"Ding"
"Ding"
It was a usual Monday afternoon in office when I got a ping from Bhuppi, a mate of mine from my alma mater where we all graduated with our Masters degree last year. Now he is working in another Gurgaon based MNC. He was actually babbling something about a trip in his usual not-so-important but yet-so-imperative style that Shivani is planning.Oops forgot to introduce her. She is also from the same college and fortunately working in the same building as of mine.
The trip was for Manali.
Frankly speaking, I was bit reluctant at that time for the trip as there were few strangers with whom we have to spend some not-so-usual days of my life. But finally I said yes to him because I got to know about the presence of some of the known faces of my college. And today, I can acclaim my decision to be unsurpassable because of the simple reason that I got to know about so many people around and to have some new friends.
E-dil tujhe behelau kaise, dadhkan teri badhau kaise,
Bina vadiyan dikhaye tujhe, didar-e-yaar karau kaise....
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Disha took it all :(
And the journey starts on 28th May 2010 from the office building after so called "working hours" even when people keep on staying for hours after 6. I joined Shivani with another trip mate named Anirudh. At a very first sight Mr. A seems to be a very decent,less talkative guy who doesn't like much of people around him. This was the first time when I doubt my decision of going with six strangers to a trip for having fun. Though we shook hands and exchanged some not-so-formal lip-stretching to show our gratitude for joining, but still I wasn't feeling much comfortable and was witnessing the same from him towards me. It was evident that his inner-self is compelling him to ask someone special to come with him, but probably the bad thing was Mr. A could not gather the courage to do that. He found this job more abstruse than designing a complex piece of software for the US customer. Ok... enough of imagination about Mr. A, he may be thinking the same about me or something more outlandish.
As the company transport bus moved ahead. I got to meet more of the people I had to live four days of my life with. So, most happening of them all,Vineet, got into the bus with all the Glucon-D energy. He was all full of jokes and some leg-pulling material (though some of them were PJs) but it matched my standard, after all we all love to crack PJs and I am known for the so famous PPJ (The Poor Pathetic Joke).
One of them was Amaan, who was very loud at the jokes cracked all around.
I could only get to know that Hemant is also with us at a very later stage of our journey in that bus.
Though the trip-people had grabbed the last most seat of the bus,Imran sir was sitting somewhere else in the bus. And other very important guy of our trip was the so called TL Sir. He cracked some fabulous jokes through out the journey but either they were out of context or the timing was such that people have to think twice before laughing.
I also got to see two more known faces,Ankita & Shilpi from my college who were joining with us that helped assuage that stranger-trip-mates-phobia of mine.
So the next aim of ours is to reach Patel Chowk where we have to see Bhuppi and Vikram and the Tempo Traveller.
Gleefully, we reached at Patel Chowk.
Vineet thinking cripplingly murmured "Kuch missing hai yaar, kya chod diya humne trip ke liye ???"
"Manager ke alawa sab kuch to hum yahan le aaye hain,SE,SSE,TL, ab to bas vohi bachta hai....kahe to usse bhi phone karu" - Amaan replied in a very light manner.
The blighted Vineet left only his footprints while running and some words saying "Raat bhar baith kar jo songs aur movies ka collection banaya tha vo sab to Disha ke bag mein chal gaya ^&@&&$%^#$%". Amaan also chased him with the suggestion that they can catch her with an auto.
So here's the missing Disha part,once again she is also from the same college but was not joining the trip because of the reason according to her as -"Mera mann nahi hai yaar... varna mein jaroor chalti". Unfortunately, Vineet put his collection in her bag while boarding the bus.
But as the saying is "Jaane vaale kabhi hath mein nahi aate" (Don't ask me who said this.... beacuse abhi design kiya hai).
At this point I was urging myself for the opinion "How better could be a beginning..."
As the company transport bus moved ahead. I got to meet more of the people I had to live four days of my life with. So, most happening of them all,Vineet, got into the bus with all the Glucon-D energy. He was all full of jokes and some leg-pulling material (though some of them were PJs) but it matched my standard, after all we all love to crack PJs and I am known for the so famous PPJ (The Poor Pathetic Joke).
One of them was Amaan, who was very loud at the jokes cracked all around.
I could only get to know that Hemant is also with us at a very later stage of our journey in that bus.
Though the trip-people had grabbed the last most seat of the bus,Imran sir was sitting somewhere else in the bus. And other very important guy of our trip was the so called TL Sir. He cracked some fabulous jokes through out the journey but either they were out of context or the timing was such that people have to think twice before laughing.
