’s my moja. As I bid farewell to the city, I am still present. At least, my soul is. A happy journey. One has to admit it’s unique in appeal and is a seductress. Just imagine Mumbai was a woman. She would’ve been the hottest and most desirable on earth. Only hitch is that it would be out of reach of ordinary mortals like us. Still, we would never give up on her.

Hard to please everyone but loved by everyone. The complex crowd, fast-paced life where everything is available provided you have the piece of paper with Gandhi-ji’s pic….you name it..you get it. The beautiful bride that you wouldn’t dare to touch for the fear of leaving dust on her. Perfection exist on earth and it comes in the form of Mumbai. A completely crazy, carefree girl sometimes ruthless.

The effect is simply damning. Mumbai has this effect on people. It plays havoc with their life and leaves an element of shock. We often leave everything, in pursuit of happiness. Mumbai is this ‘happiness’. People worship the city as if it’s some Goddess. The Goddess of money, happiness,lust and desire. It gives an unabated self confidence to people. As one gets in the city, one wanna just live the life..you name it, you get it..the night life, its historical buildings..Paani puri, vadapav, cutting..and the people..a cup of coffee might do the magic among the strangest of strangers..so many love stories and friendships bloomed over a cup of coffee.

Few days spent in the city has left an indelible mark on my life. I wanna live the life again..beat the traffic, travel by local trains and BEST buses, get saoked in the monsoon, struggle for living and live life King Size. One never cease to be seduced by this beautiful woman, the seduction has neva got more hotter and fun.

..and the seduction game has just started as we believed in chasing our dreams..only she can fulfil them.

Love

V

Mumbai Revisited (4)

Mumbai Day 4/5 , January 9/ 10, 2011

A city stands for its tall buildings, larger than life charismatic essence and spirited yet unpredictable crowd. A life with its sheer complexities where the sky is the limit. I boarded the Metrolink at 8 p.m at Pune and in between Amol called, asking if I can stay on for another hour coz he’s at Lonavla. We so wanted to say hi and bye. But, had to go coz bus already reached. We haven’t met after my weed fiasco in Pune..lol.. food for thought.

I must recommend Metrolink coz it took three hours to reach Sion, Mumbai. My tryst with maximum city starts again for another 24 hours. As I get down at Sion, I nabbed a cab towards Colaba and it cost me 400 bucks. I could have taken a local but considering my heavy luggage, I didn’t wanna take a chance. The dude was a young cabbie and judging by his cool demeanour and personality, he looks educated. Nice guy. Indeed! He wanted to go to middle east for better opportunities. He told me his name is Prince. Now, I have serious doubt on the genuineness of the name. I reached the cafe of Wilbur at Colaba at around midnight and met his dad for my stay. Earlier, I gave Wilbur a call to arrange for a room.

It was past midnight and we were walking in Colaba looking for a room. There was a room which I found and already shed 1,500 bucks for it. It’s a double room with attached bathroom, nice view and quite spacious coz  there was no single room available. I went back to the cyber to fetch my jam-packed luggage. Told Wilbur’s dad and he told me that he doesn’t agree that I shed out 1,500 bucks for one night. He picked up his cellphone and called the guy. Look this boy is not an outsider. How can you ask him to pay you 1,500 bucks and that too he will check out at noon. Listen, I am also a Muslim and you are also one. He just came from Pune and stayed in Mumbai for years. If you don’t agree, I am sending him back. Please give him back his money.

I was touched by uncle’s gesture. I am a Hindu and here this Muslim guy been fighting for me since I am his son’s friend. We studied at the Rajabhai Tower with Wilbur and our bond strengthened over the years. Gratitude. That’s why I always tell never ever label anyone just because something wrong happened. Good and bad people are everywhere and its our actions that make us the person we are. Finally, I sealed room at Carlton hotel. close by to the gateway of India. Imagine one by one I was pushing my luggage to the room after midnight as taxiwallahs, pimps and touts looking at me. Bingo! Gotta wait for one hour more. It’s already 1 a.m. A young gore couple has rented the room for one hour and they should be done. No prize for guessing. It’s Colaba where everything is available..high-end sex for few thousand bucks.

