tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242914932024-03-18T21:16:41.994-07:00OneMan'sDream...a collection of random thoughts and emotionsNitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-40604602174152367962009-02-22T23:02:00.000-08:002009-02-22T23:09:23.039-08:00Tunga village v/s ISBWhile preparing of ISB, I like many other 2010 aspirants had planned an answer which went something like “I want to also join ISB because of its rich diversity blah blah blah”. Little did I realize that my own backyard, well not exactly backyard, the colony adjacent to mine, had a cultural mix which probably rivaled that of anything I will ever see...probably even ISB!!!<br />Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you <strong><em>Tunga Village, Powai aka Ibiza</em></strong>. This little MHADA colony of 5 buildings boasts of an ethnic mix of people which could rival any cosmopolitan Indian city. Over the last 2 years, I have been privileged to witness this first hand and now that I am leaving, I think I will miss this neighborhood after all.<br /><em>Tunga village</em> celebrates all festivals. Given the fact none of the songs played quite give you any hints as to which festival it is, it does tell you to quickly check the Accenture Holiday Calendar to check if there is a floating holiday that day. As a matter of fact, today I heard “<em>dard-e-disco</em>” and some “dope bhajan”, back to back and ….bang on!!! <em>Mahashivarathri</em> was a floating holiday on the calendar.<br />I have also seen political rallies (Raj Thackeray was here on the weekend), marriages, cricket celebrations, “I have speakers and want to celebrate” celebrations, “a few of us are drunk and want to celebrate” celebrations and many more. These “parties” happen on the ground, on a stage, roof tops, inside homes, on the road leading to Tunga Village and anywhere and everywhere there is place to setup a bunch of speakers and have a group of drunk hooligans matching every beat. The genre of music is even more diverse. From Ricky Martin to Jagjeet Singh, from the marathi komdi song to Bhojpuri pop, from Himesh Bhai to Madonna, and on certain occasions even Paul Oakenfold and Paul Van Dykes have followers here. <br />Every night, all one needs to do is climb to the terrace and you will see atleast one building with the s<em>hamiyanas</em> on them. And if you’re really lucky, 2 buildings each playing their own music in full blast with no care of this world. Talk about peaceful co-existence!<br />Tunga Village, I'll sure miss you - Play on!!! :DNitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-38397938180437517632009-02-10T02:45:00.000-08:002009-02-10T03:36:01.692-08:00so much for being resourceful...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNITIN%7E1.VIS%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Batang; panose-1:2 3 6 0 0 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:"Arial Unicode MS"; mso-font-charset:129; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 151388160 16 0 524288 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Book Antiqua"; panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 3 5 3 3 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@Batang"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:129; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 151388160 16 0 524288 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Book Antiqua"; mso-fareast-font-family:Batang; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">So I was using pirated software and it was doing a brilliant job… pdf to .xls converter<span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">My manager came to me asking for something similar</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I give it to him</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Manager is happy, I am happy (good deed of the day kinds)</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">He sends mail to client ...."Eureka, we have the software. Send us the rest of the data"</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">CC's it to senior manager</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Senior manager gets a heart attack</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Calls manager and asks him…."wtf"</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">So manager point towards my cube</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">SM calls me and politely asks me what I am up to....</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">So I ...PROUDLY .tell him my discovery and how I helped my Manager</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">SM panics</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Asks me if I passed the training on ethics when I joined.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I still don’t get it</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I say yes.... y do u ask.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">SM is now sweating</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Gives me a smile</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">And say... Nitin....please note..."I am not screwing u, yet "…<span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> only</span> asking..."what the F*%K is wrong with u ..</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Ur</st1:place></st1:city></span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> leaving the company… I know but why do u want to "<i>lath maro mine and <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ur</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> managers stomach</i>" while u leave??? Please for heavens sake, tell me what you need for the project…We really have the money to buy it for you…promise!!! Don’t use any of this pirated/free/share etc "wares "on firm laptop.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Now the bolt of lightening hits me....aaahhhaaa….So my firm has a problem when if I find an easy non-complicated way to getting a fob done.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">All three people then comment..."excuse us while we save our jobs and promptly begin uninstalling the software and make an emergency call to the client to "explain" what just happened"</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Well, they asked for it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Even M was proud of me</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Till that SM came in the way!!!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">So much for being resourceful!!!!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">In this firm……no "<i>kadar</i>"...in L&T, this very <i>jugaad</i> attitude made me a hero. If you wanna trouble shoot…dial “NITIN”…he will find a way…by hook or by crook. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Dumb rules and policies</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Saala</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> SM even went on to say... “when policies are etched in stone, y do u want to challenge them”</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I started to giggle</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Not the best thing to do</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">But couldn’t help it</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">My head was bringing back images from 10 commandments</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">U know Moses with 2 stone tablets</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">In this case, SM=Moses.