tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41928794142727119462024-03-13T07:49:56.134+05:30Bhangarh-RevisitedA travelogue about my recent visit to Bhangarh with my friends.
Start reading from the first post "Introduction" till the end "Home Sweet Home .."Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-57588650946027935092011-02-10T02:15:00.001+05:302011-02-10T02:16:57.897+05:30Home Sweet Home .....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">While going back home from Noida, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Kuch bhi kaho, maja aa gaya</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Haan woh to hai, mujhe to drive karne main maja aa gaya. Bareilly jaane ka experience bhi kaam aa gaya. Papa ne mujhe highway driving pe kaafi tips diye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I forgot to mention in my previous post, that I was constantly navigating Shobhit on the highway. Though, I'm not very good at it, but still gave my best shot and it helped him a bit. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ohk, sahi hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Apart from that, another task that I was doing is I was constantly updating Shruti (our dear friend) about our location and condition. As soon as we reached Gurgaon, me and her were on a constant SMS exchange spree and I was updating her about every move that we made. When we reached Noida, she was at peace and I don't know if she slept after that or not. (LOL) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon, we reached Ghaziabad, and Shobhit dropped me home. It was around 0115 Hrs and we both were dead tired. I asked him to SMS me once he reaches home. Around 0130 Hrs, I got a SMS from him that he has reached safely. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, that was our short trip 18-19 hour trip. We learned many things from the trip and we are gonna take care of all the things and little stupid things that we missed this time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again, I would like to thank Shobhit and Jeetu for taking me out of the dilemma by planning this trip and I look forward to many such trips in the near future with some more friends and some more experiences. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would love to have your feedback about this travelogue. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope you had a good time reading this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Signing off till the next one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yatin. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-58877321140281390262011-02-10T02:06:00.000+05:302011-02-10T02:06:57.272+05:30Pollution Check Certificate ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">All three of us were having eagle eyes on every petrol pump that was coming on the highway. We didn't realize that we were still in Rajasthan and according to the owner of that BP petrol pump, we would surely find one in Haryana. We kept on driving, crossed the Rajasthan bored, entered into Haryana, but we couldn't find a single pollution checking unit. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Yaar uncle ne 25 Km pe bola tha ki aa jayega but abhi tak to kuch nahin aaya hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Hmm, chalo dekhte hai. Waise, Delhi main panga hona nahin chahiye. Press Card hai, thoda chala ke bach jayenge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : But, still milega to karwa lenge. 30-35 Rs ke liye kyun tension kare faaltu ki.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Haan, theek hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, again the search for a pollution check unit began but no luck.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then near Neemrana, we found the first pollution check unit and I went all crazy because of the fact that at least we are out of one trouble. Quickly jumped out of the car and started a conversation with the concerned person,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Bhaiyya, pollution check ho jayega kya ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guy : Haan ho jayega </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Superb ! Kar do yaar. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guy : Hold this camera and focus it on the number plate of the car.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Meanwhile, Shobhit parked his car in the right orientation. I helped the guy with focusing camera on the number plate. He didn't perform the test properly, handed over the certificate in my hand and asked for 30 bucks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aapne check to kiya hi nahin ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guy : Arre bhaisahab sab theek hai, aap tension free hoke jaao.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another guy : Ab 3 mahine tak khoob ghoomo isko leke, Koi tension nahi hogi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Hmm, theek hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I gave him the money, punched Shobhit 2-3 times as I was all cheered up having that certificate in my hand. Silly me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again, we hit the road and this time all we cared about is reaching Ghaziabad in the minimum possible time. I was sure that once we crossed Manesar, then everything would be smooth. No jams nothing. Well my guess was slightly wrong. With too many diversions on NH-8, it was a chaos but somehow Shobhit and me managed to get out of those while Jeetu was dreaming. YES, he actually slept on the back seat. Lucky Dog !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me and Shobhit were sure that once we reached Gurgaon, then it is hardly going to take 1:30 Hrs to reach Ghaziabad and hit the sack. We entered Gurgaon around 0015 Hrs and Shobhit's sister called me up </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Didi : Kahan pahunche ? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Didi, Gurgaon main hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Didi : Tab to kam se kam 1-1.5 ghanta aur lagega tum logo ko</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Haan didi, kam lagna chahiye but itna to maan ke chalo aap.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Didi : Achcha, Shobhit se baat karwao</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I handed over the phone to Shobhit, he had a small conversation with Didi. He was already superb pissed off with the traffic jams and now he was like in a very bad state of mine. But, it has got nothing to do with the conversation he had with his sister. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ab delhi main enter hone waale hai </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Iss Jeetu sale ko jagah, I don't want to take any chances with the directions now. Delhi and flyovers near AIIMS confused me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Sone de, Dhaula Kuan pahunch ke jagata hoon isko.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon, we reached Dhaula Kuan. I asked Jeetu to wake up and help us with the directions. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu guided us with the directions to reach Ashram and soon we were on the DND flyway which is an eight-laned 9.2 km (5.7 mi) <sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"><span></span><span></span></sup>access controlled tolled expressway which connects Delhi to Noida, an industrial suburb area. The entire flyway was empty and soon we reached Film City, Sector - 16 Noida where we droped Jeetu and we headed towards Ghaziabad. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-29008300314277807932011-02-10T01:44:00.000+05:302011-02-10T01:44:52.341+05:30F.L.A.T<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">It was around 7:15 P.M and we were much behind Kotputli. The entire NH was in a bad shape and too many diversions lead to chaos and long traffic jams. Somehow, Shobhit was managing to listen to our non-sense talks and was keeping a keen eye on the highway in order to not to stuck in a jam. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly, a sound came and the car started misbehaving. The steering went out of control and Shobhit said its a FLAT. The first thing that came in my mind after listening the word "FLAT" was another very popular F word that ends with K and is considered as the most popular word under the mentioned set of conditions. (F**K).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Sala, kismat hi kharab hai</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Jo hai, so hai. Chalo karo tyre change.