In the meantime, I go at Gokul, the famous booze hotel and got myself some Smirnoff vodka. I gulped 2 pegs and doze off.

January 10:

The chirping of birds and pigeons woke me up as I dash for a quick shower. Man! Hardly few hours left as I gotta catch a plane at 10.30 p.m. So, need to work out my shopping list. First thing, walked towards Barista which is near the Hanuman mandir for my morning boost. Capuccino on the rocks. As I walk past the mandir on the causeway, a priest stopped me and applied a tika on my forehead, tied a red thread on my wrist and performed some mundane prayer. He had a motive. Who doesn’t have one to earn some cash in Mumbai,even if it means taking the help of religion. Surprisingly, I was going with the flow. Post that, he asked me 100 bucks and said he is a Brahmin. I handed him 30 bucks and went to Barista.

Diary in hand as I work out my schedule. First thing first, I buzz Nanhi Kali-NGO for the girl child at Colaba only. This has been my dream to fund the education of the girl child and as soon as I take the appointment, I head towards their office at Cecil court, near to Regal theatre. After everything done, I felt that finally my salary has some meaning. A small dream fulfilled for a child. I feel so peaceful inside. I boarded the cab and reached Vijay sales coz I need to check a laptop. Things done. I should come back later to buy the laptop which I never did coz time is a bitch.

It’s the end of year sales in January and like all irrational, senseless beings, I fell prey to it. Shopped like crazy at Globus, Westside, Rythm House and Fab India where I picked up lotsa shirts, kurtas which was available at half the price. I went completely crazy and dumb. But, then who cares? Walked to the chai ki tapdi at Fort near Mumbai university. Everything looked so familiar. Ordered a cutting and a smoke. I must hurry. It’s already 3 p.m. Reminded me of the break during studies at university where we would go for tea. I tried to get inside the university to click some pictures but the security guard would not let me telling clicking pictures inside is clearly not allowed. So, I clicked from outside and with difficulties manage to shoot the tower and the historical clock. I dashed to Oxford bookshop and time to get some books. I picked the biography of Dev Anand and wanted something on Amitabh Bachchan. The salesperson searched for it but looked like it’s gone out of stock or disappeared in the dust.

Went to Marine Drive and took some nice pictures on the promenade. Years back, I made the promenade my home and after three years I visited to drive which witnessed many love stories, cuddle and kissing. Life is beautiful. I vividly remembered the time spent sitting on the promenade, watching the sea water and dreaming that one day I shall acquire a sea-face apartment. Dreams remained remains and there might be a time to fulfil them. As I went back to Colaba, I got myself a pair of blue jeans@Levi’s. How can go without Levis. It’s a sacrilege. Went back to room and the next task was packing. It’s such a royal pain in the ass. Finally, I finished and tried to push everything in my luggage and closed the zip with so much difficulty. Such a mammoth task.

I checked out at six and on the way to the airport at Santacruz. As we passed through Marine Drive, Chowpatthy, I look at the amazing city and try to capture the various moods of Mumbai. There is a huge traffic on the streets of Mumbai and we are three hours away from the airport. I wonder whether I’ll reach the airport in time. Meghna called me to wish bye and I exude a feeling of sadness. But, then I reason to myself that I shall be back forever in India in one and a half years. The taxi driver told me that the only way to reach early is through the toll expressway. Unfortunately, we went through hell and reached the airport at 9. 30. I became more tensed as I saw the huge crowd at the airport. Fuck! It’s not the local trains and I finally entered the airport lobby. Time for check-in.

The official at the airport informs me that I am running an extra 17 kg and shed out a huge sum and settle the whole thing. I am in a state of panic and I must say that the officer at Emirates was damn helpful as he filled my form. Time to rush at the counter and shit man! I gotta wait in the queue. It’s 10.25 and I ran towards the entry lounge. A beautiful lady at Emirates welcomes me onboard.