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">My manager is probably now scared to approach me for any help. In a way good :)</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="arial"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I think I may just go back to an Industry after all... Life is honestly so much simpler!!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-57563385808332708182009-01-23T02:15:00.000-08:002009-01-23T03:22:01.691-08:00as useless as it gets...How useless can your day really be, I ask you...I have been really really unproductive lately and now its starting to get to me. For example, this is today...<br /><br />Got up late 9am (office starts at 9am)... bad hangover.... had been to <span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Firangi</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Paani</span> yesterday...yes it was a weekday...so what ...drank like a fish anyways....<br />Junked breakfast and <span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chai</span>...too bored...had a litre of water... told myself...no more drinking :P well, its a ritual I follow post any heavy drinking session...y change now???<br />Decided to "work" from home again...boss made a few nasty comments and sounds on the phone...negotiated on half day working. The #%$^&%* doesn't mind the fact that I play games in office but has a problem if I do that at home...weirdo!!!<br />Decided to pay a visit to my ex-CEO...horrid market + carnage on campus this year@ISB= time for desperate measures, backups and solid networking.<br />Horrified to hear, that my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mumbai</span> office (ex company) is shutting down...gossiped with ex-colleagues about transfers and screwed-up suppliers and absence of orders...aaaahhhh....I like the industry, way better than consulting!!!<br />Took a rickshaw to work...reached the south entrance of my office only to realise that the shuttle had stopped fr the day. North entrance was an additional 60 bucks. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aaaagggggghhhh</span>!!! Finally reached office @ 2pm. That was 2 hrs later than ...well...late. Was greeted to a sickening smile from my boss...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">preped</span> myself up fr a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gyan</span> session...did not get it...guess the @#%$$## no more cares since I have resigned.<br />scratched my bald head for some time...yes, that's an "event" in my work-life lately...had a cup of coffee, then a cup of <span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">chai</span>, then played games on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">wellbored</span>.com (a fine site I must say), and now blissfully blogging.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">yukkkk</span>!!! WHEN WILL SCHOOL START????Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-82384248775371082502009-01-13T08:37:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:01:36.999-08:002009 starts with a bang!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Desire</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEpuK-ndPYFKq2HMFO0Ckfrbz3qcnYwSvaGMmncdfqqbyq6_TPZnz0xpIG6lTv7criCAdY6x4xPKfhS477_xrzkXpyYlTutxnWXtbng6tD-A3IkTJYph5KV4IQSsS9MjjPbf-/s1600-h/want_Chor+Bazaar.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEpuK-ndPYFKq2HMFO0Ckfrbz3qcnYwSvaGMmncdfqqbyq6_TPZnz0xpIG6lTv7criCAdY6x4xPKfhS477_xrzkXpyYlTutxnWXtbng6tD-A3IkTJYph5KV4IQSsS9MjjPbf-/s400/want_Chor+Bazaar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290822198356661410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br />I couldn't think of a better followup post. My group met at <span style="font-style: italic;">Chor bazaar</span> last weekend. There I came across this shop selling old Hindi movie posters. As I spent a few minutes looking at those posters, I saw this one kid come up to pull out one of them for a customers. The writing on the poster was "<span style="font-style: italic;">sabse bada sukh</span>" ("the greatest pleasure"). Being short he didn't get it in the first attempt. Seeing the kid reach out for those words, the pervert in me couldn't help but smile .That's when this pic happened. Even <span style="font-style: italic;">Sharmila Tagore's </span>eyes (poster below) seemed to line up just right :)<br /></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-15821806021953139912009-01-05T10:07:00.000-08:002009-01-06T03:20:54.420-08:00The perfect pictureIts been some time since I took a good pic . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Infact</span>, in the last year there are only three such pics (displayed below).<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGV6NKI6aQ6LfiYK_OgPM_LM3gzfDxO7mjqWSabfGiP2eDVGTyDAzCUJX-B6MpINJ9_vXucGtUmKCxKOQ_wSl-Cah9kg-h-mq4GkjUHA8JAMtJiWJBVG0gQdTh89dcBEDMayU/s1600-h/3152478309_cb09bb9631.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288136404320856866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGV6NKI6aQ6LfiYK_OgPM_LM3gzfDxO7mjqWSabfGiP2eDVGTyDAzCUJX-B6MpINJ9_vXucGtUmKCxKOQ_wSl-Cah9kg-h-mq4GkjUHA8JAMtJiWJBVG0gQdTh89dcBEDMayU/s320/3152478309_cb09bb9631.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">Both the times I saw my subject and I instantly knew it...I had been put in the right place and the right time!!!</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6iBhXwT8pyQf-5U2Y5Hli-pam9bmh22JMc5bPgUBV_vFGd4Z2X3r_t-dCRGr-CzdQB7gohYhyphenhyphenpoGMzN9cHjT5Hyc0lhH6P7vVCUrS9i2cDiKSTuDIn8HgENM3u50429z6Y8k/s1600-h/3152478277_3b6866cca9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288136400106518578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6iBhXwT8pyQf-5U2Y5Hli-pam9bmh22JMc5bPgUBV_vFGd4Z2X3r_t-dCRGr-CzdQB7gohYhyphenhyphenpoGMzN9cHjT5Hyc0lhH6P7vVCUrS9i2cDiKSTuDIn8HgENM3u50429z6Y8k/s320/3152478277_3b6866cca9.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">My heart beat faster, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fingers</span> got all messed up on my camera controls and I had to literally calm myself before I took the shot. I knew how the pic would look like when I developed it. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aperture</span> and shutter settings were a piece of cake...no bracketing the shot. It was all spot on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Infact</span> the feeling is so overwhelming. The closest feeling is that of an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">adrenaline</span> rush when u rest after a good workout. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hoping </span>for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">many such </span>this year :) :)</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsgYjVZCMQxL8MA-tQA2KTKPfet-g3VYEZVwm1bS9u_8tkWzUiPggU5xAn6IPBM_Iyb8vsGo22j_PBE8j5rfvU7FpMschbyYA2lt8mJ7WE-rZheMvNM_C7SNFLLKu073QYLHd/s1600-h/2998272706_7b55ace51e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288135442321320594" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsgYjVZCMQxL8MA-tQA2KTKPfet-g3VYEZVwm1bS9u_8tkWzUiPggU5xAn6IPBM_Iyb8vsGo22j_PBE8j5rfvU7FpMschbyYA2lt8mJ7WE-rZheMvNM_C7SNFLLKu073QYLHd/s320/2998272706_7b55ace51e.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-81199778344977423332008-12-22T21:18:00.000-08:002008-12-29T00:19:27.940-08:00Disturbed<div style="text-align: justify;">I live in house with people (my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roomies</span>, those bastards!!!) who can sleep through an air raid. On the other hand, I am cursed. I rarely need over 6 hrs of sleep in a day and I get up to the faintest sound.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Infact</span> the only time I do get "deep sleep" is just after a sumptuous breakfast...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tsk</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tsk</span>...a sad thing when u spend 5 days a week in office!!!<br /><br />So on the advise of a friend, I decided to prepare a list, of "disturbing" sounds which have been successful in making my sleep life.. a living hell!!! aka it was her way of telling me .... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ur</span> "disturbed" :P<br /><br />1. Anything beyond a whisper in my room qualifies for noise.<br />2. TV in any room of the house. This includes the light from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tv</span>, if it enters my room.<br />3. The dastardly door bell.<br />4. Any alarm (including my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">roomies</span>). On numerous occasions, it requires me to wake the intended person up in the other room.(i like to use leg :P )<br />5. Kitchen utensils have wreaked a havoc in my sleep life.<br />6. Walking in my room, is sufficient!!!<br />7. Shower/flush/tap<br />8. Plastic packet not kept inside and hence flying about because of the fan in my room.<br />9. laptop being closed (not shutdown)<br />10. Mobile <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ringtones</span> being played anywhere in the house.<br />11. Dog bark...but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">doggys</span> r <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span>. Kinda used to it after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Snubby</span> :)<br />12. Constant staring into my face while I sleep. Again, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thats</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Snubby</span>, 5.30 in the morning begging fr a walk :P<br />13. Sunlight, moonlight, tube light, mobile light, bulb.<br /><br />And whats most disturbing lately is snoring, yes, my own snoring and the occasional mumbling in my sleep!!! Well, I wake up when I do that as well :)</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-3953444332451323652008-12-09T10:43:00.000-08:002008-12-15T07:58:11.671-08:00The 2nd Degree :)<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I am a South Indian but haven't lived much in South India. However, the 6 years I did stay converted me more into a "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">anna</span>" than I could have imagined.<br /><br />To the point that, I enjoy the slight twang in my style of talking, I smiled endlessly when I first listened to the ISRO scientists doing a countdown to the <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Chandrayaan</span>, I cant do without rice, I absolutely cant live without <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Idly and Dosa </span>and very recently completed my last "South Indian Brahmanical" duty by securing admission towards a 2nd educational degree.<br /><br />But I realised the symbolic importance of this 2nd degree even before I completed my 1st. I was sitting on my usual spot in the kitchen eating <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">dosas </span>when I asked my mother, "what if I don't want to study anymore. I think I have had it with engineering". Almost immediately I heard, "are you crazy Raghu. Don't talk stupidly. You have to study. You need the 2nd degree". And that when I started to wonder, "why?". I then realised that like all mothers, amma was specially worried about the bride hunt, lest I don't find one myself. As an above middle class South Indian <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">brahmin</span>, that was almost a prerequisite (in many cases)...the 2nd degree.<br /><br />She even went to the extent to asking the astrologer about my further studies, and guess what he said, "no"... blasphemy!!!<br />So what if I love meat, not got the sacred thread ceremony done or for the fact that I am an atheist (some say agnostic...who cares!!!). Nothing can be more radical than not getting that PG degree.<br /><br />Well, it took me 2 jobs and over 3 years of corporate life to realize its importance. Now that I have secured admission into the 2010 MBA batch of Indian School of Business (ISB), Hyderabad, I cant stop smiling at the relief I have probably given amma :)<br /><br />P.S: She still insists its not true :)<br /></div><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-39185797833105253612008-12-09T07:51:00.000-08:002008-12-09T07:54:01.449-08:00another day for the tiger !!!Had a meeting today…by far the fastest one I have had in a year. It went something like this:<br /><br />Manager1, 2 and 3: Good evening<br />Me: Good morning<br />Manager1: So I remembered you this morning …hahaha …..it was snowing.<br />Me: Hahaha, I hate that weather…. Is it snowing bad?<br />Manager1: Yes a little … it snowed 2 inches in front of my house<br />Manager2: 3 here<br />Manager3: Likewise<br />Me: Darn… just because my calendar says so., I know its winter.<br />Manager1, 2 and 3: Hahaha<br />Manager1: My shoulder hurts after all the snow I removed last night, I think I’ll use the snow blower today.<br />Manager2: I haven’t use one for the last 1 year…my son does it now-a-days.<br />Me: Hahaha<br />Manager1: Nitin I don’t think I have anything to discuss today.<br />Manager2: Hey note that u’ll need to start working on the numbers on XXX supplier as well, I have told him to send u the data.<br />Me: Will do. Thanks.<br />Manager3: As for me, I had a chat with you yesterday….guess its status quo as of now.<br />Me: Hmmm…so should we wrap it up for now<br />Manager1, 2 and 3: Yes yes…<br />Manager1: Go grab a beer. Let’s touch base next week.<br />Me: You too guys. Have a great day.<br /><br />Total duration 4 mins :-) . And I stayed back for this call!!!Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-57119520210354212442008-11-05T01:20:00.000-08:002008-11-05T01:30:17.628-08:00alone...<div align="justify">He is feeling alone....</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Having always been the person who said he was happier alone, he just realised its not true and all it took was a song.