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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLKX-d-joI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MYOxriZicW8/s200/Mehrangarh+Fort.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333047422014623362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mehrangarh Fort - It truly describes Jodhpur as "on the edge"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in Jodhpur, one has to visit the gigantic Mehrangarh fort. Situated on a height of 400 Feet above the city it is called the fort of the queens. You can enter the fort from seven differe nt gates. It faces the entire city of Jodhpur that is almost painted in the colour blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPHjEWeCYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gUvEAzcl80Q/s1600-h/Mehrangarh+Fort+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPHjEWeCYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gUvEAzcl80Q/s200/Mehrangarh+Fort+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333325789014133122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheesh Mahal at Mehrangarh Fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside this fort you can feel the way emperors would have marched on their horses and elephants would have thumped around this fort.&lt;br /&gt;The fort has several rooms, localy called as mahals such as moti mahal, phool mahal, sheesh mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On display are several palkhis that is ancient way in which the queens were carried. There are some fierous armoury on display, swords, guns, some of the swords are made of ivory and some are those which actually belong to the emperors of Mehrangarh fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPGN-UxXUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CN0Nu6GYPWI/s1600-h/Mehrangarh+Fort+Cannon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPGN-UxXUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CN0Nu6GYPWI/s200/Mehrangarh+Fort+Cannon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333324327107517762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying a hand at the Cannons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fort has several cannons on disply across all the sections, it proudly displays its wealth through the various glass and gold painted rooms. Its all so perfect for a royal stay. Even the cannon balls that were used during those period are well preserved till date. One wonders how can a four century old structure still stand rock solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPIMENJdnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YCZqn1AczOE/s1600-h/Mehrangarh+Fort+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPIMENJdnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YCZqn1AczOE/s200/Mehrangarh+Fort+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333326493349672562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local Rajasthani Singers at the Fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When inside the fort you will see several local singers singing Rajasthani folk songs. Its all so sweet and good to hear, they seem to make life so simple and beautiful, truly representing the warmth a human being carries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPHD88lwRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SeJR3ylmDnU/s1600-h/Mehrangarh+Fort+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPHD88lwRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SeJR3ylmDnU/s200/Mehrangarh+Fort+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333325254450594066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made sure all of us got involved in some great photo session activites and clicked some great pics. Life is beyond once imagination when you are in the fort, but it is advisable to avoid the heat in the month of May. It was hot but the fort has so much to offer that the heat could have been compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder such a beautiful and well preserved place deserves the tag of Jodhpur - on the Edge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-5398576513243671777?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/5398576513243671777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=5398576513243671777" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5398576513243671777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5398576513243671777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/jodhpur-on-edgemehrangarh-fort.html" title="Jodhpur on the Edge...Mehrangarh Fort" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLKX-d-joI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MYOxriZicW8/s72-c/Mehrangarh+Fort.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGSHo7fip7ImA9WxJSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-7071797308418248819</id><published>2009-05-07T16:44:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:12:09.406+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-07T17:12:09.406+05:30</app:edited><title>Jodhpur on the Edge...Umed Bhavan Palace</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLHDSUCOJI/AAAAAAAAATo/I4hcvDg1KeA/s1600-h/Umed+Bhavan+Palace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLHDSUCOJI/AAAAAAAAATo/I4hcvDg1KeA/s320/Umed+Bhavan+Palace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333043768029493394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umed Bhavan Palace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 15 min ride from the main Jodhpur city will take you to the Umed Bhavan Palace. Seeing this place first thing that comes to your mind is richness, royal lifestyle and discipline. The peace, calmness and the cleaniness is what posseses. It a huge palace named after Maharaja Umaid Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLHb-Yza0I/AAAAAAAAATw/epuznf0tRsw/s1600-h/Umed+Bhavan+Palace+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLHb-Yza0I/AAAAAAAAATw/epuznf0tRsw/s320/Umed+Bhavan+Palace+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044192177515330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palace is made of over 300 rooms and is the residence of the royal family of Jodhpur. Its got a beautiful museum which exhibits ancient swords, cutlerys, some beautiful miniature engines and ancient clocks.&lt;br /&gt;Its got a huge chowk which I assume the royal family must be using for their leisure time. Besidea its a perfect pictorial place, you just float along with the pace of the palace. Once you are out from there you will be welcomed by this huge garden facing the palace.&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to see a peacock spreading its feather all over, awesome sight. We got ourselves busy by getting ourselves clicked and building some great memories. Once out from there a sandstorm not that strong hit the place. Its was for first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLIXWcehmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qwjvO6pGrZk/s1600-h/Umed+Bhavan+Palace+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLIXWcehmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qwjvO6pGrZk/s200/Umed+Bhavan+Palace+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333045212247656034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time that we actually experienced something like it. Even that was something to enjoy &amp; realise the different potential of this unpredictable and ever loving nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Moments at Umed Bhavan Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-7071797308418248819?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/7071797308418248819/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=7071797308418248819" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7071797308418248819?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7071797308418248819?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/jodhpur-on-edgeumed-bhavan-palace.html" title="Jodhpur on the Edge...Umed Bhavan Palace" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLHDSUCOJI/AAAAAAAAATo/I4hcvDg1KeA/s72-c/Umed+Bhavan+Palace.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGR3o_cSp7ImA9WxJSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-5837767404141254637</id><published>2009-05-07T16:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:50:26.449+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-07T16:50:26.449+05:30</app:edited><title>Jodhpur on the Edge...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLDt9mKk1I/AAAAAAAAATY/CcYMYa6JIcM/s1600-h/Jodhpur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLDt9mKk1I/AAAAAAAAATY/CcYMYa6JIcM/s320/Jodhpur.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333040103156257618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jodhpur City from Mehrangarh Fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say few things are best discovered and enjoyed when you visit that place for a purpose. Thats what exactly happened when seven of us visited Jodhpur for our friends wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train journey itself was a thing to remember, almost fourteen hours of travel pulling each others leg, silent whispers and the nature outside the window was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Jodhpur in morning where our friend was there to pick us up and guide us to the Hotel. We made sure we got freshen up and headed towards our friends place for some heavy Rajasthani lunch full of sweets, gheer and calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sightseeing of Jodhpur now begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-5837767404141254637?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/5837767404141254637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=5837767404141254637" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5837767404141254637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5837767404141254637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/jodhpur-on-edge.html" title="&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jodhpur on the Edge...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgLDt9mKk1I/AAAAAAAAATY/CcYMYa6JIcM/s72-c/Jodhpur.