Its little late in the day to write a review for a movie which has been a huge hit across but I saw it this Sunday and just couldn’t resist to rave about it.
I am a Tarentino fan. Coz if you are not this movie is not for you. The movie has all the ingredients which makes you awe. Movie and the genre has innumerable no of fans worldwide who are willing to worship Tarentino. So instead dilute the passion in my writing I am adding a link of an extremely well written review with which I completely agree. Njoi. the review
Iterating the lines of legendry Joker of the dark knight fame I believe that we have improved when it comes to sense of humor. It’s no longer the type of country with almost no collective sense of humour. Now we take steps to ensure the humor keeps coming and also we have the knack of finding humor in the most unexpected territories.
Like just yesterday one who not to be named Angry (very very angry) Young (superstars are always young.ref: amitabh in nishabd) Man said that Sachin hasn’t played for Maharashtra but only played for India. Which I agree it’s a very valid point. Instead of going to disgusting places like Durban, Perth or Wellington he should have stayed in Vashi and played in D Y patil stadium only representing Maharashtra. He should have made 100000 runs for the soil of Mumbai and spirit of Marathi manoos.
And worse he hasn’t helped his friend some dude called Vinod Kambli.(Vinod who!!!) the same guy who is a failed dancing sensation, failed reality TV star and sometimes also qualified as failed politician and failed cricketer .But then despite having a failed marriage too he is a true Marathi he never played for any other place. In fact when he started playing for India he couldn’t take the pressure of the guilt and comeback running to serve his state. And Sachin you selfish prick shame on you.
Sach (in ) ka Saamna : season 2 , Couldn’t have been more apt
Either I am obsessed with my country or I was supposed to be born in the west and accidently got here. Coz everyday happening here just don’t stop to amaze me.
And I am not talking about slum dwellers or rock stars. Contrast stated coz both lives a life style different from other people. Amusing things are not only the tinsel town break ups or psychotic brutality by some serial killer.
Nandita Puri. Formarly known only as wife of respected Mr. Om puri inked his husbands sex escapades with the maid, neighbor and whoever. I mean he was not even celebrity then and these secrest aren’t really their bed room secrets. These are just some trivia info with no takers.
But then you are no ordinary women. You did this while being in the institution of marriage with Mr. Puri. That what I call guts.
Even Kid rock waited for an year after the break up to release his homesex videos with Pamela .You even bettered him. Hope your biography make some money.Cz I doubt if you`ll get any alimony.
I wonder sometime as a nation what do we need as source of entertainment. I mean we have the biggest film industry of the world. I mean really biggest. (if we also include Mallu cine-artists). We have the most disgustingly the dramatic soap operas where every shot is shown thrice. We value saas, bahu and beti`s with equal devotion.
We have more than digestible cricket season. Which we follow like scientists have followed Hailey’s comet .Which ramp Dhoni walked, which new car Harbhajan has bought or yuvraj has been linked up to which starlet this time. And then every time anybody says we can be No. 1 team we lose the match by a margin. It’s too much entertainment don’t you think.
Not really. We are this drama hungry vultures and our appetite is insatiable. For this GOD gave us terrorism. Now we have an underage iconic figure called “unkle Kasab” giggling in front of court. Grinning ear to ear on the judicial system. Killed more than 100 people in the broad daylight and became a war hero. Shiney Ahuja got worse treatment then him goddammit. I am not saying Shiney did a commendable job by being surrounded by most beautiful women of the country and then coming home and raping the domestic help. I mean dude you never heard things about star power or worse casting couch (Ouch!!). And you fall for minor maid`s tiny lil ass.WTF. But then I am missing the point here, So Kasab has more security then rest of the India. more than a million ppl die every year due to lack of food water and shelter but kasab is safe so that we can improve our ratings in human development index. Amusing ain’t it.
Bloody funny but we are difficult to please genre of people. So we invented politics. Sometimes I feel we as a country are Illpolitical just like Illiterate. We think talking about politics is unprofessional. I mean the max I want from my vote is money well spent. So If I can watch an entertaining thriller against 5 mins of voting exercise I am more than satisfied. So how should I achieve this?
As Raj Kapoor said “Life is a circus “so who so ever is governing yours is better be a joker. So these new jokers are here replacing the older ones. And as any new comers they want meaty roles. And as the 2day`s hits formula says “slap stick comedy” so that’s what it has been.MLA slapping another MLA in the legislature.