I also got to see two more known faces,Ankita & Shilpi from my college who were joining with us that helped assuage that stranger-trip-mates-phobia of mine.
So the next aim of ours is to reach Patel Chowk where we have to see Bhuppi and Vikram and the Tempo Traveller.
Gleefully, we reached at Patel Chowk.
Vineet thinking cripplingly murmured "Kuch missing hai yaar, kya chod diya humne trip ke liye ???"
"Manager ke alawa sab kuch to hum yahan le aaye hain,SE,SSE,TL, ab to bas vohi bachta hai....kahe to usse bhi phone karu" - Amaan replied in a very light manner.
The blighted Vineet left only his footprints while running and some words saying "Raat bhar baith kar jo songs aur movies ka collection banaya tha vo sab to Disha ke bag mein chal gaya ^&@&&$%^#$%". Amaan also chased him with the suggestion that they can catch her with an auto.
So here's the missing Disha part,once again she is also from the same college but was not joining the trip because of the reason according to her as -"Mera mann nahi hai yaar... varna mein jaroor chalti". Unfortunately, Vineet put his collection in her bag while boarding the bus.
But as the saying is "Jaane vaale kabhi hath mein nahi aate" (Don't ask me who said this.... beacuse abhi design kiya hai).
At this point I was urging myself for the opinion "How better could be a beginning..."
Kill-the-time at Patel Chowk
We were standing at the bus stand named Patel Chowk where usually no rush is there even at the rush hours. Even the Iron-made stand was astonished to see 9-10 people waiting there at a single go.
Vineet is still standing with a grief of losing his collection as if he got divorced even before honeymoon. Oh God give him the courage to fight alone !!!
So, these two last persons are coming from the other end of the road to join us for the expedition that has already started. The popular Bhuppi (don't ask me what he is popular for) and Vikram (the guy who need tutorial "how to tease a girl at road side"). Both are from my alma mater.
Now starts the count-down. According to Mr. TL, the booked tempo traveller has to reach there at 7.00PM. But it already 6.30, and he hasn't even started from his place.This was the time for people to give some very unobvious suggestion to kill time. One was lets move to India Gate "we will have Kalla Khatta". Thank God being patriotic he didn't ask for Vagah Border.
Mr. TL tried calling the driver many times but every time he was kinda outta sight while calling, though he was claiming he thrashed him on phone but situation seemed vice-versa :D
And finally after a so-noisy pause of around hundred minutes the tempo traveller came.
Only at this point I got the assurance that YES we are leaving atleast to somewhere.
Vineet is still standing with a grief of losing his collection as if he got divorced even before honeymoon. Oh God give him the courage to fight alone !!!
So, these two last persons are coming from the other end of the road to join us for the expedition that has already started. The popular Bhuppi (don't ask me what he is popular for) and Vikram (the guy who need tutorial "how to tease a girl at road side"). Both are from my alma mater.
Now starts the count-down. According to Mr. TL, the booked tempo traveller has to reach there at 7.00PM. But it already 6.30, and he hasn't even started from his place.This was the time for people to give some very unobvious suggestion to kill time. One was lets move to India Gate "we will have Kalla Khatta". Thank God being patriotic he didn't ask for Vagah Border.
Mr. TL tried calling the driver many times but every time he was kinda outta sight while calling, though he was claiming he thrashed him on phone but situation seemed vice-versa :D
And finally after a so-noisy pause of around hundred minutes the tempo traveller came.
Only at this point I got the assurance that YES we are leaving atleast to somewhere.
Oh Gosh.... Whrz the Shamiyana
All throughout the wait at Patel Chowk, Mr. TL kept on saying this tempo has the Shamiyana inside it.You will feel like in a Mahal. But when it opened the door, no one could find the Shamiyanas. Either Mr. TL fooled us or the transporter fooled Mr. TL. The second one has a higher probability.
Now was the time to load the bags on the roof top of our wagon.After a while I followed people entering the wagon. Imran sir made the first voice saying its not that bad, infact a good one.I seconded his opinion as the interior was fabulous with curtains, carpet, good AC, and above all a projected LCD. Now no one, I guess, is missing the Shamiyana.
In BTW, I missed to described the driver who was to drive us all throughout these four days and seeing him at first sight, I also got the reason while Mr. TL was moving out of our sight while conversing with him on phone. He was a true tapori with a massive built covered with his usual stinky driver dress.His eyes were symbolically threatening us not to do any nuisance. That look of his was a terrible pain.
