winter

hmm....can u feel the nip in the air...the third dimension which appears on the street lights ...
winter is round the corner and its already getting lonely and cold...

their were times i waited for winters and now it seems i detest them for the coldness and the sadness it beholds...i need my sunshine....

well would it be the second depressing winter in a row ..last year October was when i started writing this blog and life hasn't changed much...

i guess its time...i guess the buck stops here....

the coorgi experiance

Waking up at 7 on a Sunday has never come easily to me ,but I think the very thought of visiting Coorg the most talked about place in South India at least by my nature sucking band of freaks made it a bit easy. Excited on clinching a kick ass deal on a quails I was hell ya disappointed after seeing the Tata Sumo which reminded me of the super car in Mask.

It helped that our driver neither knew English/Hindi nor kannad. I guess he spoke malu which was mandarin to us as well as the locals who would have laughed like crazies if they knew that 4 power packed panjus are heading towards the elusive wetlands of Karnataka with a mallu driver…

Coorg is actually a small district in Karnataka which the met department argues receives the highest rainfall in the world. Don’t know about the official status but ya it rains day in and day out. So if you luv rain catch the next flight to Bangalore and head off and if you don’t stay off.

The landscape is all misty and the greenest of greens. I haven’t seen any landscape so green in India at least. Anyways so the fucked sumo and the crazy driver took just about 8 hours to reach Suntikopa ( four hours behind schedule ) which is were Mrs Muthappa’s estate was .

Suntikopa is a small village and inhabitants are all coffee estate owners and their workers. We drove through coffee estates to reach Mrs Muthappas River side estate; the river obviously was invisible in that darkness. The rooms at Mrs Muthappa's River Side Estate are basic but tastefully done like any south Indian house. And the fact that the river was not a myth and it actually appeared in the morning was an add on.

The landscape was just brilliant and the weather couldn't’t get better…I could have just sat around and had endless cuppas of the brilliant coorgi homegrown coffee and my ultra milds and maybe gone for a walk through the brilliant coffee estates hunting for some snakes and birds ,but my partners in our self confessed and top secret crime had something else in their minds so we ended up at madegiri (spelling mistake for sure)which is the capital of the district and hence a shiti small hill station, the view from “Raja ki Seat"is phenomenal and the very fact that we have some freaking 30 pictures at the same spot is a digital testimony of the same.

The other place I luved was the Abby falls which is about 5 km from the main city and believe me these are actually falls wherein one can commit suicide ,well all four of us thought this is the perfect place to kick life if we come back here again single…… (a lill luv would have had a multiplier effect )

The night was quiet and we had another round of fine corgi cuisine which Mrs. Muthappa who is ex Delhi and really misses the capital served us with someeeeee pride along with small organic bananas. I was about to start another gyan session about how God was an Alien (Read Chariots of God for more information on that) but my travel buddies were not amused and hence I was forced to shut up.

Well I would like to thank our ace photographer Puneet Sewra who can put some real kick ass special effects in your pictures if he loves you, our super model Shivani who we all are so sure should get married to a photographer considering her never ending appetite for getting clicked and the sweetest dictator Ruchi who is well above all this ( wo in sab se upar uth chuki hai) you are all awesome travel buddies and more

Aldo i think i will always remember Mr Muthappa who versed us with his life history, corgi traditions and how corgi women cant get married to outsiders ,his better half for her love and oh food and off course our new driver Fahad who is the wittiest driver in the world……

green dreams , coffee plantations , misty landscape , dark starry nights , compatibility and the reverse of it...perfect chuti personified...

thanks meera for suggesting it ur a sweetheart////

unimportant eventfull

its freakin 4 in the mornin dam.....well my victory rounds after the mindblowin worldcup final have extended in to this wo so senseless shoot which i am not sure ill ever use....well lifes like that ,,,,sometimes you do things knowing theres no point and sometimes u miss out on stuff which is like shit important to your very being,,,,

this day easily goes down as the most unimportant eventful day in my life....dono if thats a oxymoron...well 5 am i shout on my society president,....some freak fauji who didnt like the sight of my all new unwashed sex on toast set of wheels while he was on his morning walk...then he alleges that i tried to run him down ...ya sure i wish i would have,,,thanks to my insane sense that prevailed ....i am proud though how i survived the 7 am courtmarshel with 7 faujis eatin my head on being a good citizen which whose prime most responsibility is to park the car at the right slot,...cause you know such in dicipline can kill some one on front,,,,gurrrrrrrr....feel like shootin each one of them down,,,,

i forgive them hmm i feel like god sometimes....but dam India screwed the shit out of Pakistan and i went mad and am sure embarrassed the shit out of shilpa who just wanted little peace in her life ....sorry baba...some days are just some days....

weird ...how bored i must be to actually write about this unimportant eventful day....am sure there are better days ahead....

were is my change

another year ,,,,passed by ,,,like a uncertain whiff .like a stranger ,,,
its been tough ....huh,,,,pretty tough....
its strange you know when suddenly people around you start disappearing..
like Morrison says....no safety no surprise......the end
shilpa ,dj , meera , mona ....i know u would have been here if you could have but you couldn't....i love you anyways.....
i used to say every birthday of mine brings a change ....am still waiting for that change this year....am getting anxious almost uncertain of what lies ahead....

raft through gods farm land....

i just landed on presumably the highest civilian airstrip in the country....its cold outside....drive towards the the mystique old town of leh is unnerving.......am on a rafting expedition////through the grand canyon of asia....would be rafting through the mighty zanskar valley....walla....3 days of drive through the highest mountain passes in this part of the world...drive...camp...drive...camp.....and then 5 days on the river....tackling grade 4 rapids,..stop camp when u want a sutta break.....start when u feel the adrenalin rush...3 rafts ,,,,7 rafters /////some old fogies...some future acquaintances.....we raft through landscape ...so crass....so imposing...untouched...unexplored....u almost feel like an intruder into gods own farm house...ur off road ,,,of civilization.....steering on gut and a gps....nothing matters anymore....i god dam wanna get lost ..........

irony ........my chutti got cancelled....

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