Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Random Roading- The Bali Thing

This post has nothing to do with the island of Bali. It is about the stint the four of us took up the mountains to Dharamshala and Mcloedganj recently with the great “Bali”. For those unaware of the effects of the Bali, it would suffice to know that its influence was instrumental in making our thing a grand success. Some of the things you just can’t miss (and we can’t forget) if you are lucky/plucky enough to take the Bali thing:

Roadside Paranthas- The best ever. Make city stuff seem like trash.

Random Hiking- This can hold some real surprises. Like innocently gate crashing Mr. Brian’s exclusive property managed by an IIFTian of all people…Free booze! (Unfortunately we had to reluctantly decline being on bikes)…Some awesome views and a fantastic experience.

Rooftop lunches at Mcloedganj

Cheap Cider and Wine at Dharamshala…damn neat…

The waterfall at Bhasunag- There are two actually with the second one hidden below rocky outcrop and private enough to strip J…We take full credit for discovering it!

Ravana Patthar- This rock is believed to be the place used by Ravana for his Tapasya and provides respite to all sinners. All those with satanic desires are strongly advised to try their luck at aiming and hitting this rock for Ravana devatas vardana.

On a personal note, three stints of biking and hiking and I seem to be addicted to it. Maybe it’s the hills, once you fall in love with them, there is no turning back. And I have since that first time at Almora and Ranikhet years back…From a biking perspective this was a complete experience. Whether orgasmic riding on expressways or traffic cutting through two lane highways or negotiating steep slopes, this one had it all…and luck was with us…the perfect weather, lush green and mountain drizzle…just perfect…

Friday, May 9, 2008

Im 23 and I feel old...really old...Because of a 9th grader...It so happened that we accidently shared a jamming session which went on and on till the studio guys were forced to throw us out...kiddo was incredible with the guitar...An impeccable knowledge and understanding of music which meant that I was playing catch up most of the time...To be honest I just wasn't concious of any difference for the couple of hours that we played. Its only when he asked for my number and which college I was (College!!!!) that I felt quite senile...The bottom-line however, is that the music was enough for both of us.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Some Unforgettables...

"You are scorching the highway...Burning rubber...Blackening the road...At 150 k's on your love...Yes! Its happening...No-one can stop you...In the zone...And then...You hit the speed breaker!"-Moods


The Israeli Jat-"Dude I can't help thinking that..."
The rest-"Jat soch raha hai...Ghutano ke dard ke liye Himani Fast Relief"
The Israeli Jat-"Why me man?? Always me!"


Me Tipsy-"So GG man what's your take away from IIFT?"
GG-"Late Fees..."


Mota (Every time we get beer)- "I can get the smoked flavour in this beer"
The rest-"Nahi mote this beer can't be smoked...Let go of it..."
Mota-"But you have to smell it...Please...I love smoked beer!"

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Played my 2nd song today...Supernaut...Its happening :)

Friday, April 11, 2008

Most people when told that I play the tabla invariably ask me if I can sing or play the guitar as well...To set the record straight, I suck at both. The only one who thought that I sung well was err...my ex...no wonder :) That however has led me to long and hard about the connection between rythm and notes. Having been into music for a while, specifically percussion, I can safely conclude that anything to do with notes or singing or the like is totally beyond me. They are all in my head, probably in more detail than most people but then, thats where they stay. The first (and last) time i picked up the Mandolin, it felt like some archaic bamboo. That was it as far as my efforts with notes was concerned.
The only one who I have known to be as comfortable with notes as beats is the Indian Ocean Tabalchi Asheem Chakravarty. I still remember his performance at Pragati MAidan in college. Needless to say, it was a big deal. The guy sung classical while playing some seriouis stuff. Incredible fusion...Such are a rarity. Which makes me believe that percussionists and "Stringists" differ in their musical psyche. Hell even guitarists are like that. Base guitarists are known to be the eccentrics of a band. Like goalies for football teams. However, in the end, it doesn't matter. All good musicians have it in their head...And they are damn good at what they do.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Im a compulsive dreamer…the kind that stops midway while eating with food in spoon and mouth gaping till someone snaps me out of it. Some things I just can’t stop dreaming about:


1. Owning a beamer 7 series and/or a R series bike
2. Honeymooning in Tahiti :)
3. Scaling Everest
4. Sky diving- alone
5. Swimming the length of a standard pool- any style will do


Im 22…And the race is on….

