The Twin’s First Trip To Mahabaleshwar

Winter in Pune, is a joke . Not a typical ‘HAHA’ joke, per se, but a ridiculous one where you eagerly pull out woolens from boxes, sun them and then wait patiently till the weather is cool enough to use them. And then you sit back and twiddle your thumbs, waiting for the cold winds to blow your way.

The weather, alas, has other plans. So while the Northern region of the country freezes away to glory, the twins at home refuse to wear a shirt over their vest, claiming it to be ‘too hot’. The fan whirls at a nice speed as we sleep in the night, justifying, somewhat, the need to use a blanket (forget the heavy ‘razai‘ !).

Winter hasn’t technically arrived yet and I have already packed my woolies back in their boxes. Maybe next year, I will give them all away to charity.

Anyhow, so desperate was I for hint for chapped skin and dry lips that the BF obliged and took us to the nearby hill-station of Mahabaleshwar - the land of the Strawberry goodness . This was couple of weekends back. We just decided on the spot, packed our bags, fished for a few woolens for the kids and set off. I had just picked jackets for the twins but the BF suggested that Mahabi (as Mahabaleshwar is lovingly called) is a LOT cooler than Pune. With a hum and a haw I packed two sweaters too. Okay, on a side note, believe this – I packed clothes for me, the BF and two kids, with two sets of changes in one ruck-sack. I’m smug as I type this, because before this, each time I stepped out of the house, even for a day, I would carry at least 4-5 sets each for the kids, with towels, napkins, jackets, etc. Not this time. I kept it to a minimum, with just another hand-bag with the edibles. Thats it. With two bags in hand, we set off. The BF was mighty impressed with the limited luggage (He wasn’t so impressed the next day when he found that I’d forgotten his change of inners !! Oh well….we’re learning, aren’t we?!)

So we started not-so-early on Saturday, had a nice 3 and an half hour pleasurable ride through beautiful hills and fields. We crossed the picturesque town of Wai, famous for many movies (Swades, Bol Bachchan, Gangajal, etc). We didn’t stop there though. The ghat stretch was pretty treacherous with sharp bends and we wanted to reach Mahabi before the traffic got worse.  Once we hit Mahabi, we visited the Mapro Garden. I think it is a popular destination for food/ice-creams (served with fresh strawberries)/ candies, syrups, squashes/jams/honey, etc. Though Lui had a bad cough, she kicked up a big fuss when we refused her the ice-cream. When she started screaming blue murder, we gave in and got her a cone. “She won’t be able to finish it”, the BF told me. Knowing my girl, I should have bet him on it. She finished it without a care about the world. I mentally thanked myself for remembering to ger her cough syrup along!

Shobby wouldn’t allow me to click his snap, behaving like a celebrity caught in the vicious circle of paparazzi. After a few snaps of him covering his face, I gave up .

The Mapro farm had put up a big trampoline inside their premises. There were a bunch of kids already going bonkers on it. I was a little apprehensive, what if someone lands on them?! But then, the kids seemed excited and we dumped them on the trampoline.

The twins had a blast, as you can see . Lui was annoyed when we pulled her out from there and started another tirade of rants. The BF quickly bought a big box of fresh strawberries from a counter outside and handed it to her. Thats it. The girl was on her best behavior throughout the trip. By the way, strawberries are her favorite fruit. She was overwhelmed at being given an entire box to herself, to eat as much as she wants. Believe me, she was so quiet afterwards that we wondered what was wrong with her

We reached the MTDC resort by noon (why MTDC?? Because the Country Club membership is one the worst mistakes we’ve ever committed in our lives!! In spite of being members, in spite of paying the AMCs, we still have to inform months in advance even if we need to go on a short vacation of 2 days !! We tried to book the rooms in the Country Club resort around Nov/Dec. Even then, we were told that bookings weren’t available. Anyone know if we can get a refund from the CC guys?? )

Anyhow, the MTDC resort was pretty good too. Not luxurious, but serviceable, yes. We got a nice family suite with two rooms. At 1pm in the afternoon, the room was chill enough to freeze water. I’m not kidding. The mattresses were frozen blocks of ice! When we rested there for a while, no matter how much we rubbed our feet together, the bed wouldn’t thaw . Exactly what I wanted

We ordered lunch, quickly gobbled the food and then contemplated the next step. I think an honest confession is due here. Neither the BF nor I am keen on walking long distances. We thought and we planned and then after much discussion resorted to taking a well-deserved nap after the long drive. So we all hit the bed.

I woke up the kids around 4pm. The MTDC resort is closet to the sunset point and I wanted to take the kids there. By now, there was severe chill in the air, even though it was sunny outside. The kids wore their sweaters and then the jackets over the sweaters! For kids running around in chaddi-banian at home, this was a major weather indicator

I took the above two snaps while the kids were playing outside our rooms. Though there were two swing sets, the two settled into one

Don’t be fooled by the sun. It looks warm and sunny but it really wasn’t. It was COLD!!!

It was pretty cold at the sunset point. I thought it would be enjoyable, but ummm, frankly speaking, I wasn’t impressed. Towards sunset the crowd swelled to hundreds and before my very eyes, dry winter dust rose sky high and provided very little clear view of the sunset. It didn’t help that the horse-riders were galloping around, kicking up further dust! Before we knew it, the sunset was over. We trooped back to the resort. There, the twins spotted a complex set of slides and bridges and set off for it even before I could give my consent (not that they expected otherwise, but still. A mother ought to command some respect )

After nearly an hour of play, we finally headed to the restaurant for dinner. It never struck any of us that we could take the car out and roam around the town streets, checking out their night-life

Once back in our suite, I have the kids a nice hot water bath, bundled them in their pyjamas and sweaters and settled them to watch “Charlie and the chocolate factory”. Meanwhile, me and the BF took a leisurely stroll outside, reveling in the chilled air, the one which makes your insides shiver (bliss ). Eventually, we saw the lights going off all around us, one by one. so we pulled out chairs and sat outside the room, chatting like we used to , a long time back. I think hours passed. Sure that it must be nearing 12:30 in the night, I asked the BF if we should go in.

