Its amazing how small things in our daily lives bring back childhood memories, the tingling sensation of fresh grass at the feet, the adrenalin rush caused while chasing your kid brother in the backyard or the sand gust at the beach. What was it about that place that made me fall in love with everything around, the wind, the lights and also the people?
I was on the roof of the Chabi. How did I end up there? Well that is where it all begins.
A smile stretched on my face as I stepped out of the Motel. We were heading back to B-city. I walked with heavy steps towards the vehicle. Of course I was glad that I was going back. But just the idea of leaving Hassan terrified me. I wanted a vacation, away from pollution, away from the constant bickering of people around me, away from work and mainly away from dreadful thoughts. The time off at smiley’s wedding was coming to an end; and that was breaking my heart.
The drive back was like having an ice-cream; smooth and relaxing. I feel bad when the ice-cream in the cup reduces after few scoops. The trip was just like the cup of ice-cream, it was coming to an end.
Lot of things happen during the return trip; we touched out previous record and raised it to 165kmph, Well Garu tried to capture the moment, but was unable to do so cause of the speed, I learnt to identify a White-Browed Wagtail, had an annoying time trying to avoid the baldy in Alto, took the wrong route twice and also had a pit stop at the CCD.
The return trip was like a Hollywood movie, there was no dragging of time and it provided us an instant gratification. Time flew by faster than our speed.
Soon we reached the station, where Garu was supposed to board the train to H-city. After 2 long and beautiful days, I did not have the heart to leave Garu at the station. It was an emotional departure. But sadly, destiny called.
As we reached the city, Birdy checked with one of his friends if we could drop by at his workplace to drop off the vehicle. The vehicle was a rented one. Birdy’s friend Jerry helped us get it using his influence. Once Jerry gave us thumbs up, we headed towards the hotel Chabi, the place where he worked as MOD.
I was visiting the place for the first time. The hotel was beautifully designed, mainly for the business class. Jerry took us around the place acquainting us with the configuration of that place. He also offered us scrumptious dinner. The best of all was the roof. Bcity was at its best. Displaying the night lit beauty of the deserted, but otherwise crowded street and the wind adding to the pleasure.And finally I was there, at the top of the world enjoying every bit of it. The last bit made my day and also the trip. As I left the place I had the same smile stretched on my face, which I had earlier in the morning that day. :)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Journey- Part 1
As I was rummaging through my bag for my wallet, I heard Birdy say, “let’s go!”. It was weird how things were changing so hastily around. The number of people who were to make through the trip had fallen from 9 to 3. But somehow it did not make much of a difference to me. All I knew was that, I wanted to reach Hassan on time.
Little did I know back then that this would be more than just a travel from Bangalore to Hassan; it would be a journey.
I often find it hard to frame my thought. But Birdy did that for me by describing what made a trip, a journey. “Travelling”, he said, “is when the destination is more important. A trip is when the journey and not the destination, is important”. Well, those words said it all.
I sat there in the front seat like a dreamy li’l kid watching Birdy and Garu talk about lenses, apertures and focal lengths, which actually took me back to my College days where I had to study the types of microscopic lenses. I shook my head and thought that Greek or Latin would be easier to understand.
But then the topic changed. It was more about roads and mile stones.
Two and a half out of the three of us were starving. Well, I count my appetite as half as its well known that I cannot compare with other’s. The growling noise that our stomachs made would have put Lions to shame. All we had with us was 450 bucks. Unable to find any ATM at a stretch of few miles, we decided to suffice our craving for food with the little food that we could afford. That is when we found heaven on earth - Manoj Dhaba!!!!!
The best dhaba I have ever been to. We did not eat a great variety. All we had was dal and roti. And believe me when I say this, the food was scrumptious. I had 4 roties in a row, which has never happen before, ever. Altogether we had 16 roties and 3 dal curries.And the whole lot fit well in our budget.
And, the journey continued…..
It’s strange how something’s in life just falls into its place. This trip described that phrase well. It was so easy going. No one offered us any unsolicited advice, no differences of ideas, no one snagging or cribbing about anything totally irrelevant and also no bee stung faces.
It was peaceful just like it was supposed to be. The roads were good. Though it has an “Indian” aspect, displaying lot of ‘Take a diversion’, ‘road under construction’, and also vehicles following a US lane drive pattern, we could effortlessly touch 150kmph.
We talked about random things, Garu’s discovery a-Deiti , Indian roads, cars; and also about how strange it was to see 2 of our friends getting married. Birdy tried his best to teach me to identify cars by the way they look. Well I did learn a little. Throughout the trip I kept trying to name the cars that crossed us. In fact I guess I learnt a lot …
We had a pit stop at some place an hour away from our destination for a cup of tea and another one to watch the sunset. It was a serene scene. The sky portrayed a painter’s imagination beautifully displaying a field behind a huge tree and few distant tiny windmills at the far hill under the multicoloured sky, which reflected the colour of fresh grapes and oranges. The beauty described itself.
The last hour of the drive was not as eventful as the rest of it as we knew that the drive would end soon. Also the city roads which were best suited for bullock carts gave us a tough time.
But finally we were there… destination Hassan.
Little did I know back then that this would be more than just a travel from Bangalore to Hassan; it would be a journey.
I often find it hard to frame my thought. But Birdy did that for me by describing what made a trip, a journey. “Travelling”, he said, “is when the destination is more important. A trip is when the journey and not the destination, is important”. Well, those words said it all.
I sat there in the front seat like a dreamy li’l kid watching Birdy and Garu talk about lenses, apertures and focal lengths, which actually took me back to my College days where I had to study the types of microscopic lenses. I shook my head and thought that Greek or Latin would be easier to understand.