Now was the time to load the bags on the roof top of our wagon.After a while I followed people entering the wagon. Imran sir made the first voice saying its not that bad, infact a good one.I seconded his opinion as the interior was fabulous with curtains, carpet, good AC, and above all a projected LCD. Now no one, I guess, is missing the Shamiyana.
Sabar ka phal meetha hota hai
In BTW, I missed to described the driver who was to drive us all throughout these four days and seeing him at first sight, I also got the reason while Mr. TL was moving out of our sight while conversing with him on phone. He was a true tapori with a massive built covered with his usual stinky driver dress.His eyes were symbolically threatening us not to do any nuisance. That look of his was a terrible pain.
We got it- Chaman .... The seraphic meaning
And the journey starts with a big Jaikara and we all started to ply to our destination.People started making themselves comfortable inside the house-on-wheels that we hired for next 302400 seconds.
Getting onto the seat a thought buzzed my mind that why the hell we need a break or a weekend getaway. Is it required to put fragrance to our relations ??? Or to re-energize our spirits.May be it is required to balance the professional life with our personal life. Or to make us realize that we are born not just to earn and die with dollars but to spend them as well.
"Aaah.....Oh no" this unanticipated scream washed my mind of those why-the-trip thoughts. It was Ankita who became a victim of a honey-bee. Though she was no more( I am talking about Honey-Bee) but still was the topic of research in the vehicle. People were asking for her color,size and current state to start giving their suggetions. Now starts the series of giving those popular Dadima-ke-nuskhe session. Nearly everyone in the vehicle including driver and the helper started preaching Anki to get rid of the pain that Anki wan't going through. Initially she was not at all in pain but just a little of irritation but listening of theories from other mates specially Mr. TL who gave her a long lecture on the "color of the bee and its effects" makes her feel in pain for which she needs a remedy.
Paper-ash and every other iron-made products availble in the vehicle were tried for the same.
Then I got to know about this person in the van named Hemant,who turned out to be a Medical Supervisor throughout the journey.He has solution for every damn problem whether its there or not . :P
If you not feeling comfortable to sleep he has those sleep-pills and if you are felling sleepy he has those re-energizing pills that can make you feel rich in energy that you can't sleep the whole night.
In the mid-way we had our dinner at a very happening restaurant on the highway. Driver asked for some bucks and after giving the money I got familiarized with this guy named Amaan, who was handed over the responsibility of handling all the expenses. He was carrying a modern bhi-khata in his techy phone.Though it didn't seem to be a good idea but the outcome is really praise-worthy.
Crossing all the way with talks and leg-pullings earth turned its face to nourish us with some sunshine and another day begins. The journey was supposed to be of 12-14 hrs but even at 10 o'clock in the Saturday morning we were not getting signs to get off the bus any early.
Finally at 1 in the afternoon we reached Manali as the vehicle was parked in the parking by the tapori, I mean the driver. Now comes the times to realize the amazing fact that we hadn't booked the hotel for our stay. YIPPIE..... While starting search for the roof on our top we decided to prolong our stay there for about 12 hours. And here comes in the picture the Hero and the Villain as driver refused to stay even for one more extra hour and we were talking about 12 !!!
Hero Entry -- "Why the hell you will not stay "??? You promised us to reach there in 12 hours and took 18... WTF !!!Lemme talk to the transporter. we'll not go before Monday evening and 'll neither let you go" - Angry man roared.
So this angry man was Imran Sir. Who after uttering these words left for the hotel search leaving the driver behind to puke every single abuse he ever heard of,but the good thing was he was not abusing Imran or any of us but to some one else (maybe his transporter).
Finally Vineet came with a big grin on his face exploding the happiness which revelaed the fact that they finally got it !!!. "Chaman" - this was the only word he could yelled out of his delight. He was not abusing any of us with this word but was telling the name of that hotel that they found. "Ok Chaman the seraphic meaning not the Delhi meaning" -someone from us replied.
Hotel was actually Chaman (not in Delhi meaning) totally covered with leaves of some plant everywhere. We finally settled with our luggage in the rooms undecided where to move further.
Getting onto the seat a thought buzzed my mind that why the hell we need a break or a weekend getaway. Is it required to put fragrance to our relations ??? Or to re-energize our spirits.May be it is required to balance the professional life with our personal life. Or to make us realize that we are born not just to earn and die with dollars but to spend them as well.
