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Being Indian

"Being Indian" by Pawan Verma. That is the title of the book that I just finished yesterday. And what a read it has been. Amazing.

A brutally honest dissection of what is often classified or rather misclassified as Indian Culture and Values. But you would need a really really open mind before you start reading this book. Else you may find the material extremely offensive and objectionable.

Varath, if you are reading this .. I just think you would love this book. And in one those rare coincidences of life, we may both end up liking the same book .. probably for the first time ... hehe.

Being Indian - Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - --> 1 comments

And so it goes ..

Im finally on my job. Actually, have been on it for 3 weeks now. Working on my first project, for my first client. Its exciting. Seriously. Currently based out of Muscat. Will be here for about another 3 months. Oman is damn bloody hot. And I used to think Chennai was as hot as it gets. Will keep posting. But with work piling up, I think its going to be irregular from now on.
By the way, it happens to be a weekend here. Funny place. These Omanis have their weekends on Thursday-Friday.
Oman looks and feels like a mini-India. I just had my lunch at the local Saravana Bhavan. Yup, the same chain from Chennai. Makes one feel right at home. Also made a new discovery. The fact about these micro multinationals. Saravana Bhavan is an ideal example. India, UAE, Oman, Singapore, Malaysia, Canada, and U.K. These are the places where Saravana Bhavan is present. Amazing isnt it?
p.s: Sorry about the really sad pic quality in the last post. I compressed the original 2MB, 5.2 mega pixel images to one ninth their size. Was unavoidable considering the fact that most of my readers wouldnt be able to get to enjoy the original pics in full resolution on their connections.

And so it goes .. - Friday, May 20, 2005 - --> 5 comments

The trip to the east

Work and laziness have caught up with me as I struggle to write more about the Gangtok trip and all the associated adventures and experiences. And as a consequence, fortunately for all my unfortunate readers, the second part of my travelogue would be rather short.

Snow, miles and miles, mountains and mountains of snow!!

The first part of our trip in Gangtok, was most definitely the highlight of the entire week. The trip was intended to be a visit to Tsangu lake, Baba mandir and the Nathula pass. Nathula pass is India’s border with China in these regions. Baba Mandir, is a temple to an army man, who supposedly did a lot to help the plight of all these poor people who live in these extreme altitudes. Tsangu lake, we were told, was an extremely scenic lake set amidst the Himalayan mountains.

The descriptions were rather innocuous, as compared to what followed. The trip upto Tsangu lake was immensely thrilling. A steep climb with a hazaar hairpin bends. We were on a rickety Maruti Omni, a vehicle that seems to be the standard in these regions. The visibility on our entire trip upwards was slightly lower than about 5 meters. In short, our driver was driving along more or less blind for the entire trip upward.














But the trip was eventually worth all the risks. Seeing the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas for the first time is an ultimate experience in serenity. At this stage I think I would rather let the pics speak for themselves.

Meeting the Dalai Lama !!


The highlight of Day 2 in Gangtok was a rather unexpected coincidence. A chance meeting with the Dalai Lama!! In what must most definitely be an act of divine providence, we ended up being in the same monastery were the Dalai Lama was scheduled to have a visit. While it is true that I didn’t manage to understand a single word of what he said it would indeed be one of the high points of the trip.




Apart from the Dalai Lama darshan, the rest of the day passed on rather eventlessly. A few monasteries. The local flower show. Some normal tourist shopping spots. Quite normal.










The Way Back .. Heavy hearts and pleasant memories

The day after, was our way back to Bagdogra, for the flight to Calcutta. The descent from these splendid mountains to Siliguri and the airport was a rather smooth one .. But still there was this tinge of sadness of leaving all these wonderful places behind so early. Anyways, we made our way back.

My around mid afternoon, we were back in Calcutta. Tried to see a few places in Cal, but things weren’t all that easy. The climate of Calcutta, after the cold environs of the mountains was a rude shock. So we cut our Cal plans to a bare minimum, visited a couple of places, and said good bye to Calcutta.

The return to Mumbai was laden with anticipation. The day after my return would be the first day of my professional career. Immediately after returning, I would be packing my bags again for a trip to Chennai. My induction was awaiting me. And that is an entirely different story. 4 days of fun in the clean beaches of Chennai. Some real great time at The Fisherman’s Cove, Chennai. But I don’t think I will manage to find the enthu to write about my first brush with my career.

Anyway, ciao guys!! Wait on till the next post!!