Moral of the story: Always reach the airport three hours earlier. A standard rule I didn’t obviously paid heed to. In fact, the plane waited for me and another passenger. We took off at 10.40 towards Dubai. Never say good bye to amchi mumbai.

True blue Mumbaikar

Front view of Mumbai university, Fort.

Mumbai Re-visited(3)

Day 3, December 23

It’s my second morning in maximum city. Post the routine ritual..cutting chai, walk in the city I already integrated myself in the humdrum of city life in amchi mumbai. I have to take the bus to Pune at 2.3o and in the mean time gave a buzz to Nitin. Unfortunately, we couldn’t catch up owing to his busy schedule and that he is in the other side of the island city, Borivali. We promise to catch up when I come back to Mumbai. That would be after the new year celebration and post my impending trip to Goa.

I checked out of YMCA around 11 a.m. Must say that the hospitality at YMCA Mumbai is amazing and first class. Kudos to the whole staff who nabbed a cab for me. Next stop: Barista@ VT. Yes, the place was my hang-out spot for a very long time. I ordered my regular cappuccino coffee along with a grilled chicken sandwich. In fact, I gulped two coffees, including a cold coffee. I met a nice guy Vicky who is a businessman and whose wife works at Times of India (TOI). We get chatting. Barista is one place where the strangers socialize and there is no hesitation. Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan! Fascinating city, amazing people.

Spoke to him of my plan to relocate to India and he told me that he can help me out with networking and all. We spoke about films like Rockstar, Rock On, Zindagi Na Milega, Buddah Hogaa Tera Baap and Saahib Biwi aur Gangster. After all what do you expect movie buffs to speak about? I reminisce about the time spent..oops the whole day spent at Barista. The whole staff has changed and the gang no long hang aroun. After all, it’s been three fucking years and priorities change over time. Guess,everyone is busy minting money in Mumbai.

I spotted a chick I knew the time she started her first year at Xavier’s years back. Now ,she must be doing her final year. She went past me but she couldn’t recognize me. Nah! I didn’t go to her neither I wanted to refresh her memory with the typical, hey you remember me. I may just end up looking like a fool.

It’s already 1 p.m and after having few smokes, I hailed a cab and took my luggage towards Sion where I have to catch the bus. I seem so much like a traveller. As the cab drove past VT now CST, Mohamed Ali Road and towards Sion, time to remove the camera and capture the various moods of the city. I captured the whole spirit of Mumbai. The soul of the city is so vibrant. Sometimes, the sun interfere with my modest camera but it’s no deterrent to the beauty of life. Mumbai simply rocks. Bang on!

This is a city we all love for its complexity. We come across the slums, chawls and the skyscrapers. It’s the tale of 2 extremes yet it’s so simple to understand, Not so to newbies who are in for the first time and whine about almost everything. You need to love the city to understand what I mean. The mystery remains. Reached Sion after one and a half hour. I am just in time for the bus.

Finally, we got the bus at 3. It’s Neeta travel and time to board the bus on the way to Pune. As I bid farewell to Mumbai, I am soo happy to be there and experience the entire gamut of life. The local trains, BEST buses, yellow-and-black cabs, cutting chai, insane crowd and Pani puri. One thing that hasn’t changed in Mumbai”the growing traffic snarls. In fact, it got worse. And why should it change or else it would not be Mumbai.

This post is dedicated to the wonderful people who makes the city wondrous and fantabulous. I salute the spirit of Mumbai who never-say-die and every time someone try to upset the balance, like one human being the whole of Mumbai face the utter challenge of life. That’s Mumbai for you. So unique. So appealing. Sole reason as to why I wanna make my life here and longing to be back.

Love you Mumbai.

V

Mumbai re-visited: Day (2)

1. (Top) The soul of SoBo Marine Drive 2.(below) That’s me, sipping my fav beer KF at Red Box @Andheri.