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Aaja chal, jaldi se karte hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were already running behind the schedule and this FLAT screwed the situation royally. Luckily, there was a tyre shop near the place where we stopped. Shobhit and Jeetu had a tough time changing the tyre and after replacing the tyre Jeetu went to that puncture shop to get the puncture fixed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While, jeetu was getting the tyre fixed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Sala, koi plan banao to usme bhasad pehle hoti hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Abey chhod na, abhi ho jayega theek, phir bhagao gaadi tum.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Mera to dimaag kharab ho raha hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It took more than expected time for Jeetu to get the tyre fixed. He was around 200 meters away from us. I decided to go to him and checkout what is wrong. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Kya hua be ? Itna time kyun lag gaya hai ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Abey yaar, tyre phat gaya hai ??</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : WHAT ?? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Puncture waala : Yeh dekhiye bhai sahab.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Shit man. Now what are we gonna do ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Kuch jugaad karwa rahe hai, bhaiyya bol rahe hai ki chal jayega, bas road road pe chalana hai agar yeh waala tyre lagaya to. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Hmm, chalo, lets get it done. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I was waiting for the puncture waala to finish his job. I recieved a call from Shobhit's mom. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Beta, Kahan pe ho ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty bas chal chuke hai, raaste main hai, bahot traffic jam hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Kitne baje chale the wahan se ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty chal diye the 4 baje ke kareeb. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Aur kitna time lagega ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Pata nahi aunty, 2-3 ghante aur lagne chahiye, but bahot jyada traffic jam hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Theek hai beta, dhyan se aana tum log.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a matter of fact, I knew that the deadline given to us is gonna get violated. First of all, this FLAT, then the condition of NH-8. By the time, the puncture waala set us free with the Jugaad tyre, it was already 8:00 P.M. Me and Jeetu reached near the car. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : I have an idea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Kya ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Lets sit in the car and roll first. Will tell you on the way. We are getting late.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit started the car and we were again on the road. This time more careful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : See, Papa's factory is near Rewari which is around 90 Km odd from here. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : To ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : I think we should spend the night there in the guest house and then we'll start early morning. Suppose, if something went wrong in the middle of the night on highway. What are we gonna do ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit got lost in a thought process. His mind stopped working. Again Tension took its toll on him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Nahin yaar, chalte hai. Jo hoga dekha jayega.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Behror aana baaki hai na abhi ? Wahan pe bhi to room leke reh sakte hai</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Haan, but kya fayeda, thoda aur aage chalke free main rahenge. (Spoken like a typical baniya)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Chalte hai yaar, jo hoga dekha jayega.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit kept silent for a few minutes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Tujhe kya hua ? Kuch to bol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Chhod yaar, ghar hi chal rahe hai. Jo hoga dekha jayega raaste main.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : To lo bhagwan ka naam aur bhagao gaadi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Pollution check karwa lenge raaste main, pata nahin warna Delhi main kuch bhasad ho gayi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me and Shobhit both agreed to his statement and started looking for a pollution checking center on the highway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were about to reach Behror, where suddenly Jeetu shouted </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Oye, woh raha pollution checking centre.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Chalo, karwate hai jaldi se.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit turned his car towards that BP petrol pump but soon we realized that the checking center was closed. The owner of that petrol pump was there. He was around 50-55 years of age. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Uncle, pollution check karwana tha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Owner : Beta, woh to band ho gaya hai yahan. Woh aadmi ghar chala gaya hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then, we realized it was around 9:15 P.M. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Uncle, dekh lijiye kuch ho sake to, humain Delhi jaana hai aur pollution certificate nahin hoga to challan ho jayega</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Owner : Bete, yahan to possible nahi hai. Hota to main karwa deta. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Uncle aage aur koi padega ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Owner : Arre haan, bahot saare hai. Jaise hi Haryana main enter karoge, bahot saare pollution checking units mil jayenge aap logo ko.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Chalo theek hai uncle. Thanks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We hopped in the car and left the petrol pump.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-62308058796531765072011-02-10T01:10:00.002+05:302011-02-10T01:25:10.048+05:30The Shahpura Incident.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">NH-8 was badly traffucked that day. The entire highway is in bad shape because of the six lane project that is going on. Too many by-passes and utter chaos out there made difficult for Shobhit to drive down to Delhi. I was expecting a smooth run on the highway but its condition said it all. Pathetic is an underrated word to be used for it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another thing is patience. Indians keep "patience" at home when they move out of their houses on their vehicles. Every one is in hurry as if Katrina Kaif and Ranbir Kapoor are giving away free kisses on first come first serve basis. You would find very few patient people on the highway. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, we crossed the Manoharpur toll and headed towards Shahpura. The entire highway was traffucked as I mentioned earlier. In between we had delicious lunch cum dinner at some hotel The food was good and reasonable. The tea served there did not please both Shobhit and Jeetu and they had a bit of an argument over the payments to be made for that lousy tea. Jeetu grabbed a coffee from Cafe Coffee Day and we moved on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit's car is registered with an Uttaranchal number. At Shahpura, while we were stuck in a traffic jam, two policemen came near our car and asked us to park on a side. All three of us were like what the F***.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Kya hua ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thulla 1 : Side main aa jao.<br />
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Thulla 2 : Kahan se aa rahe ho ?<br />
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Me : Jaipur se.<br />
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Thulla 2 : Achcha, side main lagao gaadi<br />