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A song in his head for over two years, he did not know the name, the composer, the scale. No search keys. It was a classical piece, he knew that. He had even shamelessly hummed it to people, hoping someone knew it. But all he found were bemused faces staring back at him.</div><p align="justify">Now after more than two year, he has found it. It was Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. He puts the song on repeat and puts on his headphone. He has already heard it more than 9 times now and with every passing minute, its like sinking into an endless bean bag under a moonlit night, every note sucking him deeper, calming him. Its like life in slow motion. He want to scream it out to someone...he finds no one...</p>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-23924568906713363202008-10-20T04:17:00.000-07:002008-10-20T04:34:08.323-07:00Meet no 2 - Flickr Group 11-10-08<div align="justify"> I organised a flickr meet last week. Venue: Dadar phulmarket and Dadar Fishmarket.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">The best turnouts so far - 16 in all including a firang :). Our events now on will be covered by the elite "Delhi Flickr Club - DFC". </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">The experience was simply awsome...the flower market was a treat to the eyes and the fish market...well... a treat to the ears...perhaps :P "organised chaos" ... to actually sum it up.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">The best part was the people in the market did not shy away from the pic...infact few were only to happy to pose :) all in all...perfect morning (we started at 7am , left home at 5.30am :P )</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68OeCkwZ22_W4_Goybga_e7uA7GKLEzpJSVNRCP3vNZ1WqyHUV3Ebtg0x_xc0Obsfl9fDjv2z4mclDFbpu2Px5OZU4BcBUpbix5w9MQiePcIAPgsBeJgk2raCii8I9c4drBTN/s1600-h/flickr_frnds_high.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259197212966546130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68OeCkwZ22_W4_Goybga_e7uA7GKLEzpJSVNRCP3vNZ1WqyHUV3Ebtg0x_xc0Obsfl9fDjv2z4mclDFbpu2Px5OZU4BcBUpbix5w9MQiePcIAPgsBeJgk2raCii8I9c4drBTN/s320/flickr_frnds_high.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">above and below are a few pic of the gang. For pic by me visit my flickr link on this blog :)</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5Fe7GQUYdtITElW4clfVO_G-dBLQsv86zU9n1ht0hbamj5hoRUW-rFR3b_90v3EDyQdGHGifUc1cE0Gw_ezVMs6xle6ZPyc_2xJ5E2QYz4B7ypFB3MPmxvJ1FcZ_8SteDf7e/s1600-h/flickr_frnds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259197209879114642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5Fe7GQUYdtITElW4clfVO_G-dBLQsv86zU9n1ht0hbamj5hoRUW-rFR3b_90v3EDyQdGHGifUc1cE0Gw_ezVMs6xle6ZPyc_2xJ5E2QYz4B7ypFB3MPmxvJ1FcZ_8SteDf7e/s320/flickr_frnds.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68OeCkwZ22_W4_Goybga_e7uA7GKLEzpJSVNRCP3vNZ1WqyHUV3Ebtg0x_xc0Obsfl9fDjv2z4mclDFbpu2Px5OZU4BcBUpbix5w9MQiePcIAPgsBeJgk2raCii8I9c4drBTN/s1600-h/flickr_frnds_high.jpg"></a> </div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-49135864160450825522008-09-21T08:25:00.000-07:002008-09-24T07:32:35.078-07:00Flickr Group<div align="center">Spent this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sunday</span> with a bunch of people I met on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">flickr</span></span>....The Photography Club of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mumbai</span></span>. Meeting for the first time today we were a group of 8: 6 guys and 2 gals ....</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfmlAX8YIkFGmq1elC1WHpWOL8RsVYR-_7JkbOO8yMRBhWxO1SZz-65oOcw4mSyyo30h5db09RfTZKonFrzEIAl-hrWv0gLx8eR68wnsgzw5gu1_IKeATYzUxEIJ_u861Kbqji/s1600-h/DSC_6562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590912181786786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfmlAX8YIkFGmq1elC1WHpWOL8RsVYR-_7JkbOO8yMRBhWxO1SZz-65oOcw4mSyyo30h5db09RfTZKonFrzEIAl-hrWv0gLx8eR68wnsgzw5gu1_IKeATYzUxEIJ_u861Kbqji/s320/DSC_6562.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Profiles: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ENT</span></span> Surgeon from Australia, Statistician from Morgan Stanley, a software engineer, a Marketing professional, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NSE</span> analyst, Freelance Editor and of course Business Consultants (me:) and my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">roomie</span>).</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkdRmDJAWEKyCfFCjbr21VQSajWhdVljUT1GIoWR2j-mqTENDlpwAHqxGNeFOk5ZqfbwaMdYrosg8C0523sraQ8P8uNMt59POgO_y-C5TmEm98w9Re3rPPwARlh1nPuNBS0kM/s1600-h/DSC_6561.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590911420514914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkdRmDJAWEKyCfFCjbr21VQSajWhdVljUT1GIoWR2j-mqTENDlpwAHqxGNeFOk5ZqfbwaMdYrosg8C0523sraQ8P8uNMt59POgO_y-C5TmEm98w9Re3rPPwARlh1nPuNBS0kM/s320/DSC_6561.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We met up at 11am and started from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">CCD</span> near Sterling. With no definite route, we moved around town through crazy unknown roads (we actually were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">zigzagging</span> the route...because i remember being in Ballad Estate, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dalal</span> Street, Asiatic Library, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mehta</span> road, etc etc etc.)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLfw-e-9za-c3sQH6PWWoYZSxYmLxDPob8g3erO1tn2OZZtbDrtLkb3kuuy8MPKPfZPzqXXLGVv6omxawGfrMxiUGYXLDQekYM020YM_mL7g2o_9ACplhKINUBAE6DUUXlYa9/s1600-h/DSC_6607.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590923143173090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLfw-e-9za-c3sQH6PWWoYZSxYmLxDPob8g3erO1tn2OZZtbDrtLkb3kuuy8MPKPfZPzqXXLGVv6omxawGfrMxiUGYXLDQekYM020YM_mL7g2o_9ACplhKINUBAE6DUUXlYa9/s320/DSC_6607.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">attacked</span> my dogs on 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">occasions</span> :P (poor mutts got pissed when a few of us sat down to take a pics in the middle of "their" road)</div><div align="center">Mondy's was our refueling station -a couple of beers and some good pasta. Our final hault was Gateway of India before turning back. All in all, good day :)</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-21239370823601186262008-09-10T06:52:00.000-07:002008-09-10T07:04:17.667-07:00Discovering photoshop!!!