“Its only 10:30 now”, he informed me.

“What?!!” I mean, it seemed like ages since we were sitting in the darkness. If it was still 10:30, what time did the people around us go off to sleep?? 8:30??!! Its an unthinkable hour, by our regular standards

Anyhow, we called it a night . At least the BF did. I was busy finishing “the immortals of Meluha”. We woke up early the next morning. The BF had some work to attend to back in Pune, we wanted to be home by afternoon. On the drive back, we came across Venna lake. Lui and Shobby wanted to go boating, but he service hadn’t started yet. The BF was in a hurry so we kind of cajoled the kids into believing that only kids who can swim are allowed to go boating. My poor little angels for the fib . Though they agreed, Lui wasn’t happy about the whole deal, something that she made clear by pasting the biggest frown on her face when I asked them to pose for snaps! Shobbs had no qualms in smiling though.

We made only one stop on the way back. Halfway through, we came across a nice stretch of farms and on one end was a stall selling sugarcane juice. Who could resist?? We bought 2-3 mugs of it. I asked the seller to add ginger to make it easily digestible for the kids. Alas, they hated the taste of it. But again, they had no problems posing for a snap . Lui’s good mood was restored too.

We reached home by lunch time and after that, life was back to routine.

After reaching back,  I realized that we had crossed a major milestone. I rarely took the kids out for long drives before, bothered more about their toilet urges and not having proper facilities on the way. I wondered if the kids will fall sick, throw up and be miserable. I wondered if I would be able to manage them.

This trip was an eye-opener. I realized that my kids can control their urge until we reach back to our room. There were no accidents, no throwing up, no peeing on the bed and surprisingly, in spite of that big ice-cream, no coughing and fever from Lui. The kids have grown up, and how!

I feel useless . Drat them! Why couldn’t they have been the itty-bitty babies they were before

*sniff*

 

 

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Its Called Reputation, My Friend!

Many moons ago, Dad was posted in Pune. It was a quaint Army establishment, about 20 km away from the main city, near the famous Khadakwasla lake and under the veritable shadow of NDA. The place was called Institute of Armament Technology, now called the Defense Institute of Advanced Technology.

DIAT

Dad was posted as the Chief Administration Officer, a profile which in common terms would be classified as Jack-Of-All-Trades. So apart from managing the infrastructure of IAT, dad was also much involved in settling squabbles, rehabilitating retired servicemen, touring the premises umpteen times a day and in general, getting on everyone’s nerves!! (hehe, just kidding Dad )

The weekend before Eid, me and the BF got an opportunity to drive down to Khadakwasla village. There is a quaint little Masjid there, the maulana of which used to teach us the Holy Quran. Every year, it is a ritual to visit the Masjid and hand over some Hadiya(gift) to the Maulana. Usually, we used to visit the place in the early days of Ramzan…alas , this time we were caught up with many other things and couldn’t make it until the last minute.

Now Khadakwasla is a good 20+ km from my place. A distance, which I usually never think of covering myself unless the BF is with me . We did think of taking the kids along, but what with them being cranky the whole day and then dropping off to sleep just when we were planning on leaving, there was no option but to leave them behind. Also, since it was raining cats and dogs and their mamas and chachas, we thought it prudent to leave the kids back home (though we were travelling by car, the road to Khadakwasla is not known to be in the best of conditions…more so in the rains  !!).

It was a lovely drive….after simply ages, me and the BF were together without the noisy presence of the kids . We sang out loud, gossiped, called each other names and in general, had much more fun in that one hour than in the last 6 months !! Once we reached our destination, we met up with the maulana, handed over the Hadiya and then prepared for the long trip back since we wanted to get home before Iftaar time. Coming out of the tiny village, I had a whim and asked the BF if we could just take a short trip to IAT which was barely 500 metres away from where we had stopped. The BF obliged and we made the turn.

Now, IAT has two gates, one is the main gate which was a kilometer away and the other one was the smaller gate usually taken by residents of the bungalows in that section of IAT. When we used to live here, this gate was our regular route. So me and the BF made straight for the smaller gate. There were two security guards standing there, who on seeing us, instead of opening the gate, yelled at us to go back.

I was a little stunned at this reaction…but then realized that this was a defense establishment and given the current scenario, the security would be pumped up high. The older of the two guards, a man around 60 came up to us and sternly told us not to breach security. We were a bit indignant , because frankly, the way he said it , made it sound as though we were planning on running right through the gate !!

Anyhow, the old man came up to my window and this is how our conversation went :-

Old Guard (OG) : Gaadi peechhe lo. Gate ke itne paas mat aao. Aapko pata nahin hai kya, yeh defense establishment hai.

Me : (in all politeness) Haan pata hai. Hum yahan rehte the pehle.

OG : (looking even more guarded than before) Kahan??

Me : Yahin. P-9 bungalow mein. Mai Colonel Yasin ki beti hoon. Aap jaante hain unko?

OG : (looking suspiciously at me) Haan ….mai jaanta hoon unko….lekin unki beti to… (here he wags his index finger , a sign generally used to denote the slimmer side of things)

Me :  (smiling politely while jabbing my elbow into the BF’s ribs to stop his mirthful giggling) Haan..unki teen betiyaan hai. Mai sabse chhoti hoon. Aap meri behen ko jaante hai….

