The top seems to be my favourite destination....

One day trip to Savandurga......

There was some random e-mail in my inbox from some website featuring flash deals regarding a conducted tour to a place called Savandurga, Asia's largest monolithic hill..... Largest, tallest, fattest and fastest.... These superlatives always have a deep impact on my mind.... And immediately I decided to visit the place.... I told Debanjan regarding the plan and my ever ready travelling partner gave me the responsibility to plan the entire trip.... I informed Joydeep, my friend form my undergraduate days, who currently lives in Bangalore, and he too answered in affirmative.... And I jumped on the task in hand..... Initially we planned to go by car but our budget was so tight that the car seemed to be a distant dream.... And immediately I looked for the bus routes... And to my surprise there were numerous buses plying from Majestic to the destination..... I noted down the bus numbers... And we were all geared up for an eventful climb to the top... Myself, Debanjan, Joydeep, and Jayanta, a friend from Bangalore......

The way to the top......

I and my friends Debanjan and Abishek made an unplanned trip to Chikkamagalur district of Karnataka over this weekend (28-29 April, 2012). On 26th night we made bus reservations from Bangalore to Chikkamagalur through K.S.R.T.C. website. Though we got Volvo tickets to our journey back to Bangalore on the 29th night ( though it may be called 30th morning as our boarding time was 12am), we did not get tickets under Premium service class on our way forward on 27th night and thus we were prepared for " A bumpy ride" as Enrique would love to say (or rather sing :P). I prepared some curry for dinner and planned to buy parathas from some roadside hotel but my "bhukkar" (glutton for all those who are not familiar with this colloquial term) friends did not find the curries enough when we finally met over dinner at our pick-up point, Kempegowda bus stand popularly known as Majestic. As a result we planted ourselves inside a nearby restaurant for a grand dinner.

time is a passing moment..... and with time everything passes by.....your happiness your sadness.....sometimes your entire entity.......

Promises................

Are promises meant to be broken?

Are promises made for the fleeting moment of  surreal happiness?

Are promises made for getting that feeling of being the saviour from the dreaded moment of being lost?

Are promises made for the sake of making it?

Are some promises made to get over a matter?

Or are they made to make hearts shatter? 

Leaving the corridors of being myself..............

when you are uprooted things seem so out of focus, so absurdly hazy, you feel your entire world has come crashing down. That is what I felt on my first day in IIT Bombay and still going through the trauma. I have lost my identity in this single hostel room. I cannot come to terms with this celled life. I have lost being myself. I have lost my vivacious self. I cannot find me here. I want to turn back the wheels of time. I want to go back where I belong. Well now I know accolades are so meagre compared to your being, your inner soul, your love for what belongs to you...........