To the peak and back…

I dreamt about steep hills, thorny trees and slipping rocks last night. ‘Keep moving guys. Watch your step!’, echoed loudly in my ears. And I sat up suddenly. My entire body ached and my swollen ankle made me wince, giving me the realisation that it was just a dream. Such was the effect of my first trek on me. This amazing adventure-packed experience left more impeccable memories than I had ever imagined it would.

So we booked the trek to Channagiri hills, 70 kms away from the city, through Bangalore Mountaineering Club.  We were so excited that we went for trek shopping the previous evening to get chocolate bars and energy drinks. With our bags stocked up and sport shoes, caps and sunglasses on, we left in the wee hours of Sunday morning for our first ever trek. The bus journey reminded me of school picnics when we used to be too excited to reach the destination. As we neared the trek base, tall wide mountains towered us, giving me chills!


Started the climb

Our athletic looking and funny trek guide explained us the rules. All of us introduced ourselves to our trekking group. Everyone looked excited and determined. That done, we started walking through the muddy, weedy paths.  Gradually the paths started becoming narrower and steeper. In no more than 15 minutes, I was out of breath. The climb was becoming tougher with each step.

And our surroundings suddenly started becoming denser with a lot of wild trees, tall boulders and weed grasses.  Unique insects were crawling around. I literally started doubting myself whether I would be able to complete the trek or not. Ours being the girl gang, we took selfies every 5 minutes or slumped down on the boulders, all exhausted and breathless. Sips of water and pieces of chocolates felt like the most heavenly things on earth! Our guide had to shout ‘Keep moving guys. We can do this!’ and we had to force ourselves to get up. As we started ascending the peak, the weather started becoming colder.

We huffed and puffed, sweated and crawled, but in 2 hours, after 4 kms, we could almost see the flag on the peak. It was so near! I literally felt I could just lie down on the way, it was that tiring. But the most amazing part was that all of us kept encouraging each other. ‘Bas thoda aur, come on Arya Stark!’, shouted someone, and I had this newly found energy.


The amazing view from the peak!

With the last heave on the tallest and steepest boulder, I made myself stable and caught my breath. I turned around. And my hearth skipped a beat. The view was worth everything, worth all the strain, all the exhaustion. The land was far beyond, stretched to infinity. Full of trees, small lakes, tiny houses and brown land patches, the valley looked utterly beautiful. I was so proud of myself that I made it to the peak, was literally feeling like on the top of the world!

We had a break of an hour on the peak where we all ate a bit, drank energy drinks and then lied down, watching the big, blue sky, the wind hitting our faces. It was the moment in which I could have lived in forever! We took amazing group photos, talked and laughed and prepped ourselves for the trek downhill.


Staring into infinity!

I was of the notion that trekking down would be very easy and not at all tiresome. So I confidently started walking down, putting steps on the stones. And a rock beneath my left foot suddenly slipped. I twisted my ankle and for a few seconds, the pain was horrible. The guide explained that we will have to take a grip before putting the foot down, because stones could be loose and slippery. With a little decreased pain, I continued walking more carefully.

The trek downhill by a new route turned out to be totally unexpected. We had to make a single line and pass through intensely dense thorny trees and itchy weeds. The ground could have invisible holes, huge stones or slippery roots anytime. We were all great friends by then and the first person in the line gave constant commentary, warning the people back of the coming threats. We gave each other hand, helping them through the scary paths. We slipped, we got scratched by the thorns and got hurt by boulders. But after a couple of hours, the land came closer.

We all hooted as our bus became visible. The ear-piercing scream, as we touched the ground, was so satisfactory and filled with happiness. I did it:D My first trek!! It was an amazing experience. By the time we reached home, my twisted ankle had swollen and it pained a lot. We were dusty and covered with thorns and wild flowers. But you know what? I am ready to get my other ankle twisted, ready to get more body aches and scratches, but I would love to do this more.🙂 The experience and thrill is worth every single pain and more.