Gawd. I died laughing. And so will everybody else being so Illpolitical.
And now I am almost off the reading list of lot of people. So here I am to start again, and what better way to start than some self depreciatory humor.
I know I know its and old trick to get some cheap traffic on the blog. But I can live with it.
One extremely inconsequential fact about me : I do not know how to drive
Long long time ago, and a still remember I used to blog every day.
Yesterday commuting back to home on a god forsaken bus on a god forsaken road I had a realization. Have you ever thought why in the 80`s movies the writers used to go to the hill stations to write, why they would rent a hut on the beach and write.
History is witness to the fact that no literary masterpiece has ever been written hearing the glaring horns of the heavy traffic. I don’t think Milton would have been able to write paradise lost being stuck in traffic in Mumbai rains.
The more you go away from regular flow of creative juices the more they became difficult to come by. It’s been difficult month. Enough things to keep me busy, enough things to ponder and no time to write.
So these days I have been just tweeting. Morning-evening and couple of times in the day. I used to be the types who thought micro blogging is a short term joke and will fade away soon but now after using it for a while I think twitter is equally potent as the blogger. At the end of the day it’s more about the information and opinion.
So pls follow me at Twitter till I dig deep and find more interesting post ideas. Amen.
I m rather un-compassionate kinds, I am one of those who might not be the first one to help in case of accident. May be its lack of sensitivity or the grossness of splurged blood, so my point here is that I am neither expert nor even the right person to comment on it.
As a normal workday I was in an auto , stuck in traffic , following traffic lights/policemen etc. Saw the Morgue Van ahead of me. Trying to take left. And there were numerous cars pushing n blaring so as to go first. I wonder at the irony.
I mean however bad my Monday mornings are I wouldn’t like to make it better by stealing a second from a morgue van.
So is it`s a comeback season. Wolverine was here for his origin, so was terminator.for salvation And back were Mammoth and weasel from Ice age for the mammoth ka mammoth baby . So came back the Optimus Prime and Megatron in company of Megan fox (with bigger assets than last time) to unleash the weapons of mass destruction.
But this is not what I was waiting for.
I was waiting for the most Bitched about athlete of all times. Aka Lance of Armstrong fame. I tuned on to unearthly hours, followed him on blogs and pounced onto his tweets. But Alberto Cantador broke what could have been Lance`s greatest race of all times. May be all comebacks are not fairytale.
May be getting 3rd is still podium for some people and embarrassing for Armstrong. A lot has been said in the press about un-teamly attitude of Cantador linkwhich actually deprived me of visual delight which I felt when Federer won this year`s Wimbledon.
But this post is neither for Lance. Though hes my fav athlete. Its for the Big Daddy of them all.
The ultra rich and uber cool. Schumi. How have ya been
Re-watching season 1 of heroes last night I felt awed and inspired. Its credible that I dint feel anything the first time but I guess that’s the reason why the term rerun was invented. Moving on…so lets say you are standing in the middle of Mumbai roads with heavy downpour and a SPIDER bites you.
(And you go home and take a bath in Dettol water. Would you still become spider-man?? Also why not spider women I mean is spider a gender bias species? Are US researchers listening!!!)
Well since we are just dreaming lets keep the personal hygiene issues out of the way. Practical questions like if batman wishes to poop where does he park his batwings will not be entertained here.
So question is if you are given a choice to pick the Super Heroes/Powers which all you will pick. Dont ask questions like darned MBA`s saying it depends who is giving the choice or depends on how is the choice packaged ...say like Pranab Mukherjee presenting 1984 budget in 2009 which is now a legend in bad packaging industry.
Though at times I believe that I am a mutant with a short term memory loss and my powers inactivated by an evil magician and my life attached to a talking parrot caged in the caves of Canary Island.(why Canary Island?..its tax free dude .u can keep ur loot safe there).
Shall I become Super-man? And start an air shuttle service between Krypton and Earth
Or Peter parker with low self esteem and gorgeous girlfriend
Or Batman coz Bat-mobile is so cool and bat wings are useless
Daredevil. May be less read low box office earnings but still a Hero in Cat-women`s eye
Or Hellboy ..naahh too ugly
I should rather be Mandrake with invisible cloak
Or may be Incredible Hulk. He’s green. Eco friendly with euro IV emission norms compatible.