OG : (breaking into a smile finally ) Arre haan…unki yahan shaadi hui thi na?! Hum aaye the. Sahab ne bulaya tha.

Me :  (totally amazed) Aapko shaadi yaad hai?!

OG :  (grinning happily) Ji haan. Hum logoen ko sir ne khud invite kiya tha. Aisa kijiye, waise to yahan se andar jaana allowed nahin hai….par aapko andar kaam kya hai??

Me : Mujhe apne husband ko hamara purana ghar dikhana hai. Bas 2 minute lagenge.

OG : Achcha theek hai. Lekin please aap jaldi aao.

Me : Zaroor. Thank you.

The OG opened the gate for us and we cruised in. A couple of minutes of silence later, during which we were busy absorbing the beauty of the place, the BF finally piped, “He remembers your dad!!”. I just smiled on smugly

We made a small trip around  the place…..went to the bungalow where I used to live and where the BF used to drop by once in a while for group study during college days . Okay, so we weren’t really truthful when we told the guard that I wanted to show the BF my house. The husband had been to this place ages ago and loved it just as much as I did. That’s the reason we planned to drop by again. Those were wonderful days and it was great to relive it once again.

While on the way back, the OG rushed to open the gates for us once more. I rolled down the window to thank him. He just saluted us with a big grin and told me, “Sahab ko bolna, hum unko abhi bhi yaad karte hain. Kabhi Pune aaye, toh IAT zaroor aane bolna”.

I replied back in the affirmative and we made our way back home.

For a long while, we were silent, both of us ruminating over the past 15 minutes.

After a while, the BF broke the silence, “You know….I’ve been in this company for 5 years. Tomorrow if I leave this place and then come back after a year or so, probably no one will ever remember me”.

“Same here “, I replied glumly.

“You dad was here for only 3 years, yet 11 years later, people still remember him”.

“Hmmm”.

“That is some reputation, I say”.

“Truly”.

*Silence*

“We’ve got a long way to go”, says the BF.

And I realized he wasn’t just talking about the way back home





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Yeh Leh – Part III

(….Contd from Part-II)

 

Day11: Monday July11, 2011:

Snow capped peaks

Prabul reached us at 9 AM. He started early despite fever & we owe him for that. We packed and departed Leh around 11 AM. Kashmir, here we come! Or so we thought. End of day, we could only reach Kargil! Ate delicious Kashmiri Wazwan and a shopkeeper narrated stories of the infamous 1999 Kargil War. Amazing to note, the town bounced back into a major commercial center, despite being ruined during the war! Nothing special about this day, except that I felt I was riding through history. Nice feeling.

 

Day12: Tuesday July12, 2011:

Rugged, rugged terrain!!

 Left Kargil at 9 AM after a local tea & breakfast. Rode past Drass around 11 AM. Stopped at the Drass War Memorial. The highlight this day was – a sign just after  Kargil town  that says “You are under enemy observation”. The place is called Sando Top, from where you can see Pakistan Army posts AND THEY CAN BLOODY WELL SEE YOU! We didn’t have the guts to stay and find out. Rode like hell out of that place

War memorial

Crossed Fotu_La, the highest point on the Leh – Srinagar road. Rode on to cross Zoji_La, one of the most treacherous roads on that stretch. At one point, you can see the base camp of pilgrims heading to Amarnath (place called Baltal). Reached Pahalgam for lunch and left from there at 3 PM. Reached Srinagar, the paradise on earth at 6 PM. Found a place to crash. Freshened up, rode out to the town, did some shopping. You’d be surprised; the night-life in Srinagar extends up to at-least 12 mid-night (unlike Bangalore where the cops insist you sleep at 11 PM). We learnt that next day, Martyr’s Day was being observed & that we were actually living in the middle of the hottest spot in Srinagar (called Lal Chowk). We decided to crash early & leave early the next morning. Ate the best Chicken dishes on this side of the equator

 

Day13: Wednesday July13, 2011:

Shikara on the Dal lake

Left early around 6 AM, only to run smack into a CRPF check-post. The soldiers were friendly, but wary of us as there was hardly anyone else on the road. A bandh had been declared and there was cops/CRPF/Army everywhere. We had to prove our credentials to be let thru. We asked if we could see Dal_Lake, they said “go ahead, at your risk ”. We did a quick visit to the lake which was surprisingly bustling with people, early morning walkers & tourists. Strange! We lingered for some time, shot some pictures & then rode. We hoped to reach Pathankot via Jammu that day. Road out of Srinagar is beautiful, all the way to Jammu. Only glitch, it is 100% twists & turns, which can be very painful for the wrists & shoulders. Rode thru the Banihal_Tunnel & landed at Patnitop for tea at 4 PM. This being a tourist spot, we were mobbed by locals & tourists, asking about our ride and how adventurous it was. Refreshed and rode again, only to reach Udhampur at 6. By then, shoulders & arms were paining a lot. Saddle felt like we’re sitting on a bed of pine-cones. Still we had a destination to get to. We decided not to take the NH as traffic would be high. We took the State Highway, with the plan to halt at Samba for the night. Man Proposes… We don’t know when we crossed Samba. It was dark already. Reached a crossroad where a small tea shop owner insisted that we freshen up before he answered any queries. He also knew we were LOST! After 2 cuppa each, he gave us directions. We rode the rest in pitch dark conditions, with only headlights to guide and taillights to follow. Dinesh led us thru the darkness, not because he was a messenger from God, but because he had the best headlamp :D  We landed at a JKTDC guest house at Kathua, still 45 kms short of Pathankot. It was already 9.30 PM, but fortunately they had a lovely restaurant open till 11. We don’t recall when we slept.