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C for Calcutta .. D for Darjeeling ..

Ahh .. A travelogue! The first of its kind that Im writing for my blog .. The one week trip to the eastern regions of this country .. A chronological sequencing of the events ..

Day 0: The Flight to Cal

Started late evening from Mumbai. Reached Cal in the night. Stayed the night in Cal.

Day 1: A trip full of memories

Spent the morning in the Maidan, Kolkata. Spent some time in the Victoria memorial. Decided that Kolkata was too hot to spend more time in. Reached the airport rather early. The flight to Bagdogra. Rather eventless. That is, if you discount the rather pleasant airhostesses that Jet airways somehow manages to select. Coming to think of it, the single most important USP of Jet would be its airhostesses. Dont you agree?

Reached Bagdogra in the early afternoon types. The trip to Darjeeling was awesome!! One of those trips whose real beauty can never actually be captured in a photo, or in a travelogue. Mountains and mountains of tea plantations. Miles and miles of pine and fir trees. Roads full of cute little school kids. The occasional waterfal here. The random stream there. The road side shop selling Veg Momos, Tea, Coffee and other assorted stuff. Shops lined with garlands of Lehar Namkeen and Lays Chips. That was another intriguing observation. The distribution network for Lays and Lehar is amazingly strong in these parts. Every shop seems to have a rather large stock of Pepsi stuff. Kudos to whichever MBA is responsible for Pepsi food sales in these regions.

Reached Darjeeling eveningish.. Spent the night in the mall. Walked around. Darjeeling has a nice street shop culture. Street shops line the mall. Purchasing can be a nightmare for some experienced shoppers. Take the case of my mom, who went throught this kind of experience not so infrequently during our stay in Darjeeling.

The object in question is a set of five cute little Laughing Buddhas. The conversation:

Me: Yeh kitne ka hai?
Vendor: 90 Rs. Sahib
Mom: 90 !! Nahin 40 Rs.
Vendor: Teek hai memsahib. Le Lijiye.

For someone who understands the dynamics of negotiations, it must be easy to grasp why this is so unnerving for the average shopper. As they say, the pleasure of a purchase is often in the negotiation rather than the acquisition.


Day 2: Darjeeling .. The city of tranquility

Visiting the local "tourist spots" of Darjeeling city. Traversing the rather unnerving roads of these regions. As we negotiated the unprotected hairpin bends and narrow roads of these mountains, our respect for our taxi driver increased multifold. Visited a lot of scenic locations. Ended up wondering why in the hell Darjeeling hasnt been promoted as well as some other less scenic hill stations. Then realised it was all for the better. Probably it is this lack of promotion that made this place so much more tranquil and so much less commercialised.

Day 3: Tiger Hills and the road to Gangtok

One of the most publicised events in Darjeeling is the early morning sun rise view from Tiger Hills. The promised USP being a full view of Kanchenjunga and a sight of the sun rising out of the montains. So, along with all other tourists across Darjeeling, we were also unceremoniously woken up by our hotelier at a time when the Sun hasnt yet contemplated saying Good Morning. And we made our way across the biting cold in a Tata Sumo, in pitch darkness, to the promised land. And what a dud it turned out to be. The sun rise was attractive as the sun rise observable from my 12th floor flat in Mumbai. And, the day being so misty, the Kanchenjunga view never quite materialized. And so I left the place disappointed, dejected and depressed, more with the fact that I got up at 3:30AM, than with the sad view. Visited a couple of other places in the Daqrjeeling region, before finally packing our bags for Gangtok.

After Darjeeling, Gangtok was to be an anti-climax. The Lonely Planet travel guide to India that was our single most important travel companion, didnt have many nice things to say about the place. "Unattractive Commercialization", the Guide said. And boy, were we mistaken. And how wrong the Guide turned out to be .. Gangtok proved to be several shades above what Darjeeling was.

The drive to Gangtok was rather eventless. Very pleasant. And quite breathtaking. A major part of the drive was along the course of the river Teesta. Some really scenic views in that region. Totally green locales. Gangtok's initial appearances were deceptive. And matched what the Guide had to say about in relation to the "Unattractive Commercialization" part. The Gangtok city does give you an appearance of being ungainly. But the real treasures of Gangtok lie above the city, as we discovered the next day.

This has grown a bit too long. Hasnt it? Lets end Part I here. Rest will be continued in Part II. And believe me, Part II is where the fun actually begins.

C for Calcutta .. D for Darjeeling .. - Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - --> 2 comments

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