"Aaah.....Oh no" this unanticipated scream washed my mind of those why-the-trip thoughts. It was Ankita who became a victim of a honey-bee. Though she was no more( I am talking about Honey-Bee) but still was the topic of research in the vehicle. People were asking for her color,size and current state to start giving their suggetions. Now starts the series of giving those popular Dadima-ke-nuskhe session. Nearly everyone in the vehicle including driver and the helper started preaching Anki to get rid of the pain that Anki wan't going through. Initially she was not at all in pain but just a little of irritation but listening of theories from other mates specially Mr. TL who gave her a long lecture on the "color of the bee and its effects" makes her feel in pain for which she needs a remedy.
Paper-ash and every other iron-made products availble in the vehicle were tried for the same.
Then I got to know about this person in the van named Hemant,who turned out to be a Medical Supervisor throughout the journey.He has solution for every damn problem whether its there or not . :P
If you not feeling comfortable to sleep he has those sleep-pills and if you are felling sleepy he has those re-energizing pills that can make you feel rich in energy that you can't sleep the whole night.
In the mid-way we had our dinner at a very happening restaurant on the highway. Driver asked for some bucks and after giving the money I got familiarized with this guy named Amaan, who was handed over the responsibility of handling all the expenses. He was carrying a modern bhi-khata in his techy phone.Though it didn't seem to be a good idea but the outcome is really praise-worthy.
Crossing all the way with talks and leg-pullings earth turned its face to nourish us with some sunshine and another day begins. The journey was supposed to be of 12-14 hrs but even at 10 o'clock in the Saturday morning we were not getting signs to get off the bus any early.
Finally at 1 in the afternoon we reached Manali as the vehicle was parked in the parking by the tapori, I mean the driver. Now comes the times to realize the amazing fact that we hadn't booked the hotel for our stay. YIPPIE..... While starting search for the roof on our top we decided to prolong our stay there for about 12 hours. And here comes in the picture the Hero and the Villain as driver refused to stay even for one more extra hour and we were talking about 12 !!!
Hero Entry -- "Why the hell you will not stay "??? You promised us to reach there in 12 hours and took 18... WTF !!!Lemme talk to the transporter. we'll not go before Monday evening and 'll neither let you go" - Angry man roared.
So this angry man was Imran Sir. Who after uttering these words left for the hotel search leaving the driver behind to puke every single abuse he ever heard of,but the good thing was he was not abusing Imran or any of us but to some one else (maybe his transporter).
Finally Vineet came with a big grin on his face exploding the happiness which revelaed the fact that they finally got it !!!. "Chaman" - this was the only word he could yelled out of his delight. He was not abusing any of us with this word but was telling the name of that hotel that they found. "Ok Chaman the seraphic meaning not the Delhi meaning" -someone from us replied.
Hotel was actually Chaman (not in Delhi meaning) totally covered with leaves of some plant everywhere. We finally settled with our luggage in the rooms undecided where to move further.
What should we call it Sight seeing or Photography Session
We all relaxed in the hotel at a leisure hour,unpacked our luggage and then moved out to have a feel of the city and to have our breakfast-cum-lunch. Manali is a big tourist spot attracting more than thousands of people every season -this was evident from the rush at the lunch hours in the restaurant.
After having our lunch we finally planned to walk through the city exploring other attractions.So the first destination was Hidimba Mata Mandir who was supposedly 500 years old. It was placed at a hill where we all move with our cameras. And whne the cameras are in hand who cares about the 5000 years old monument. We clicked every now and then, at almost every stone, with every angle possible.Thanks to Mr. A (the first person I meet in this group), Ya you got it correct, the one who want someone to be there with him on this trip. But Hard Luck!!!
We visited some series of temples that evening, can't recall which all, even can't remember how many!!! Coz were busy getting clicked with bushes, yaks, shades, stones apple trees, localities, and every other damn thing expect toilets(Bhuppi had a pic even with it).
The sheer at this place can't be defined in words but can either be witnessed or clicked in a cam. We choose the other one.
We returned back to hotel and had our dinner. We also got to know about the morning plan that we have to leave at 5.30 in Morning for Rohtang Pass. How the hell is possible for a Software Engg. to get up early on a Sunday Morning. This is insane. This is the only time you can say (in dreams) to your manager "Sir either give me a hike and promotion or I'll leave for another options I have. Choice is yours" and even he replies "Plz don't do this I'll do whatever you will ask me to do....Come late, leave early, get a hike and promotion but don't talk about leaving the job. Project will crash without you indubitably".
Before going to bed we all gathered in the most popular or "badnaam" room of Mr. TL.
We discussed certain things while checking the capacity of the bed by getting ourselves relaxed into that single victim bed.Though it didn't jolted.