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQ385fSp7ImA9WxJREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-3470925880564584466</id><published>2009-05-07T15:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:18:42.125+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T14:18:42.125+05:30</app:edited><title>Malaysia Truly Asia...Day 3&amp;4</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk2P_JgnxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AkUBuY6eD0E/s1600-h/Seminar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk2P_JgnxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AkUBuY6eD0E/s200/Seminar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334854881874321170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At the Seminar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 &amp; 4 in Malaysia were actually meant for the seminar and training. After having our breakfast we headed to the office where the training was suppose to take place.&lt;br /&gt;Lots &amp; lots of gyaan on Sem &amp; Seo is what we gained. Once out of the office we were set to explore the interiors of KL &amp; do some shopping for our loved one's back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk2iBp_8VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/f9JZBNxQWxI/s1600-h/At+the+disc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk2iBp_8VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/f9JZBNxQWxI/s200/At+the+disc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334855191785107794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At the KL Disc"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the most of the time we had &amp; got ourselves enough from the place. Back to the hotel we got ourselves some quick byte and headed towards the discotheque. The entire place was full with 13 of us and a DJ. Nice experience of dancing with hardly anyone around but good fun escpecially dancing bhangra and garba in KL disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk27Bx8uRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3pr9OqpJBJE/s1600-h/Danycing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk27Bx8uRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3pr9OqpJBJE/s200/Danycing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334855621315180818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dany dancYing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3IWrGJkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qey5NQryVuc/s1600-h/Nikitha+%26+Nishant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3IWrGJkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qey5NQryVuc/s200/Nikitha+%26+Nishant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334855850261882434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Niktha &amp; Nishant"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3VnZUHMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9BBHWN0tpYU/s1600-h/Praveen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3VnZUHMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9BBHWN0tpYU/s200/Praveen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334856078089002178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sirji ka After Effects"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3iQqWjPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JctKkgcd8TA/s1600-h/Teena+%26+Nikitha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk3iQqWjPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JctKkgcd8TA/s200/Teena+%26+Nikitha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334856295324749042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Teena &amp; Nikitha among the elite"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to now come to an end, we headed back to our rooms so that we can be ready for our next day seminar, short it was. As the seminar was coming to the closure so was our stay in KL. We finally finish the seminar and after some memorable pics we headed towards the airport for our flight back to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it all seem to come to an end an experience and memories forever were collected to cherish. Flight began &amp; leaving our 4 day stay in KL back we landed back in Mumbai where our office chairs and insurance clients were ready to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt they call it Malaysia Truly Asia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-3470925880564584466?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/3470925880564584466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=3470925880564584466" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/3470925880564584466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/3470925880564584466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/malaysia-truly-asiaday-3.html" title="Malaysia Truly Asia...Day 3&amp;4" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk2P_JgnxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AkUBuY6eD0E/s72-c/Seminar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMR345cCp7ImA9WxJREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-6894369437935639785</id><published>2009-05-06T11:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:06:26.028+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T14:06:26.028+05:30</app:edited><title>Malaysia Truly Asia - Day 2</title><content type="html">Good Morning...My 2nd day in Malaysia began with phone calls for an early breakfast, had it been Mumbai I would have never got up so early on a Sunday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sir had arrived in Malaysia &amp; after a quick breakfast in the lobby we all got ourselves ready for Genting Highlands, in no time we were at the Lobby where Sir was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkxmdNEpFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/umv_vyJQT9s/s1600-h/KL+Bus+Stop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkxmdNEpFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/umv_vyJQT9s/s200/KL+Bus+Stop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334849770341311570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En route to Genting Highlands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now headed towards the bus stop for a 30 min ride to Genting Highlands. A ride through the interiors of KL got us to the base of Genting. What came next was like a welcome to the adventures ahead, a 25 min cable car ride to the top of the hill top, those cold breeze, jungle around and nature's silence is all what we hugged in that 10X10 cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkyieuaTPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/go85jQ_-xmY/s1600-h/Genting+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkyieuaTPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/go85jQ_-xmY/s200/Genting+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850801541729522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Genting Highlands"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we landed boss made sure that we headed towards the Casino for some gambling, he seemed to be a pro at this. He made sure each one of us got 1000 bucks to play there. Well Teena was the lucky one to win a handful. Playing roulette in such a big casino where money was flowing around is something you least expected. Back home even Teenpati is something big for us.&lt;br /&gt;Gambling had its share, amusement park was awaiting. The first sight of that place reminds me of Brijesh saying "How are we gonna sit in on all these rides in one day", it was big, infact it was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgky8t_j5hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0KrBupjNYE0/s1600-h/Roller+Coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgky8t_j5hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0KrBupjNYE0/s200/Roller+Coaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334851252316792338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Loud Shouts"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering time constraints we made sure we enjoyed in the best among that was offered. Rollercoater was we looked to be in. Fast, highted &amp; quick turns is what it was...I could hear people screaming &amp; abusing...thats how exciting it was. Once we were out of it, one should have seen faces of few. What was more exciting was those pictures taken by automatic cameras while we were in the roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkzmjYWsHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DYuz-66hroc/s1600-h/Space+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkzmjYWsHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DYuz-66hroc/s200/Space+Shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334851971022499954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Touching Heaven - Space Shot at Genting"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Shot - Our next ride, infact it wasnt a ride, it was a journey to the first step of heaven and back. Yes it was a long pole about 180 feet high, we were seated on those cage type seats and were slowly taken upwards to a height of 180 feet. The ride stopped on that height for about 10 seconds &amp; in no time threw us all down to earth &amp; up &amp; down &amp; up. This repeated for a good four times. Those seats seem to disappear when the throw downwards began. I am sure for most of us it was the most adventurous thing that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk0GV8sTNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2-m67f0raw4/s1600-h/Snow+World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk0GV8sTNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2-m67f0raw4/s200/Snow+World.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334852517172628690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Snow World at Genting"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowworld - This was next on the unwritten agenda, though there was not much time but we somehow squeezed into the tight schedule. Sitting on that rubber tube for a snow made ride was exciting, throwing snow on each other, the feeling of being freezing cold was thrilling. Snaps shall say it all.