<div align="justify">Yes people...me have discovered photoshop... and some (pratap, gowish, vivek, etc etc) may say "at last" :P</div><div align="justify">So to experiment with it, me decided to try me hand on a few pic me had taken earlier... </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib05apTN6eb1C24mTdao3qwkXl8a19qTJdxhMLKXM_VbzFib788Zj88ThBK5D4q7bVBSrKl-5lrscUwXzleKk__mi3wvSP19C46GXz4cWrlWUPe1KWSJpZkRZX_jFJcxki00yB/s1600-h/The+vase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392512305436370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib05apTN6eb1C24mTdao3qwkXl8a19qTJdxhMLKXM_VbzFib788Zj88ThBK5D4q7bVBSrKl-5lrscUwXzleKk__mi3wvSP19C46GXz4cWrlWUPe1KWSJpZkRZX_jFJcxki00yB/s320/The+vase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify">P.S: I have only reached the "cut copy paste" feature yet....but then...its a start!!! way easier than doing it screen shot> paintbrush> word> screenshot> paintbrush...hehehehe :)</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-44451200251352096152008-08-31T21:37:00.000-07:002008-09-02T09:30:22.220-07:00Aimlessly walking around on the weekend, 30-08-08<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40VZuWScFJEzbhXHzYItqO5LUe-eUNahEt_RYLLp9Ctb0SMNKJTNfRbUnBy0ALMUayot55-huD9VlHg26_bXkvtzepGsZJ-Vku-3_uFIQpFPJGV3yKPPJSD2WSUzIcKi88ZaR/s1600-h/DSC_0copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462108497633186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40VZuWScFJEzbhXHzYItqO5LUe-eUNahEt_RYLLp9Ctb0SMNKJTNfRbUnBy0ALMUayot55-huD9VlHg26_bXkvtzepGsZJ-Vku-3_uFIQpFPJGV3yKPPJSD2WSUzIcKi88ZaR/s320/DSC_0copy.jpg" border="0" /></a></p> A few things (^) u usually dont pay attention to in Mumbai. Had to dip the exposure, a couple of clicks, to prevent the signboards and the roof of the building from coming in the frame.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzIgXE629-lyWL9y0Ji0C06w09SZt2xjiBEKe-aanxQbwo21Lz5h_1s2QS4uGrlLHL02bOnFR9jMJ2PBqT65iOUYfkDICmWNmolyhXCAeQRwGaUvjGLaiCpvPhrflzQXjvjUp/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240907986754640306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzIgXE629-lyWL9y0Ji0C06w09SZt2xjiBEKe-aanxQbwo21Lz5h_1s2QS4uGrlLHL02bOnFR9jMJ2PBqT65iOUYfkDICmWNmolyhXCAeQRwGaUvjGLaiCpvPhrflzQXjvjUp/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center">the song in my head, "I walk the lonely streets on the boulevard of "Mumbai" dreams..."</p>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-25282147332838980772008-08-27T11:06:00.000-07:002008-08-31T23:10:31.580-07:00I luv this day!!!<div align="justify">drunk and back ... :D been a while ...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">has'nt</span></span></span> it :D<br />celebrating with a couple of shots of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">glenfiddich</span></span></span> in my system and I have reached my "happy place" ........one of the best days in a while....<br />an awesome performance appraisal, rated among the top of the group, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amma</span></span></span> finally agreeing to letting me buy a car (hopeful still), entering the top 10 list in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Accenture</span></span></span> F1 teams, India winning the Asia cup <em>(Affy later corrected me... so it was the Idea cup...who really cares... :) :) hic),</em> I planning to join a gym... anymore of "wow" situations I just might <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aswell</span> start <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">believing</span> in god... :) :)</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-84696690376947113392008-08-11T00:33:00.000-07:002009-01-05T10:31:03.684-08:00Manor, 09-08-08<div align="justify">old friends, unlimited tandoori chicken with beer and pouring rain...that's the best way I could describe my weekend!!!</div><p align="justify">Travelling to Manor ("ma","noar"), might have been the worst journeys I have been on over the last 2 year. The potholed NH8 highway kept bringing back the disgusting question "Is this why I paid an additional 50K tax this year???."<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5zPU-auOXZN3JxjTlDaojsmCdOxw6GYqoLE270crqsHTTAnjjzuoXy19hmdBhFxEjCeVTUysL8OeQsd8aruKYQ15ITid8aZVRwK9yfvBIuw6IXTApg8rBaDVgriJIws4Ei1I/s1600-h/CSC_0262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180670446901442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5zPU-auOXZN3JxjTlDaojsmCdOxw6GYqoLE270crqsHTTAnjjzuoXy19hmdBhFxEjCeVTUysL8OeQsd8aruKYQ15ITid8aZVRwK9yfvBIuw6IXTApg8rBaDVgriJIws4Ei1I/s320/CSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxggk4COrvjfAd8NhxK-SJz0B90P1jdOnYLSUSgyvJkW7SqTrSDtjUuIV5SLRbSToPBkaa52flEjyeqWOYOHpaD9-X1w1waepsTGXIYwDCMzFzEAW60LZUyC-oUxjD5mnQS9M/s1600-h/CSC_0263.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180674777591554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxggk4COrvjfAd8NhxK-SJz0B90P1jdOnYLSUSgyvJkW7SqTrSDtjUuIV5SLRbSToPBkaa52flEjyeqWOYOHpaD9-X1w1waepsTGXIYwDCMzFzEAW60LZUyC-oUxjD5mnQS9M/s320/CSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">But the destination was well worth the trip... Manor is a tiny village on the way to Ahmedabad, about 130km from Mumbai. There ain't much to see there...so if u ever go down there...don't bother to look fr some thing exciting... just walk around the village, and let your eye feast on the green around you... </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2bDfl_LrOq_5_WdRuS9UzPc1-9nAXJfbPEF8khh_-Pd97vsJ9jPB41lJYLGTF1nesDc-KePc1E-9ZT4NDbCTmC7egQUTaPPXdlNDnFFhcsDCIsEKRXTudwX2oYn0c9wVcCu5/s1600-h/CSC_0273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233181197603552210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2bDfl_LrOq_5_WdRuS9UzPc1-9nAXJfbPEF8khh_-Pd97vsJ9jPB41lJYLGTF1nesDc-KePc1E-9ZT4NDbCTmC7egQUTaPPXdlNDnFFhcsDCIsEKRXTudwX2oYn0c9wVcCu5/s320/CSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">opps..all b/w pics...damit..I am sorry :P<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY2O2MpOuKy-bluunoj1o8jB-9sd0mnZOaV21hzbbasDz4ybgbttECsDX37l7do8EXpdDTuA33jV2SG3HEFwQKhPgbKS5lvcWpl_rEC2by3zhaFXnuhHwCqPJ1E7nZBvOL7-A/s1600-h/CSC_0272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180685238536370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY2O2MpOuKy-bluunoj1o8jB-9sd0mnZOaV21hzbbasDz4ybgbttECsDX37l7do8EXpdDTuA33jV2SG3HEFwQKhPgbKS5lvcWpl_rEC2by3zhaFXnuhHwCqPJ1E7nZBvOL7-A/s320/CSC_0272.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9grbz2yJyAJN53jZIP0qNKjoeSDmV6uCvi8wN1nOi2Z2rU8QnJhNAZd05j2_wY1jdbrxWM43jYKlA9bQ5vrduVPQ31C8V6s4CnByqUhtp_ObqGMZsHkJ3aioQyeXcFn6Q_mMP/s1600-h/CSC_0227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180663059813202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9grbz2yJyAJN53jZIP0qNKjoeSDmV6uCvi8wN1nOi2Z2rU8QnJhNAZd05j2_wY1jdbrxWM43jYKlA9bQ5vrduVPQ31C8V6s4CnByqUhtp_ObqGMZsHkJ3aioQyeXcFn6Q_mMP/s320/CSC_0227.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-61633186099324414282008-08-03T21:54:00.000-07:002008-08-03T22:17:07.575-07:00Old Mumbai, 04-08-08<div align="justify">This weekend, I spent wandering around the Muslim populated areas of Mumbai. The regions around Mohamed Ali Road, have some of the oldest buildings and its absolutely lovely feeling when u walk into them. The winding wooden staircase, the cobwebs, the huge meter boards and the dim lighting, all add to the charm. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IXcQ_Z_VVpY3JulvSYqarkfh5LolXsuE165syzmYozogYIVDxucFxw-pZJQok7DLCCraw8d7mxMV2dbiw0DKXnrvalOypUy0wgRkg9YYbhOaMAYcgLwG9HBZBr3h68F320Mr/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526073734118802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IXcQ_Z_VVpY3JulvSYqarkfh5LolXsuE165syzmYozogYIVDxucFxw-pZJQok7DLCCraw8d7mxMV2dbiw0DKXnrvalOypUy0wgRkg9YYbhOaMAYcgLwG9HBZBr3h68F320Mr/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjGkKXWPtt1zzdYwOIliXeMclUrHpgxploacdNpISKQa46z-yJYQfkhUpbgaebYWPpB_mZalREn7y-JdGebHh-rs7ybKc11lj6vE07hlcCvSatSQmfFMx05tOsopvKdvbfmYz/s1600-h/DSC_0197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526077989148946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjGkKXWPtt1zzdYwOIliXeMclUrHpgxploacdNpISKQa46z-yJYQfkhUpbgaebYWPpB_mZalREn7y-JdGebHh-rs7ybKc11lj6vE07hlcCvSatSQmfFMx05tOsopvKdvbfmYz/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIglWbaNRN9HuZBX9jYTS6qR6AFd-e1uigKIv0etXDgiTDhgDfxnc1FqLPhPnDVVAang75t2yzKm1_kD8jzEkavimgV9tX4NAl_hI1g4aq1sT5gT6n9u0COsJn1Pi01kTfFOCx/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526083261965442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIglWbaNRN9HuZBX9jYTS6qR6AFd-e1uigKIv0etXDgiTDhgDfxnc1FqLPhPnDVVAang75t2yzKm1_kD8jzEkavimgV9tX4NAl_hI1g4aq1sT5gT6n9u0COsJn1Pi01kTfFOCx/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-10065975824077424202008-08-02T12:09:00.000-07:002008-08-04T07:00:25.648-07:00a window in the fort<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanD9_oGZDanpDNaV0QWMQS4lCiaaRkFpMzm9dQflrFq63-m7LgW5NmC2oPF6iiu7wvFCmbMjY5s30dNWmW58hupVumSIWwhqDqS37-kBzeS20AQV7SKUrkYvxKVE5r14jytmh/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230002061720064578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanD9_oGZDanpDNaV0QWMQS4lCiaaRkFpMzm9dQflrFq63-m7LgW5NmC2oPF6iiu7wvFCmbMjY5s30dNWmW58hupVumSIWwhqDqS37-kBzeS20AQV7SKUrkYvxKVE5r14jytmh/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This pic means a lot to me...</div><br /><div>in a nut shell, it defines the new India...</div><br /><div>To a serious photographer, it may be full of flaws (the yellow tarpaulin in particular and the composition in general :) )</div><br /><div>But to me, it shows the determination... As small a symbol as it may be, its a symbol of a new emergent India... a desire to change, to break the chains (the barb wires in the pic)...a country selectively and slowly, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shedding</span> its past to define a new way...</div><br /><div>It maybe be a tiny step into making a difference (some may argue that I am reading too much into the pic)...but little drops of water make up an ocean ....don't they?</div><div> </div><div>PS: I was a little "happy" when I wrote this...needless to say I guess :P</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-41502844450993136342008-07-26T22:10:00.000-07:002008-07-30T22:23:49.218-07:00street photograpy...my new fetish :P<div align="center">From the rick...some pics are best left out of focus :)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-REK0H4gtyqzGnhGZaB1QWcOKVk7E-U3M5zuwG1-iF7mDIWbEX-fMuW1ppN8TxaupbvSTC17ar63KB8aTQ2EXRvsibXgrf5VGG_JpFxyQeKiDNOT54hNO7NJRuIJ-6_TvumV/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229044117394654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-REK0H4gtyqzGnhGZaB1QWcOKVk7E-U3M5zuwG1-iF7mDIWbEX-fMuW1ppN8TxaupbvSTC17ar63KB8aTQ2EXRvsibXgrf5VGG_JpFxyQeKiDNOT54hNO7NJRuIJ-6_TvumV/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dotted for extra pleasure :P<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4ckeP3FEIz5OZvT4G8hvhlK5F5mW3iIMdwcoOw6enD8VuQhldQ_1kuHlIXFh82wCPZ92AOz8A63KgUUD8UbcLxEzo9K3eJtJj1B7k_MXUqna0g8PN0pMOa8drK40XbJV8UT7/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229044122216874130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4ckeP3FEIz5OZvT4G8hvhlK5F5mW3iIMdwcoOw6enD8VuQhldQ_1kuHlIXFh82wCPZ92AOz8A63KgUUD8UbcLxEzo9K3eJtJj1B7k_MXUqna0g8PN0pMOa8drK40XbJV8UT7/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /></a> the dark passage...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYV9LvfWxqIXVELT4zei1V_-Mz5R7WJ7nJ4ZCjAyQFdvOVIPCwmxCmCyS_UcsvBZWdN2BKA5CgMihrMVGiJVp279HI2hMiCJgDHL9o4-jfTRb6LOq8gDzM0e4-4_9iyYUoGp3u/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229044123986092834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYV9LvfWxqIXVELT4zei1V_-Mz5R7WJ7nJ4ZCjAyQFdvOVIPCwmxCmCyS_UcsvBZWdN2BKA5CgMihrMVGiJVp279HI2hMiCJgDHL9o4-jfTRb6LOq8gDzM0e4-4_9iyYUoGp3u/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /></a> writings on the wall<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XhSRBOWyhmzR2TkUs5xhy0jNlfUYpZ-Q0EcfpKcEFchcDGmT11x03sUX5AMZUwCSBKNE2hL5IzbsSdj5hIj4d2RstJYkIX5Cpbnud4k6cw7AHOjHDcjBXJmWjf04QPw9EE4k/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229044131231979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XhSRBOWyhmzR2TkUs5xhy0jNlfUYpZ-Q0EcfpKcEFchcDGmT11x03sUX5AMZUwCSBKNE2hL5IzbsSdj5hIj4d2RstJYkIX5Cpbnud4k6cw7AHOjHDcjBXJmWjf04QPw9EE4k/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">U'v come a long way...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RUiGoKZrbD6YBAMCDYtkrvGJapSnDiUVeWWuH7QAXSZqE6oAEUz9qQZu8fPWgOIlkS1bAi3Jae_QIWiBBTN39FWa4XOdz9d20C1ejJkDzj_KTCZnR3tN0K_GD7KLVDD3Jd8c/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227557539244710018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RUiGoKZrbD6YBAMCDYtkrvGJapSnDiUVeWWuH7QAXSZqE6oAEUz9qQZu8fPWgOIlkS1bAi3Jae_QIWiBBTN39FWa4XOdz9d20C1ejJkDzj_KTCZnR3tN0K_GD7KLVDD3Jd8c/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-68488058663055933642008-07-20T02:57:00.000-07:002009-01-05T10:32:25.173-08:00Pen,Raigad 20-08-08<div align="justify">This weekend, I found myself in Pen, Raigad. A small town, 70km from mainland Mumbai. Contrary to what I read while I planned this trip, its not a sleepy village by any stretch of the imagination...its a decent sized town actually.<br />Pen is famous for its intricately carved <em>Ganesh</em> idols and with the festival approaching near, my friend and I, armed with our cameras, decided to take this trip and see the charged atmosphere for ourselves. </div><div align="justify">Literally every <em>galli</em> had <em>ganapathi's</em> flowing by the dozen and in various stages too. These are a couple of places we visited...</div><div align="justify">I went in to ask permission from the owner of this place, if I could shoot a few pic...not the best idea if u ask me... supposedly the electrcity had just returned and this meant, the spray painting work had to be completed. And with the dispatch truck expected in the evening, he did not want us to distract his workers. </div><div align="justify">With this he allowed me only 10 min inside. Thankfully, the workers let me stay for a good 30 min :)</div><div align="justify"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfNTQtA-LYeVYTURTqsKOyUfxm7N3FGk7UWNV59qxWn_7Nd7LNfdrQpviENLpZciNhxx_oJ-QaKCfj7RqCuHQJJoQwpkOt6OrTFFBmuUm1xkId5T-lJjw6LsUjLZIuqLE67vw/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"></a> <p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225047035053911986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8uJ0zudI-u1J896WClEL6iq9ZBTzoQsO9YYK-FO_0CdzJBMyUelKjha3w4v3HuaBZymBXGmHZ5RNSlTXB-5yn88ft62Ux_KQrUe2GCsNWvRyWhYWJ8P_lG_7xXgax1SN6MUT/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225047041769963890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuET-7ouhHpS8Q8pmbTklpeQS2Svw-A57yKRow95Pg9JzbYLZsdz28fUIgeecSXxImHFm8Zex_L09WVsCIu4aafEzm4wet49YpiFGrXvLIvaGVwv_2C3KK2GrpQkNPUCkkkU-v/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225047043117108562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfFCxeNP3sw8eV95xd1ueWbQ4zXbRlpH-cIsN-zvjRv4oK_Xetjcebqg04O4-cyyWXR1cYl5pKzZLIof6K1fhnOnd7Il7pHUY89yWqIEpOM66Lh0rVqSeNzmxTfgWj33VRSnU/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /><br />A few other pic I took there before heading out...The one with the kid is by far my favourite :) Just luv the twinkle in his mischievous eyes.