So the lights got dim of room no. 302 of Chaman after realising that we anyhow have to leave for Rohtang Pass in the morning.So have to get up at around 4 in the morning.
After having our lunch we finally planned to walk through the city exploring other attractions.So the first destination was Hidimba Mata Mandir who was supposedly 500 years old. It was placed at a hill where we all move with our cameras. And whne the cameras are in hand who cares about the 5000 years old monument. We clicked every now and then, at almost every stone, with every angle possible.Thanks to Mr. A (the first person I meet in this group), Ya you got it correct, the one who want someone to be there with him on this trip. But Hard Luck!!!
We visited some series of temples that evening, can't recall which all, even can't remember how many!!! Coz were busy getting clicked with bushes, yaks, shades, stones apple trees, localities, and every other damn thing expect toilets(Bhuppi had a pic even with it).
The sheer at this place can't be defined in words but can either be witnessed or clicked in a cam. We choose the other one.
We returned back to hotel and had our dinner. We also got to know about the morning plan that we have to leave at 5.30 in Morning for Rohtang Pass. How the hell is possible for a Software Engg. to get up early on a Sunday Morning. This is insane. This is the only time you can say (in dreams) to your manager "Sir either give me a hike and promotion or I'll leave for another options I have. Choice is yours" and even he replies "Plz don't do this I'll do whatever you will ask me to do....Come late, leave early, get a hike and promotion but don't talk about leaving the job. Project will crash without you indubitably".
Before going to bed we all gathered in the most popular or "badnaam" room of Mr. TL.
We discussed certain things while checking the capacity of the bed by getting ourselves relaxed into that single victim bed.Though it didn't jolted.
So the lights got dim of room no. 302 of Chaman after realising that we anyhow have to leave for Rohtang Pass in the morning.So have to get up at around 4 in the morning.
The ***SunshinE***.... that lasts till date on our faces
And the another day comes up a little early it seems with a big bang on the door of our pitiful room by Amaan who was all dressed up in his light color shirt and a sweater and was ready to board the bus for the destination,it seems.
"Oh Gosh !!! We are late.... Its already 5, and even didn't have a bath" - I hollered a warning. Saying this I entered the bathroom with my things to get dressed up first(at least in this room).
Though it seems a big job but taking a bathe is not actually a time consuming job,specially when you are in hurry. One just need to turn on the shower and put off some mugs of water out of bucket.... that's it and you are done.
At around 5.45 AM in the morning we all were ready to start our March for today towards a more closer look of Himalaya range.
Getting into the new vehicle booked for us we realized that it has a capacity of only 11 people but we were 12. Now either we have to play musical chair or someone has to be adjusted( People like me are best choice for the second option ).
"Haste haste kat jaaye raste" - this is the tag line for that journey as we enjoyed with all kinda jokes and songs and other sight seeing. the 4.5hrs journey finished in just some clicks.
Can't move forward without mentioning that lady Dhaba-onwner. She was a charm, a symbol of modesty, a person worth remembering. She glittered our way with her own always-happy nature.
In typical Bollywood movie, a hero has to fight with at least two villain in the entire 3 hr story, so it happened to our Hero as well. Here is how -
When er were about to reach to the peak destination, we encountered jam (Delhi vaale jahan bhi chale jayein jam laga dete hain). And the driver was not able to move the cart even a bit,so he suggested us not to go much up but to enjoy there only. He proposed the same many times.At last, Imran Sir got up and blustered on him "Do hell with your suggestion and we'll do whatever we'll fell like." After exchanging a few hot sentences both of them were calm for the further move. Imran sir came with an idea of hiring horses for reaching the hill-top.And after a while we were there.
And starts the series of enjoyable actions that we performed there - be it sliding over the snow from the peak to the plain, trying our hands for skiing, be it snow fighting,visiting Vyas Ji Temple, having Maggie,trying to a snowman or Yak,horse riding, we enjoyed every moment oblivious of the fact that the Sunshine that was quite lucrative at that instant was leaving some irremovable footprints on our face.
The footprints which are still visible.
After enjoying there for hours we finally made our way back to hotel as the only thing that we want at that time was a good sleep with or without dinner.
"Oh Gosh !!! We are late.... Its already 5, and even didn't have a bath" - I hollered a warning. Saying this I entered the bathroom with my things to get dressed up first(at least in this room).
Though it seems a big job but taking a bathe is not actually a time consuming job,specially when you are in hurry. One just need to turn on the shower and put off some mugs of water out of bucket.... that's it and you are done.
At around 5.45 AM in the morning we all were ready to start our March for today towards a more closer look of Himalaya range.