Bangalore has given me many firsts. But this one, it was something so different and so thrilling. Let me find my pain-relieving spray now. Lots to say still, laters!🙂


Could live in the moment forever…

House Hunting Veterans!

‘I am all grown up now and am still staying in a PG?’, passed a thought across my mind one day. ‘It’s time to get a flat and live an independent life’. So 3 of us from the PG (and office), just waiting to get free from the miserable life of uneatable dinners and tiny rooms, decide to start house hunting. Before our mission began, we were of the notion that house hunting is the coolest thing ever, where we look for dreamy places, just like in movies. Bangalore is a mammoth city. We would find houses in every street we look for, won’t we?

But could we be any more wrong? House hunting is so much more than just looking for great flats, liking one and moving in. After a month and more of serious hunt (which turned desperate in the end), we are so much experienced in this matter that I can totally write a book on it. For now, will do with the eventful/funny/frustrating/learning description in this blog post!

So we made a long list of requirements we want in our future flat. 2 BHK, very near to metro line/office, semi-furnished, gated society, good-sized wardrobes, affordable deposit amount and monthly rent, etc. Little did we know that it is near to impossible to get all what you want in one flat. You either have to compromise on something or the other to get a place or you have to be very lucky.


We began our search by filtering the houses listed in numerous websites and calling the owners/brokers if we could come and see the flats. We would call those listed numbers in office lunch breaks pretty much every day. It was like a recorded tape that spoke from inside as if out of habit, ‘Hi, we are 3 single girls looking for a 2BHK, preferably near the metro line….’ Our inboxes and call logs were filled with only those numbers. Answer to ‘Hey? What’s up?’ had changed to ‘Nothing much. Just house hunting.’ I could almost imagine people around shouting, ‘Guys, get a life!’😀

Our weekend and after-office plans were fixed: grab a backpack and sunglasses and set out to look for flats. So we were these 3 determined women, with Google Maps (we bow to you!) open on phones, all set to search for the one. There were incidents when we had almost decided on a house, but it was taken before we could say yes. And this led to the three of us sitting all gloomy in an ice cream parlor, as if heart-broken by the same guy!😀

And then just a day before we were going to be totally homeless (😛 ), an owner, who happened to be Muslim, called us to say that he was ready to reconsider the rent of a flat we had really liked. And you know the reason he called us back? He thought my name was ‘Basha’, a muslim name, and for brotherhood’s sake, he decided to help us. Haha, one time that I like my name! And we got that place finaallyyy!! We had a house! A beautiful house where we could totally see ourselves spending amazing future years! We just couldn’t believe it. The day we gave the deposit was probably my happiest day in the last few months. Never felt so happy to give up a huge sum of money!😛


The experienced say that living independently in your own place teaches you a lot. I think that the process of looking for a place, battling through sun/rains, itself leaves you knowing so much more than before! We now know how to handle manipulative brokers, answering owners’ awkward questions (To their questions, ‘Do you have male friends?’, I just wanted to answer, ‘All we care about right now, are houses!’) and bargaining on the rent and deposit. But more than everything, we learnt how to find a way out in spite of the difference of opinions among us.

New-girl-in-the-city has an even more exciting life ahead. How awesome it would be to buy things for the house, decorate it gradually and turn it into a home! How amazing it will be to cook my own dinners and pay my own bills, plan the month and be a responsible, independent woman! Life’s great!🙂

Lots to say, laters!

Up the sky !

‘Boarding pass please. Umm ma’am? ‘And I snap out of my thoughts. ‘Oh, here ‘, I manage to say, clearly shameful. The flight attendant gives me that’s-okay smile and I get in the plane. Oh gosh, this habit of mine! While I was at home this entire month, I got no inspiration to write a blog post, even though I was forcing myself to write one. And as soon as I stepped out of the house today, alone and on my own, my mind started popping up ideas, observing around and picking up things, churning the recipe for a new post.