Or maybe just Chacha Chaudhary with Sabu parked in the porch.
There is less fun in saving the universe against being the manager and let somebody else do the cleanup for you.His brain works faster than the computer you see.
I don't usually pasting stuff from the net on the blog but some of the stuff is ridiculously funny.
Just chk the lines i came across
If Men Ruled the World ... -Any fake phone number a girl gave you would automatically forward your call to her real number.
-Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed an acceptable response to "I love you."
-Hallmark would make "Sorry, what was your name again?" cards.
-When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the match, she´d appear in a little box in the corner of the screen during a time-out.
-Breaking up would be a lot easier. A smack to the ass and a "Nice hustle, you´ll get ´em next time" would pretty much do it.
-Birth control would come in ale or lager.
-Each year, your raise would be pegged to the fortunes of the IPL team of your choice.
-The funniest guy in the office would get to be CEO.
-"Sorry I´m late, but I got really wasted last night" would be an acceptable excuse for tardiness.
-At the end of the workday, a whistle would blow and you´d jump out your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and right into your car like Fred Flintstone.
-Lifeguards could remove citizens from beaches for violating the "public ugliness" ordinance.
-Tanks would be far easier to rent.
-Garbage would take itself out.
-Instead of beer belly, you´d get "beer biceps."
-Instead of an expensive engagement ring, you could present your wife-to-be with a giant foam hand that said, "You´re #1!"
-Valentine´s Day would be moved to February 29th so it would only occur in leap years.
-The victors in any athletic competition would get to kill and eat the losers.
-The only show opposite the India-Pak Match would be India-Pak Match from a Different Camera Angle.
-It would be perfectly legal to steal a sports car, as long as you returned it the following day with a full tank of gas.
-Every man would get four real Get Out of Jail Free cards per year.
-When a cop gave you a ticket, every smart-aleck answer you responded with would actually reduce your fine. As in:
Cop: "You know how fast you were going?" You: "All I know is, I was spilling my beer all over the place." Cop: "Nice one. That´s $10 off."
-The Statue of Liberty would get a bright red, 40-foot thong.
-People would never talk about how fresh they felt.
-Telephones would automatically cut off after 30 seconds of conversation.
Things to wonder
- When French people swear do they say pardon my English?
- Aren’t the ’good things that come to those who wait’ just the leftovers from the people that got there first?
- Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?
- Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken over there ... I’m gonna eat the first thing that comes out if its butt"?
- If the president were gay, would his husband be the first man?
- If you were a genie and a person asked you this wish, "I wish you would not grant me this wish" what would you do?
- How come popcorn isn’t a vegetable?
- Did Noah have woodpeckers on the ark? If he did, where did he keep them?
- If scientists were ever going to figure out how to travel through time, wouldn’t we now be seeing people from the future?
PS:pardon for the extreme ennui inflicted at workplace on the soul of this net junkie.
Almost everybody has seen the movie wherein Will Smith fights abject poverty raises his son with etiquette and shows tremendous hunger to survive and succeed.
Last night I watched it umpteenth time at umpteenth re-run. Of course like everybody else I like the movie. Like pseudo intellectuals I have a condition. While watching movie I can’t keep my brain in hibernation and for the same reason I do not like genre of mindless comedies. So while watching the In pursuit of happiness I wonder certain aspects where movie blends with the viewer and force him to empathize. It suddenly struck me that the hunger to succeed or that single minded devotion seems to have vanished on the way.
I left thinking about the instances in my life when I really really wanted certain things to happen. I keep cribbing about lack of passion but suddenly it seems like lack of purpose too. It’s not really question like why I am here and what is the reason of my existence on the planet types, But enlisting those moments where I used to think about a particular thing for 24x7 or where my effort stayed focused.
I can enlist few of those who want a deeper dig into my life. Will appreciate if people can add their own
Woeful diet control and learning to inject self when was diagnosed with Type I diabetes and everything around collapsed
Making into school soccer team, when they said I am too frail for football and I raised my stamina to a level I could run for more than 100minutes without stop.
Std.12th results, with stupid comment turning into a stupid bet and a stupid rivalry
Giving CAT, continued studying unabashed despite lots was happening around
Writing GMAT and scoring well by getting up at 3 am and writing mock tests.