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Me : Shobhit, laga yaar side main.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit parked the car on a side, went inside and asked me to wait in the car itself. After a few minutes he came back and asked me to give him the Registration and Insurance certificates from the dashboard. He took them with him went inside and came out again and asked for the Pollution Certificate ...... I was like DAMN, now from where do I give that to you ????</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were not having a Pollution certificate and that gave rise to our chances of getting royally screwed by Shahpura ke thulle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit went inside the check post office and told the officer that he is not carrying pollution certificate with him. Jeetu is very good in dealing with policemen. As, Shobhit and Jeetu both are media people and always carry their press cards with them, it was easy for them to manipulate those policemen and soon they set us free without any bribe. With our screwed minds, it took us some time to get normal and we again got busy into our usual bakar. But, another thing was waiting for us .......</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-31496747120649211482011-02-10T00:39:00.002+05:302011-02-10T00:49:19.168+05:30The Missed Call ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">If it was a missed call on phone, it would not have affected us. But, it was a missed call from Jeetu's stomach that was full of shit. (LMAO). If you remember, I told you in beginning, both Jeetu and Shobhit didn't receive nature's call in the morning. So, its adverse effects started coming out from Jeetu. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A.C was blowing cold air in full throttle and we were busy in usual bakar. Suddenly,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Yeh ajeeb si smell kahan se aayi ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Hey ram , kaun hai yeh ...... chi chi </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Uff .... Put down the windows. let the fresh air come in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu (woke up from silence) : It was me who did that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Screw you sale, tune to humain maarne ka full program set kar raha hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Sale, tu abhi jaa aur halka hoke aa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
I think that was the teekha Gol Gappe's effect that Jeetu started bombarding us with his silent missiles. He had already declared that he was going to supply some farms with his manure. He wanted to do the entire task in an open ground.<b> I remember this dialogue from the movie Ishqiya : "Peepal tale paadenge aur Nadi kinaare haggenge , Pichwaade pe kya thandi thandi hawa lagegi" (ROFLMAO, I just can't stop laughing).</b> The same dialogue must be going in Jeetu's mind when he declared that he is gonna shit in a farm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu grabbed a bottle full of water, as Shobhit stopped the car after a heavy discussion about the perfect place to download his stuff. Jeetu went and got back after half an hour. Meanwhile, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Yeh sala kar kya raha hai itni der tak ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Pata nahin bhai, lagta hai maamla gambheer hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Main to open grounds main kabhi kar hi nahi sakta. I don't feel comfortable because I never tried that. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was literally laughing like anything listening to all this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, Jeetu came with a sign of relief on his face and hopped in and we began our journey back home. The roads were good and Shobhit was enjoying the drive. Soon we left NH-11A and joined NH-8 which headed towards Delhi. Crossed the Manoharpur toll and headed towards Shahpura where another incident was waiting for us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-37273204323050084572011-02-10T00:24:00.001+05:302011-02-10T00:27:29.800+05:30From Bhangarh to NH-8 ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">We started from Bhangarh at around 3:00 P.M. For a mere 1 hour trip to Bhangarh, we came all the way from Ghaziabad to visit the place and now it was time to head back towards home. All thanks to Anukraman Sir for guiding us to escape out from those silly stupid F'ed up roads and telling us another route which was amazing. We enjoyed every bit of our drive and suddenly before Raisar a beautiful patch came up which made us stop and click some pictures. The place was beautiful and Shobhit and Jeetu both went crazy seeing that. I had been there 2-3 times while doing recce for The Monsoon Ride - 2009 so I was OK with everything. Here are some pics.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we started from this section, we were busy chatting and abusing each other and discussion various philosophical and practical things about life, a missed call came that shook all of us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-64023170459653048432011-02-10T00:14:00.000+05:302011-02-10T00:14:59.021+05:30Our encounter with Langurs ..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Langurs and Monkeys are some of the nasty creatures on earth. No wonder, they are our ancestors.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu was carrying a bag full of his bananas (The Monkey Effect) , Grapes and Ber. He sat near us, opened his bag and started hogging on bananas. We were all relaxing out and didn't realize a whole troop of langurs were waiting to attack that plastic bag. There was an uncle with his grand daughter that were sitting near us. They also had to get up because those langurs acted really nasty to grab that bag full of fruits. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Somehow, Jeetu didn't leave his FRUITS and those langurs took away his Bananas. (Stop running your wild horses of imagination, its the fruit that I'm talking about here :P :P ). Jeetu managed to save grapes and ber inside the bag. I kind of feel fattu when monkeys are near me. I grabbed my phone and managed to run away from the site and was constantly abusing Jeetu for bringing that bag of fruits with him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit and me got up from there and parked ourselves at a place far away from the previous one. Jeetu, who fought with langurs over his packet full of fruits came near us hiding that packet inside his jacket. He opened that packet again and Shobhit started popping grapes with Jeetu. But, they were not lucky enough.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly, 3-4 more langurs came and grabbed the entire bag again. This time they were in no mood to leave that packet. Our bag, mobile phones, camera everything was lying there. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Abey sale, mera bag aur jacket to utha le. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Mere bas ki nahin hai, main to bhaag raha hoon yahan se (Spoken like a true Fattu). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Abey kuch nahi hoga. Tension mat le.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But, Shobhit and Tension are insaperable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Abey yaar, utha laa be jacket, please.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Arre kuch nahi karenge yeh log. Tu aaram se baith.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit was very concerned about his bag and jacket. He went near those langurs who were busy hogging on those "Free ke Fruits" and slowly got hold of his bag and jacket, snatched it away and came back. Jeetu was all sad because the langurs didn't offer him any of his fruits. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Main jaa raha hoon yahan se. Main aur nahin jhel sakta hoon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Haan yaar chalte hai, gaadi main baithenge. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : ( was constantly staring those langurs and was abusing them to the core.) Chalo chalte hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, all dead tired souls tracked back the same path that got us inside the premises of Bhangarh palace. Our most awaited visit to Bhangarh came to an end as soon as we stepped out of the main gate.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I called up Anukraman sir to ask about the route which we should take on our way to back to Delhi. In the middle of discussion I proposed Jeetu and Shobhit about going to Jaipur as it was around 100 Kms away from Bhangarh, but they both said no. Anukraman Sir is very good with directions and he told me another route which would connect to NH-11A and then straight to NH-8 at Manoharpur via Sainthal and Raisar. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, we parked our asses in the car. Switched on the A.C as it was really very hot and started moving back home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-51954800900782403172011-02-09T23:53:00.000+05:302011-02-09T23:53:28.459+05:30L.O.S.T<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">I kept walking inside the palace without thinking where Shobhit and Jeetu were. Landed inside a stranded room and felt a bit dizzy. When I looked around, I could see no one else. It was me all alone there. I traced my steps back and came out of that room and started looking for both of them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Found out that they were busy shooting each other(not with the gun, but with the camera). Here are some pics. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> That is what I did and the camera was with these two buggers who were busy posing for it and getting clicked. Here are some illustrations :P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgyoyvJpHMM1P3-ggzqjpSANw6Xso9toYFajNtjEJcczaKigZpnOuRufPmY1BGUcMye7KS1hYmVZ3IY4J9I34TV_4C8BT-c2-kXKYK0IV99et0N68XA_47WrnOHl8aDu_3hO9gVGU_LE/s1600/DSC01382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgyoyvJpHMM1P3-ggzqjpSANw6Xso9toYFajNtjEJcczaKigZpnOuRufPmY1BGUcMye7KS1hYmVZ3IY4J9I34TV_4C8BT-c2-kXKYK0IV99et0N68XA_47WrnOHl8aDu_3hO9gVGU_LE/s320/DSC01382.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was sitting at the highest point of the palace and could see both of them busy clicking each other like the newly weds do. After sitting there for 15-20 minutes and gulping a lot of water, it was the time I go down and relax myself in the grounds in front of the palace. So, I started stepping down carefully. Some of you might think that I'm exaggerating the situation when I stepped at a lower level, the entire place seemed like alien to me. I just could not figure out where to go and tried various exits in that chamber. After failing 2-3 times, I was able to figure out the right way that brought me on the main entrance of the queen's palace. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both Jeetu and Shobhit was still busy clicking each other. I gave a shout out to them</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Abey salo, bas karo be, main jaa raha hoon neeche, wahan garden main milta hoon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Abey, bas hum bhi aa rahe hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ok, aa jao, main chala, wahi pe milte hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I stepped down from the queen's palace and started moving towards the main gate from where we entered the Bhangarh palace. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I came back and parked my ass on the grounds of Bhangarh under a tree. I was dead tired and it was hot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZtMllgHCklhoiFO2yuUp3Hl6vaLCjbaa3k_2IHzd-nSPnr2CkToubcRwC-mn4g9R7HI9h922cwRXr1vsMxXzVFDNKRjqt6gq3U1Bmkbbc_CuXq8K0wLaO1aSb6bRbK9TlTycs4L1f1o/s1600/DSC01386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZtMllgHCklhoiFO2yuUp3Hl6vaLCjbaa3k_2IHzd-nSPnr2CkToubcRwC-mn4g9R7HI9h922cwRXr1vsMxXzVFDNKRjqt6gq3U1Bmkbbc_CuXq8K0wLaO1aSb6bRbK9TlTycs4L1f1o/s320/DSC01386.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Soon, shobhit came back and the first thing that he asked for was water. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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1. You won't feel that hungry because we all hogged on Gol Gappas<br />
2. No need to carry that extra baggage with you. Who would carry them.<br />
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And the third untold thing were the Langoors out there that gave us a tough time while we were sitting there in those gardens.<br />
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Contd. </div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-29005481264630773632011-02-09T23:03:00.001+05:302011-02-09T23:05:42.247+05:30The B.H.A.N.G.A.R.H<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, so much has been heard about the place in recent times, that is intriguing and makes people think about it. We were about the step into the domain of Bhangarh palace, but before that we thought to click some pictures.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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And passing by various ruins we reached the gate of the main palace.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">There behind both of them, you can see the Bhangarh palace. As you go inside these gates, you get to a beautiful temple with mesmerizing carved stone work. Jeetu showed his photography skills and clicked some pictures of both the temples that are in the area on opposite sides of the palace. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Personally, me and Shobhit are not very satisfied with the photography skills of Jeetu, but now we have no other option but to use these pics in this travelogue. I wish I had the camera in my hands. Never mind, one must learn to adjust.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, after seeing both the temples, it was the time that we enter the palace. But, before that something very interesting could be seen there. Showing it in pictures. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can read about Kewra here. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kewra">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kewra</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, after seeing these Kewra gardens, we headed towards THE HAUNTED PALACE OF BHANGARH. Here are some more pictures of the way that took us inside the palace. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdZe3EJaRYmilJu9FyRJ7hueYUOR2QeJ9Xru7QlFOKXvpZBCOnhQ5kVLVPK4CL6pV1NiR7mYU9mEgghsGxJQTdy9QjhYPcdFipYE7jb-EzyR55YdBYw-LCmCPn59UuhTS34Ei3BWWMY/s1600/DSC01334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdZe3EJaRYmilJu9FyRJ7hueYUOR2QeJ9Xru7QlFOKXvpZBCOnhQ5kVLVPK4CL6pV1NiR7mYU9mEgghsGxJQTdy9QjhYPcdFipYE7jb-EzyR55YdBYw-LCmCPn59UuhTS34Ei3BWWMY/s320/DSC01334.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a hard job to traverse the path, that takes you inside the palace. The angle of inclination is around 40-50 degrees which makes it very tough for a monster like me to go uphill and see the beauty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time, Bhangarh was bustling with people. So many students and families could be seen visiting the place. Some students were shouting at the top of their voices and were disturbing the whole mood of the place. I got very furious seeing the condition of the place as visitors have littered around the whole place. You can see beer cans, plastic bags and many other things dumped here and there. We Indians, we have this habit of screwing up every heritage site and it was very evident there. Well, nothing can be done regarding this. So, we started moving on and after sometime , I could see that I was all alone in the palace and couldn't figure out where Shobhit and Jeetu were. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-42620981806333535072011-02-09T22:31:00.000+05:302011-02-09T22:31:36.010+05:30Reaching Bhangarh .....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">They say if you desperately want something, then it is never easy to lay your hands on it. This thing Shobhit was realized yet one more time when we left Thanagazi for Bhangarh. Again the F'ed up road gave him a tough time to reach Bhangarh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Yaar, sahi mein, hadd ho gayi hai, yeh sala kab aayega Bhangarh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aayega yaar, bas thodi door hi hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Sale, tu kabse bol raha hai thodi door hai thodi door hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Kya karu be, ab yeh bol dunga ki abhi 100 Km aur hai to tumhari himmat toot jayegi :P :P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Sale, abhi 100 Km aur chalani hai kya gaadi mujhe ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Nahin be, bas thodi si hi door hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit & Jeetu both : $%^%^&^%$#$^&%^%&%^%$^$ (You know what it means)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, with road deep dug on both side, Shobhit was constantly abusing that when will Bhangarh come and I kept consoling him that it will come, you focus on driving. Every time we used to ask a localite "How far is Bhangarh" ? We used to get the same answer every time, "Abhi 25-30 Km aur hai". When they said this line, Shobhit's expression was worth watching. Anyways, we were close to the place and he kept driving and as we were approaching our destination, he was getting more and more hopeless thinking about the fact ki "abhi 25-30 Km aur hai".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After sometime, I noticed the gate of Ajabgarh. Thats when I realized "Ab Bhangarh door nahin". I told both of them, "bas pahunch gaye Bhangarh, it is not very far from this place". As we were approaching our final destination, I could feel the excitement that was running through Shobhit's body and his facial expressions were loud yet lousy because of the increasing heat. He was sweating from every inch of his body (Literally). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you drive from Ajabgarh to Bhangarh, you get to see the most beautiful landscapes. There was a small water body which was filled with water and some bird. It was very far from the road so we couldn't go there. Jeetu and Shobhit were enjoying the view and I was getting all nostalgic about the place, remembering The Monsoon Ride -2009.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After, some time, we noticed this board </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And that is when we realized that we have reached Bhangarh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Finally, aa gaye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Haan yaar, thank god.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Jeetu, 2-3 pics le le iss board ke aur Yatin, tujhe ek travelogue likhna hai iske baare main</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ok boss. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, that is how the idea of writing this travelogue popped up. Jeetu clicked some more pictures of this board.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And after clicking these pics, we took the right turn and straight away headed towards our final Destination Bhangarh. The main palace was visible from this turn only and it increased Shobhit's excitement because till date he's only heard and read about the place. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, after driving a few more thousand meters, we were in the parking of Bhangarh. Got the slip and we slipped into the haunted palace of Bhangarh. Jeetu took all the fruits with him and I was carrying bag having water and cold-drink in it. Damn it was heavy and it was getting hotter and hotter. We reached Bhangarh around 2:00 P.M. Exactly 7.5 Hrs after we left from Ghaziabad, Damn thats a hell lot of time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-77870106604254179682011-02-09T16:01:00.000+05:302011-02-09T16:01:06.279+05:30Thanagazi and Gol Gappe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. Make sure you don't fight with me over Gol Gappe and Chocolate because for them I can murder anyone on this planet. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, sun was rising and so was the heat. We took the Thanagazi waala road and screwed ourselves royally. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeetu : Yaar ab to bhookh lagni shuru ho gayi hai. Humain kuch le lena chahiye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Abey, bhai, mujhe to bilkul bhookh nahin hai, tum log le lo jo bhi tumhe khaana hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Haan yaar, kuch to le lena chahiye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we passed through a small village, I dont remember its name. Shobhit remembered that it was a high time that he has to make a call to his Dad. He stopped the car in the middle of a village and asked Jeetu to get down and grab some fruits for both of them. Shobhit asked for Grapes and Jeetu ( A monkey in disguise who can kill someone for Bananas) got his favorite bananas and some ber for all three of us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While Jeetu was busy buying fruits and I was roaming here and there near our car. A gol gappe waala came and asked us to park our car somewhere else, as that place was his daily stand to put up his gol gappe ka stall. From my childhood days, I am very fond of this tangy, spicy street food and I cannot resist myself from trying them at different places. But, the cheapest Gol gappas I ever had were like Rs. 1 ke 3 and that too when I was very young and used to visit my naani's place in Jaipur. In NCR, they are very costly like Rs.5 ke 3 :( :( .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, as I saw that gol gappe waala, my hunger started knocking in my head and I wanted to give a try to those. I asked gol gappe waala</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Bhaiyya, kis hisaab se hai ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He : 1 Rs ke 2 </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : 1 Rs ke 2 ..... WOW .... jara paani taste karwa do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till now, Jeetu was on my side with a paper katori in his hand like I was standing. We tasted the water and it was AWESOME. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Bhaiyya, bina ruke khilaate jao.Wahan Delhi main to theek se gol gappe khaa bhi nahin sakte hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He : Kyun ??</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : 5 Rs ke 3 dete hai yaar, jeb hi khaali ho jaaye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, that was it. Bhaiyya prepared aloo ka masala and we started hogging on those delicious gol gappas. ( Damn, my mouth is watering now ...... slurrrrrrrrpppppppppp ) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit also finished his chit chat with uncle and we asked him to join us. Initially, he was a bit skeptical about trying them out but he tasted one as a trial and then he joined the league. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit was the first person to get done with the gol gappas, then Jeetu and I was the last one. I just couldn't stop myself eating those. ( Jaise ki jindagi main kabhi khaane ke liye nahin milenge dobara). To admit something I am the biggest bhukkad of our group and there are many famous stories that keep on making the rounds within our group. But, who cares, I am born to eat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Me : Bhaiyya, kitne paise ho gaye ?<br />
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He : bees rupaye <br />
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Me : Bas, bees hi hue hai abhi tak<br />
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Yes, all three of us had 40 gol gappe, WOW, and I can vouch for it that I had the most. So, we got done with the a little snack break and started moving on towards our destination Bhangarh. <br />
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</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-79195315610951909242011-02-09T15:34:00.002+05:302011-02-09T15:43:27.205+05:30Sariska Tiger Reserve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sariska is near Alwar city and is popular known for Sariska Tiger Reserve. Read more about the place <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sariska">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
When we entered Sariska, I told both of them, here the road would be super F'ed up. I was told by Anukraman sir that the maintenance of the roads through the reserve is bad. This is done in order to keep the people passing through the reserve in slow speeds. We just entered the reserve and both Shobhit and Jeetu were mesmerized by the beauty of the place. Shobhit was constantly missing his friends as last year he went to Siliserh Lake with his office group. We also passed through the road which ends up on Siliserh. Shobhit was all nostalgic and was sharing all those moments with us. Even I was feeling nostalgic about the whole thing, because on these roads I have traveled many times with Anukraman Sir to find a suitable track for The Monsoon Ride 2010.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As you enter Sariska reserve from Alwar side, after a few kilometers you can see a dried water body. There is a small diversion kind of thing which crosses over the dried water body and again meets at the same F'ed up road. I asked Shobhit to take that turn and enjoy the beauty of the place. As soon as we reached there, we jumped out of car and started posing for the camera. Jeetu got familiar with a local guy who was there with a flock of goats. He also posed with a some weapon that looked like a sickle. He was looking like a executioner. Here are some pictures. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon after posing for the camera, I asked Shobhit to speed up a bit as we were lagging as per our schedule. But, Sariska did it all for us. To cover the entire 25 Km stretch, it took us more than a hour. WTF, seriously it was a WTF thing for us. Just after we crossed Sariska, we started asking for directions from the locals out there, as we had lost enough time because of those F'ed up roads. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had to take the route via Tehla, but because some locals told us that we should go via Thanagazi, we took that road and that was the biggest mistake that we made. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div></div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-56674145525650974502011-02-09T00:10:00.001+05:302011-02-09T00:11:59.434+05:30Nature and its call<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, its a double meaning title that I've given to this post.