So after a month of uber-peaceful and much needed vacation, the new-girl-in-the-city is going back to Bangalore. I stopped being the new girl long time back, but I love this pseudonym for me! Gives the feeling that there’s still lot to discover and experience. So today I am back to this beautiful city with the amazing weather. Back to the usual life of work, responsibilities and independence, but this time as an employee, not as an intern!! Ignoring the panicking thought that house hunting awaits there, I am too much excited to begin the new life.


So I am at the airport, waiting for the plane to whisk me away to Bangalore. Airports are the most interesting places to note and observe a lot of things. Although air travel is becoming affordable for most of the classes, there’s still something so posh and classy about flying that makes you feel proud and rich! It’s fun to watch the people around. There a few people who are so anxious and have no idea where to go next. And then there are few who have the air of being the-king-of-the-world around them.

So check-in today was expected to be a bit problematic. No matter what, the struggle to have the luggage within weight limit is always real. Thanks to my sweetest mom, who like all Gujju moms, expresses her love by packing me a lot of Theplas and sweets! :D

‘Your baggage is exceeding the limit ma’am’, the person at the check-in counter tells me. And I make a pleading face and am like, ‘ I am shifting, you know, can you please allow the extra 2.5 kgs?’ What’s the harm in trying, I say to myself. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t buy it, but making a face, he did. Patting myself on the back, I proceed towards the security check. I would have gone all freaked out if this would have happened to me a few years back.

And then the air travel is the most magical part of all! Bless web check-in for getting travelers like me the most favorite thing in the world, a window seat! I guess even the most frequent of the flyers would be feeling a jolt of excitement in stomach at the time of take-off. From then, the entire journey over the beautiful cottony clouds always leaves me just awestruck. Today, due to the monsoons, the plane was passing through promising black clouds, bumping roughly and leaving us all with pain in the ears. Today’s rainy weather had compelled me to listen to the song ‘Madno’ in loop, with me imagining myself on stage, singing the female part, and the audience waving their hands. Trust my mind to imagine all sorts of funny fantasies when left alone in front of a window seat!

So right now, I am sipping a Starbucks cold coffee on Mumbai international airport and writing this blog post, waiting for my connecting flight. I remember, a few years back, while travelling with parents, I used to give coveted glances to people holding coffee cups in their hands, and travelling alone! I used to promise myself, just a few years more. And here I am, travelling alone, sipping coffee (that burnt a hole in my pocket :P), and being all grown up.


Please ignore if this blog post has grammar mistakes, lack of editing or hastily written sentences. The air hostess is giving me stern looks and I really have to keep away my laptop. Can’t wait to get down from the flight and breathe in that cold, much-missed Bangalore air.

Lots to write, Laters !🙂

Letter to 16-year-old self

Dear 16-year-old-me,

How are you doing? Look at you, all shy and silent! 6 years down the lane, I am here in my happy place, having learnt a lot. I wish I could have told you these things before, but better late than never, I guess!

The next 6 years will be the best years of your life till now. The time when you will grow into an independent young lady from a shy teenage girl. Right now, you are in a protected cocoon, a safe place where no one and nothing can hurt you. You have no idea how the world actually is. But don’t you worry. Time will be your teacher. At each and every moment, you will learn so much. A warning: The learning will be followed after a smorgasbord of experiences. Experiences that might not be pleasant all the time. But one day, you will look back and then realise you have gathered so much out of them, knowingly or unknowingly.

The next two years will be extremely tough and hectic. 12th boards will sap the energy out of you. You will have so many difficult subjects and so many classes to attend. At the same time, you will have to fight acne and skin problems that will make you hate your face at times. But stay put. Do not let those teenage feelings and distractions get to you. Keep up your focus. In the end it will be all worth, when you will see yourself getting admitted into a great engineering college of your choice.


College will bring those changes into you that make you the person you will absolutely love. Shifting to a different city and staying away from home will be such a wonderful experience. You will get a cosy house which will be your home for 4 years.  You will feel homesick at times. But you will have the most amazing roommate and best friend ever, who will make your college life beautiful.

