And I Stop By To Say Hi

My first cycling expedition.

Through Zig- Zag Terrain

Place      : Ullswater , Lake district , UK
Distance : 22km ( does this sound easy ??)
Terrain   : Mountain  ( Ahh this is the catch!! )
Level     : Medium challenge

I am not good at travel posts(errr i am also not sure what posts i am good at , as it been ages i stumbled upon here)so  keeping it to the point.

Cylcling Route

Hire bike at Pooley bridge ( other end of the lake)> Follow U path through the hills  > Finish  at Glenridding ( start point of the lake) > Take streamer at Glenridding back to Pooley bridge  and return the bikes.

On shores of a smaller lake on the way

He even had to carry my cycle for a while. Did i not say build stamina

Lost Our Ways

Scottish and super expensive hotel on the shores of the Ullswater lake

Only cycling i did all my life was to and fro to my maths tuition eons back. So this was a challenge . However mountain biking is not for the weak hearts .One needs loads of  stamina, gear changing tricks , right clothing and what not. Also this was an unknown route , so using compass and map was required. Though i tricked the actual route for more downhill paths .

Lesson learnt:-
1. Always optimize the timing , we almost missed our last streamer to the port.
2. Wear right clothing i.e padded cycling pants (else everything down under aches!!), helmet, gloves and windcheater is a must  
3. You will fall , no matter what , so be prepared for some wounds.
4. Have a sense of direct to use maps and compass. Sign boards might not be handy always :P

PS0: Butt aching .
PS1: Have used "i" instead of  referring oneself  in third person "author". hmmmm
PS2: Mind doesn't wander anymore, but to create ...wandering is a must , is it?
PS4: Ok , i just read the post. It's  as bland as English food , so enjoy the pics :D

Running Out Of Words

PS0:  Post drafted on 28Oct , 2011

5 and half  years of routine , may sound monotonous , but i was institutionalized. A lot of me ..is left behind .
the word "routine" is  most hideous  way to sum it up ..but it makes  easier for me to believe to let go .

I was cleaning and segregating stuff.  I have been doing that for  days . Stuff .... emotionally,  i have been doing that for months .

Lot of clutter  lies around . Shopping bills , hundreds of earrings, papers and more papers , hundreds of kurtas  , perfume bottles , the rejected tops , half filled note books , wires ,  more wires and stationary. Some more wires , books , oils , liquids of various kinds , furniture , cups of all shapes , colors and a zillion pair of shoes......

Its good to go . Its good to go to find oneself , to track back the shaken individuality,  which ,  in the recent past one let  loose ,  allowed  to get influenced  quite easily .Prior to this , the initial half  decade, one possessed  rigid  opinions.But to grow and  to learn , one  took liberty  and projected the a malleable  child  to the world or shall one say  there was an addiction of some kind  and influences ....  ahhh and the child did learn a LOT .It was loved a lot , rejected . It was thrashed ,yet  was taken care . It was advised  and at times  looked down upon . Worshiped at times and forgotten otherwise.  It laughed a  lot , it cried.It was fun to be with  , yet boring at times .It traveled , scribbled  poetry, coded in java ,made wonderful friends , learnt about relations , about the world ,people . And then, a monitoring voice from within said - grow up , its time to take responsibility. Its time to give  . Its time to  move on.

"you have to completely immerse yourself into unfamiliar territory to understand yours".


PS1: Two bachalorate parties in row .
PS2: 48 hours and 4 hours of sleep and 5 shots of taquila .Yeah baby i know how to party .
PS3: 5 farewell parties in total .......damn you people , don't make it tougher for me !!
PS4: //Todo,  post  on big fat Indian weddings . Yeah lot of humor out there .

The Meaning Of Liff

Set of new words to define  weird / absurd yet frequent situations ,  all at one place - The Meaning Of Liff

Some interesting picks :-

BURTON COGGLES (pl. n.)
A bunch of keys found in a drawer whose purpose has long been forgotten, and which can therefore now be used only for dropping down people's backs as a cure for nose-bleeds.

CLIXBY (adj.)
Politely rude. Bliskly vague. Firmly uninformative.

DOGDYKE (vb.)
Of dog-owners, to adopt the absurd pretence that the animal shitting in the gutter is nothing to do with them.

DRAFFAN (n.)
An infuriating person who always manages to look much more dashing that anyone else by turning up unshaven and hungover at a formal party.

KETTLENESS (adj.)
The quality of not being able to pee while being watched.

ELY (n.)
The first, tiniest inkling you get that something, somewhere, has gone terribly wrong.


And the list continues ....

PS: Have a good laugh 

Lost and Not found.

I don't know why i blog about lost and found things. I really don't know . But I do
Been over a week and the self imposed Boomerang theory has been proved wrong!!
Nothing came back , this time .

PS0: //Todo
PS0.1: Zillions of todo. Don't know about marriage but wedding is  a big affair.
PS0.2: For a girl even more , chaos i say . No wonder Indian people usually marry once ;)

Chalti ka Naam Gaadi

The guy in front of me and the one behind in the queue failed , but pappu pass hogayaa :D

LL – Check

Driving – errrrr , hmm , well ,umm ,  In progress 

PS0: Nobody died in Marathahalli yet :D

Publish Post

lost tune

Final blow , and there goes the millionth piece .

 PS: Soul churning music , till today .

Subjective : Freedom

I wanted to fly ,
I did,
But within my cage.
So don't  metaphor , flying to freedom.

The question is how big is your cage?
The question is , is it big enough to  fade away the walls?
As there is no world without boundaries.

So how far  you  flew. Were  your cage doors open ?
Or were you a mere  kite ,  even worse , Tied.

-Clueless