But then the topic changed. It was more about roads and mile stones.
Two and a half out of the three of us were starving. Well, I count my appetite as half as its well known that I cannot compare with other’s. The growling noise that our stomachs made would have put Lions to shame. All we had with us was 450 bucks. Unable to find any ATM at a stretch of few miles, we decided to suffice our craving for food with the little food that we could afford. That is when we found heaven on earth - Manoj Dhaba!!!!!
The best dhaba I have ever been to. We did not eat a great variety. All we had was dal and roti. And believe me when I say this, the food was scrumptious. I had 4 roties in a row, which has never happen before, ever. Altogether we had 16 roties and 3 dal curries.And the whole lot fit well in our budget.
And, the journey continued…..
It’s strange how something’s in life just falls into its place. This trip described that phrase well. It was so easy going. No one offered us any unsolicited advice, no differences of ideas, no one snagging or cribbing about anything totally irrelevant and also no bee stung faces.
It was peaceful just like it was supposed to be. The roads were good. Though it has an “Indian” aspect, displaying lot of ‘Take a diversion’, ‘road under construction’, and also vehicles following a US lane drive pattern, we could effortlessly touch 150kmph.
We talked about random things, Garu’s discovery a-Deiti , Indian roads, cars; and also about how strange it was to see 2 of our friends getting married. Birdy tried his best to teach me to identify cars by the way they look. Well I did learn a little. Throughout the trip I kept trying to name the cars that crossed us. In fact I guess I learnt a lot …
We had a pit stop at some place an hour away from our destination for a cup of tea and another one to watch the sunset. It was a serene scene. The sky portrayed a painter’s imagination beautifully displaying a field behind a huge tree and few distant tiny windmills at the far hill under the multicoloured sky, which reflected the colour of fresh grapes and oranges. The beauty described itself.
The last hour of the drive was not as eventful as the rest of it as we knew that the drive would end soon. Also the city roads which were best suited for bullock carts gave us a tough time.
But finally we were there… destination Hassan.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
where there is a will, there is a way
As I was scrolling down, reading the highlighted terms on the PDF file, I pondered over a term that my eyes sited, 'psychopharmacological society’. Nicolas Rose beautifully encapsulated his ideas about the society where people modified their thoughts, mood and conduct by pharmacological means.
‘Human subjective capacities have come to be routinely reshaped by psychiatric drugs’, read the next line. The paper mainly described about the impact of the psychiatric drugs on the society. How people tend to depend on drugs for every minute psychological predicament of theirs and how psychological issues are treated as an ailment. Drugs are taken as the only solution for every phase of the mood cycle, which is pre-analyzed by the psychiatrist.
It was very thoughtful of my friend to send me the article. Considering my past encounters with psychiatric drugs, she knew that this article would be of my interest. And it surely was. The article not just helped me understand where I stand, but also encouraged me on relying on an alternate solution for any psychological fix.
I am never particular about ‘wrong usage of words’ in casual discussion. But there is this one term, which I am very particular about, ‘Depression’. I’ve often come across people who use the term ‘depressed’ as a synonym to ‘sad’. Though the dictionary says the same, the definition of the two terms differs significantly.
‘Sadness’ is a mood which is caused due to unhappiness or grief, whereas ‘Depression’ is a chronic disorder (not illness) which may or may not be a resultant of unhappiness. Google surely provides abundant links to the symptoms, treatment and reasons for depression. Science has taken a great leap over the past couple of years. Research has gifted human with psycho pharmaceutical products which has helped us control our mental equilibrium.
Well those words sound really good; but are these drugs actually that effective???
The answer is a simple, YES; these drugs are really very effective. But like its known, every good thing comes at a huge price. And in this case its compromise on one’s health. The drug surely helps a patient through their phase of depression, but at the cost of his health. The side effects of these drugs are way more deteriorating than the disorder itself.
At the end of the day, one has to question himself, should I rely on drugs or look for an alternative way? Remember, where there is a will, there surely is a way.
‘Human subjective capacities have come to be routinely reshaped by psychiatric drugs’, read the next line. The paper mainly described about the impact of the psychiatric drugs on the society. How people tend to depend on drugs for every minute psychological predicament of theirs and how psychological issues are treated as an ailment. Drugs are taken as the only solution for every phase of the mood cycle, which is pre-analyzed by the psychiatrist.
It was very thoughtful of my friend to send me the article. Considering my past encounters with psychiatric drugs, she knew that this article would be of my interest. And it surely was. The article not just helped me understand where I stand, but also encouraged me on relying on an alternate solution for any psychological fix.
I am never particular about ‘wrong usage of words’ in casual discussion. But there is this one term, which I am very particular about, ‘Depression’. I’ve often come across people who use the term ‘depressed’ as a synonym to ‘sad’. Though the dictionary says the same, the definition of the two terms differs significantly.
‘Sadness’ is a mood which is caused due to unhappiness or grief, whereas ‘Depression’ is a chronic disorder (not illness) which may or may not be a resultant of unhappiness. Google surely provides abundant links to the symptoms, treatment and reasons for depression. Science has taken a great leap over the past couple of years. Research has gifted human with psycho pharmaceutical products which has helped us control our mental equilibrium.
Well those words sound really good; but are these drugs actually that effective???
The answer is a simple, YES; these drugs are really very effective. But like its known, every good thing comes at a huge price. And in this case its compromise on one’s health. The drug surely helps a patient through their phase of depression, but at the cost of his health. The side effects of these drugs are way more deteriorating than the disorder itself.
At the end of the day, one has to question himself, should I rely on drugs or look for an alternative way? Remember, where there is a will, there surely is a way.
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