2nd April, 08

Im not one of those sophisticated foodies who revel in expensive wines and restaurants, though Iv had my share of those and loved them too. Traditional delicacies are far more tantalizing to my palate and I think iv been fortunate to have gorged on some unforgettable stuff….

1. Tandoori Raan at Karim’s (Jhama Masjid)
This may not seem traditional but Karim’s a Dawat-Khana with a history. Having heard a lot about the place and about the Tandoori Bakra and being a total non-veg buff it dint take me too long to try the place out. The Tandoori Raan is a whole leg of mutton and requires at least three starving Somalians to finish. Not the tastiest meat for the gravy guys but then, Im sick of curry…Roast Raan Rocks!

2. Karimeen Pollichathu(Pearl spot)
This Keralite delicacy is the best fish iv ever had. Caught fresh from the backwaters in Allepey, cooked on the boat in coconut oil, served with Scampi and Toddy…Orgasmic….

3. Kashmiri Pullao
This dish really totally caught me by surprise. To the extent that after comparing rice to maggots and any vegetarian stuff to “Khaas Phuss”, I today swear by it. An extremely simple preparation with a dash of cashew and raisin and nothing unique in terms of ingredients…But made as only a Kashmiri can make it…

4. Banarsi Ke Laddoo
Sinful Pleasure…the best desert ever…one would find these “bundi” laddoo’s in a lot of places but the one im talking about are made in a specific shop in Kanpur’s Birana Road. And they are that good that people abroad specifically place orders during weddings. You will get a good idea of what im talking about when you understand that Maru’s who are known to spend only on weddings, give just one of these “Shaadi ka Laddoo” at their weddings as a token of appreciation.

5. Mom’s Birayani
Okay this one takes the icing on the cake. Leave the Ghar ka Khana syndrome aside- I live, breathe and will die by this dish. As all birayani’s, this is cooked as in layers of roasted potatoes, basmati rice and gosht with a dash of cashews and raisins. For those unfortunate many who have not had the privilege of tasting this delicacy, the doors of A-376 def col are always open, subject to prior appointment and wavering moods of yours truly that is :)

Other tantalizing delights include Kashmiri trout (Known for having a single bone and exquisite taste), the extremely sumptuous meal at Chaukidhani in Jaipur, Kashmiri bread and cake was incredibly soft and sweet, fresh and straight out of the oven, Italian at Flavours, Chinese at Noodles and Kiecha’s, well the list is long….

17th March, 08

Throught my time in Kashmir, (and I know moods is going to kill me for this) I was secretly hoping to pass off as a Kashmiri. I succeeded as well, though that eventually led to a lot of trouble with the police and army and what not…but I must say that Kashmiris are the most beautiful people I have come across. The kind you see and go “Subhaan Allah!”. Not just that, I never expected the kind of Khatirdari that we got wherever we went. Kashmir is one place where you don’t have to worry about getting into a fix; you will always have people who will make all ends meet to fish you out. All the hue and cry about sensitivity and trouble is bullshit. I have never met a simpler, purer kind. It’s a mystery how such a kind can take to terrorism. And though I understand the army’s and the government’s responsibility when it comes to terrorism, I must confess my anger at the hole they have dug for themselves. They should have taken Kashmir when they could and ended the matter; and maybe then Kashmir would not have gone through the rape and savagery of the past few years. Just maybe more of us would have known the “Jannat” that Kashmir is.

16th March, 08

You pass out of the blindness of Nehru Tunnel and onto the highway…Just one look…And you know only some things are worth falling in love with…

Excerpts...Random Roading...