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing that I got to know while we were hogging that lousy Mc'D stuff, that both Jeetu and Shobhit had not received nature's call in the morning. I warned them to not to give miss calls while we are on the way and they kept their promise till we reached Bhangarh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, after finishing the Mc'D stuff, we again hit the NH and decided to stop after we reach Alwar by-pass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Meanwhile, while listening to the songs, I noticed that something was wrong with that bloodsucking Aux. cable which was plugged into my phone. If I kept it straight, then only, we could hear to songs. After struggling a lot with that silly cable, I decided to hold the cell phone in my hand and keep it properly so that we could listen to some songs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After taking left turn from Dharuheda, the nightmares began. Jeetu was sitting on the backseat and made himself so comfortable that he slept. The entire road was in a bad shape and we had a tough time to cover that stretch of around 50 odd Km. Somehow or the other, we managed to reach Alwar by-pass and from there I called up Pradeep Sir ( as Alwar is his hometown) to clear some doubts about the road which had to taken. He guided us over the phone and we were blazing on the road after that till we reached Sariska Tiger Reserve.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-61486243818276582842011-02-08T23:54:00.003+05:302011-02-08T23:59:05.672+05:30NH-8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have so many memories attached with National Highway 8. There was a time, when I used to traverse it many times in a month. Well, gone are those days and I was on this highway after 6 months. Too many places to remember and too many memories that were surfacing on my mind. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7dwFcFkOMzwAsqcIjqK237qwe1w0JxJakl1a5IFjJIVovcTrNb0BBCSWpY1KjE5VGkdivzPSj1jwNX8mqbURVHk1mbeZEbFBGPOew3ZIGxm_zABAFeyNCrdr6NAEyKh0WbHCzTxiN-g/s1600/DSC01206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7dwFcFkOMzwAsqcIjqK237qwe1w0JxJakl1a5IFjJIVovcTrNb0BBCSWpY1KjE5VGkdivzPSj1jwNX8mqbURVHk1mbeZEbFBGPOew3ZIGxm_zABAFeyNCrdr6NAEyKh0WbHCzTxiN-g/s320/DSC01206.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As none of us had our breakfast, we decided to take our first break at McDonalds near Manesar. I've been there 3-4 times before. So, we reached there and saw something that made our tongues hung out of our mouths.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, well, guys only drool for 3 things i.e. Beer, Babes and Bikes. And, Beer and Babes were definitely not there. BIKES .... WHOOAAAAAAAA ! I never saw so many super bikes at a time. I couldn't recognize which model and make the bikes were ( I'm very bad at it) but whatever I saw, it was amazing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Faadu bikes hai yaar. Inki bikes ka ek pic le kya ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Abey chhod sale, yeh logo ka attitude over the top hota hai. Just enjoy what you're seeing. I'll go and get some stuff from inside. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those guys parked their bikes in the Mc'D's parking and when I passed by them ... I was drooling (not literally). Went inside, the place was full with Chinese people. Ching Ching Chow Chow, they were busy bullshitting around. I grabbed a paneer salsa for me and 3 burger meals for all of us. (Double treat for me :P :P). The menu there was something I had never seen so got confused and used my common sense ( which backfires sometimes) and grabbed some stupid burgers having mashed potatoes with sweet corn and some shitty green leaves and another thing which was again made up of friend potatoes. ( P.S. They were not french fries). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While we were having our lousy Mc'D meal, all of us used our creative skills with the camera and clicked some pictures. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-62757078607996290692011-02-08T23:28:00.000+05:302011-02-08T23:28:40.204+05:30Delhi wala Petrol Pump<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, we reached this Indian Oil petrol pump in Delhi and decided to get air pressure checked in tyres. While he was filling up the tyres,<br />
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Shobhit : Yaar, ek panga hai<br />
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Me : Kya hua be ?<br />
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Shobhit : Yaar gaadi ka pollution nahin ho rakha hai :(<br />
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Me : Sale @#$%^$%^%^, itni gaadi chalata hai tu, aur pollution nahi karwa ke rakha hai ?? @#%$^$%<br />
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Shobhit : Ab tu shlok sunane band kar, we need to find a pollution check station.<br />
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Me : Lets get the tank full first.<br />
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Another photo session began at the petrol pump. Here are some pics.<br />
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One question : Am I looking fat in these pics ??? :P :P <br />
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So, another Rs.1200 for the fuel and the next thing on the list was to locate a pollution check point. The petrol pump waale bhaiyya told us that none of them would open before 9:00 A.M and we had no time to wait for them.<br />
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Jitu : Abey aisi ki taisi, Press Card kab kaam aayega, abhi chalo, baad main dekhte hai, highway pe karwa lenge Pollution check.<br />
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Shobhit : Haan, mil to jayenge hi wahan pe<br />
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Me : Haan theek hai yaar, chalo lets roll.<br />
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And the actual trip began now as we were geared up with everything minus pollution certificate.<br />
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Contd.</div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-58452386895200452862011-02-08T23:03:00.001+05:302011-02-08T23:03:46.435+05:30The Trip Begins !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, finally the trip began. We had to take this route. ( Thanks to Google maps)<br />
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It was around 270 Kms from my place and we were expecting to reach Bhangarh within 6 odd hours. So, the journey began and the first thing that we had to do was fuel up the car. Before hitting NH-24, we went to a petrol pump and asked him to fuel up for Rs.300. <br />
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P.S. We were not driving a super specialized vehicle that only petrol worth Rs. 300 would make us reach Bhangarh. We decided to get tank full in Delhi as petrol is cheap there. ( Free ka gyaan, that everyone knows :P :P ).<br />
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Some pics from the petrol pump :P :P<br />
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The best thing about digital camera is, you can click kahin bhi and kabhi bhi and no one would say "Abey saale, photos kam kheech, roll khatam ho jayega) :P :P :P<br />
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After a small photo session at the petrol pump. The next destination was another Indian Oil petrol pump of Delhi. Meanwhile, Jeetu tried to capture morning blues in the camera.<br />
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Contd.</div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-80296696330069890392011-02-08T22:36:00.000+05:302011-02-08T22:36:38.026+05:30Waiting and Waiting and Waiting !!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">I was ready by 6:15 A.M and I hate waiting for people. But, surprisingly, at sharp 6:30 both of them came and started blowing horns on the main gate of my colony. As usual super idiot watchmen was sleeping. He got up opened the gate and there they were in front of my house. Jeetu got down and met mom. ( He was meeting my mom for the first time). He touched her feet and I had intimated my mom about him and his marriage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0EReETeKyc">P.S. Ohh yea, I forgot to tell you. Jeetu is getting married on 6th March 2011. ( Zor ka jhatka haye zoro se laga ... ) </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My mom is very good at leg pulling. She speaks less but when she does, it hits bang on. So, her first dialogue when she met Jeetu was "Bachelors going on a road trip, Loot lo aazaadi ke maje, baad main biwiyo ko leke jaaya karna". Indirectly, this line of hers was for me and Shobhit too. (He was busy with his car, so he didn't listen to what she said).