You will get a few cultural shocks in college in the beginning. Be ready for those. There will be a lot of times when things won’t go the way you want them to go. There will be a lot of incidents when people will hurt you. I won’t tell you to not cry in those times. Because only when you will feel the pain and wipe the tears away will you come out as a bolder, stronger person. Flowers grow back even when stepped on. So will you. But you know what? Do not judge anyone based on that one time. Understand that everyone has his/her reasons to do something. Try to believe that everyone is good in the end. That way you will feel positive about people around.🙂

Okay enough of philosophy. Your college life will be great overall. Don’t worry about studies much. Just pay attention in class and you will do great in exams. Take part in all the cultural events. Follow your passion. Write more and read a lot. But most importantly, make friends that you will want to keep for lifetime. They will have your back all the time and help you create memories that will leave an indelible mark in your heart.

Have a lot of fun. But take care of your morals and values. Listen to your parents and be a good daughter. Regarding career choices, you will have a few that will make you really confused. You will go through a lot of dilemma before coming to the right choice. And when you will, you will love it a lot.

Dear 16-year-old me, I just want to tell you that you have wonderful years ahead. Sorry to break the suspense but you will grow into a lady who earns now and lives a beautiful, independent life. She has graduated, become an engineer and works at a place she loves. She attends company meetings and talks to clients. But she still loves ‘High School Musical’ movies, worships Harry Potter, wishes to dance whenever it rains and shouts ‘I am sooo blogging about this’ on every other thing. But you know what? You will like that person a lot better.

You are the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smile and I love you even with all those perfect imperfections. Bring your innocence with you, but leave the timid part behind. You will no longer need it. Be good and have fun. See you on the other side soon🙂



My baby turns 2 !

If the post title left your mouth hanging open then let me tell you that the baby that I am referring to here is my blog. The blog that has been so much close to me. Here is a post about my journey of discovering writing to finishing 2 years of blogging! This has been, hands down, the best thing that has ever happened to me till now.

Writing knocked my door in a very needy time then. I distinctly remember my 10th board results being 28 days away and trust me, my fears were real. Naturally my mom had reached her threshold by then, so I could no more go to her with my mom-i-am-so-scared story. So I picked up a diary and started writing all what I felt, every night. And it was magical, like finding a hidden treasure! I had never felt so much light and happy before. The results fear was completely uncalled for, which is a different story, but I discovered writing then, and then there has been no stopping, literally!

I became very sure of my passion in college when writing articles for magazines, editing others’ write-ups and becoming the editor-in-chief for clubs brought me happiness like nothing else would. I started blogging as yet another reason to continue writing. And today after two years, I feel that I have finally created something that I am really proud of. I may sound like some crazy narcissist but this happens when you create something from scratch, something that makes you so happy.

2 years

My blog is literally my baby, I love it that much. It has grown up with me, travelled with me to different places, seen different people and has matured with me. I have talked about it in all my placement interviews and introductions. All my closed ones would know that I start talking about my blog at least once a day (I pity them a lot sometimes). I plan about my posts all the time. My cupboards get filled with sticky notes having ideas and points for my next blog post. And during those days when it rains or when I have an unique or overwhelming experience, all I would think will be lines to put up in my blog. I wouldn’t sleep without posting about it, no matter how tired I would be or how important an exam there would be next day.

But why am I telling you all this? There’s a reason to it. Do you know who/what brings life to my blog? You. Without the readers and the supporters, my blog would be nothing. The first thing I do every morning, even before I open my eyes, is check my blog stats. Seeing the graph of views and visitors of different countries take a height gives me so much joy that my mind does a little dance. It gives me inspiration when those regular readers ask me, ‘When are you posting something again?’And trust me when I say I blush a lot when people tell me, ‘I read your blog yesterday, and it was great!’  My posts may not be excellent in terms of language or content but the satisfaction that I get at the end of the day is what makes it worth everything.