&lt;br /&gt;We finally headed back to the hotel &amp; fortunately got our bus as well though we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk00XI8OFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PF41Xy2IY4A/s1600-h/Fine+Dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgk00XI8OFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PF41Xy2IY4A/s200/Fine+Dining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334853307766421586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fine Dining - Teena &amp; Nikitha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back in hotel sir took all of us for a fine dining experience, it indeed was. That lavish dinning experince was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Back to our rooms we decided to njoi the rest of night singing songs &amp; we made sure we all got involved into it.&lt;br /&gt;A day full of drama, adventure, out of the skin experience came to end. Bravo ppl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-6894369437935639785?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/6894369437935639785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=6894369437935639785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6894369437935639785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6894369437935639785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/malayasia-truly-asia-day-2.html" title="Malaysia Truly Asia - Day 2" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkxmdNEpFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/umv_vyJQT9s/s72-c/KL+Bus+Stop.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBR3g9eCp7ImA9WxJREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-7309468041238554743</id><published>2009-05-06T11:11:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:49:16.660+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T13:49:16.660+05:30</app:edited><title>Malaysia Truly Asia - Day 1</title><content type="html">He never calls often but that day he did, Krushant please come here said Vasu. It was 22nd May, next day being my birthday. I wondered why he had called, first he said jokingly Krushant you are fired then came the big surprise he said our company is being merged with a Foregin group and as a part of it you are being sent to Malaysia for training. It came as quite a surprise to me as it was least expected and never on my mind also.&lt;br /&gt;However the process to the trip which was schedule on 6th June started, Visa, tickets, foregin currencies, info about the places to visit all began &amp; the most exiciting part was that I was going there with office colleague yet great friends.&lt;br /&gt;haaaa the camera were pushed in, the travel insurance policy was taken care of, shopping was done &amp; instructions were all given from parents. Here comes 6th of June &amp; nine of us were all ready to fly by Malaysian airlines from Mumbai. Rains delayed the start but journey was one thing I wanted to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;The excitement of the first trip abroad, foreign flight experiences could be all seen on each one of our faces. The flight took off &amp; poor Souvanik could not take that and started praying to God...heheh all part of that excitment. A four &amp; half hour flight full of sleep and Nikitha's silence who was sitting next to me got us to Kuala Lumpur (KL). A car was well booked for us to take us to the One World Hotel where our stay was planned. Even the journey from airport to hotel was one thing to remember, way we admired the cars on those long stretched clean roads, the bill boards &amp; the greenary around.&lt;br /&gt;A 30 min ride got us to the hotel, we all were taken back as the hotel offered more than we had searched about it online. We all got divided into our respective rooms. Souvanik was to share the room with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkwE7p0dtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-xRqM8tWPdI/s1600-h/At+Malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkwE7p0dtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-xRqM8tWPdI/s200/At+Malaysia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848094887769810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One of the coolest pics of Malaysia - Great memories"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those personal bars, lcd tvs, bath tubs, chocolates &amp; yes that brilliant cushioned bed is something I'll cherish for my entire life. As planned we all were suppose to freshen up &amp; leave for Petrona towers famously called twin towers. All of us got ready &amp; I knocked on the girls doors to remind them its time to leave. But girls will be girls, Teena opened the door and she was still brushing her teeth. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPSvEifN9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LTs44qr-Hik/s1600-h/Petrona+Towers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgPSvEifN9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LTs44qr-Hik/s200/Petrona+Towers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333338089850877906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Petrona Towers at KL"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we left in sometime from the hotel to Petronas. The sight was amazing, they say you need to see it to beleive it. Its a gigantic structure I sware, the cameras were now active &amp; we made our best attempts to get a complete picture with those twin towers but well the architectures of that building did not keep this aspect in mind while building them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgkvj2WE8yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/m4kWCgx7VJI/s1600-h/Aquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/Sgkvj2WE8yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/m4kWCgx7VJI/s200/Aquarium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334847526527103778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Underground Aquarium"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed towards the aquarium in that building...the experience of seeing those sharks, whales, fishes from the under water tunnel was something that shall always remain fresh. You dont mind letting yourself being conquered by those marine civilians. Awesome...&lt;br /&gt;Hunger had finally called &amp; we headed to this small Indian restaurant joint for some Biryani. Considering it to be foreign lands the food was quite delecious. We now made a move from there &amp; somehow Praveen, Teena, Nikitha &amp; me were able to get ourself lost from others. However we made best out of the "LOST" tag and got ourselves enjoyed in the lawns of petronas...clicking snaps and jumping around... The snaps had such great poses we were sure they will come out awesome but well some thing are just to be stored as memories in mind and not as pics. The snaps got deleted some how. No blames, the trip was amazing guys.&lt;br /&gt;We finally found our lost office siblings and then headed towards some malls to shop for some Malaysian pick up, but well the best of a country is always found in its interiors &amp; China town was the place where we went &amp; shopped for stuff for our loved ones back in India.&lt;br /&gt;Our first day in Malaysia was about to get over, a few discussions of the day, some phone calls back home was all that was left. We finally jumped on those cushioned beds to wake up next morning when our boss was about to join us in Malaysia. Good night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-7309468041238554743?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/7309468041238554743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=7309468041238554743" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7309468041238554743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7309468041238554743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2009/05/malaysia-truly-asia-day-1.html" title="Malaysia Truly Asia - Day 1" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SgkwE7p0dtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-xRqM8tWPdI/s72-c/At+Malaysia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFRnY-eSp7ImA9WxdTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-4593246622767782698</id><published>2008-05-13T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:21:57.851+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-16T23:21:57.851+05:30</app:edited><title>Ghar se Hum Chale Bas Ek Back Pack aur ek Guitar.</title><content type="html">Ghar se Hum Chale Bas Ek Back Pack aur ek Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that’s how our trip began from office on 9th of May. All excited &amp; looking forward for an overnight trip to Hans Adventure Resorts at Kohlad. Planning for this trip had been going on since when with several hiccups, so we hoped that it turns out to be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmYBEGZDsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/L0OnZm902ko/s1600-h/Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmYBEGZDsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/L0OnZm902ko/s200/Bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199854388823789250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2PM is what we all left the office by bus to reach the destination, when it comes to bus journey, Antakshari &amp; Dumsheras are always there on the unwritten agenda. A journey of 3:30 min from Mumbai got us to Hans Resorts. The resort welcomed us with a sight of a beautiful peacock roaming just outside its front gate. The resort had those army hostel type shacks, &amp; a beautifull cottage with a lovely terrace. Till night most of the time was spent in settling down and occupying rooms and fighting with some aunties over where boys can sleep and cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmYoEGZDtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ln-pK6wn_4E/s1600-h/Game+session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmYoEGZDtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ln-pK6wn_4E/s200/Game+session.