Surviving in Russia without food and language doing a project
Unfortunately my list is awfully small. These things might not be great things but it involves a time where I gave away everything to make it work. Great life may just be a misnomer but the lack of purpose is what I am after now.
There are so many things about behavioral science, which amazes me no end. In the times before Darwin was born and subsequently imposed the theory of natural selection there were male peacocks flapping their Eastman-color wings or monogamous penguin or croaking tadpoles the method of partner selection had been quite simple and easy.
But as the civilization progressed and humans became more educated, we inflicted a word onto ourselves called COMPATIBILITY. Trust me it has caused more bloodshed in the world then the word WAR.
Cutting it to present implications of the compatibility syndrome its like doctors looking for doctors spouses, IT engineers looking for fellow IT engineers n etc etc…
If an MBA (finance )( e.g ME) look around for another MBA(finance) guess how will we fight.
Her: you did not exercise you Call option hence I am withdrawing your Put option
Me: its ok, you are no more than external liability-depreciating owner’s net worth
Her: If you had no working capital than why did you made the Initial Public Offer
Me: Oh that was just to obtain preferential rights and periodic dividends
Her: whatever you may think but you aren’t the best performing index
Me: My stock performance is directly proportionate to your asset turnover ratio.
Her: Your breakout is never supported by volume
Me: Baby there’s w a thing called return on Investment
Her: you are just a sunk cost of the society
Me: yeah sure, like you are an alpha stock with high beta
Her: I am tired of your talks about the futures wherein the spot has became a spot of bother
Me: Trust me honey I am giving you all the promissory notes I have
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Pls add more to the list. i got tired of the superfluous jargon :D
Patience has a limit. I earlier thought since its etymologically derived from patient then it just mean being sick/patient for a long time and after a while you are just dead. Anyways patience does have a limit and after a while I do wish to get even. So my wasteful brain embarked on a brilliant idea.
So my dearest APPU, the appended lines are dedicated to you and your society threatening wonderful existence.
1.Yo mama so fat people jog around her for exercise
2.Yo mama so fat she goes to a restaurant, looks at the menu and says "okay”
3.Yo mama so fat she put on her lipstick with a paint-roller
4.Yo mama so fat when she bungee jumps, she brings down the bridge too
5.Yo mama so stupid it took her 2 hours to watch 60 minutes
6.Yo mama so stupid she sold her car for gasoline money
7.Yo mama so stupid she thinks a quarterback is a refund!
8.Yo mama has so much hair on her upper lip, she braids it
9.Yo mama so ugly they push her face into dough to make gorilla cookies
10.Yo mama so ugly the government moved Halloween to her birthday
11.Yo mama so dark she went to night school and was marked absent.
12.Yo mama teeth are so yellow traffic slows down when she smiles!
13.Yo mama rouchy, the McDonalds she works in doesn't even serve Happy Meals.
14.Yo mama mouth so big, she speaks in surround sound.
15.Yo mama twice the man you are.
God, It feels so nice .I wonder why it dint strike me earlier. Too cool ashwin
Once upon a time, after 5 days being confined to the 2BHK nursing my injured toe (why and how ...read the hapless story below) I got an opportunity to go to south Bombay. Which in those circumstances was very exciting. More so there was a car (we call it Sax-O-4) in which I can comfortable rest my ass on the back seat and can get driven like a king. So I opened the door and ventured inside in all regality.
10 minutes onto that auspicious ride I discovered that there’s only 1 slipper in the car. which if translated means that I happen to drop my right leg slipper while entering the car and I did not even realized it.
I repeat. Forgot the bloddy chappal while entering the CAR. Ever heard such a story. Ask me I have lived it.
My ever-helpful friends refused to turn back and took me to an urbane footwear store in Colaba, good 30 km from where the slipper was last seen.
PS: we did happen to come back from the same route (obviously coz I had forgotten it in my colony and I wouldn’t let go my house in embarrassment of losing a slipper like dt.) and my slipper dearest was lying all-alone there unattended after 8 hours.
Some things are just meant to be part of your life. They will wait for you even if you have been wandering in search of better slippers.
I mean yeah the url of the blog says about life in its intricacies the appended stories are also to be based on life only. Of course I do want to cover life stories of rich and famous but my life itself is so funny that I get no time to take a dig at other people’s life.