Towards Patnitop

 

Day14: Thursday July14, 2011:

Woke up to realize it had been raining the whole night. It was still raining as we rode out at 9 AM (BIG MISTAKE!!!). For the next 5 hours, till we crossed Jalandhar, it was raining. I can proudly say, that was my biggest rain ride. I can also say I have weathered many a storm! :)  With water inside the shoes, pants and everything else, it became even more tiring. When the sun came out, we were pretty close to Ambala. We were also pretty close to the end of our endurance. Sheer exhaustion and severe saddle sore doesn’t listen to any reasoning. The milestone said – New Delhi – 200 kms. My sore posterior said “Forget it”. Fortunately, others agreed and we packed up at Ambala! Found a GATI store to ship our beloved bikes back, we would get them in our parking lot only after 5 days . Found a room to party our successful ride & slept.

 

Day15: Friday July15, 2011:

Wished bye-byes and good luck to Dinesh who had to ride all the way to Ahmedabad. Prabul & I took a BUS to Delhi & a flight back home. Was home at 10 PM. Another dull day… Back to the daily grind… hmmm

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Thanks Bro, for sharing all this

As usual, I can do nothing but envy him!! I married a man who doesn’t have an inch of adventurous bone in him , so my chances of ever visiting such lovely places comes down by 50%!! BUT! Hope persists and InshaAllah, one fine day, I might just take off to such places myself (a girl can dream, cant she )

AND, since I love drooling over those lovely sights, I’m gonna post some more pics here -

Pangong!!

 

 Somehow, I just cant get enough of this lake!!

Crystal clear water !Awesome

Sparkling Beauty!!





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Yeh Leh – Part II

(….Contd from Part-I)

The road, the road!!

Day6: Wednesday July6, 2011:

We were already on the road for 5 days & still more than 250 kms from Leh. Mind you, in those terrains, each km feels like a long long road . Determined to reach Leh that evening, we started from Sarchu at 6 AM. I rode despite severe AMS, but like someone said, once on the bike, a different person takes over. Went up the fabulous Gata Loops & Nakeela Pass. Reached Pang, doing 88 kms in just about 4 hours! Had breakfast & I passed out again for 15 minutes . Just after Pang, we hit upon the famous More plains! Only 5 odd kms of smooth roads, followed by 40 odd kms of hell! Sand, dust, broken roads… no words to describe. Crossed Bharatpur (a 5 tent settlement), and hit Tanglangla. This is the world’s second highest motorable road. Despite all the above, we reached Leh at 6 PM. 250 kms in 12 hours… hmm. Civilization was a welcome sight after all the barren landscapes we passed that day. We found a small guest house, I met a doctor to take care of the AMS & crashed for the night. Mind you, still no bath

 

Day7: Thursday July7, 2011:

Woke up next morning to discover my friends had already arranged for permits, but it would take a day. Took a hot water bath (Yes Finally!) Dressed up & started discovering that mystical land – Leh. Visited the starting point of Sindhu river, followed by Shey Palace. Visited my dad’s old regiment that was posted in Leh then. The Commanding Officer, Second-In-Command and all Officers greeted us and hosted a wonderful lunch for us. Being Army Officers, they wondered why civilians like us would spend so much money, efforts & pains to visit places where they get posted as a norm! :D .  Their beer mugs had to be seen to be believed! Left the regiment & visited the War Museum. This place had a collection of the most turbulent times of the Ladakh region & it’s history, pre & post independence. Including pictures, biographies & stories of all wars fought, all the Gallantry award winners & more. To go thru that museum would be a day’s visit, we got thru in 1 hour. A very memorable visit indeed. Rode back to Leh.

Day8: Friday July8, 2011:

Move away!! Lemme see the lake !!

With permits in hand, we rode towards the lake made famous by the Bollywood movie – 3 Idiots. Riding in -3 degree centigrade, past the Changla_pass, we reached Pangong_Tso around lunch time. What a sight! The beauty of the lake cannot be described, in words, in pictures, nothing. You have to see that place to believe it. The colors of the hills surrounding the lake & the water itself changes with each passing cloud. Spent a good 3 hours there. Left at 3 PM and reached Leh again at 8 PM.

Pangong lake

 

Day9: Saturday July9, 2011:

Khardung-La!!

Dinesh’s Birthday! The other riders had a plan in mind. Started late from Leh around 11 AM to conquer the official HIGHTEST MOTOR ABLE ROAD IN THE WORLD – Khardung_La! A distance of only 39 kms from Leh, this was soon to turn into our worst nightmare! The road to South Pullu, 25 kms from Leh was nice, the only problem being rain, snowfall & fog. Nearing this place, we could not feel our fingers & toes. Only heat available was – hold your bike’s silencers! Made it to South Pullu, where the Army served us hot lemon tea & Momos! Nothing tasted better in the world then! They even allowed us to shove our hands into the kitchen stoves to warm up! Had a quick debate about whether to return to Leh & return the next day better prepared, or battle-on, risking AMS & frostbite. The temperature then was already in the negative. Khardung-la that day was -10 degree centigrade! The first idea was thrown out the door. We rode on the remaining 14 kms of non-existent roads and reached K-Top at 3 PM. SUCCESS! The feeling of riding up to the highest motor able road in the world – Priceless! Spent 30 minute at the highest cafeteria in the world, bought stuff from the highest Souvenir shop in the world and YES, celebrated Dinesh’s birthday, the highest birthday in the world! Rode back and reached the warm climes (relatively!) of Leh around 6 PM.