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199855058838687442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Game Session, the blind folded one is me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a simple village dinner, we all headed for a game session with chapri songs, of course my collection being played in the background. I was surprised to see several others who liked the kind of songs I love playing when its masti time. You always find like minded people around…Nikita you were too good with the song “Kali teri choti hai”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmZXEGZDuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YRF--paDFg4/s1600-h/Guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmZXEGZDuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YRF--paDFg4/s200/Guitar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199855866292539106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;haaddd...Teena with her Guitar...you play well re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then headed towards the terrace with Teena carrying her Guitar. Well when guitar is in hand, stars shining over your head &amp; a whispering forest around you, one expects soothing songs to flow, well it dint begin that way, the start was with a rowdy song played “Sutta Na Mila”…hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;It then got to the flow that was expected. A huge group of 25 people just got calm and enjoyed the music and singing, may be the thoughts of past relationships, future one’s and how career is gonna go kept roaming in each one’s mind. Whether everyone agrees on no, I am sure all these thoughts kept coming to each one’s mind. The group then got shorter and sweeter and was left only to 7 of us, we then made sure we stay away from the hussle and bussle and just enjoyed each others presence with sweet compositions. Teena you play the guitar well btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmaIkGZDvI/AAAAAAAAANE/jZCLlTF0VXI/s1600-h/Selected+few+on+terrace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmaIkGZDvI/AAAAAAAAANE/jZCLlTF0VXI/s320/Selected+few+on+terrace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199856716696063730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sweet &amp; simple group on terrace enjoying nature and the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going fine and was kept to simple and basic enjoying stuff, just when a chatter box came up to spoil the fun.&lt;br /&gt;We then made a move towards the pool, just to sit down and talk; it was 2PM by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCma8EGZDwI/AAAAAAAAANM/sqJU6v_Ak_k/s1600-h/Hitting+the+pool+in+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCma8EGZDwI/AAAAAAAAANM/sqJU6v_Ak_k/s200/Hitting+the+pool+in+night.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199857601459326722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hitting the pool at 2 in night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to say lets go in the pool, Siddharth asks me the same, I mean at 2 in the night going for swimming was something I wanted to experience it and not miss an opportunity like this. I mean where you find in a city like Mumbai several stars above you, a silent night, presence of colleagues yet dear friends and a pool waiting to accept your jump in it. I just dint want to miss the experience of swimming at 2 in night with all these story type built up around.&lt;br /&gt; By 3 we finally decide to come out of the pool &amp; go to sleep in our shacks. Never ever has a sleep given me such relaxation &amp; peace. The silence was such that I could hear even the breath of my friends in my shack.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was supposed to be even more exciting, when all the adventure activities were planned out. As expected after the morning breakfast we all headed towards the river side where the adventure activities were suppose to be held. The journey towards this place was exciting as we had to walk for about 2 km after a 2 min bus ride. Superb fun re…&lt;br /&gt;Here we got ourselves divided and the activities began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmbxEGZDxI/AAAAAAAAANU/2KIgBYls6jg/s1600-h/on+ropes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmbxEGZDxI/AAAAAAAAANU/2KIgBYls6jg/s200/on+ropes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199858511992393490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing a dig out with a rope tied from one end to another just as one would see a mowgli in a Jungle Book from one tree to the another was worth doing and even more fun seeing others do it. Then came crawling from a tunnel, jumping over a wall and the best one crawling on your stomach with steel fences above you. &lt;br /&gt;What followed is one thing I shall never ever forget. We had to do river crossing. Calm waters, a rope tied to two ends and we just with a support of life jacket had to cross it. Nikita again accompanied and we both began to cross. Just as we finished the crossing, I left the rope and found myself easily floating on the river because of the life jacket. That’s it then there was no looking back, I kept roaming in those waters with just a jacket on. Nikita obviously had to follow…The experience of floating over the waters with eyes closed and head towards the sky made me felt as if I am quite close to God, I mean I could actually feel his presence around. Several of them shouted please come out of the river, but we simply refuse to, I just did not want to. The guides finally had to remove the ropes, in order to scare us, so that we come out. Coming out of those waters, I promised myself to experience the same once again at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally everyone of my office was relieved to see us back, they all were waiting as to when we will come back and when can they head back to the resort. The bus had left by the time, so we actually had to walk back towards the resort in the hard shining sun. I personally enjoyed since, I love challenging my body with such things, but not all appreciated it, it was fun to walk in those farm lands and lonely roads.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on that hot road for a picture with you Praveen, I shall be forced not to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached the resort and headed for lunch. The lunch served talks with Vivek Bhargava, my boss over his adventure activities, humility, our experiences of life &amp; of course contextual advertising, Sir I actually saw the passion of yours when you could talk about it for so long even after walking in that soaring heat.&lt;br /&gt;A short discussion sitting by the cottage side with friends and others followed next, those timely pauses in between the talks made us realize and listen to the sound of silence that came from those trees around, whistling winds and the several mangoes hanging in those acres.&lt;br /&gt;We finally headed towards the pool one last time; tug of war in those waters, throwing each one in air is something which shall always make me regret I wish I could have been a kid all my life.&lt;br /&gt;With evening on its way the fun also started fading, as we all headed towards the bus and return back to Mumbai where our desktops, office air condition, local trains and horns were ready to welcome us all over again. Hey before I end this I need to mention the songs that we sang in the bus…with me being the soft target of being teased with all sorts of song dedication. Danny, Bhakti, Praveen &amp; especially you Nikita shall always remember you all for this  though you’ll teased a hell out of me, but I quite enjoyed the humor that it carried, you guys rocked re.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it was one trip after which I literally said “that was not enough”. It was one experience for me for several reasons, it helped me realize what friends meant, especially some close ones and yes I knew they are always around for me but they should not be taken for granted. It would have just been THE PERFECT trip for me haaadddddddddddd…glad its all settled now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-4593246622767782698?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/4593246622767782698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=4593246622767782698" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/4593246622767782698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/4593246622767782698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2008/05/ghar-se-hum-chale-bas-ek-back-pack-aur.html" title="Ghar se Hum Chale Bas Ek Back Pack aur ek Guitar." /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/SCmYBEGZDsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/L0OnZm902ko/s72-c/Bus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDR3g6cSp7ImA9WB9bEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-7654027083939474008</id><published>2007-11-21T10:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:27:56.619+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-20T11:27:56.619+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dahanu village" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dahanu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm house" /><title>Ghosts of Dahanu</title><content type="html">For once my plans of visiting a place were made at once and that too without any hiccups. As decided we were all set to leave on Saturday early morning. My friends from town were suppose to come in a hired car to a friends place in Kandivli &amp;amp; all of us were set to leave from there.&lt;br /&gt;The journey as usual had to begin with pulling each other legs. A three hour long journey to Dahnu &amp;amp; we started looking out for the place where we were suppose to stay, it was suppose to be a farm house of chintan's friend. When it comes to him you can never be sure, we were initially guided to a place where we could see only the farm but not the house. It took us 2 hours, a whole lot of abuses to chintan &amp;amp; kaushal to reach the destination named GRACE FARM.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were there, we all were taken back by the place &amp;amp; its location, situated amidst those lonely jungles, the house indeed reminded us of those countryside hindi movies. The mali present there then took us for a walk in farm showing us the 350 coconut trees, chickoo &amp;amp; papaya farms. He also warned us of the snakes present in the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oC7lg8CZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GmEw7ZtV6UU/s1600-h/17112007265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oC7lg8CZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GmEw7ZtV6UU/s320/17112007265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928746930014610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's a Jungle out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a walk in the farm we left the place &amp;amp; went to the city side for lunch but hey a long journey &amp;amp; the food was just good to fill our stomachs. Initially we all were skeptical of the place but once we were back to the farm the masti begins...