Getting into the new vehicle booked for us we realized that it has a capacity of only 11 people but we were 12. Now either we have to play musical chair or someone has to be adjusted( People like me are best choice for the second option ).
"Haste haste kat jaaye raste" - this is the tag line for that journey as we enjoyed with all kinda jokes and songs and other sight seeing. the 4.5hrs journey finished in just some clicks.
Can't move forward without mentioning that lady Dhaba-onwner. She was a charm, a symbol of modesty, a person worth remembering. She glittered our way with her own always-happy nature.
In typical Bollywood movie, a hero has to fight with at least two villain in the entire 3 hr story, so it happened to our Hero as well. Here is how -
When er were about to reach to the peak destination, we encountered jam (Delhi vaale jahan bhi chale jayein jam laga dete hain). And the driver was not able to move the cart even a bit,so he suggested us not to go much up but to enjoy there only. He proposed the same many times.At last, Imran Sir got up and blustered on him "Do hell with your suggestion and we'll do whatever we'll fell like." After exchanging a few hot sentences both of them were calm for the further move. Imran sir came with an idea of hiring horses for reaching the hill-top.And after a while we were there.
And starts the series of enjoyable actions that we performed there - be it sliding over the snow from the peak to the plain, trying our hands for skiing, be it snow fighting,visiting Vyas Ji Temple, having Maggie,trying to a snowman or Yak,horse riding, we enjoyed every moment oblivious of the fact that the Sunshine that was quite lucrative at that instant was leaving some irremovable footprints on our face.
The footprints which are still visible.
After enjoying there for hours we finally made our way back to hotel as the only thing that we want at that time was a good sleep with or without dinner.
Traut Fish - Only for Tourists
Now this is something not known to everyone on the trip. Imran Sir, Amaan, Mr. A and me were a little bit curious about the ads that we saw all across the Manali streets.The Traut Fish -The Fish only available in Manali. We planned for a non-veg dinner the same night we get off from Rohtang Pass. So we decided to go for a dinner leaving rest of them aside for the veg dinner.
And we reached this very popular (it seems) non-veg restaurant in the market. After checking the menu we ordered the obvious Traut Fish and some other chicken and mutton stuff. The interiors were kinda good there. so was the service. But when the order came we were not that happy for that so-small size fish.Things were ok even till this point but we we tried it, it was hell,its appetite-killer taste made us leave that fish in plate only, but probably the food was not in destiny that day as the other things ordered were also worsened.
And we finally left the place with kinda empty stomach.Though the waiter still managed to have the courage to ask for tip and our hero Imran Sir also managed to control his temper by saying "Is khane ke liye itna de rahe hain vo kya kaafi nahi hai"
So we came back hotel without ant sign of failure on our face to see some people having signs of sunburns and other implication that happened because of the encroaching sun rays.
And then the night begins with kinda discussions-for-nothing with some heated arguments. And clock showed 2.30 in the morning when they realized that it wasn't of any use so better play something else - I was waiting for this. So we enjoyed that night before going to sleep.
And we reached this very popular (it seems) non-veg restaurant in the market. After checking the menu we ordered the obvious Traut Fish and some other chicken and mutton stuff. The interiors were kinda good there. so was the service. But when the order came we were not that happy for that so-small size fish.Things were ok even till this point but we we tried it, it was hell,its appetite-killer taste made us leave that fish in plate only, but probably the food was not in destiny that day as the other things ordered were also worsened.
And we finally left the place with kinda empty stomach.Though the waiter still managed to have the courage to ask for tip and our hero Imran Sir also managed to control his temper by saying "Is khane ke liye itna de rahe hain vo kya kaafi nahi hai"
So we came back hotel without ant sign of failure on our face to see some people having signs of sunburns and other implication that happened because of the encroaching sun rays.
And then the night begins with kinda discussions-for-nothing with some heated arguments. And clock showed 2.30 in the morning when they realized that it wasn't of any use so better play something else - I was waiting for this. So we enjoyed that night before going to sleep.
So called Kangali Machao Andolan at Solang
Monday Blues - not exactly. We get up at around 8 in the morning to get dressed up to leave Chaman as we have to move to Solang Valley.
We reached Solang Valley in an hour or so without realizing the fact that we were not left with much of cash with us. We were planning to have paragliding here with zorbing,mountain biking and other games. We had our breakfast also here. In the meanwhile some of the guys including me tried to bargain for the rates of paragliding.
Though we wasted much of our time but finally got some marginal discount and then the wait starts for the tram to start but in vain. So we decided to move in two groups on horses towards the height from where we have to jump.