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225049153129333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJKkYRTyplncQOCO2-7jcf0r7LFJfInbpkvmSucK7dC2Emt-JlLQGSSYZA3vLAFe9UVW9BFoToMj4EIxrs_Vpsuhj5aO9oLezW4T86NIxIQ1QqLCa1Ry7qtvUeyoGBQwoVKM3/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /></p>Our way back... my friend was doing over a 100kmph, and the second I got a straight road, I asked him to slow down a little and not overtake for a while...the idea was to capture the speed...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225056871974880274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorqmqL2fOJ4H4aPKzWyRVXRpbjWvBDNddtTVlnOEPhULVyuzccTKNLNv-sk8YJ9e4X-lzlQ4FmGE53JAR2N6snRTnLWmCLKwB06OJoIyHfroyGZ9vw4Q7gFeZJgr3aE9_Dol4/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" />Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-71963568715467759992008-07-05T04:36:00.000-07:002008-07-06T23:37:50.800-07:00Mahalakshmi, Mumbai 05-07-08<div align="justify">These are a few pic I took near Haji Ali, Mumbai this afternoon. The heat was a killer and what better way to cool down...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uvRItkQRtCvHi0OWEVVY-79VbtM2zSuq3YmO9PrDzz-0klzqE88bMUMK4gb97nGVS-qLEyCRsyWsmInAKeZ4hmHXIKwdiFMdDxBTVjk2fvll36pXO2PduRCmlhGpjeAGjmkx/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960054719679730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uvRItkQRtCvHi0OWEVVY-79VbtM2zSuq3YmO9PrDzz-0klzqE88bMUMK4gb97nGVS-qLEyCRsyWsmInAKeZ4hmHXIKwdiFMdDxBTVjk2fvll36pXO2PduRCmlhGpjeAGjmkx/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY051q4p05GAmqkbEh5HaDZ0KeQOA69i7wLOO4ziw_SBTKLYMrh1o0SsSjFuZOpHUp4Nubw-ba0txe3NevDwUngcfJzs9n1tZzBQWUC48RKdq68xSu6VIj-1kk11KsY0OvA6Ng/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960063746341346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY051q4p05GAmqkbEh5HaDZ0KeQOA69i7wLOO4ziw_SBTKLYMrh1o0SsSjFuZOpHUp4Nubw-ba0txe3NevDwUngcfJzs9n1tZzBQWUC48RKdq68xSu6VIj-1kk11KsY0OvA6Ng/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5P7x4q304FDd_qqhXW2YvNvWMTNBIyGL45q2mAdlHHW8P8uZGrQMUVDpmWkN-Cm5rcXIxeZ6r5CBKfbapyP4zy_Jt27rzS71AptH43AlP72RBEqZxFaKNH0NE6Zy8uYNW36G/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960068248056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5P7x4q304FDd_qqhXW2YvNvWMTNBIyGL45q2mAdlHHW8P8uZGrQMUVDpmWkN-Cm5rcXIxeZ6r5CBKfbapyP4zy_Jt27rzS71AptH43AlP72RBEqZxFaKNH0NE6Zy8uYNW36G/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /></a> This guy down here is supposed to be the "don" when it comes to diving (well, thats what the chaps in the above pics said :D) He actually came running half way down the steet behind me executing this summersault!!! O ya... and I forgot...he was on "desi daaru"... brilliant :P</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5R7EI9i3eECxzmg0Av4ERbZ4nz5P3fI142F-ugdoO7hAj2CSvI1EnceUxcGjVlToAEaN5LtbVZf_jS9If6QSXH6j_5NtaGObiSq78PfIgci80LRLnukd08hSNQnYNovZeJtyS/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960071607554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5R7EI9i3eECxzmg0Av4ERbZ4nz5P3fI142F-ugdoO7hAj2CSvI1EnceUxcGjVlToAEaN5LtbVZf_jS9If6QSXH6j_5NtaGObiSq78PfIgci80LRLnukd08hSNQnYNovZeJtyS/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /></a>One of the "patrons" of the show. You can see him in the second pic as well :)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Edr_u4VbRBOZnlXz4R-by_xga7OxpDkpGNvxYxI_TazoZE3Jrd-C32qG-S5o3JWvSOm_Rcntkfd52qnmhm1oMQIMqtN_HqUR_GrhzkGQ-jWvIObnfhKqUsZ0FTJSzOCQmU_M/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960072925072866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Edr_u4VbRBOZnlXz4R-by_xga7OxpDkpGNvxYxI_TazoZE3Jrd-C32qG-S5o3JWvSOm_Rcntkfd52qnmhm1oMQIMqtN_HqUR_GrhzkGQ-jWvIObnfhKqUsZ0FTJSzOCQmU_M/s320/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-33552510829341328802008-06-29T06:19:00.000-07:002008-06-29T07:26:30.348-07:00Lonavala 29-06-08<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2b8-3XkMMdoQrUUo3drpAYtmycdeCtCBYcleWWVlJdqiS1vLlxiNXdDH4DwNhxak-V98Tt2JetODHWYrFVKYoK_0iV8vMDajWCDKkfEt4-Y88qfoDOnyhtL6g43KkkCAPEMr/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217300529345710402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2b8-3XkMMdoQrUUo3drpAYtmycdeCtCBYcleWWVlJdqiS1vLlxiNXdDH4DwNhxak-V98Tt2JetODHWYrFVKYoK_0iV8vMDajWCDKkfEt4-Y88qfoDOnyhtL6g43KkkCAPEMr/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG2qH83WHMH_MXyVyfDGdiHag2f8hi5DcN1QuO-C1QglD3707Hcn3qd6a5n9BvoBi1ieGOyVm4j4926xQIG0G0DOhYYda3yMu6yiBXtzMG1udPDDEiTmLYXhILGdVmtZ-zVp6/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217300534265941970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG2qH83WHMH_MXyVyfDGdiHag2f8hi5DcN1QuO-C1QglD3707Hcn3qd6a5n9BvoBi1ieGOyVm4j4926xQIG0G0DOhYYda3yMu6yiBXtzMG1udPDDEiTmLYXhILGdVmtZ-zVp6/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">These pics were taken on my 14km walk at Lonavala. I managed to cover "Bushi Dam" and a couple of sightseeing spots that came after the dam. I got caught in the rain a few time and was practically soaking wet by the end of it. Luckily, I managed to protect my camera :P</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_SL2x81BVBnywhwYRF8v_6VP9Rgb7UEvxNUmGzmULCO1rxKUPSQXTgoeEWr3Y6iVX94fXohJc7ivyzZTDt50a0Vg7bQag2KK7Za7cbfGAHRpRu8w3VngPvPw4G1vQmrhhN0v/s1600-h/CSC_0062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217300541341283666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_SL2x81BVBnywhwYRF8v_6VP9Rgb7UEvxNUmGzmULCO1rxKUPSQXTgoeEWr3Y6iVX94fXohJc7ivyzZTDt50a0Vg7bQag2KK7Za7cbfGAHRpRu8w3VngPvPw4G1vQmrhhN0v/s320/CSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOwSo7KFG8oHQGfZBPOwNbRwkM35aq1j53LeDwGZBokYrQKDqNkkSP8ivRUBrW72lxdI9llzlZYzsx9zfeFw6VeOF-7_nfSn2FG7-cpD1wSsyeieTpKtD3ep7ha3uUM0Z-zGA/s1600-h/CSC_0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217300536645876530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOwSo7KFG8oHQGfZBPOwNbRwkM35aq1j53LeDwGZBokYrQKDqNkkSP8ivRUBrW72lxdI9llzlZYzsx9zfeFw6VeOF-7_nfSn2FG7-cpD1wSsyeieTpKtD3ep7ha3uUM0Z-zGA/s320/CSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGopdTuiTIOFijnfBvPXp7Kdr84izRMeMX6KI-GxxY-ePByu8lAcTeMRHbFvPeXLT07N8mdLqRPeeIFh8rmOs5mzcAvwV7FSiBn1LterD9UN0gFGJ-1BufK0FFafwM6r6Dc8o5/s1600-h/CSC_0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217308992077104770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGopdTuiTIOFijnfBvPXp7Kdr84izRMeMX6KI-GxxY-ePByu8lAcTeMRHbFvPeXLT07N8mdLqRPeeIFh8rmOs5mzcAvwV7FSiBn1LterD9UN0gFGJ-1BufK0FFafwM6r6Dc8o5/s320/CSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Too exhausted to walk downhill, I managed to hitch a ride back on a Tata 407 tempo. It was filled with labourers from Assam and West Bengal. After scaring them with my broken Bengali, I got a few pics :D<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BN9Nrry7ftrmp94tuK0JPsY-l_FsijEng6-UIvASzmnwwuC4lXTPejGjEZ442_XsTgr80dKG9YFGn5-tHfBlALN4E5T7uQiuS1AhFKwWRQOVOLiv6ex2eafmhPfdxJHVm69g/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217306935242160930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BN9Nrry7ftrmp94tuK0JPsY-l_FsijEng6-UIvASzmnwwuC4lXTPejGjEZ442_XsTgr80dKG9YFGn5-tHfBlALN4E5T7uQiuS1AhFKwWRQOVOLiv6ex2eafmhPfdxJHVm69g/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YjybORl1LyyTHfTxn561D9gs4_whKzFw2weNJ-h5sXUmRt74GPA0I-koSUS-pb3OngBirTAOZ4Vc6HFTD9B7VaTzd3SaXFkLzBfoCp-l2SsG06k2apu15jChLKNg_YGPEGq-/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217306925367098994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YjybORl1LyyTHfTxn561D9gs4_whKzFw2weNJ-h5sXUmRt74GPA0I-koSUS-pb3OngBirTAOZ4Vc6HFTD9B7VaTzd3SaXFkLzBfoCp-l2SsG06k2apu15jChLKNg_YGPEGq-/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-80047900766947347162008-06-24T04:37:00.000-07:002008-06-30T23:50:21.811-07:00Fat Snubby!