A Happy Birthday indeed

 

Day10: Sunday July10, 2011:

Age is catching up with me, fast ! Body refused to listen. Dinesh & I decided to stay back & do some lazy shopping in Leh, while Prabul decided to take a crack at the unofficial HIGHEST MOTOR ABLE PASS in the world – Marsimik-La. Feel real proud to say he made it! Kudos buddy, that is something not everyone achieves! We spent the day lazing around Leh town, buying knick-knacks for loved ones back home. Prabul called around evening and informed us he had taken sick around Pangong lake and was staying back there for the night. We were worried, but hoped he would be fit to reach us next morning.

Not everything in Leh is grey and brown and white!

 

(To be continued....)

 

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Yeh Leh – Part I

The Bro is back from his bike trip to the Upper echelons of the Himalayas. In short, he’s back from his bike trip to Leh-Ladakh. It took him a while to get back to routine and work, but somehow, he managed to take out time and compile his travelouge and send it across to his dear family (who were frankly, frantic with worry about his expedition. The ‘frantic-with-worry’ clause applies only to the parents. Of course )

So , since I’m proud of his adventure and am a doting sister (if not anything else) I present to you, his travel logs (with pictures) of lands that threaten to touch the heavens. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, *drumroll* BROSKY!!!

Over to you Brosky -

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Hills of Himachal

This ride took a lot. Over a year to make up the mind. 6 months of planning. Dates, leaves, bikes, equipment, routes, contingencies etc. Applied for leave in January, boss was gracious to approve it after a month 

Day 1: Friday July 1, 2011:

Big Day. Fond farewells later, took a volvo to airport. Evening flight to New Delhi. My old school buddy had tied up some lose ends for us at Delhi. Picked us up from airport. Fed us the most delicious kadi-rice at Narula’s, CP. Dropped us at ISBT for the 10 PM bus that was to take us to Mandi (HP). Had to climb on top of the bus to tie down our luggage! Spent a rather restless night in a cramped seat and 3 and a half hours later, got down at Mandi (HP)

Day2: Saturday July2, 2011:

We got down bang opposite the GATI godown. Tearful re-unions with our bikes :)  Un-packed them, mounted them with clean luggage, filled up fuel tanks, freshened up at a nearby hotel & started the ride. Rode to Manali, covering the 100 odd kms in 3 hours. Reached at  6 PM & stayed overnight.

Day3: Sunday July3, 2011:

 

Up north, the sunrise is pretty early – 5 AM. Started from Manali at 6 AM. Reached Marhi at 8 AM for breakfast. Then started our torture. There had been a landslide on Rohtang Pass (Rohtang – literally meaning Pile of Corpses) at Rani-Nala and traffic jam was more than 1 km long. Being on bikes, we were able to get to the front of the jam by negotiating the rocks, boulders, mud & 1 foot deep slush. Still had to wait there for nearly 3 hours for the jam to clear. Meanwhile, clutch plates on the iron-maiden got fried. Pulled the bike to the side after a lot of pushing & pulling. A mechanic who was on the way up from Manali saw our plight (and he saw a money making opportunity!) He also saw 6 other iron-maidens with fried clutch-plates waiting at the same spot. He started fixing them & made a neat 2.5K per bike (in a city, the same can be fixed for 700-800). This took another 3 hours. We were able to finally start from Rohtang at 2.30 PM. Had some lunch a little ahead & started at 3.30. Reached Keylong at 9 PM. Total distance 120 kms in 5.5 hours. The iron-maiden with us was having gear-shift problems, so that kept us slow as we could ride only on 1^st & 2^nd gears.

Chai-time

Day4: Monday July4, 2011:

Rose early in the hope that we could get the iron-maiden fixed & be on our way. Little did we know. Went to the only bullet mechanic in town & there was a line of 8-10 other bullets already lined up! We were told to wait till 3 PM for our turn. Spent time shopping around town, had a local brew that goes by the name of beer, saw a local wedding, visited a nearby monastery. By 4 PM, the waiting was getting on the nerves & 2 of us decided to ride on to Darcha. Reached there by 6 PM. Total distance covered 35 kms, in 2 hours. As we left Keylong, we didn’t know that would be the last we would bathe for the next 4 days !!! Stayed overnight at a tent accommodation at Darcha (INR 50 per bed )

Monastry

Day5: Tuesday July5, 2011:

The iron-maidens from Keylong reached us @ 8 AM this morning. Started after breakfast at 8.30 AM, hoping to make Pang before night. This was a most memorable ride. After innumerable water fall crossings, a very high pass Baralacha, a deserted army camp called “Killing Sarai” we managed to reach Sarchu camp at 1.30 PM. I could already feel symptoms of AMS. We decided to stay over @ this camp. Another reason to stay over was, there is a river crossing 9 kms before Pang. If you reach there after 4, water flow is heavy due to snow-melt during the day. It’s a dangerous thing to do, crossing that river in the evenings.

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Thats all for today. Rest of the stuff tomorrow

 

Photo Courtesy : Bro and friends

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The Airport Saga

I had a two-week vacation in Bangalore from which I returned on 22nd May. The bookings were done way back in Feb (when the tickets were cheaper)

I traveled to B’lore with the twins. Sans the Hubby. By air. How wise was that??

Luckily, mother dear and elder sister were there to give me company, not that the twins listened to them one bit (and we know how much they listen to me ) . If you were there at Pune airport at 05:30 AM on 7th May, then that was me you saw running after one kid while balancing another on one hip and lugging a baby bag on the other.