A big thank you and hugs to all those people who read my posts and appreciate all what I write. You are my rhyme and reason to write, a reason to follow my passion and stay happy! Also, thank you to the authors who have trusted me and sent me books for review. Hopefully I would be writing these lines in an acknowledgment page of a novel one day, but for these 2 years of my blog, I am equally happy today!  My baby has turned 2 and has many to go.

More to say, laters !🙂

Dinner in dark

Imagine a lavish dinner spread in front of you. Everything from starters to deserts. Imagine that you are so hungry that just want to jump in. And now imagine, what if the dinner room is totally dark? Zero light. Heard of the concept of ‘Dark Dining’? Having dinner in the dark was the concept introduced in Germany. It aims at the removal of vision to enhance the other senses and increase gastronomic pleasure. I had such a dinner experience today. And it was something I have never experienced before!

So it started with a normal evening when we college friends decided to hang out and have dinner in Phoenix mall. We would have gone for Burger King or Subway if we wouldn’t have come across this interesting looking restaurant ‘Dialogue in the Dark’. The concept of eating in dark seemed very weird but looking at the restaurant’s compelling tag line, ‘Come, and awaken your senses. Soak in the darkness!’, we decided to try it once.


We were told to put away our phones, watches and everything else emitting light in lockers before entering the dark restaurant.  Excited to see if the insides of the restaurant were actually dark or not, we lined up and entered in. And oh my god, there wasn’t even a trickle of light. It was pitch dark! How were we supposed to even go ahead when we could not see a single thing, leave aside having dinner? And then we heard a sweet, inviting voice of a lady who, she said, was going to help us today with our dinner. We walked straight, taking baby steps, as per the instructions that the lady gave us. It was very scary to walk without getting to watch the surroundings. Finally we settled on our table, guessing by the voices, who was sitting where.

The lady interacted with us and told us not to be frightened.  The sense of eyesight was taken from us; we were supposed to enjoy our dinner only by touch, smell and taste. How interesting! Our server announced that food was now being served. And I have never paid attention to the food smell as I did then. The smell was intense, drawing me to taste it immediately. And we had to put up a bit of struggle in the beginning to feel the food, pick up a piece and eat it. We all realized the difficulty the visually impaired would be facing, having to do everything in such darkness.

It was such a unique experience to taste the food and guess what it is. We all had so much fun guessing paneer barbeque, fried vegetables and hara bhara kabaab and debated on it. Had to eat with both hands as the spoon-fork etiquette wouldn’t work here, and my fingers kept going into the sauce😛. On top of that, my mischievous friends kept throwing bottles, kept poking and scaring each other in the dark.

We jokingly kept asking the lady to give us her night-vision goggles, which we assumed she would have. And as she recognized each of us by our names and kept talking to us, she promised to give her goggles outside. I enjoyed the dinner so much. Scary as it was, the dark dining experience was something I had never done before. And it was totally worth! All I could think then was what I will write in my blog. We again formed a chain, holding the person in front by shoulders and walked to the entrance, following the lady. And as we came in the light, the lady joked, ‘So do you now want my night-vision goggles?’ We were all speechless and had the greatest shock. The lady was blind!

We went home with an exciting experience and a newly realized respect for the blind. Dark dining is worth trying, if you have access to such a restaurant around. It makes you realize how lucky you are, with all the senses working perfectly. It makes you feel thankful that you don’t have to face the scary darkness every day. One more thing to include in my list ‘New things tried in Bangalore’! More experiences to share, laters!🙂




New Girl’s Birthday in the City

I woke up today with the widest smile ever. My night had been replete with happiest memoirs of yesterday; the first birthday in this new city, the new corporate life. Not wanting to get out of the bed on a lazy Saturday morning, I log in into Facebook.

And as if catching my thoughts, Facebook asks me ‘Hi Bhasha, we hope you had a great birthday! Want to thank your friends for the birthday wishes?’ And I count on my fingers, so one post for the 104 people who wished me on my Facebook wall, one more for the amazing people at the office and PG for being a part of my first birthday here, one post for those irreplaceable college friends who, in spite of being so far, filled my birthday with surprises and wishes and one post for the relatives and school friends for their blessings and greetings throughout the day! Instead, why not I dedicate this blog post to all these people, who directly or indirectly made 29th April one of my unexpected best birthdays ever!