&lt;br /&gt;We entered the swimming pool &amp;amp; fights, victories, cheating &amp;amp; lot more was always gonna happen when 9 boys come together. It indeed was fun to pull some legs of each other.&lt;br /&gt;It was soon dark &amp;amp; after a quick bath all of us headed out of the farm for dinner, full with punjabi &amp;amp; south Indian food, we were sure the night would be an exciting feature to look forward to. Poor vinit was the first one to sleep, hehehe we emptied the entire Colgate paste on him. The photo session when the lights were of was also a thing I would remember. I mean simple men being ghost &amp;amp; spirits was a friendly affair indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oDblg8CaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BL_AtpzAgL8/s1600-h/17112007288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oDblg8CaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BL_AtpzAgL8/s320/17112007288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929296685828514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghosts of Dahanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining of the night was spent playing cards &amp;amp; bets being placed on wins &amp;amp; losses. Some of them still owe my due victories...&lt;br /&gt;Next day was the one I shall remember for long. Breakfast is all what we needed badly but the hotel was way out &amp;amp; none of us intended to go out. So all of us got together &amp;amp; decided to make sandwiches by ourselves, cutting tomatoes, applying butter on bread is something my mother shall surely be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Pool was the next thing on our minds, we then tied a rope to the trees surrounding the  pool &amp;amp; hanged a bottle on it. &lt;br /&gt;WE then divided ourselves as per our age &amp;amp; started playing the game where each team had to hit the bottle from a distance &amp;amp; the one who hits it 11 times first wins...hehehe &amp;amp; as always victory came natural to me. The dues of winning the bet is still pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oD3Fg8CbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I42M50-NjFQ/s1600-h/18112007301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oD3Fg8CbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I42M50-NjFQ/s320/18112007301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929769132231090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghosts hitting the Army pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With evening on its way, we all started packing our stuff &amp;amp; with funny &amp;amp; leg pulling memories we returned back to Mumbai where the hustle &amp;amp; bustle was ready to welcome us back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-7654027083939474008?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/7654027083939474008/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=7654027083939474008" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7654027083939474008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/7654027083939474008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/11/ghosts-of-dahnu.html" title="Ghosts of Dahanu" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R2oC7lg8CZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GmEw7ZtV6UU/s72-c/17112007265.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGSHo7eCp7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-8317787822959276773</id><published>2007-11-08T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:28:49.400+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T13:28:49.400+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pawan tree" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trekking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ultimate paradise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uttan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uttan trek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uttan beach" /><title>Uttan Trek</title><content type="html">Plan an outing and they are never smooth to take of, same it happened with us as well when we planned an outing to Uttan to the Ultimate Paradise resort. Working in the same office, Saturday was the best option to go &amp; as decided most of them landed up on time at the Bhayandar station except Amit &amp; me…lol… I’ll have to listen for the same for ever I guess. A fifteen minutes rickshaw ride from the station takes you to the Ultimate Paradise Resort. Though the rickshaw leaves you just about near the resort but a short walk from the jungles &amp; small yet never ending steps take you to the resort situated at the hill top.&lt;br /&gt;Ha the confusion still does not end, whether we should stay back or leave, however we leave the decision when the evening comes. Paid the entry amount &amp; after a short breakfast, wondering whether to hit the swimming pool or walk we ended asking the resort owner if we could go for a trek or so &amp; he guided us to the hill side for the same.&lt;br /&gt;We thus began our walk, coming across a tree which was all lonely in the greenery present around it &amp; sat down around it. Being from the same office, gossips, bitching &amp; more was always there on the unwritten agenda…hey but its necessary to start a topic tho… &amp; when we finally felt that it was enough we began walking towards a pond which though was at a distance &amp; the road to it was walking over the rocks, farms &amp; yes escaping if the bullock ever planned to attack. But hey it was worth it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLVBwRvtwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UTqrSCzSkwc/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLVBwRvtwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UTqrSCzSkwc/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130397151644333826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praveen had slipped while clearing these rocks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we came across rocks that we need to walk on to get down towards the farm lands, hey it was quite simple enough though but I pitty Praveen, he unfortunately slipped…heheheh. Cleared the rocks successfully we came across a group of aspiring cricketers, children they were but were big enough to guide us towards the pond &amp; soon we found ourselves walking amidst the farms. I could quite recollect my college days tho. As the pond seems closer to us there were these two bullocks that were present on our way, though they were fined tied but still even a run by one of them in that field was enough to make us feel its presence.  While walking we came across a water pool, can’t describe it tho &amp; it brought out the hidden models in us, each &amp; every person was busy posing to make it a perfect picture but hell Bhakti’s camera doesnot have zoom…hehehehe. Finally the models move ahead &amp; reach the actual pond we had planned of, but the pond that seemed so far when we started, we had reached quite early then expected, so we further decided to walk towards the sea shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLWBgRvtxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qIxOH347u28/s1600-h/DSC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLWBgRvtxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qIxOH347u28/s320/DSC00345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130398246860994322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry but Bhakti's camera does not have zoom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a walk in itself as the farms &amp; rocks were taken over by a walk from the village, fishermen getting their nets done &amp; kids catching butterflies. We finally reach the shore; most of us were simply enjoying the moment but Vinita…hehehe as usual gathering information about their living, diet &amp; what not, and may be she intended to marry one of them.  Finally a walk back to the resort on the same way, the walk which initially was very long but on the way back some how we could feel it very short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached the tree where it all had begun &amp; a passing dialogue from me got the tree it’s name “Pawan Tree”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLhzgRvtyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XjuEcBafWyY/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLhzgRvtyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XjuEcBafWyY/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130411200482359074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pawan Tree where we gossiped, bitched &amp; future WE 2 plans were discussed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we decide to enjoy what the resort had to offer, we had paid for it. After lunch we all hit the pool &amp; got involved in searching for Rs 5 coin in the pool, I mean agree we are not paid enough but not less also that we needed to search for a coin &amp; the less talk about the game played after the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLlWQRvt0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/F_n1xy9lfFQ/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLlWQRvt0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/F_n1xy9lfFQ/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130415096017696578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes did feel like I am the emperor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come evening &amp; no one removed the topic of staying back also, so the question never arose only. A standing bus ride was the last thing I had expected, girls are always lucky in this matter, B.E.S.T has special privileges for them though. Enough, the bus ride made me tired, hence don’t feel like writing the same here also. &lt;br /&gt;Indeed it was a much needed break &amp; nothing can give you more relaxation than a trek &amp; with friends is more fun. Teena hope the place met your expectation of the term “Ekaaaaaaaant”. Hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLj6gRvtzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5wbtLOw9k3I/s1600-h/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLj6gRvtzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5wbtLOw9k3I/s320/DSC00349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130413519764698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture Perfect...Amit where are you??