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mom's next instruction was for Shobhit " Beta, gaadi ko gaadi ki tarah samajhna". It said everything. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And, the next thing I did was, hopped in the car and the very first thing that I did was plugged in my phone with the jugaad auxiliary cable that I got for Rs.20.And, we were all ready to roll.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A big shoutout to the beginning of our trip and the first song that was played </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z_TfqqmTewI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-61927108038987152592011-02-08T22:26:00.000+05:302011-02-08T22:26:04.541+05:30The quirky alarm ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">What happens when you get a wake up call by a Papa Roach song. I love Papa Roach and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0lSpNtjPM8">Last Resort</a> is my favorite song. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, 6th Feb began with </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cut My Life into pieces, this is my last resort ..... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That was my morning alarm. PURELY SADISTIC.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quickly got up and attended the nature's call. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They say, you get involved with best thought process that goes in your mind while you're in the loo. And same goes for me too. :P </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next thing that I decided to do is "give a wake up call to Shobhit". To be honest, I was not expecting both of them before 7:30. But, these people surprised me. They were awake at dot 5:30 AM. Here is a brief conversation that we had.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Goods the mornings</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Good morning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : So raha tha ya jaag gaya ? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Bas abhi utha hoon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aage ka kya scene ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Ready rehna, 6:30 tak aa jayenge tere ghar pe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ok, waiting for you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, took a shower, got dressed up, packed some stuff in a small Red Black Adidas bag which was totally going with my Black and Red Adidas sweat shirt .... ( Matching, matching .... :P :P ). The next thing which I did was emptied my phone with all the photographs, documents and every random shitty stuff and loaded it with songs. This was the first time, me and Shobhit, we were going for such a long trip together in last 10 years of our friendship. I was super excited.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-24903987049305569842011-02-08T09:39:00.001+05:302011-02-08T09:40:07.163+05:30The BHASAD ...........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">The exact details of what happened in the office were told to me much later and I would disclose them later in this blog. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, it was around 1:00 A.M and I had hit the bed, with my phone on silent mode. Suddenly, light started flashing on it ... I was lying with my eyes closed and with an upset mind saying that "Saala, hadd ho gayi hai ab to".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My mom, don't know what happened suddenly told me that check if my phone was ringing. And yes it was. Mom's are always right. It was Shobhit's call.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Kya kar raha tha be ? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Kuch nahi yaar, bas abhi sone ke liye leta tha. Bata kya hua ? Itni raat mein phone kaise ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Tune packing kar li ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Packing kya karni hai yaar, ek chhote se bag main samaan hi to daalna hai, but to bata scene kya hai ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : ( in a melodramatic voice .. bloody actor :P :P ) Subah, 6:30 we would be hitting the road and one more good news, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=657426259">Jitu</a> bhi hamare saath chal raha hai. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : WHAT !!! Awesome, kal to main bahot maje maarne waala hoon by god ki kasam. Tu bas camera rakh lena.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Haan, woh sab main rakh lunga. Finally, we are going as per plan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Haan yaar, seriously, chalo phir subah milte hai.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, we were set to roll at 6:30 in the morning. I was super excited and the first thing that I did was set an alarm for 5:00 A.M. I didn't want to mess up anything and that is why I packed everything up at that time itself and hit the sack.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-82678918651348927292011-02-08T09:15:00.000+05:302011-02-08T09:15:14.302+05:30The longest evening of recent times .......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Car was done. I was sure that everything is perfect in it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, as I said earlier, these media people they never know what is coming next for them. So, the next thing for which we had to wait was that Shobhit shouldn't be working on Sunday. He works for Pragya channel (The lifestyle channel with very low TRPs .... well whatever :P :P) as a head of scriptwriting department. It has been 6 months when he joined this channel as a scriptwriter and today he runs one entire show. Kudos to his efforts. So, we had to wait till 10:00 P.M on every Saturday evening to plan our Sunday. His boss Mr. Anil Rishi, he is a total workaholic and nothing but the work is always his priority. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, around 10:30 in the night, I was very much sure that we're not leaving for Bhangarh tomorrow, as I received no phone call from him. I was sitting on my laptop (not literally :P :P) and was surfing internet. Suddenly his call came and told me, office main kuch bhasad (slang for unwanted situation) ho gayi hai and I would be late today .... I was like DAMN .... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-71114287882665533142011-02-08T02:08:00.000+05:302011-02-08T02:11:28.511+05:30Preparations Began ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything must be well planned if you are going out with your friends and your family. Most importantly, the vehicle which would be your companion for your trip and in our case it was Shobhit's Zen. The first and foremost thing to be done was getting it in proper shape because 3-4 days back only, Shobhit with his family went to Bareilly and the car needed a tinge of service.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">These media people "Their life SUCK". No timings nothing. But, the interesting part about their day to day life is the kind of challenges they face. Creative instincts at their peak and they are constantly searching for something new. Their 8 hour shift would stretch to a 12 hour or even in a 24 hour shift and they cannot give an excuse for that to detain themselves with their regular work. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, so the initial discussions about the entire trip began on Google talk ( it saves a lot of money that we spend on calling). Who would be coming with us ? How much money should be there with us and most importantly, the car has to be checked before hitting the road. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a matter of fact, I'm not a very good driver. I know driving, but I'm not that skilled to drive well on a highway or any crowded place (every bloody place is crowded though) . I know I should be ashamed of this fact but I'm a true besharam and I don't care about it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The things which were to be done in the Zen were</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Engine Oil had to be changed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. The stereo was not working. FM was working though. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Regular dhulai, safai of the car. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. It had to be tanked up as we had decided to hit the road by 5:30 A.M.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I called up my friend (won't mention his name) to help me out with the entire thing because of the fact that I'm not good with cars and secondly he knew how to drive properly. But, the bugger went off to some other place after talking to me on phone and asking me to come to his place at around 15:15. After reaching his place, when I called him up to come outside, he told me that he is in Noida and won't be able to come with me and I was like WTF. ( Yes, I'm using the Eff word). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It has happened with me many times that, people whom I think I can rely upon turn out to be the biggest losers and now I've decided to not to be nice to them anymore. But, read more about that on my personal blog <a href="http://www.yatingupta.blogspot.com/">www.yatingupta.blogspot.com</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I decided to get all these things all alone myself. And what I did was ..... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Engine Oil : We can change it ourselves. Though, the used engine oil has to be taken out first, but we can always top it up ( I don't know if I'm right about this.). So, I got a litre of Castrol engine oil. (Castrol waalo ke liye free ki publicity) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Stereo Problem : Dunno, how to go about it, but then after discussing it with Shobhit, we jumped on to the auxillary 3.5 cm plug in cord and I got that for Rs. 20 from Shiva Tower (it is the computer accessory hub in Ghaziabad).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Regular dhulai safai can be compomised as car ki band to bajni hi thi Rajasthan jaake. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. And last but not the least, for tanking up the car, we decided to hit the road by 6:30 A.M as all the petrol pumps get opened up by 6:00 A.M</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After, doing all this, just to check if that auxillary cable would work or not, I went to Shobhit's place and asked for keys from Aunty. Sat in the car, plugged my Nokia E-63 using that cable in the car's stereo .... Liya bhagwaan ka naam ... and VOILA ..... it worked ...... and the first song that came in my mind was ...... "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SominalTheaterMUSIC#p/c/F1458B4604F5D2C9/0/rerIvsvmaDc">Sheila ki Jawani</a>" .... ;-) ;-) ( And the song has a story behind it ) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-11804074241381840762011-02-08T01:38:00.000+05:302011-02-08T01:46:06.163+05:30Mission ... failed or successful ??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">So, after having some senti discussion, some bakar and usual office stuff, we went to Shobhit's home. Aunty was in the kitchen and I was starving very badly (nothing new though, I am a bhukkad). I asked aunty</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty kya bana rahe ho ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Bete, parantha bana rahe hai </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty, ek parantha khila do, badi bhookh lagi hai (Besharam me :P )</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : Ek kya tumhe jitne khaane ho utne khao !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S : </div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Shobhit's home is like a second home to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Aunty is an awesome cook. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, after a few minutes, delicious matar paneer and paranthas came and as I always do ... Tooooot Padoooooooo ... hogged like anything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While thoosofying, I said to aunty </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty, want your permission.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : For what ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Aunty, we are planning to go for an outing for a day. We both are totally fed up with our daily routine and we need a break.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aunty : (After a few moments) OK, you both can go. But, promise me that you will be back on time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Sure, aunty don't worry about that. ( and I was jumping with joy).<br />
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Finished my food and then me and Shobhit, went downstairs with a sign of relief on our faces. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Phewwwwww, so one hurdle crossed ..... and everything looked as if everything is gonna run smooth ... and the preparations for the trip began .....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd. </div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-57496380773146169542011-02-08T01:11:00.000+05:302011-02-08T01:15:15.206+05:30The Planning .....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Every time we thought of going to Bhangarh, something or the other turned against our wishes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And on Saturday while I was busy surfing Facebook (which I do always) , I got this call from Shobhit in a tired and depressed voice ... my usual bakar was on as always and poor him ... he has to bear all of it all the time ... but that day .. there was something ... that was bothering him too much ... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Yaar, main bahot pareshan ho gaya hoon, nothing is working out in my favor, I just want to run away from all this. Can you meet me at the adda ? (Its the Ramleela groud, Ghanta Ghar, Ghaziabad, and it has got nothing to do with the word "Ghanta").<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Kya hua yaar ?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shobhit : Meet me in 15 mins.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me : Ok. Coming. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, we were at our "adda" with Shobhit sharing his daily life problems. I was too messed up with my office and other things going on my personal front. I had this plan of inviting my all good friends for lunch at my place on last Sunday, but I was feeling really low, so I cancelled it. Asked Shobhit to make a one day trip and Bhangarh was the first destination we could think off and both agreed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next big thing to be achieved was convincing aunty, Shobhit's Mom for the entire trip and somewhere down the line we both had this idea that she wont' say no ..... but ..... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Contd.</div></div>Yatinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979563667743582975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192879414272711946.post-75703481112946442892011-02-08T00:10:00.001+05:302011-02-09T22:34:28.541+05:30Introduction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Hi, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Welcome to my first ever travelogue. I have never tried my hand at these and I'm writing this because my friend <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1059987035">Shobhit</a> has asked me to do it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bhangarh is in Rajasthan around 270 odd Kms from Delhi. It is believed that, the place is haunted and even Archaological Survey of India has marked the place as a place of national importance. No one is allowed to visit the place before sunrise and after sunset. If you want to know more about the place, then you can read it on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhangarh">wikipedia</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 2009, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/anukraman">Anukraman sir</a> told me about this place and the first event of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/westernmotorsports">Western Motorsports</a>, JK-Tyre <a href="http://www.themonsoonride.com/">The Monsoon Ride</a> 2009, was taken to this place. The first time I went to this place was in summers of 2009, with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pradeep.s.raghav">Pradeep Sir</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1214262195">Azad Sir</a> and obviously Anukraman sir. I loved the place and the eerie feel of the place shook me, when I stepped into the main palace for the first time. To be honest, I could not step into the palace because after knowing about the history of this place from people and internet, I could not decide whether it was a myth or a truth . </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After monsoon ride 2009 was culminated, a major footfall at the same place was observed. I very well remember that many of my acquaintances and people I know, headed towards this prayed upon place. Everyone has a story about the place to tell like I had, and this interest to know more about this place got induced into many of my friends. But the most into the head of my bestest friend Shobhit.<br />
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Many a times, we decided to go to the place but the plans never seemed to work out ..... (signs of spirits out there, not letting us visit the place ??? )<br />
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