So for my first birthday away from college, I wasn’t expecting anything. I had expected it to be a normal, work day. But the huge parcels arriving at PG a couple of days before left me excited and feeling loved. Some close people just never forget to make you happy, whether they are around you or not. And after those expected gifts were opened and hugged (:P) a million times, I thought the birthday fun was over. But I didn’t know the crazier day was yet to come.

It started with the previous night when I was casually sleeping on my bed, trying to ignore the minute hand creeping forward to begin the D day. Stop getting anxious, it’s going to be just another normal Friday, I scolded myself. But little did I know that I was wrong. My awesome PG friends and room-mate came with candles on delicious cake (2 actually) and I was so surprised! Yay. It’s my birthday. My smile couldn’t be wiped even for a second as I was so happy. As I cut the cakes, I felt like singing the Taylor Swift song loudly, “I don’t know about you, but I am feeling 22…” The night was super crazy. We forcefully slept at 2 after some pillow fights, the mandatory girls’ talks and me taking a lot of calls and replying to everyone’s messages.


Despite the lack of sleep and restless exciting dreams, I woke up feeling fresh and ready to step an age above. I again thought, I am going to work now. What could possibly happen there? But why was I so wrong throughout the day? I got ready with some extra care and left for office. God, I could not concentrate on work. It is so difficult to write a logical SQL code or be on calls discussing important project updates when your mind is somewhere else, as much as you scold it to get back!

And to make it worse, when I was finally working while listening to music to keep me out of thoughts, a beautiful cake arrived for me from my amazing college girlfriends that left me so surprised and overwhelmed. After I had shared it with my intern batch friends in the coffee break, I came down, determined to complete my work sincerely. But there was one more surprise waiting, a college friend had come all the way from his office to wish me and I was so so amazed at how much people can do for you to make you feel special!

After the break, I had no idea on what was being planned in the 202 pantry as I worked with my earphones plugged in. Someone called me and I turned around and this turned out to be the most overwhelming surprise of the day as my sweetest project team had got a cake and had called the Jan interns batch to celebrate my birthday.

The day was growing crazier with each passing hour. So many surprises, so many wishes! Also, as it was the end of the month, there was cake-cutting for the April-born members. Haha, 5th cake of the day! Also, office gifted a gift coupon which I am super excited about. As the icing on the cake, it was the stipend day! Could my birthday have gone any better? Quickly finishing my work by 6:30, I left for dinner party with my batch friends. We laughed and shouted and brought the place down as we gorged on Chinese food and had so much fun.

After dinner, I came home and flopped down on bed straight-away. It had been a crazy crazy day. Full of surprises, greetings, personalized wishes full of love in whatsapp and mails, beautiful hand-picked gifts, cakes and food and gestures filled with happiness. I thank each one of you who made my day so so special  :) ! Bangalore gave this new girl in the city an amazing 22nd birthday. Yayiee!

Bacchpan waali Holi

Having interns from many parts of the country in my internship batch, we sometimes talk about our respective state festivals and customs in coffee and lunch breaks. My South Indian friends were asking today about the festival of Holi, as the optional bank holiday nears. Some of us, from the states that celebrate Holi, started describing with enthusiasm, the craziness and wildness filled festival of colors. And unknowingly, the coffee break turned into nostalgia for me.

I smiled on remembering the ‘bachpan waali Holi’, that used to be uber-fun. We used to spend the entire day, since early morning, in playing with colors and water with our friends and family. It used to be one of my favorite festivals. And why wouldn’t it be? We, as kids, were allowed to play with colors as if the world was an uncolored coloring book and we could color it our own way. It was very exciting for me as I just could not believe the good fortune of having a holiday and HOLIday, both at the same time. Preparations for the festival would start before a week. And without a care of the world, we used to play Holi in its full glory.