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNJn4ntBurkywg-IB8bDqmQbba4GdWzaphKywK5LAdKnFyp_0GOqToW7tHdwhSm1a8TTEYsbTie-6kN2jxeBo3lrd9ydU9ZvtoGQ93a4LPjlyoDzES0RzOfERS4LY2PEEOiIA/s1600-h/Snubby.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215420515514376210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNJn4ntBurkywg-IB8bDqmQbba4GdWzaphKywK5LAdKnFyp_0GOqToW7tHdwhSm1a8TTEYsbTie-6kN2jxeBo3lrd9ydU9ZvtoGQ93a4LPjlyoDzES0RzOfERS4LY2PEEOiIA/s400/Snubby.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oJBd7MXiQDTyiZmOr-gjwjN2-skpvViSY_HWla7RrVVVbSmhIQb2XfJPCgJyFmxmxAkYltylUycmICyuS_Z-oM9vBZl-x8PqZlc62gfujWb3q9VsEBDogITiTA21QR02N7hW/s1600-h/Snubby.JPG"></a>It struck me suddenly how this "fat wonder" was never mentioned in my blogs. So I decided to compensate it with bunch of the best pics I have.</div><div align="justify">Ladies and gentlemen.I present to u .................FAT <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SNUBBY</span>!!!! </div><div align="justify">P.S. Note the characteristic "pink tongue out of the face" look. He has that look whenever he is in a naughty mood :P</div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-53510354872292787672008-06-14T22:40:00.001-07:002008-06-30T23:54:54.054-07:00Marine Drive 14-06-08<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGYKCkDn-GKcDWbv8hBgY3JVDRCRPwbvdpiG-OTzQQtJ0uHqbhY017hBnwKR7JZGz2wE4WabMbQJ7COgk1VlWKw_N46CGA3iRY7l_UHeteGw7bSRUnjZ4E5L8NSL3-d2K-7bH/s1600-h/collarge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212011066583053538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGYKCkDn-GKcDWbv8hBgY3JVDRCRPwbvdpiG-OTzQQtJ0uHqbhY017hBnwKR7JZGz2wE4WabMbQJ7COgk1VlWKw_N46CGA3iRY7l_UHeteGw7bSRUnjZ4E5L8NSL3-d2K-7bH/s400/collarge.JPG" border="0" /></a> My romance with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mumbai</span> continues. I was in South <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mumbai this weekend</span>. First stop, Cafe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shaheen</span>. The chicken and mutton <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">biriyani</span> here can put even the best 5 star hotels to shame and all for 60 bucks. So after devouring 1 plate of the former and washing it down with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Thums</span> Up(Yes, in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mumbai</span>,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Thums</span> Up still rules the "roost"....pun intended), I continued on my walk to Marine Drive. <div><div><br /><div align="justify">In 30 odd minutes, I was there. The weather was unusually windy and everytime the waves crashed into the rocks, it sent a spray of water into the crowd. And not just people, even the crows seem to be having a blast there. Never before have I seen a crow do a hover. They would launch themselves into the air, hover for a while, then a few would either dive to the ground or lift up and be thrown 50 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mts</span> away. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">For the 1 hour or so I was there, this spectacle didn't stop. I tried taking a few snaps lying down on my back, hoping to catch a crow perform the hover. I managed to get a few of them with there silhouette against the bright sun. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">But what amused me the most were people who were tickled pink(it includes the barber in the pic) , when they saw me lying down on the pavement with the camera trying to take the "crow pics" :D</div><div align="justify">The rest of the evening was much of drag and not worth mentioning. Therefore .........<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tada</span>!!!!</div></div></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-58368390804685336512008-05-28T21:03:00.000-07:002008-06-12T01:29:34.772-07:00The colours of Van Gogh!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQeR-YIfV6VOnKV213mrlld1SIjoYNxOMngxVYMdZScvaUgQX8qTfkh5_Xq_n_-M8aQv0GaaR7WS1lQmLHbiI7VXIOrXW_rty7BlZuTI0Wx-OGr-ODCbVHiBmXnXsaVkK-clk/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205648727742878898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQeR-YIfV6VOnKV213mrlld1SIjoYNxOMngxVYMdZScvaUgQX8qTfkh5_Xq_n_-M8aQv0GaaR7WS1lQmLHbiI7VXIOrXW_rty7BlZuTI0Wx-OGr-ODCbVHiBmXnXsaVkK-clk/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Mysore skys on a single evening.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtiEgpd3hNo21UerKbskP7fUkK-t5r1x7N3ZFhBIOAX6Z365-ciLWdTZh5EtcAI7ryQrDf7ubkNgZGuD9919hGLJQzs6FFCpLGi86MDdWAAGNFlncQCUBrPZFz1amws1HT7Gu/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205648732037846210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtiEgpd3hNo21UerKbskP7fUkK-t5r1x7N3ZFhBIOAX6Z365-ciLWdTZh5EtcAI7ryQrDf7ubkNgZGuD9919hGLJQzs6FFCpLGi86MDdWAAGNFlncQCUBrPZFz1amws1HT7Gu/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24291493.post-86707703168065033152008-05-17T03:12:00.000-07:002008-05-21T21:13:42.285-07:00The Finger :) :) :)<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtp1tSK3r3XREiXcVF8iaTWXO5ztZ3ffiKjAbavLpeTiTjLDKJ85fRq7546uVXOUp-P5kOWB6zkAiX9RdvfQX_NmcK_Sj0Rct2xz3ZnqfKYzEpgJjXvipKVrqUb8I2tpyGEPpU/s1600-h/22-05-08_0929.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203049795787428994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtp1tSK3r3XREiXcVF8iaTWXO5ztZ3ffiKjAbavLpeTiTjLDKJ85fRq7546uVXOUp-P5kOWB6zkAiX9RdvfQX_NmcK_Sj0Rct2xz3ZnqfKYzEpgJjXvipKVrqUb8I2tpyGEPpU/s200/22-05-08_0929.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>do I have an eventful life or what.....first it was my screwed up back and the ride to India on a wheelchair........now its my "bloody" finger.........quite literally.<br /><br />I was moving into my new pad @ Mumbai....the unpacking was getting tiring and I was beginning to sweat real bad....so me went to take off me shirt and ...........bang....... me hand hit the fan.....which needless to say was on full speed :) :)<br /><br />Now Mumbai has one problem.....yes, just one.....the ceilings are too god damn low....and to top it, when one puts a false ceiling, it gets even lower......so, as I was saying.....the blow created a cut....deep enough for two stitches.<br /><br />.....now for the cool thing ..... I find it much easier to show some one my finger and get away...... with a sympathy, of all the things.... :) :)Nitinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720358843768427543noreply@blogger.com2