Day 2, December 22, 2012

Mumbai

The feeling of waking up in Mumbai. Voila! Encore! Icing on the cake. People who lived life in the city would share my excitement of being in maximum city after a huge gap of three years. First ritual first: Get down and gulped a cutting and a cigarette by the side of the road. Back to YMCA: I was treated to heavy breakfast with salad, oat meat, bread, omelette and tea.

Here I set off on my journey to Maximum city. What have you done in Mumbai if you haven’t travelled by the local train and boarded the BEST. Down the alley at Mumbai Central and on the road to station, hawkers displaying caps, jackets, T-shirts and several goodies on both sides of the road. It’s typical Mumbai, not to mention the shady dance bars which one can easily recognize while walking nearby.

I was surprised and happily amazed that the entrance at Mumbai Central had an overhaul. It was no longer the path hijacked by hawkers but a well painted and marbled floor. It makes life soo friendly for commuters. Then,starts the queue for ticket..getting into the routine life of a Mumbaikar is soo fun, smooth and easy..Ek ticket Andheri la…I tender him a 10 bucks and he hands me the ticket and 2 rupee coin. Now, just for fun and stand to read the platform indication on the computerised screen and its platform number 1. Time to get into the train towards Andheri. Unfortunately, for me the local to Andheri was not crowded at all. I soo wanted to get into the crowded train and jostling by way out by shouting..Pude chala kude chala.

As I travelled through the stations Parel, Elphinstone road, Dadar, Santacruz and Vile Parle it brought a dash memories. The memories of a Mumbai traveller was still fresh in my life and how we would all wake up early in the morning and catch the train in the morning to university and be back during the night jumping in the crowded train. That’s the beauty of life in amchimumbai.

As the train halt of Andheri station, one gets a feeling of deja-vu and the madness of Mumbai makes it so addictive and vibrant. One can’t help but think, No matter what we say, Mumbai is a soulful city. As I was heading to the bus stop, a rickshaw was ferrying passengers on a sharing basis. Unfortunately, he fleeced us and forced us to pay 30 bucks each. That means for a short distance he earned 90 bucks till Infinity. But, then I was in no mood to argue with him since I was too happy to be in Mumbai. Shopped like crazy at Landmark–got myself DvDs and tons of books. I was surprised to see a whole shelf dedicated to Indian writers. It’s proving to be another reason to pen my book which has been in the offing for decades. As I got out of landmarks, I was already carrying a heavy carry bag full of books and DvD’s.

Outside the mall, I became camera crazy and started to click everything that headed my way..mall, busy streets, BEST buses and rickshaw. Jumped at Red Box for a beer. Bang on! Kingfisher beer as I sat down admiring few hot chicks who were having lunch and having a hell good time with beer and a fag. Yeah, I did read the whole morning edition of MidDay.

Heading back to Andheri station, I took a bus and though I stood throughout the journey in the bus with my heavy shopping bag, I wasn’t complaining. Dude! I was travelling in the BEST bus after a hell long time. Some more shopping for briefs and banyans at a shop nearby Andheri station and bought myself a pirated MP3s for 30 bucks only. Time for another cutting and a smoke before taking the local to Mumbai Central.

Checked into the room and had a shower. After that, I headed to Colaba to meet a dear friend of mine, Wilbur who owns a cyber cafe very close by Leopold. Needed to get a sim card and Wilbur got me the connection in a jiffy. He booked my bus for the next day to Pune. I suddenly realised how maximum city is soo fast but how things are so fucking easily fixed. We tend to take things for granted in life. It is only when I left Mumbai that I realized the importance of the city. Amazing is an understatement to describe Mumbai.