So what did I do this time?
I actually am rather lazy and most of the pain is not really self-inflicted. But then somehow the gates of the heaven search me from remote corners and put me at epicenter of activity. I was lazing at home watching T20, cursing some unknown bowler who was getting belted by some unknown batsman. Then at 11.45 pm I was told to accompany the gang which was going to celebrate our other friends birthday at his place. Nothing wrong till here. Cake throwing ceremonies were completed and we went to the nearby restaurant to order some beer and of course. B`Day bumps.(see all very usual till here)
With my frail figure I am usually in the kicking party rather than holding-the-guy-party.
So when 2 people try and kick the bday boy what you think will happen.The boy will scream in pain? Incorrect. We had an under his but collision and the other guy who has helping me in kicking the day lights out of the bday boy landed his foot right on my right toe. Result : a minor crack in my bone. I mean what was my fault dude. It wasn’t even my bday so why such present.
So this describes my past 1-week. Have been at house arrest from past 5 days. Jailed at home with nobody and I cant move beyond 10-15 spaces.
Sandip tell me 1 good thing that has happened after you were born I mean seriously even ur birthdays are a threat to mankind.
PS: pls try this at home. I really want a reassurance that such a thing can actually happen.
Having been blogged out of head and fighting ghosts of (navigator) future prosperity and green pastures I am back in front of my old desktop screen with nothing constructive to do.
So where was I lost.
Attended more weddings, answered umpteen no. of people when is me getting married which is in some light years time.
Some hectic train journeys including relentless yet unsuccessful berth barters
Making impressions in-front of parents and convincing that bachelors can also live peacefully and like all the other things concerning generation gap hygiene factors benchmarks also differ among generations.
Have been out shopping. Quite unlike me but for mom, dad, cousin no. 1, no. 2, no.3.Being the eldest in the joint family is an extremely expensive situation to be in.
Friends leaving Mumbai. Arranged their farewells, the last lunches, dinners and tea breaks together
Three novels. Not really 3 mistakes though. Went back to old school fiction and liked it for a change.
But now I am back. Bored of being away from writing, from brain juices getting wasted .Bored of the tiring life which lack substance and bored of waiting something good to happen.
So I may march ahead and keep posting ennui details of the journey.
I don’t really know how and when “tough gets going”. But whenever its suppose to does I happen to be very close to it right now.
In living life as it comes type of approach there a basic flaw. There’s no window to hedge the situation. And sometime you can end up on the wrong side. And sometimes you can end up at the wrong side of the Job, relationship, market…all at the same time.
The over simplification solutions do not prepare you for analyzing all the variables at one go. And it is essentially based on the premise of always having the grip on the things. In unforeseen circumstances and unprecedented times you just don’t know which way to go.
It’s called the cooling off period. The over emphasis and the 100th post obsession was taking its toll I guess. Though I updated a long posts on my enlightening Trek on Shyadari`s the daily routine of life was eating away my enthusiasm.
So I took off. Saw college friends getting married, starting their new lives, the look of butterflies in the stomach, the spring in their steps and feeling of being lost in the tamasha called great Indian Marwari weddings. Three days at hometown after that were satisfying in lot of ways: detoxing , complete rest, away from frantic pace of big city and of course being with family.
So the break is now truly over. I am back in the big bad world with bad news and forecasts from the company on daily basis, back to meanness and this time I mean business.
Nice things in the world lasts less. Something I always knew but my laziness keeps holding me back.
No these lines are not from my morning dream. Though it felt like one.
Despite the sun burnt nose, stiff calves and ugly tanning…the trek felt like visiting a different world.
A trip to Harishchandra Garh in the middle of Shayadries is any trekker’s delight.
Curtain Raiser: After days of Planning and enquiring people (read begging and coaxing). I and Rajat decided that we will take the plunge come what may. We made the checklist, assorted the first Aid kit gave each other assurance. Cursed people who ditched in the last minute, praised people who did manage to join eventually and we started the journey.