But this was not the best part. The best part was when we were coming back to Pune. The flight scheduled to leave B’lore at 09:50 PM on 21st May, got delayed to 11:30 PM. So instead of leaving the house early at 7:30 PM, we stayed put and left by 9PM. We reached the airport at 10 PM where we came to know that the flight was further delayed till 12:15 AM. Groaning aloud, we tried to pass time outside the airport with the parents, who refused to leave until they saw their munchkin grandchildren enter the building. By 10:30 PM, there was another update that the flight was further delayed to 01:15 AM. By this time, Dad was ready to call off our departure and ordered us to pile back into the car and go home. But since we are sane people, we decided to wait for the flight, however late it might be.

By 11PM, the security clearance call came up and we bid a teary good-bye to the parents and walked in. Now came the horrible part. Till now, the kids were quiet because they were busy with the luggage trolley (I guess ALL kids love to ride a trolley ). But once the luggage was checked in and we moved to the next floor, the kids got cranky. I’d brought along food and milk to keep them fed and happy. But they refused to eat anything and insisted on running around the waiting lounge. Now, when you have two toddlers running helter-skelter in an airport lounge, you don’t get very nice looks directed your way. I think I spent a good deal of the time in the washroom when the kids got cranky and started howling. Aapa felt sorry for me, but since she herself wasn’t feeling any better and had a baby to look after , I didn’t want to trouble her with my woes.

By 01:15 AM, which was the final departure time, the queue to exit the building was yet to form. We waited and waited and waited….each passenger as restless as the other. Lui took this chance to start wailing aloud all over again. Shobs, who tried to console his sister, climbed a chair and promptly stumbled down. So I now had two hollering babies to look after and VERY little stamina to carry them both around. Luckily, a passenger took pity on me and diverted Lui’s attention by waving a box of mints at her. This kick started Aapa’s sleepy mind and she remembered that she had a box of Cadbury’s gems in her purse . Thankfully, the sight of that colourful box was enough to make the kids

Once we were in, the kids quieted down a bit, but only by a slight margin. The minute I buckled them up, they started yelling loudly for all to hear that they didn’t want to be buckled up! “Belt kholo”, they screamed in unison. “Husssssshhhhhh”, I hissed at them, aware that all the people in the flight were just as cranky after the long wait and wanted some peace and quiet (maybe some shut-eye) before they reached Pune. The kids wouldn’t listen, so I loosened up the belt a bit. By the way, all this while, in trying to make sure the two were seated and not hopping off their seats, I hadn’t belted myself. I guess it was because of the late hour that the flight attendants didn’t bother to point it out to me . Once we took off, Lui was out like a lamp. Shobs took some time, but gradually sleep overtook and finally there was some respite. I couldn’t sleep myself as Lui was sleeping on two seats and Shobs was on my lap. By the time we landed in Pune, I was as cranky as the kids!

BTW, if you were at Pune airport at 03:30 AM on 22nd May, then that me you saw who was lugging two wailing toddlers who were interrupted in their sleep by their heartless mother!! This time, Aapa was busy with her own baby and there was no mater around to lend a hand. I had a tough time waking up the twins, who simply refused to open an eyelid. When they did get up, it was with a lot of wailing .I was the last to leave the plane, as Shobs dove under the seats and started howling from down there, reluctant to come out. Lui hung on to my leg, begging to be lifted, thus disabling my movements. The flight attendants stood by politely and shook their heads in collective sympathy while doing nothing else to ease my trauma. I somehow managed to herd the kids out of the plane and down to the tarmac. Now began the looong walk to the terminal. I’m still hazy as to how exactly I managed to cross that long barren patch. I remember the kids screaming, refusing to walk another step, I remember Aapa gently coaxing Lui along and her son trying his best to divert Shob’s mind. Once inside, I heaved a sigh of relief. Because, right there, in front of me, just at the entrance was…….not the BF!! It was the trolley.  I swear, at that moment I loved it almost as much as the twins . Needless to say, the minute they laid their eyes on it, they cheered up and raced each other to it. After that, it was one happy homecoming

And oh, need I say how the twins and the BF reacted on seeing each other??

Thankfully, the kids were much behaved since we returned.

Next time, I’m taking the BF along. Or not making that trip myself!! Or better still, leave the brats back home for their father to handle

(But I doubt I’ll be able to sleep a wink a single night without them )





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Old is Gold. Period.

There’s something about old monuments. They speak in a way no modern architectural wonder can.

The silent dignity of holding themselves together at the helm even as their edges threaten to fall off, carries far more grace than the marvel of technology used for today’s structures.

This snap was taken by the BF on his trip to Hyderabad last December. It was sunset time when he was walking around the old city with his friend. One look at the Juma Masjid and he had the strong urge to click it, which speaks a LOT about the power of this structure. The BF happens to be one of those guys who just can’t go CLICK even for his own kids !!

The hazy image can be contributed to his blackberry (though good for everything else, taking pictures is not its forte) .

The while circular spots under the big minaret are loudspeakers for the Azaan (call for prayer).

I had been to Hyderabad in 2002. Being a student and with limited gadgets (no cellphone or digital camera those days for us middle-class students), I had no opportunity to click the wonderful sights I got to see. This picture urges me to visit that city once again. Maybe I will…..once the kids are old enough to come along and understand the beauty of the place for what it is (Yes. I’m definitely implying that I’ll get to go there only when I’m hitting my 70′s).

If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m in no mood to work today . Am seriously looking forward to getting away from the city for a while.

Hmmmm…..time to wake up from my dreams, I guess. Have a meeting in the next 15 mins. Have a nice day folks (or what is left of it).





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The FIAT Family

I guess we qualify as one, now that Dad, Bro and Bags, all three of them bought FIAT cars

Bro has a Palio (the silver one) , Bags has a Punto (in red) and Dad has a Stile (in Blue).