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to the Pawan Tree on the Wikimap &amp; the resort :Ultimate Paradise&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wikimapia.org/#lat=19.285601&amp;lon=72.796521&amp;z=18&amp;l=0&amp;m=a&amp;v=2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-8317787822959276773?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/8317787822959276773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=8317787822959276773" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/8317787822959276773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/8317787822959276773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/11/uttan-trek.html" title="Uttan Trek" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RzLVBwRvtwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UTqrSCzSkwc/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDQ3s4fip7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-5506769656993699687</id><published>2007-11-01T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:24:32.536+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T13:24:32.536+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first twenty 20 match" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twenty 20" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cricket" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="20 20" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first 20 20 match" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brebourne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india vs australia" /><title>First Twenty 20 Match in India</title><content type="html">Cricket has always been a passionate sport in India &amp; I am one of the big contributors to this tag. The excitement &amp; the aggression that this game bring to the people of India is beyond imagination. The Twenty 20 game has just added to this excitement &amp; ever since India has won the world cup of this new format the craze is at it’s peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RyluAhp-9gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wjOQmUink6w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RyluAhp-9gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wjOQmUink6w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127750606051538434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such craze &amp; you get a chance to watch the first Twenty 20 match in India is what one had always asked for.  The match was scheduled to be held in Brebourne stadium of Mumbai &amp; on a Saturday as well. India was facing the mighty Australian who had defeated the Indian team in the one day series prior to this match. Whatever it was records are a past when India decides to take the field for a Twenty 20 match &amp; that too as the champions for the first time on Indian soil.&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I am a part of the 40,000 spectators was quite a task, though tickets was not an issue but odd hiccups here &amp; there are bound to happen. Once the tickets were in my hand a day prior to the match, my only job was to make my friends jealous of the possession. To my wonder the ticket was of the VVIP stand &amp; which costed 10K. Came the day &amp; after standing in a huge line &amp; pushing my way through I entered what seemed to be a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RylwjRp-9iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hJcr7bpYjg8/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RylwjRp-9iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hJcr7bpYjg8/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127753402075248162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs being played, cheer leaders dancing, Indian flags all around &amp; yes the flood lights made a perfect set up for a match where Indian were heavily supported. Though India lost the toss, captain Dhoni seemed quite content with the decision of Australians to bat first. A huge roar went out when Indians took the field, I am sure it must have pumped the eleven Indians who took the field.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the first ball of the match &amp; the roar goes louder, Aussies came out to their natural game, aggressive &amp; always attacking but Indians led by a good pace attack by R.P Singh were determined to win this format of the game. Harbhajan seems to come at his best when he is playing the might Aussies.&lt;br /&gt;A target of 166, a moderate one which India achieved without much trouble. Its always said in sports it does not matter how you win the match but the celebrations after the match is what is remembered. India did celebrate it in style as well with a victory lap on the car that Gautam Gambhir got as Man of the Match.&lt;br /&gt;Besides this stars like Shahrukh &amp; Deepika added fun to the match. Deepika being shown on screen &amp; Dhoni’s blushing face after that indeed added to the rumors spreading around. In all it was a match worth remembering for the fact that it was the first Twenty 20 match in India. I shall always be able to tell my grand children that I was a part of the first Twenty 20 match in India &amp; India had won it in style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-5506769656993699687?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/5506769656993699687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=5506769656993699687" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5506769656993699687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/5506769656993699687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-twenty-20-match-in-india.html" title="First Twenty 20 Match in India" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RyluAhp-9gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wjOQmUink6w/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDQH8-eip7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-6779918875598998473</id><published>2007-10-22T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:52:51.152+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T12:52:51.152+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gujarati" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="communicate 2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pathak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bangur nagara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="falguni" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dandiya" /><title>Garba with Falguni &amp; Dear Freinds</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R0KLKae9PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-mDVUElliqc/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R0KLKae9PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-mDVUElliqc/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134819536179904114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Navratri and the first thing that comes to your mind is garba &amp;amp; for a Mumbaikar to top that you are reminded of Falguni Pathak &amp;amp; her Sankalp Navratri. Its one place where I have seen even non dancers dance, she literally forces you to do so. Though it was not for the first time that I had gone to Sankalp &amp;amp; played garba on the beats of Falguni but this time it was special. Going with office colleagues…oops friends was an experience in itself. The entry to this venue was much easier then I had expected it to be. Once you are in &amp;amp; the moment the beats start your feat start moving to her tunes instantly. Crowds well dressed, ornaments &amp;amp; yes kediyu &amp;amp; chaniya choli, famously called short frocks by the masses is what you get to see around you. Beats were rolling, Falguni was at her usual best &amp;amp; there she comes up with the song “Pari Hoon Main” her trademark song…this is I would suggest as the perfect example of crowd following its influencer. Not a single group in the ground was doing a different step, the song prompted everyone to dance what is called “popat” a to &amp;amp; fro garba step. Once this song started we got it that Falguni is now at the peak of her singing. Songs kept flowing… “Mane Pant Walla Ne Payanvu tu, Dhotiya Walo Gamto Nathi” (I wanted to marry a jeans wearing guy, the dhoti wearing guy I don’t like) to “Odhni Odhu to”…Gujju Garba kept coming… It was more fun as most of my friends did not how to play garba but still they were best at managing. Just as we had all got in the flow of dancing perfect, here comes the song “Namak Ishq Ka” &amp;amp; instantly we all got dancing to the jhtaka steps without any one’s instructions. Words can’t describe it… The last twenty minutes &amp;amp; the gujarati garbas were replaced by hindi film songs…from “paisa fekh tamasha dekh” to “dil ka mamla hai dilbar” she simply delivered what we had been there for. Finally here comes the final song of hers, which I felt even a rock band cannot match up to. Among the several present there along with my ten office friends who were not gujaratis, were forced to be Gujaratis by heart for the entire time at Sankalp dancing to Falguni Pathak. Exploring a place where the form of dancing comes naturally to me but with dear friends was an experience of a life time. As we left the place with cherished memories we promise to be here in future also together, though it was a blurred promise to make as no one knew where each one will be, but still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac99b38849894bfa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-6779918875598998473?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/6779918875598998473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=6779918875598998473" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6779918875598998473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6779918875598998473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/10/garba-with-falguni-dear-freinds.html" title="Garba with Falguni &amp; Dear Freinds" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/R0KLKae9PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-mDVUElliqc/s72-c/Image003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQ3c_cCp7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-981889208055275234</id><published>2007-09-13T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:18:02.948+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T13:18:02.948+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pondi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aurbindo ashram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="french promenade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pondicherry" /><title>Lets meet Peace...