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Like the rotund bunny jumping by right beside you,  n swiftly running up the hill,  just as he reaches the top, he pauses,  his long ears silhouetted against the sky, As if saying, Till next time bro, and moves on Life has more nice moments in store On the lush monsoon hill, When the soft drizzle  lovingly anoints you While the cool n light breeze Is Softly embracing you Life has more nice moments in store When you are watching from your window A beautiful mount of green Or walking on it,  Wondering what the birds might be saying When some peaceful moments walk together with you Life n God have more of them in store You are passing near a ledge on the hill A dreamy waft of pervading sweet jasmine  Suddenly envelops you in the still darkness And makes you pause and breathe in deep the moment When such unexpected but welcome happiness drifts in  Life has more nice moments in store As the rain gods march Sprinkling an ethereal fog of beauty where they pass when some clouds choose to rest
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The Provisional Return To Innocence.

I took the pen in my hand after quite some time...or was that the keyboard I picked up...no that doesn't sound too right. Ok, I am writing after quite some time...And it feels good. 'Twas after a nudge from my friend since childhood, to write about the current situation, that I am taking this up. So thanks Amit for getting me to activate my blog again. Things around the world are not normal, my immediate proximity included. There is clear and present danger around us.  My innate sceptic sense now tingles even more at any thing that is brought into the home from outside, be it groceries, or vegetables, or medicine strips. Their days of being imponderably innocuous objects are now past. It is mildly humorous, and dark, that I now look at a potato (or a bunch of spinach, or a box of detergent, or a simple strip of dispirin) and imagine if there is something virulently pathogenic on them, and if these have been compromised by a touch not so holy. And ponder briefly if these vibe
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Just Beyond, the freer world awaits...

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 A cormorant flies across  The still, bounded waters of the Dam,  As the free bird glides over it with ease,  It seems to chide the water, and tease,  Just beyond, the freer world awaits...  My self-adorned shackles,  Yet bruising the ankles,  Seem to clang louder, and convey,  Just beyond, the freer world awaits...  The weight restricting the freedom,  Promising to get lighter, as it cries  Act, consolidate, decide, and quicker  Just beyond, the freer world awaits...  A moist breeze caresses  the towering green mountain;  The embrace comfortingly says  Don't worry, just a little beyond, the freer world awaits...
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An Elephantine Affair to Remember...

The Jeep is reversing on a narrow jungle track as rushed as it can. But over the loud cackling of its engine and rustling of the branches the jeep unapologetically brushed by, is one unmistakable sound - the hastening beat of my pounding heart. This is jarred every alternate second by the trumpets of the three elephants charging at us, their trunks raised, and their heavy legs kicking off the heavy jungle dust akin to leading the charge in a war. In the still and noiseless jungle setting, the sound of every single elephant trumpet, coupled with the heaviness of their charge can pierce and shred every single assumption of well-being and security that you have ever had in your life. A panic that you have not known so far;  a fear so primordial, not experienced so far.. It is clear by now, the charge is not a mock one. The elephants are sufficiently peeved to respond everytime they hear the roaring of the jeeps engine approaching. May be half an hour earlier in the Evening, we had
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Merge to Confirm

As I position myself to come out of my apartment complex, I am cut off by a thick perpendicular slab of disagreeable traffic. Even as the daily routine is about to kickstart, this manifestation of the social chaos is the first hurdle to assess, tackle, and merge into. Your morning tranquility zone ends here abruptly to a jarring cacophony. The squealing and squawking of the swarm of two wheelers - which is the first you need to tackle since they buzz from the sides in this traffic- is akin to those of a bunch of unruly parrots, which descend on you suddenly. I wait for a few seconds to prepare my required shift to the next energy band. For those two seconds however, my mind slips into alternative thought. Should I work from home just today to avoid this traffic? Probably not. Do I like enough doing what I do? What do I like doing?  My thoughts still reach me over the din of the vehicles, but cannot start in these few seconds a journey towards a conclusion. The starting melody of a so
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My Review of Blue Ginger Vythiri on TripAdvisor.

I visited Blue Ginger from 1st to 3rd November 2012, with my wife and 4.5 year old son. I started from Bangalore at 6 am and reached the Vythiri village at 2 pm with a 1 hour stop in between. I had recieved a call from the resort around 11.00am to check where I was, and was asked to call the resort once I reached the Vythiri village. I called back and in a few minutes a jeep arrived to guide me to the parking area. From the parking area is a 20 min drive uphill to the resort in the resort's jeep. Your car remains parked down the hill. The drive to resort is a nice starter to the experience. When I alighted from the jeep inside the resort, I was impressed with the view, the scenic natural ambience it exudes. This sets the right tone. I was also given a room upgrade based on availability. The resort experience is quite good. It has a pair of waterfalls within the estate, which the young and middle aged can access without much issues. Might be difficult for senior citizens.
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‘Soul’ Kadhi

Just an innocuous pickup at the Mumbai airport could end up costing you over Rs.300 even before you sit in your pickup vehicle. I guess I was just a minute late in locating the mini-van that had come to pick me up at the Santacruz Airport in Mumbai. The Airport was the first stop on starting from Dadar for Amit, Ranjeet-Preeti, and Nishant on the way to Dapoli. Our destination, Harne-Murud was around 270 km southwards from Dadar (Mumbai – erstwhile Bombay) , and around 380kms northwards from Goa. Very much on the coast. And this region in general, is silently proud of its numerous beautiful beaches. Much like the less flamboyant but nevertheless very beautiful country girls. The Konkan region is the beautiful south-western coastline of the state of Maharashtra in India. This verdant region, with bountiful coconut and betel-nut plantations had yet escaped my travel till date. Guess it had to wait for the first decade of the new millennium to turn over, for me to be able to leave my foo
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