All of them are now trying their best to convince the BF to switch to a FIAT car. The BF has agreed only on the condition that he get a heavy discount on it , seeing that we have a loyal following back home

So, what do you guys say, should we go for a FIAT too??

PS: That’s Dad with Baby SA and Bags near the gate.

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Some more pics from B’lore…

….as I’m not too keen on typing today

Her father's daughter

Together...

Any idea what this flower is??

I don't know the name of this tree, but it has some heavenly smelling flowers on it.

Hidden sunlight

Brisk walk!!

A collage I made and gifted Bags 3 years back!!

Some more cooking and feeding

One of the UB City towers

Biscuit time





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Missing Bangalore already :(

Now that I’m back (to fond welcomes and hugs and kisses ) I can’t help but feel that the last week went by just too fast!! We had loads of plans to meet people, roam around, visit Mysore and many more. But we didn’t do anything. ANYTHING!! 

Thanks to the super brats and of course, the “who-will-get-Babri” verdict (aren’t I glad that at least for now, its out of the way!!). We were at home, in the loving company of parents, Bro(with family) and Bags(with family) , all of whom had leave from work because of the verdict(am glad again ) .The only pin striking our balloon was the curfew-like situation in the city. With strict orders from every quarter, we had no option but to stay at home. It didn’t help that the verdict kept getting postponed. It ruined most of our plans and how!! 

Instead of going through the week day by day, I’ll quickly wrap up the events in one go (as there was hardly any difference between one day and the next ) 

The first two days (saturday and Sunday), we stayed at home. Saturday, because the BF wanted to sleep. He had come back around 2 am the previous night and had woken up at 4 again to catch our early morning flight. Not surprisingly, as soon as we reached home, he crashed out. Big time . 

Dad had come to pick us up from the airport and after that, he had to leave for Pune (where Mom had stayed back to attend the 40th day ceremony of my departed aunt). They would return by 28th evening and till then, the house was handed over to us . 

Bro and Bags had come with their spouses and kids and I had a good time making certain the twins get acquainted with their cousins. As expected, there were mini gang-wars, but no casualties were reported :) . Eventually, the kids got used to seeing each other and peace was restored. Bro and Bags left in the evening and we had my parent’s house all to myself (which , under other circumstances would have been a VERY romantic occurance….BUT….the twins!!) and I realized what a whopping gigantic task it is to prevent your children from demolishing someone else’s house! 

For the record, my house is kid-proof. Apart from the furniture, every other thing is placed at least more than 3 feet away from the floor.Which isn’t the case with mom’s house. Her house has a hundred different artifacts/statuettes/mementos/centre-pieces which are arranged in pane-less showcases/side tables and centre-tables. To say that I hyper-ventillated when SS took two crystal ash-trays and banged them together(since they sound so pretty) is putting it mildly. I had a cardiac arrest. And after that, things got just worse!! Me and the BF spent an entire evening leaping to rescue one item or the other. And if we weren’t running rescuing things, we were running rescuing the twins from falling off the marble staircase leading up to the first floor. The twins on their part, were super-gleed to see temptation staring them in the face. How could they resist!! They had a ball. That first day saw some major and minor damages (which we couldn’t prevent in time). In the night, when the kids slept, we realized just how difficult the entire week was going to be. The BF already regretted the leave, the scars of the Delhi trip still fresh in his mind. But I was stronger. I told him that come what may, I’ll return to Pune only on the date mentioned in my return ticket. Not a minute before that!! 

Anyhow, Saturday night passed uneventfully. The BF woke up late on Sunday. I didn’t have the liberty to, since SS has a nasty habit of getting up early and then slapping me to “uthh-Ohhh”.If I don’t respond to his request, he tries to nudge and shove me off the bed. Hah!! little does the midget know that it wasn’t all that easy to move this mama out of her bed. I give random threats of scary-monsters and furious grand-parents, but it doesn’t cut any ice with him. When he says “uthh-Ohh”, a mom has no option, but to get up. Even if it is 6:30 AM on a Sunday *Sigh* . 

Sunday afternoon was lunch at Bro’s place, where RS bullied poor Baby M to no end. The little girl was in tears throughout and no one would belive that she’s 8 months older to RS (and OH!! She’s a damn smart kid. She knows all her poems by heart and even enacts them! And here I am, still struggling to make the twins join two coherent words together . I must be doing something wrong…..or maybe not doing something right!!)!! Post lunch, came back home and tried to grab 40 winks. No luck . Luckily, Bhabhi had handed over parcelled dinner, so there were no worries over cooking food. The BF and I, after a very long time, sat down to watch TV.Correction here. HE sat down to watch TV. I made a million trips up and down the stairs, trying my best to make sure the twins didn’t tumble and have a great fall . We had a nice cosy dinner where RS vehemently insisted that she would have dinner by herself and then proceeded to royally mess up the whole room. My appeals to her to stop her attempts at feeding the chair, the blanket and the table, fell on deaf ears. Post dinner, the BF grabbed the twins and went downstairs, while I spent the better part of an hour sweeping and mopping the room, cleaning up the mess!! I didn’t want Mom to have a brutal shock when she returned home. 