</title><content type="html">Some go to trek, some to explore &amp; some to enjoy but few go to relax. Yes Pondicherry is indeed a place to relax. It allows you to do so. Though i went from my college for an industrial visit, relaxation &amp;amp; peace is what it had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, french style promenades, clean &amp; green is what one searches to relax &amp;amp; Pondi has all in it. The most unique thing about Pondi is that it does not have any industry that affect nature as said by the CM of Pondi.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful aspect of Pondi was the long walk that we friends took on the corridors of the Arabian Sea. A walk in heavy rains that too barefoot &amp; with dear college friends was more then I had asked from this God's Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukCiwxCY0I/AAAAAAAAADg/n3ZKMvosO8A/s1600-h/pondicherry-ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109618048457925442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukCiwxCY0I/AAAAAAAAADg/n3ZKMvosO8A/s200/pondicherry-ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The corridor where we friends walked, just to enjoy each other's presence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more unique aspect of Pondi is a structure build in middle of the town in memory of a prostitute who use to help the poors with her earnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukDkgxCY1I/AAAAAAAAADo/T40WCbHm-Ok/s1600-h/aayi-madapam-pondicherry-india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109619178034324306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukDkgxCY1I/AAAAAAAAADo/T40WCbHm-Ok/s200/aayi-madapam-pondicherry-india.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A town structure build in memories of a prostitute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When in Pondi, Aurbindo Ashram is a must must see as life takes a completely new meaning when you see their teachings, in fact their practical teachings.&lt;br /&gt;While in Pondi the best way to explore is to walk the lonely &amp; peaceful lanes of this small town with friends singing &amp;amp; allowing the nature to feed you to its limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukA0wxCYyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fCQXHtfobhI/s1600-h/pondicherry-street_scene_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109616158672315170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukA0wxCYyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fCQXHtfobhI/s200/pondicherry-street_scene_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple walks &amp; more, I do remember them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised with every step as you will keep wondering how a place which is so small can offer you so much that you can cherish for your entire life. These are the moments where peace &amp;amp; delight of nature takes you over &amp; leaves you with a feeling that &lt;strong&gt;"yes I am a simple &amp;amp; a lovable person on earth". &lt;/strong&gt;It is indeed coined to perfection as &lt;strong&gt;"Peaceful Pondicherry"&lt;/strong&gt; by it's promoters.&lt;br /&gt;A place that I explored with my college friends &amp; still want to go their once again just to relive those relaxing &amp;amp; simple moments which one always dreams of to have.&lt;br /&gt;They say you can't meet peace but I did. Pondi forces you to do so even if you don't want to. My belief that a person behaves according to the place he is in came very true when I visited this simple yet extra ordinary peace of land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-981889208055275234?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/981889208055275234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=981889208055275234" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/981889208055275234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/981889208055275234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-meet-peace.html" title="&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets meet Peace...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RukCiwxCY0I/AAAAAAAAADg/n3ZKMvosO8A/s72-c/pondicherry-ocean.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINRHg5fSp7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-2227637361026043053</id><published>2007-09-12T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:13:15.625+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T13:13:15.625+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shikara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srinagar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dal lake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kashmir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="floating market" /><title>Dal Lake - A city on lake</title><content type="html">You may have heard of a market at your street corner or a market in a polished mall but have you even thought of the idea of a market on a lake. Even I hadn't until I visited Dal Lake in Kashmir. Located in Srinagar this lake is accessible from almost all parts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueJqwxCYvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iztmIsLVvEc/s1600-h/floating+farmet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109203670013207282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueJqwxCYvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iztmIsLVvEc/s200/floating+farmet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Floating market on Dal Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitng Dal lake &amp; having a ride in a Shikara is an experience of a lifetime. Shikaras are hand driven boat like structures. People have actually build their homes, shops &amp;amp; even industries on this lake. You get everything from daily necessities to luxurious items.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember peeping in one of the locals houses &amp; I could see a television, refrigerator &amp;amp; a well made kitchen also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueLiAxCYxI/AAAAAAAAADI/RvZ7taqfe9A/s1600-h/shikaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109205718712607506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueLiAxCYxI/AAAAAAAAADI/RvZ7taqfe9A/s200/shikaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shikara's at Dal Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I couldn't imagine a house just as mine on a lake. The lake also has a mosque build on it. While I was exploring all this with the shikara moving at the minimal speed possible, I found life to be stand still &amp; felt this was a thing I was always looking for. Once I finish exploring the city on Dal Lake, the shikara guy took us to the exteriors of the lake, where there was no civilistaion, but simply open lake with mountains &amp;amp; a beautiful sun set in the background, a perfect place to be relaxed &amp; strengthen your beautiful memories...&lt;br /&gt;Even the crushes that you have had in the past keep moving in your mind, with a feeling "I wishhhhhh". The lake makes you calm &amp;amp; even gives you a feeling that life is not completely to conquer but also to get conquered by the hands of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueKaAxCYwI/AAAAAAAAADA/24KkPuCcJ3s/s1600-h/dal+lake+fountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109204481762026242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueKaAxCYwI/AAAAAAAAADA/24KkPuCcJ3s/s200/dal+lake+fountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Scenic view of the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake has this capacity to surprise you every moment with the more you keep exploring this place. In one of the industries that I visited, I even saw a carpet worth 5lacs being made. The place made everything from Kashmiri shawls, leather jackets &amp; more. By this moment the sun had finally set &amp;amp; we were moving back to shore getting ourselves prepared for a stay in one of the boat houses on this beautiful lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a die hard nature lover &amp; you have not visited the Dal lake in Kashmir then I guess you have not still found the true definiton of nature yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I would like to say though I was the one who explore Dal Lake but was still happy being conquered by it simplicity, love &amp;amp; most important it's uniqueness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between all this beauty &amp; simplicity lies an area on this lake where no Indian is allowed to go &amp;amp; only tourist from outside India are. I mean this hurted our feelings a lot, how can an Indian be denied entry in his own land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-2227637361026043053?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/2227637361026043053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=2227637361026043053" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/2227637361026043053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/2227637361026043053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/09/dal-lake-city-on-lake.html" title="Dal Lake - A city on lake" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RueJqwxCYvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iztmIsLVvEc/s72-c/floating+farmet.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYHQX8zfyp7ImA9WB9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-6998409487589069473</id><published>2007-09-11T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:05:30.187+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T13:05:30.187+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wilson college history bmm bachelor mass media" /><title>Being Part of History...</title><content type="html">Being part of a 150 year old institution, itself gave me goosebumps when I got admission in Wilson College of Mumbai. Initially when I got through, the first feeling that came in my mind was that college has witnessed so many legends, some of whom even are respectable citizen of this Mumbai city, some even decide the economics of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RuY5Sd4wzfI/AAAAAAAAACo/sIML9tVgRX0/s1600-h/wilson+college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108833816721542642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RuY5Sd4wzfI/AAAAAAAAACo/sIML9tVgRX0/s200/wilson+college.