Initial batch starts its journey and we were waiting for nothing down the hills. Though we decided to go for the highest range possible there but still there was a fear in mind.
Wait... Wait.... n... Wait.....
After around 2 hours we got a call from Anki about their departure from the height towards the ground. And we all were ready for the shoot.In the sky every one was enjoying and people were gazing at them because our batch was the first to go upto that height for that day.
Now the first group was on ground and it was our turn to go up with tram as it was functioning now. I banged at the ticket counter to see this beautiful lady at the other side of the counter and to grab the tickets. We looted our seats in the tram without informing the controller that we have to get off at the height only for paragliding. So while reaching we were not not aware of the problem that we faced when we reached there. Imran sir was clicking pics one after the another. In the same josh he handed over his cam to some localite standing outside through window.And a big bang, cam was mishandled to touch the ground. Oh shit!!!
That person quickly picked it up and handed over to us saying its not working.We could not do anything because tram was still moving. Now comes the more traumatic phase, the operator at the upper control area didn't allow us to get off because we didn't inform the lower operator. And we were down again to fight with the attendant that we have to do paragliding, so we have to go up again. After several tries,they let us move again and we enjoyed the double ride.
Getting off the tram we had to track for around 2 kms to reach the take-off zone.
Then the time came to do the zing. After a while I was flying in the air.
Wow feeling it was ..... even more mesmerizing when I touched the ground.
Oops !!! Headline to explain kari hi nahi.... Kangali Machao Andolan named by Amaan and handled by me. The thing was we were short of money and there was no ATM around so we need to device some way to do all the adventure with our pockets. So the rule was to give every single penny into your pockets, one can only behold at max Rs 20. This is how we collected around Rs 17K. Big amount.
Doing all the masti we moved from there to head towards Delhi. ( Have heard of this place even before).
We reached Solang Valley in an hour or so without realizing the fact that we were not left with much of cash with us. We were planning to have paragliding here with zorbing,mountain biking and other games. We had our breakfast also here. In the meanwhile some of the guys including me tried to bargain for the rates of paragliding.
Though we wasted much of our time but finally got some marginal discount and then the wait starts for the tram to start but in vain. So we decided to move in two groups on horses towards the height from where we have to jump.
Initial batch starts its journey and we were waiting for nothing down the hills. Though we decided to go for the highest range possible there but still there was a fear in mind.
Wait... Wait.... n... Wait.....
After around 2 hours we got a call from Anki about their departure from the height towards the ground. And we all were ready for the shoot.In the sky every one was enjoying and people were gazing at them because our batch was the first to go upto that height for that day.
Now the first group was on ground and it was our turn to go up with tram as it was functioning now. I banged at the ticket counter to see this beautiful lady at the other side of the counter and to grab the tickets. We looted our seats in the tram without informing the controller that we have to get off at the height only for paragliding. So while reaching we were not not aware of the problem that we faced when we reached there. Imran sir was clicking pics one after the another. In the same josh he handed over his cam to some localite standing outside through window.And a big bang, cam was mishandled to touch the ground. Oh shit!!!
That person quickly picked it up and handed over to us saying its not working.We could not do anything because tram was still moving. Now comes the more traumatic phase, the operator at the upper control area didn't allow us to get off because we didn't inform the lower operator. And we were down again to fight with the attendant that we have to do paragliding, so we have to go up again. After several tries,they let us move again and we enjoyed the double ride.
Getting off the tram we had to track for around 2 kms to reach the take-off zone.
Then the time came to do the zing. After a while I was flying in the air.
Wow feeling it was ..... even more mesmerizing when I touched the ground.
Oops !!! Headline to explain kari hi nahi.... Kangali Machao Andolan named by Amaan and handled by me. The thing was we were short of money and there was no ATM around so we need to device some way to do all the adventure with our pockets. So the rule was to give every single penny into your pockets, one can only behold at max Rs 20. This is how we collected around Rs 17K. Big amount.
Doing all the masti we moved from there to head towards Delhi. ( Have heard of this place even before).
"Gol Gappe kaise diye" - Vikram
Almost Rs 16K were being used at Solang Valley to left us with some odd Rs 400-500 and each pocket at max Rs 20. So there arose a need to visit our ATM to take out some moneyto pay for dinner and fuel.