16th March, 08

Okay now for some serious stuff for some serious bikers. From the outset I must confess that like others, I was of the view that biking in Kashmir would not be an issue at all…After all a lot of bikers are known to have covered the stretch from Manali to Leh so what’s the big deal, why the hell would we have problems? On landing there, we were caught completely off guard. No bike anywhere in the whole of Kashmir, you wana hire them buy them like the Firangi’s and sell them second hand-was the advice. We were left stranded.
It could only be the wildest stroke of luck that got us out of this hole. But it came at a price, a horrible one at that. We got the bike, a pulsar 150cc at some 400 bucks a day but moods and I would have to put up in a honeymoon suite in a houseboat in Srinagar…for the record that’s what we did for the bike!

As is apparent, getting hold of a bike is the toughest thing in Kashmir. So make sure that you have one before getting there. The Manali-Leh stretch should be the easiest for this, but then you would miss Srinagar which is an awesome experience in itself. So good luck on that front.

Ideally if one can get hold of a machine at Jammu, the Jammu Srinagar highway is worth the pains. At around 320 Kms, the stretch can be covered in a day if one starts early. It takes at least 9 Hrs by sumo so you can plan accordingly. But the experience is worth it. Quite like the rugged terrain that you would expect of the Manali Leh stretch in the lap of high snow capped mountains and steep drops to expanses of plain in between. The highway steadily gains height from Udhampur which increases till one reaches Srinagar.

Srinagar is a huge expanse of plain set between the snow peaks at a fairly high altitude (I am not sure how much exactly but one can think of it as a very high, wide plateau surrounded by rugged peaks). You would have to drive around 50-80 kms in any direction before you hit the mountains. We had two full days but had the restriction of getting back to base by night so we biked within a radius of around a 150 kms.

Day-I: 5302 kms-Gulmarg and Dachigam

Gulmarg is around 80 kms from Srinagar City. That includes around 50-60 kms drive across the plain, a beautiful one at that with the road gently sloping up towards the mountains after Tangmarg, around 30 kms from the city…you would notice the slightest difference of effort in the slope. After hitting the mountain base, the road winds up, giving you the most incredible view of the huge expanse of plain and snow all around. Gulmarg is also a wildlife sanctuary. “Sentuary” as the Kashmiris put it. I would recommend moving off the road and onto the snowy slopes on foot for a while to catch the breathtaking view. One may also catch sight of leopards or Hangoors or even bear if one is extremely lucky though chances are very slim.

After moving down from Gulmarg we continued on to Dachigam wildlife sanctuary which is on the other end around 15 kms from the city and a wonderful drive across Dal lake and into the plains beyond. Dachigam is a must visit for any lover of the outdoors; one is sure to catch sight of leopards and other wildlife for sure as the park area is not too large.

Day-II: Wular and Sonemarg
Wular was a completely different experience after the snow of Gulmarg. Mile after Mile of dusty rugged tracks offered the kind of biking you’d associate with the goggled T.E. Lawrence in the opening of Lawrence of Arabia. In between one hits Manasbal Lake, steely blue and incredibly beautiful among the mountains, and a solitary peak called “Harimukh”, claimed to be the toughest to scale and also claimed to have a “Kotha” at the peak…well…you would have to scale it to confirm that one!

Our intention was to move towards Ori another 100 kms from Wular but unfortunately, the road being blocked we couldn’t. So we whipped back, and decided on a whim to head towards Sonemarg which was another 100 kms from there. And we were not disappointed. The highway to Sonemarg offered absolutely stunning scenes, the best part of our drive. The highway winds up a sea green rivulet, teething with trout…apparently this is the fishing arena during summers and if you get the chance to do so, I absolutely plead you not to throw it away. The highway hits a huge Snowy wall, and goes around it for around 10 kms to reach Sonemarg. Tricky and slippery but can be negotiated during summers.

Overall, we covered around 430 kms (5735 end reading) in two days to finish the most incredible experience of my life. Although it was not to the extent we had intended, it was intensely satisfying and left us wanting for more.