I remember that all the girls of my street used to meet the previous night at the ‘Holikaa Puja’ and strategize on how to attack the mean boys the next day. It was the revenge time of the year. (It’s a different subject that we would always lose on the Holi day). Water guns and multi color gulaal packets used to be re-checked. And that night, the dreams would all be colorful.

Such would be our excitement that we used to be up at the break of the dawn, would quickly pull a pajama and tee-shirt and get to the streets. We would all feel like dons, going to houses of friends and families and coloring their faces with gulaal shouting ‘Happy Holi’! And if someone would act hesitant to getting colored, we would at least apply a meager amount of red on their cheek saying, ‘Bura mat maano, Holi hai’!

Moms used to shout all the time as we would waste buckets full of water to fill water guns and water balloons. Some of the more dirty Holis would also include going to the extent of mud and ‘pakka’ color, which would leave pink and red marks on face for some days to come, thus giving us a chance of victoriously showing off to school friends the next day about the fun we had. Streets would be painted in pinks, reds and yellows. We would gorge on the Holi delicacies of thandai and sweets. The scorching sun would be no hindrance to us. The entire day just used to fly by and by evening, we used to be exhausted and colored in all possible gulaal colors.


And then came an age when skin and hair started becoming more important than the fun of Holi colors and water. And an age when board exams happened. The notion of Holi suddenly changed. Who would expose skin and hair to harsh colors and water just for some hours of enjoyment? To escape from the pull of friends and neighbors on the day of colors, we used to plan leisurely getaways and holidays. It’s a sad reality but not many people celebrate Holi in its full glory.

I do not remember when I last played Holi. But now that the festival is here, I sit and smile at those favorite childhood memories of this festival, those carefree, delightful, fun-filled Holi times, when winning a water balloon competition with the neighbor kids was so much more important than worrying about what would happen to skin or hair, when the tension of studies did not even exist and when being colored and coloring others used to bring a satisfaction so great that it would wash away all sorrows.

I miss my bachpan ki Holi. What if we might have grown up? The most colorful festival of India is here. Let’s all be a child again and pick up pichkaris and gulaal bags. Some happy moments do not come again and again. Wishing a happy colorful festival to all and Khul ke khelo Holi!

I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.

WonderLa Travelogue

I have a sore throat right now because of all the screaming and I am feeling dead tired. But can an exciting trip be complete without a descriptive travelogue? And especially when the trip is to a famous amusement park and also my first time to such a place, it has to go into my blog.


No one in my family is a fan of adventurous activities like thrill rides, so the most dangerous ride in my dictionary had been a small roller coaster (without any turns, of course :P). Hence when anyone used to talk about going to such rides, I would just say, I am not interested, I can’t handle so much adventure. When I left from home today early morning for WonderLa, Bangalore, one of India’s famous amusement parks, I knew that by the end of today, I would come home with a changed mind. And that happened. Adventure rides have a different meaning for me right now. Fear has a new limit for me.

10 of us, college friends united in Bangalore for internships, reached the park at exactly 11 am just when it was opening. We went in to a huge welcoming WonderLa monkey. To plan our day so as to cover most of the famous rides, we spread out the map and ticked out the rides to visit. And to my dismay, my adventure-loving friends had picked out from all the ‘High-Thrill Rides’ section. Oh God, am I actually going to do it, I thought.

We stood in the line for the first ride, ‘WonderLa Bambo’. And the worst part about such rides is the fear that gets into you while you see it going round and round and the shock-struck faces of those sitting in it while standing in the queue. I just encouraged myself to at least try a ride and then see what to do.

Just when it was our turn to go sit there and get all buckled up, my mind filled with all the fearful thoughts. What if I get sick in the ride? What if my strap breaks off? What if while half-way through the ride I would need to get down and the operator would not stop? I was passing through the silly mind-warning time that happens when you are on the verge of conquering one of your biggest fears. But then my friends shouted at me,”Bhasha just sit, Dar ke age jeet hai!” and I suddenly felt positive. Let’s do it, I thought. And I did it. It was so scary but something very different, something I had not tried any time before. I came out of the ride all laughing and excited.