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact the college is even older then the Mumbai University, standing tall in front of the Arabian Sea in Mumbai, college has faced several tides of up's &amp; down and still is considered one of the most respectable college of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;My 3 years in Wilson taught me several things, the more I came to know about it, I felt the less I know about it. The college library, hall, campus, stone structured building, labs all give you a nostalgic feeling of the place. It indeed builds you up &amp;amp; makes you a part of it. Probably the only college in Mumbai that attracts students from all over India, from Kashmir to down south &amp; from Assam, Manipur as well. This itself teaches you about the different cultures of India &amp;amp; the way they think. This indeed adds to the college feathers.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember an incident when my friend &amp; me were chatting in the college hall after a college fest managed by our class had come to an end, all we could discuss is how for 150 years this institution has held so many events &amp;amp; today we also are a part of a age old history. It indeed was a moment that I can cherish for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RuY5-94wzgI/AAAAAAAAACw/cVNskkubY1g/s1600-h/historic+wilson+college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108834581225721346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RuY5-94wzgI/AAAAAAAAACw/cVNskkubY1g/s200/historic+wilson+college.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wilson College in it's initial years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it wasnt' a good act to do but on the last day of our college all we friends wrote our names on the last bench where we friends use to sit, further strengthing our stand in this historic college which builds future of students not only to develop themselves but also the society &amp;amp; nation at large.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I say the more I have explored this college land, the less I know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906611172891105904-6998409487589069473?l=exploredlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/feeds/6998409487589069473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906611172891105904&amp;postID=6998409487589069473" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6998409487589069473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906611172891105904/posts/default/6998409487589069473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exploredlands.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-part-of-history.html" title="&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Part of History...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" /><author><name>Researcher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RuY5Sd4wzfI/AAAAAAAAACo/sIML9tVgRX0/s72-c/wilson+college.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HSXc4fyp7ImA9WB5aF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906611172891105904.post-4019475180047397867</id><published>2007-08-01T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:18:58.937+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-14T16:18:58.937+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malshej ghats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trekking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="explored" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destinations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lands" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malshej" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malshej ghat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mountainering" /><title>Nature's Call</title><content type="html">Have you ever heard of flamingoes in Maharashtra, experienced waterfalls at every 200 meter stretch, if not Malshej Ghat is the place to be. Situated at about 3 hours from Mumbai, a 154 km drive from the city or a public transport from the nearest Kalyan or Karjat railway station can get you to Malshej.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’ll experience something as beautiful as this when we were assigned that we have to brand Malshej Ghats as tourist destination for a college project. The preparation for the journey itself were so messed up that the path ahead simply looked tough.&lt;br /&gt;Praveen, Moses &amp; I were given the task to brand Malshej Ghat, a place we had never heard about then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Journey Begins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was a college project we decided to take the train from Dadar to Kalyan &amp;amp; then local bus from there to Malshej. It helped us in discovering the ways to get there &amp; it was more feasible as well. The bus journey from Kalyan was an experience in its own way, the localities completely resembled the interiors of Maharashtra, the turns on the ghats with the beautiful scenic view made a perfect welcome for the place we were heading to. Just then I heard Praveen shout pointing towards a waterfall, there another, the falls kept coming, we finally decided to get down &amp;amp; walk the remaining distance. We were all taken back by what this place had to offer. Walking on the wet rods &amp; with waterfalls which kept coming on the way, we suddenly took a left, a point from where you could well see the entire Ghat standing next to this place what we guys named it as erection, coz it was a single huge stone structure, straight &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;tall in the middle of this circle of valley, rain drops, fog &amp; excitement.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrDCOSlxLHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bifOFWURXiw/s1600-h/tall+penis.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093784729320238194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrDCOSlxLHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bifOFWURXiw/s320/tall+penis.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The "erection point" I was talking about turned into a print ad later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then sat down here for a while enjoying what nature had to offer, talks, dreams driven with fantasy &amp; girls is what we all thought about while experiencing how climate can change within seconds. From a drizzle &amp;amp; gentle wind it suddenly started pouring heavily. We thus took a shelter under a cave sort of a thing &amp; started thinking how better can we project a beautiful place like Malshej in ads of 30 sec &amp;amp; images.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the rains stopped &amp; we headed towards the MIDC hotel, but to our bad luck the hotel was all occupied &amp;amp; the only room available was too expensive for college students like us. Wondering what to do we decided to explore the place more, thus reaching a point where you can experience something that can prove Newton’s theory of gravitation wrong. Just throw a stone or a light wooden stick &amp; to opposite Newton’s theory it comes back to you, even the rain drops comes up towards you. It’s like someone sparkling water on you from downwards. Hey it’s not due to the lack of gravitation or so but the wind is such at this place that it shoots up things that go down. You can find this point right behind the MIDC hotel. We simply denied going from here, but with day nearing to its end we decided to move on to find an accommodation. A long search &amp;amp; finally got a room to stay in a local’s house for cheap. All this while we hardly wondered about our food but no more could we starve &amp; thus we dropped in at a local dhaba. Seeing the rotis &amp;amp; sabzi getting prepared in front of us was an experiencing in itself &amp; I had never tasted something so pure before. Rain outside just made it a perfect dinner experience, something you wont find even if you pay huge amounts in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrCkDClxLEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VISFa3olmQY/s1600-h/Bliss,+peace+hereafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093751550697876546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrCkDClxLEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VISFa3olmQY/s320/Bliss,+peace+hereafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Scenic view of Malshej Ghat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we finally decided to search for migratory flamingos. Walk, walk &amp;amp; more walk is what we did as the locals guided us where exactly we could find them. We had managed to walk for about 4 hours on stones, mud pools &amp; what not, we had also found a bull skull on our way but these flamingos were invisible. Here he shouts again Praveen says look there they are, they still seemed a lot far away, forcing us to settle down to photograph them from where we were. Awesome they looked, I mean it was for the first time I saw birds so huge flying free with a background of foggy mountains &amp;amp; waterfalls, it made a perfect portrait for any painter to colour his canvas. A local passing by then pointed towards the Harishchandra fort, as to what he said, he described it as a trekkers ultimate dream but only trained one’s could go, our chances were thus minimized hence forth.&lt;br /&gt;Explored, stored ever lasting memories &amp; captured enough footage &amp;amp; images for our project we headed towards Junnar, a place from where one could reach Shivneri Fort, Shivaji’s birth place. The journey in a truck heading towards the place with the locals wearing the traditional white Maharashtrian headgear is something which a city guy must experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrC_iClxLGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ib2wX92H7zo/s1600-h/forbidden+fruit.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093781770087771234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rEbCR3PF1M8/RrC_iClxLGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ib2wX92H7zo/s320/forbidden+fruit.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;One of the print ads we made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories &amp;amp; the beauty of Malshej explored especially with two dear friends shall always remain a thing I can cherish forever. 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