So although Manali Leh is the traditional route adopted by bikers, I would suggest trying out the Srinagar Leh route as well. At around 475 kms, it would take around two days with a possible stop at Dras or Kargil. But get your permits in place for that one.

Cash management

16th March, 08
During our two years of torture at IIFT, all of us, or at least some of us have made some attempt to take something away from the innumerable courses and gyaan that is drilled day in and day out. I can proudly proclaim to have learnt cash management better than anyone at IIFT…After all we started with less than 2,000 between the two of us on 4th and landed up at IIFT-Hostel gate on the 12th with exactly 1 Rupee in our wallets. And all the “Chindipana” of cheap Rajma chawal, bus rides, shameless haggling with taxi drivers and everyone we could haggle with, the dirtiest room ever at Jammu…General class tickets and the mess we went through after being caught in the sleeper class…everything shrinks down to irrelevance…I think IIFT should start sponsoring these kind of things…nothing better than learning while doing!

Kashmir For Real

9th March, 08
I still can’t believe we actually made it to Kashmir. From the look of things everything was against us, budget, time, flu and of-course our very own Sati (Satinder Bahtia who unfailingly screws everyone’s plans in IIFT).Moods was struggling with an F in French...French!!! How he managed that is another testament to his unique abilities; Cutting the long story short, we somehow managed to jump into the train to Jammu just in the nick of time and without major sacrifices which I was positive would be required to get us through…In retrospect, the whole experience was a huge fiasco but an awesome success as well…at such times you just sit back and wonder-Was it all for real??

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Excerpt-Random roading...

8:30 p.m., 24/03/08

I am stranded at Uttarkashi in the heart of gharwal; no way out of the city after sunset and I have my convocation scheduled tomorrow. It has just been one of those days. The kind when you dont even get time to brush; my first time so big deal...Blackened face, twisted ankle, broken down bike, no baggage, no cash, no bloody atm, separated from my pal in my hurry to get back. And yet, looking back I'v had an incredible time. Taming a beast of a bike on a non existent road, its been one hell of a ride. Right up to Gangotri...Admitedly rash but immensely satisfying..I would do it all over again if my parents wouldn kill me...they still dont know...safe as a whistle...as of now that is...hehe. Helped by absolutely unexpected sources when i expected it least and needed it most. Still, no idea how i'm going to get out of this one. But, at the end of the day, its all about faith...See you guys at the convo tomorrow!!!
Finally finally finally I have got the time and resources to start posting the scraps I have been taking down over the past month or so...It has been a long wait...So for those few who have been wondering what the hell I have been upto; well, all I can say is I have had the time of my life...doing things I always wanted to do but as they say, there is a time and there is a place...and of course, there is a way...

Monday, January 21, 2008

Me and Blogging??

I can't believe I am actually starting my own blog. First of all because like most people i am inherently lazy. I love doing nothing. But more than that, I just hate the thought of talking about myself..Writing is too much of a pain anyway...

But then nothing wrong in giving it a shot..after all Iv given so many things so many shots...so thats how it is..lets see how long it goes on!

Trekking!!

We went Trekking today. I absolutely love trekking. Some seven of us...a lazy trek on a lazy Sunday afternoon..We trekked all the way across Sanjay Van to the Qutub Minar. Seems to be quite a long way from our balconies but somehow that wasn't the case at all..I think our stupidities and ramblings along the way made it a piece of cake...not to mention that everyone except our self proclaimed guide had a common sense of direction..I am sure he tried his best but we still managed to get to the Minar..Not a mean achievement!

Things were turning out to quite entertaining (for us); and alarming (for the rest). The unfortunate tourists at the Minar must have been cursing under their breath...Fooling around and generally creating a racket we dawdled around, occasionally taking a swipe at each other...Till the call of nature (rumbling empty stomachs) forced us to call it a day...and Chindi to empty his wallet..now thats a rarity!

It was good fun though to be left to ourselves, discovering stuff together...and I can't help thinking that every time I goto Sanjay Van, things change...for the better...