Monday morning was spent similarly lazing around at home. I had a pile of washing to do, apart from the regular operation clean-up. Luckily, the maid turned up on time and I could spend time feeding the twins and playing with them. Later that evening, we made a trip to Cubbon Park near MG road. I have fond memories of visiting Cubbon park as a kid and wanted the twins to have fun there as I’d done ages ago. Alas, after reaching there, we found out that the children’s play area is closed on Mondays (of all days in a week!!). Anyhow, we strolled along the pathways, amidst lovely greenery and age-old trees. The twins had a blast running about the place  

Love overload

SS.....learning to pose for snaps

RS....running for all she's worth

Cubbon park is a lovely place. The bamboos are still standing strong and look just as mysterious now as they looked then . At one point, the BF was walking in front of me with the twins. The late afternoon sun filtering through the trees gave off a lovely halo over their heads :- 

In front of me

And when I turned around, the scene was entirely different :- 

Behind me

The sun’s rays struck just one part of the bamboo cluster whereas the rest of the area was engulfed in darkness!! It was amazing to notice the difference from the point where I was standing . Somehow, I have a thing for Bamboos…I find them other-wordly……..just think….grass that grows so high it makes you feel like the kids in “Honey I Shrunk The Kids”  

High on grass

We spent Tuesday at home, mostly because Mom was returning that night and I wanted the house to have some semblance of its original state before she entered the front door!! Operation Frantic-Clean-Up ensued and by evening, we were ready to declare the house almost as good as before . Around 7pm, we took the car, bundled the kids and headed to the airport to pick up parents (Bro was struck in heavy traffic on his way back from work and couldn’t make the trip himself). It was a fun drive, with us missing the route a couple of times, but getting back on the highway in time to reach the airport. Parents were obviously super-happy to see the twins, who on their part, were super happy to have another chance at riding the trolleys  

Wednesday morning, I fed the kids, fed the BF ,cleaned up the house and by noon we  all headed to Bag’s place. She had invited us over to her place (which is in the diagonally opposite direction to our home and takes an hour to reach!!) for dinner. Once there, Baby SA took some time adjusting to the intruders in his play-room, but being the gentle child that he is, was willing to share his toys with minimum fuss! I totally ADORE baby SA. He’s such a munchkin, all golden ringlets for hair and big green eyes. We (the BF, me and the twins) just couldn’t get enough of hugging him and kissing his cheeks off. The poor baby never squirmed or tried to run away. Gosh!! Its so bad when you have to stay away from such lovely kids  

On the bean bag

RS was gifted a kitchen set by Bags and my girl promptly cooked a meal and fed Baby SA  

RS : Eat baby Eat

Baby SA : As if I have a choice

  

On Thursday, we all stayed put at home. Bro got an off from work.So did Bro-in-law and bhabhi. We got together at home, had lunch, gossipped, laughed,ran after the kids and generally had a ball. We switched on the television much later in the evening, after the verdict was out. But frankly, by then, no one was really interested in the verdict. We just wanted life to go on smoothly, at least for our children’s sake!! We had planned to visit Mysore on Friday, but then Dad advised against it. So we all stayed put at home. On Friday evening, we made a trip to UB City on Vitthal Mallya Road (Bangloreans might be aware of this new landmark) . The twins and the cousins had a blast playing with the water fountain in the atrium. 

Baby M,SS,Baby SA, RS

Too engrossed with the fountain to bother posing!!

It was a fun evening. After roaming around UB City for a while , we ordered Chinese takeaway for dinner and headed home. There’s something awfully heartwarming about sitting at home and having meals with loved ones. Aapa was sorely missed as were her two kids. If only she could come, our happiness would have been complete . 

Here’s a pic of the four-cousins sitting like angels for a snap :- 

Cousins!

As usual, RS wanted to wear her brother’s shirt, with the hood put up!! Good decision, at least it helps to hide her bald head for a while  

Saturday was a blur of activity. I had a load of packing to do, with strict (naah, stern is the word) instructions from the BF that we are to return with the same number of bags we arrived with. No extra luggage would be taken to kindly. He needn’t have worried. Since we didn’t get to shop even once, there was no threat of extra baggage . Cousin H from Chennai had come over in the morning to meet us. He used to stay with us earlier and it was good to see him again. The poor lad is facing an awful divorce proceeding within the first year (for the record, his bride asked for a divorce right after the wedding. Go figure . I really need to do a post on this, will probably write it up by this weekend ) . While with us, he was cheerful and happy and I was glad that at least for some time, he could throw his worries away  

Once the packing was done, we headed for lunch to bhabhi’s sister’s place. The twins had fun bullying J Aapa’s son Av, who is close to being 4-years old. SS even made the poor boy cry!! Either my son is turning into a bully like his sister, or little Av is more sensitive than we know!! 

Baby M, Av and Baby SA under the table discussion with Dad

After we got back home, it was another round of frantic packing, last minute searching for stuff, two irritable kids and two heart-broken parents. Mom and Dad were already in the moping mood since they felt we were going back too soon!! Dad gifted the BF a lot of golfing paraphernalia and as always tried convincing the BF to take up the sport (Hah!! Fat chance that he will!!) . The BF, on his part, assured Dad that maybe sometime in future, he will. I don’t believe him. Neither does Dad, but he keeps his hopes high !! And oh, for those who wonder what the BF looks like, here’s a shot - 

BF

 

There he is, being his regular shy persona!! Not to be clicked since he hadn’t shaved! And then he says we women are finicky over our looks! Hmmphh. The double standards, I tell you…..!!

 

Anyhow, Bro and Mom accompanied us till the airport, we bid fond good-byes,piled the twins on the trolley and went in. After that, it was just mayhem as the twins freaked out at the airport, running helter-skelter with me and the BF running after them! Even inside the plane, they resembled super-charged Energiser bunnies. Luckily, since it was a flight, our agony was shortlived. We arrived in Pune late at night and from then on, it was back to work, back to routine.

 

And I miss my mommy and daddy

 

*Sob*

ETA :

 

1) This is the 400th post on this blog.

2) This blog completed 1 year on 9th of Sep 2010.

3) There is no excuse for not doing a Blog-B’day-Post.

4) I hang my head in shame…….and sorrow





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