Took a walk at the causeway at Colaba where one is surrounded by hawkers selling fake T-shirts, belts..Yes, one will still get a fake Gucci belt for 200 bucks and other fancy watch, clock, scarfs. That’s what Mumbai is all about. On the other side are located the big branded shops..You name it, you will get it..United Colors of Benneton, Pepe, Levis, Spykar..The causeway is swooned by tourists and one will see the infatuation of goras at this part of SoBo (For those who came late South Mumbai). I got myself a new pair of Woodlands shoes and a very nice cap at the shop. At 8 p.m, I was done for the day and hailed a cab to Churchgate station and from there Mumbai Central. It was indeed a busy day in Mumbai. Yeah, I had fry beef masala for dinner at Baghdadi.

Love you too, Mumbai

V

Mumbai re-visited(1)

Day 1, December 21

Tuesday:

The Emirates plane landed at around 1.30 Indian time at Chatrapathi Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai. Earlier, the aerial view of Dharavi slum and the skyscraper gave a familiar sight of maximum city. I can’t believe I’m in Mumbai. In the meantime, I pull off the tiny Kodak camera and try to capture the sight of the city.

After clearing the immigration desk and changing money to pay for the day’s expenses I set for a prepaid cab as we set in the city of dreams called Mumbai. A city I called mine for years. One thing that hasn’t changed for sure is the traffic snarls. It took me three whole hours to reach YMCA at Mumbai Central down from Santacruz. In the mean time, I went crazy with the camera and started clicking pictures here and there. The very first day brought back beautiful memories of Mumbai and I remembered my first day in the city. How I was amazed and infatuated with the city that years later I shifted to Mumbai. I was living life again and I felt like a permanent resident again. It’s amazing what the city does to you and once you enter the city, you get so addicted to Mumbai. Memories came back!

One change I observed in the cab: There is a law which prohibit smoking in taxi as the sticker showed and if you are caught by the cop you must shed out 300 bucks. Finally reached YMCA Mumbai at 4 p.m and after checking in the nice room with attached bathroom I get out of the room and the Mumbai journey starts. No, I didn’t sleep after 12 hours flight. After all, how can I? I’m in Mumbai. I buy myself a wills classic mild cigarette and tasted my cutting chai after more than 3 years. Would you believe? It’s been three fucking years. Setting off to the nearest shopping mall at Central..I need to buy myself some T-shirts and socks since I travelled light.

First shopping done. I call the cab and set to Phoenix mall at Parel. Wow! What a mall! So huge and impressive. I was lost in the mall as I see the different outlets, latest brands, spotted the Manchester United bar which I only heard about. At one point I lost my way inside the mall since it is so big. But, its worth a visit. I have yet to see a shopping mall as big as Phoenix though I’ve heard that the one in Pune is the biggest in the city. Unfortunately, wasn’t able to visit. Did some shopping and picked up a nice Pepe jeans, wallet and Tee.

Back to central, cutting chai was the norm of the day on Day 1 and went for a stroll near Mumbai Central station as one hear the familiar sound of train approaching. This is life and indeed a beautiful life. There is not a single moment of slow pace even at night in Mumbai with buses, cabbies swarming in the city. That’s fast-paced Mumbai for you. Mumbai is a city with a soul and has a personality of its own, so distinct and unique in style.

Had an amazing buffet dinner at YMCA with chicken, rice, roti and some non veg stuffs as well. First day was truly amazing in the city that never sleep. I doze off past midnight, shuffling between TV and reading newspaper. First day in Mumbai was worth a million bucks.

Truly Mumbai

V

Diary of a traveller (1)

The year that was ended well and 2012 kicked with a bang with the holidays which ended today. Re-visited Mumbai and Pune, my adopted homelands and spent the new year in Goa. Stayed in Goa for three nights till January 3 and on the next day boarded the bus to Pune. Way back to Pune, a large smile adorned my face as it is the city which gives me the feeling of being at home. I started my career in Pune and since then there was no looking back as it is the place where I am planning to go back to and make my life.