How to reach: Reach Kalyan Station, Bus for Aley Phata from Kalyan via Murbad in every half an hr. Get down at a place called Khubi-Phata at the beginning of the lake. This will take around 2 hrs for apparox 90Kms. Then take a jeep or walk to the Base Village (Khireshwar) which is approx 4-6 kms. Last Jeep goes at around 5 pm for returning.(Getting stuck there after the whole trek can be extremely painful)
So we said why bother so much of iterations and lay slave on the reliable public transport system, we just hopped onto the car and started. The ride at 4.30am on the Mumbai express ways was interesting but once you move beyond kalian it was absolutely ecstatic. Excellent Roads added with beautiful landscape. Roads covered with trees shadows and first rays of the sun amidst them. The view takes you away from the daily grind of metro life almost immediately. But of course it was just the beginning.
So Me, Rajat and Amol (friend, philospher & guide…why writing this is important will tell later.) embarked on the voyage throwing caution to the morning wind.
We reached the base village by 8.30.everything looks serene and beautiful with manmade lake alongside. The exploration team was incomplete as Mr. Bo & Mr. Pint were yet to join so we wasted time by taking a dip in the lake. Playing with the fishes and eating farsan on the small rocks surrounded by water.
By the time our rest of the crew arrived it was 11.30 am with 40C and scorching heat. But the enthusiasm was still alive so we marched on.
Packed with lots of water and lots of food (with lots we meant 4 litres of water and few packs of biscuits) we started our steps to the pre historic temple. The trek despite the heat is beautiful .The way between the shade of trees from both sides made the nature walk incredibly satisfying. The upbeat mood stayed for full 3 hours. Till now we had cleaned up 3 litres of water and were just half way thru. Then we arrived at the “rock patch”. The memories of Ethan Hunt in his cool sunglasses hanging on to the cliff with one hand flashed into my mind. And overwhelmed by thinking about such an experience I reassessed and decided to go ahead with the rock patch. But unfortunately when Ethan was hanging there I m sure there must have been safety net .So we cut the heroics and ended up crawling and inching on that steep climb rather than doing any stunt. There was no audience, no million dollars for the stunt but hell care we finally manage to survive.
So 4 hours done and still the destination nowhere in sight. By this time all the water was over and lungs started shrinking. Then our dearest guide spotted a flag which he proudly declared is of the temple. This started the wild goose chase towards the flag which only Amol was being able to see.
After crossing 6-7 (do not really rem…was almost dying of thirst) small hills we managed to reach the temple, rushed to the small pond of water in the temple. I have never drunk so much of water at 1 go in my life.
The temple was beautiful, In the pre historic black stone it looked pristine. Ornated with bright red Lord Hanuman sculpture it looked fantastic and eerie in the twilight. Then there were caves besides it where we were supposed to put up for the night. But the good sense prevailed and so did the generosity by the lone village couple on the top. We slept in the verandah of their small cottage staring directly at the brightest moonlight.
Day 2: Waking up on the top of the hill was a new feeling. Clouds lazing around at your eyelevel, rising orange Sun looks so close and embraceable. The freshness of the wind makes you inhale more and more of it. Suddenly you don’t feel all the mad climb of previous evening.
We annexed a hill spot called Konkan Kada. From here complete Shayadhri is visible. The view is not only breathtaking but also intimidating. How I wished I could just get a Glider transported here ( of course you don’t expect me to get it here on my back with 5 hours of climbing right?..you may ask do I know how to glide but I don’t think that’s an important point, I don’t know how to drive but I still dream about a Mercedes everyday :P.) Besides the jabber talk Konkan Kada in early morning sun is a place you`ll pay anything to experience. 50 mins of uphill climb from there can take you to a point called”Taramati”. But walking whole day in the blood sucking heat has taken the toll and we decided to give it a miss. (Taramati shall explore your secrets next time..).Post breakfast we decided our downward journey at around 10 am.
Reaching back super dead around 2 pm took a holy dip in the lake. I exhibited my new found swimming skills in the still lake water. Washed hair with undrinkable beer, had lunch in a roadside dhaba whose name I do not wish to remember. But what I do wish to remember is
2 days away from all the mobile signals. Absolute tranquility, priceless in today`s times.
Spending night on top of the hill with no water, no electricity, no bed, no mattress
Eating the typical (read otherwise inedible )village food and thanking god for it being there atlest
Realizing that we actually would have been lost without amol in a place with no village close by, no water and no signal
Visiting a village where there is no mode of transport for at least 18hrs a day.
Being with nature and absolutely nothing else.
Drove back to Mumbai with an experience of a life time and energy for the months to come.
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