Here comes the history-maker(don't ask me why history-maker) Bhuppi with a plan of roaming in Van Vihar quite popular for its greenery and river flow. So some of us moved towards it with a margin of 45 mins to return back to our tempo. At the entrance we saw a Gol-Gappe valla,seeing whom me and Shivani exchanged some looks to grab a few of them.And we started to see others also joining to have those delicious water filled wonders. I started enjoying them closing my eyes because of the sheer taste. And then comes a voice saying pehle ye batao kitne ke diye :( :( :(
It was Vikram who wants to do the calculation before eating because the vendor may try to cheat us .....Mr. TL also second his opinion saying "bahiya bas karo aur count batao".
We enterd Van Vihar to see the beauty of this place. We tried our hands there at River crossing and other spots to have pics and videos.
Finally we left the place in a hurry as people were waiting for us.
Here comes the history-maker(don't ask me why history-maker) Bhuppi with a plan of roaming in Van Vihar quite popular for its greenery and river flow. So some of us moved towards it with a margin of 45 mins to return back to our tempo. At the entrance we saw a Gol-Gappe valla,seeing whom me and Shivani exchanged some looks to grab a few of them.And we started to see others also joining to have those delicious water filled wonders. I started enjoying them closing my eyes because of the sheer taste. And then comes a voice saying pehle ye batao kitne ke diye :( :( :(
It was Vikram who wants to do the calculation before eating because the vendor may try to cheat us .....Mr. TL also second his opinion saying "bahiya bas karo aur count batao".
We enterd Van Vihar to see the beauty of this place. We tried our hands there at River crossing and other spots to have pics and videos.
Finally we left the place in a hurry as people were waiting for us.
The Silence
So all the adventure were over, the only thing left was sleep. So we tried to sleep in the vehicle but then this ladies named Anki and Shilpi started opening their songs DB.
We kept playing,singing, dancing, everything to enjoy because everyone knows the next day - office !!!
We three Vicky, Bhupi and Me were new to the group so we need to introduce ourselves to the group and we did. It was my first turn as usual.Then comes Bhuppi and the last was Vicky who make people roll on the floor with his not-so-innocent talks.
Then comes the TL ka dance with Vicky which was like as someone is paying for it .... Kudos !!!
This is how the night continued. You must be confused that where the hell is silence in this part. I know its not there. I was expecting this but it could not happen.
We kept playing,singing, dancing, everything to enjoy because everyone knows the next day - office !!!
We three Vicky, Bhupi and Me were new to the group so we need to introduce ourselves to the group and we did. It was my first turn as usual.Then comes Bhuppi and the last was Vicky who make people roll on the floor with his not-so-innocent talks.
Then comes the TL ka dance with Vicky which was like as someone is paying for it .... Kudos !!!
This is how the night continued. You must be confused that where the hell is silence in this part. I know its not there. I was expecting this but it could not happen.
The way back to office :(
The Tuesday morning came and we were sipping tea at a dhaba on the way back to Delhi.
People were planning for the next trip. Some were promising that will create same environment to enjoy next time as well but its my personal opinion that every trip that you plan is always executed in a very unplanned way !!! And that's true....
In a few hours or so were reached there in Delhi. Everybody gets off at their respective destination.I also got off at Nirman Vihar Metro Stn to take a metro towards Karol Bagh to take a cab towards Gurgaon. But to ensure my bad luck that day I found Metro lines congested and could not get the metro. So finally reached Karol back using an Auto.
"Jina yahan marna yahan....Iske siwa jana kahan...."
Sitting in the cab towards office this song in the cab was pinching my head about its meaning.
But I think its true ki Jina yahan marna yahan but still iss jahan mein bahut se aisi jagah hain jahan apno ke saath jaa kar tum jeene marne ke dard ko bhul sakte ho !!!
So keeping bunking !!!
Jina Yahan Marna Yahan......
People were planning for the next trip. Some were promising that will create same environment to enjoy next time as well but its my personal opinion that every trip that you plan is always executed in a very unplanned way !!! And that's true....
In a few hours or so were reached there in Delhi. Everybody gets off at their respective destination.I also got off at Nirman Vihar Metro Stn to take a metro towards Karol Bagh to take a cab towards Gurgaon. But to ensure my bad luck that day I found Metro lines congested and could not get the metro. So finally reached Karol back using an Auto.
"Jina yahan marna yahan....Iske siwa jana kahan...."
Sitting in the cab towards office this song in the cab was pinching my head about its meaning.
But I think its true ki Jina yahan marna yahan but still iss jahan mein bahut se aisi jagah hain jahan apno ke saath jaa kar tum jeene marne ke dard ko bhul sakte ho !!!
So keeping bunking !!!
Jina Yahan Marna Yahan......
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