I’ve been off blogging for more than 20 days, except one or two short posts. I promise to be more regular now with the description of the holidays and how the cities, Mumbai and Pune since the time I left. I spent three days in Mumbai and I couldn’t go to Delhi, a place which I so wanted to visit. Better luck next time, as I promised to be back to India in December. I visited my college, met my professors and I indeed went crazy with my chota-sa-mota sa camera clicking almost anything. There have been discussions on work opportunities once I’m back in Pune and thankfully things have been positive so far and are moving in the right direction.

I stopped over at Dubai for three hours on my way to Mumbai and what a huge airport it is. My God! I was truly amazed at the airport which looks more like a shopping mall. Yes, I had Starbucks coffee for the first time in my life and it was truly awesome. On the flip side, everything is so f****** expensive at Dubai airport. Once can see many migrant working at the airport, including many Chinese.

Landed in Mumbai on December 21 in the afternoon and the window, aerial view of the Dharavi slums and Bandra-Kurla bridge gave a familiar sight of the city I roamed seamlessly for two years of my care free life.The proper word was excitement and I’m like, finally I am in amchi mumbai. Immediately as I reached YMCA Mumbai I dropped luggage and all, I had a cutting chai and visited some shopping malls to buy some clothes. I went to Phoenix mall at Parel which is so big and sexy. That’s how I spent my first day in Mumbai.

Shall update with my travels, starting majestically with Mumbai.

Have a great day.

The year started with a bang.

Much Love

V

 

2012: New begining

Happy New Year 2012 people. Let’s look up to a year full of promises, positive and may the light of hope, aspirations remain forever in our hearts. Just came from the Goa trip and it’s been a peaceful and serene one, faraway from the state of drunkenness which signified the early part of my life. Attended a christian wedding for the first time in my life and loved it. Clicked some pictures and after that I went into my shell and withdrew from the world. I shall be back to reality tomorrow morning.

The Goa trip was indeed a wonderful way to start the year. 2012 resolutions..nopes coz I can’t stick to it but I intend to cut smoking and go on a spiritual quest this year. Very often, I shall withdraw from the world and cut myself off from everybody, including myself..but not now for sure. Shall read major spiritual books and materials. Withdrawing into my shell is something good for oneself and doing some soul-searching and craving for one’s identity is a good way to clean up one’s act and to really see within me, the real ME. For starter, I shall be completely unavailable including mom and closed and dear ones. It’s a unique journey where I shall practice detachment and stick to the free flow of energy. Need to rejuvenate the self with the identity. The new me will take birth.

I am not contemplating anything for the year which just started and there shall be no plans as such. As it is whatever is there, energy will take care of it. I will also try to cut my hyperness, anxiety and stress and am in to become more composed in life. I am planning to start with yoga.

Wishing all of you folks, a happy and prosperous new year 2012.

Much Love

V

Holiday is here

Hola people

I’ve been out of blog, absolutely invisible for a long time and it may well be my last post for 2011 and here wishing everyone a belated Merry X-mas and a Happy New Year 2012. The reason: I’m on holidays and there is no time for blogging. Been busy catching up with friends and working out stuffs career wise. Presently, I’m in Pune and meeting with old pals, meeting teachers. Been to Mumbai for few days and I set off alone to Goa on Friday. It’s not a question of seeking fun dis tym but rather clicking pics, admiring the scenery and being with myself. I need all the peace in the world and absolutely deserve it.

I stopped at Dubai airport for three hours last Tuesday before catching a flight to Mumbai and the airport is soo fucking huge. I was amazed and had the first star bucks coffee in ma life. It totally live up to its name and its starbucks indeed.Speaking bout Mumbai, took lotsa pics and fondly remembering the days that were and indeed will make my comeback in a few years. But, the place I truly belong is Pune and despite the big changes in terms of traffic woes, new buildings and commercial centers cropping up, it’s Pune indeed. The city that I can truly call home.

There are lots to speak about the special holidays and post my vacations I shall devote the blog on my holidays, starting from Dubai, Mumbai, Pune, Goa, Lavasa and Delhi perhaps. Till then, I shall stop my yamming and bak bak.

Happy New Year 2012.

V

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