And then the entire day was so much fun. We went to the most thrilling water rides, tall giant wheels with beautiful view, drop-down thrill rides, ones which flip 360 degrees and treat you like a toy..I tried all of them. And I feel great now. For screaming on top of my voice, for closing my eyes tightly for a few seconds and then bravely opening and taking in the view around, for not backing away from the queue scenes and for trying out my fear limits and crossing it bravely. Feeling proud of myself🙂

So we came back in the park bus at 7 pm, harassing the passengers by singing ‘Washing powder Nirma’ song on top of our voice! It was one of those days in my life when I conquered my fears! And trust me, it feels like you are on the top of the world. I hope I don’t wake up in the night, dreaming about some ride and screaming my head out! Night night!

New Girl In The City – Part 2

The sticky notes on my cupboard titled ‘Things to write in blog post’ are overflowing with a lot of observations and incidents about this new life, city and the changes. So after a month, here is the continuation to my previous post.

I started my earlier post by talking about transitions that has come my in life because of the campus to corporate shift. Exactly one month before now when I wrote about being in Bangalore, I felt new here and still in the process of adjusting to the city’s pace. To be honest, the first few days were a disappointment because of the different state and different people. But I have a completely changed opinion about this place today. Bangalore has this fresh air which magically embraces everyone who comes here.

Since the day I arrived here, I was determined to learn Kannada so that I could mingle with the people here or at least use it on the rikshawallas so as to not get cheated on. But I never realized that learning a new language would be so very difficult. I am happy with the few words that I have picked up here and there for now (and already forgotten!).

And then there is this amazing realization. When you earn, you exactly know how valuable each and every thing around you is. I never knew that even normal fruits, groceries or other daily used articles are so costly. I have finally convinced myself to wash hair after every 3 days and not before that.  I had been trying this since college years, funny I had to realize it this way (Shampoos are so costly, I did not know that before haha!).

But there is also a great side to this, you start loving each and every thing that you buy. May it be the sling bag that I got from my first stipend or a small plastic bowl; it’s all so special because it’s from hard-earned money. We all wait for the next month stipend right from the present month’s D-day and plan what to get for ourselves and for others. I also have made this countdown for the stipend day and stuck it on my cupboard!!

Work is so much fun. It’s all challenging and exciting. I do not even realize how quickly the entire day passes being among interesting people, working hard to meet up mentor’s expectations, thinking about business user’s needs, eating the large spread of lunch, getting lost in those SQL codes while listening to music, meeting the group at exact 4 pm to have an elaborate coffee break (in my own coffee mug), working some more and then finally shutting down the laptop and running to catch the metro. The routine is so addicting. But it’s also true that you realize the real meaning of TGIF when you enter the corporate world.

Hard work leads to crazy weekends. Shopping doesn’t make me guilty any more. It just gives an inspiration to work more from Monday. The city has so much to explore. Street festivals and food fiestas happen every other weekend and the entire Bangalore gets gathered there. This city has so much greenery that it looks like a hill station in the evening. Visiting crazily loaded second hand book stores, coffee places, pet shows, beautiful churches , traditional temples, green mountains, inviting emporiums, buzzing shopping streets, eating the traditional Biryani with hand from the banana leaf and so much more has made me fall in love with this city.

The funniest thing here is being called a ‘Dry State Girl’! It seems people know Gujarat only for 1) Our PM Modi 2) It being a dry state and 3) Fafda, Dhokla and Thepla.  But how do I describe to them that my home state is so much more than just these things. I miss Gujarat a lot. Gujarat’s, and specially Ahmedabad’s cleanliness, street food and city structure just cannot be compared to Bangalore any day. I have already made a list of street food to gorge upon when I next visit Ahmedabad.

So yes, this girl in the city isn’t technically new here any more, but this city is so unique that she feels something new here every single day. Is that too weird to be taken in? More to say, laters!