Sunday, March 16, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Big B - Bombay
Bombay, when I shifted to this city of 7 islands it was still Bombay. Till one day Mubaikars decided to be so. WHatever the name is, it hardly matters. I still love it.
Came here when I was in 5th. Switched schools twice, started learning hindi from the first alphabet as opposed to my kabir ke dohas which I had started to love by now. Hindi was better than marathi, because I was a hardcore 'MP'ite, my friends thought it weird. The place I came to live in was still a subarban village of Bombay with a police station and dhaba next to our building. From a convent school to a normal one, from the good old ICSE board which I so much love and still consider the epitome of good education to SSC was a pleasent change as I had to study less. In approx 2 years there sprang building beside ours and I could no more see across the higway. Though I could still see my school bus coming from around the corner and run down in a jiffy:D Soon I forgot there existed a highway across and was happy settling for the part of world I could see and experience.
My dad taught me to ride the bicycle and then my first scooter in which I crashed and never touched a motorized 2 wheeler again. Bicycling is still my favourite sport. Thought havent done it for years. I had my first music lessons in Mumbai, as my mom always wanted me to learn to sing. And I am glad that she had discovered my passion for music. I love and appreciate music. I had a bengali music teacher, who taught it in her typical sweet Bengali accent :)
My brother loves Mumbai though he was born in Bhopal and I still love the small town feel, A disscusion on Mumbai and you will know he hates to get out of that place and dreams to make it big there. Bhopal has no importance other than the place of birth. I guess thats is why he is the hardcore Mumbaitte and not me :)
He was very young then, I still remember his running around in that fav red sweater and playing with my gang of girls till I was in 10th. After which he attended my school picnic and that was the end of my gaming sessions with my bro, where I had to finally declare that he make his own friends.
Extremely naughty fellow, who always got me complaitns in school, but which only made me love him more. The bond and understanding with which we grew, will always be as strong and I am glad, I have a sibling.
Then came the junior college and I spent more time at home that usual, bunking college... The transformation from school to college was really enriching experience from new friends to new dresses to new teachers, new subjects, new travel in local train to even a few crushes. Things were always merry. The love hate relations of life just started and thats when I understood the ppl of this city more. While in school I only interacted more with families staying in my colony.We had a bengali, tamil and bihari family staying on the same floor. Then I was awed by the strong bengali culture, the importance of women they potrayed, while at the same time I could see the boldness of the biharis and the simplicity, hardwork and religiousness of the tamilians. We had north, south, east, west exp...all in one.
But when I went to college, that is the time I experienced the real Mumbai culture and the sweet people. The maharashtrians and gujratis though being different have over the years struck a sanguine relation. And its hard to differeciate anymore. They stay in one family while sharing the cultural beauties with each other. Going to engineering college, always being interested in other cultures, I had more gujrati friends. Getting to see their culture from such proximity was something I cherished.
The fourth year of engg was even better with a project at IIT, one of the biggest university campuses in India was worth experiencing. With a good professor and a nestle canteen and the powai lake and four project partners, life had come to a standstill for the moment after which we did not know where our lifes would take us. My journey of Mumbai was for 13 years after which it was time for Infosys and moving on to another Big B. There is a lot more to write, but for now its late, the clocks ticking and dreaming of it sounds like a better idea :)
Came here when I was in 5th. Switched schools twice, started learning hindi from the first alphabet as opposed to my kabir ke dohas which I had started to love by now. Hindi was better than marathi, because I was a hardcore 'MP'ite, my friends thought it weird. The place I came to live in was still a subarban village of Bombay with a police station and dhaba next to our building. From a convent school to a normal one, from the good old ICSE board which I so much love and still consider the epitome of good education to SSC was a pleasent change as I had to study less. In approx 2 years there sprang building beside ours and I could no more see across the higway. Though I could still see my school bus coming from around the corner and run down in a jiffy:D Soon I forgot there existed a highway across and was happy settling for the part of world I could see and experience.
My dad taught me to ride the bicycle and then my first scooter in which I crashed and never touched a motorized 2 wheeler again. Bicycling is still my favourite sport. Thought havent done it for years. I had my first music lessons in Mumbai, as my mom always wanted me to learn to sing. And I am glad that she had discovered my passion for music. I love and appreciate music. I had a bengali music teacher, who taught it in her typical sweet Bengali accent :)
My brother loves Mumbai though he was born in Bhopal and I still love the small town feel, A disscusion on Mumbai and you will know he hates to get out of that place and dreams to make it big there. Bhopal has no importance other than the place of birth. I guess thats is why he is the hardcore Mumbaitte and not me :)
He was very young then, I still remember his running around in that fav red sweater and playing with my gang of girls till I was in 10th. After which he attended my school picnic and that was the end of my gaming sessions with my bro, where I had to finally declare that he make his own friends.
Extremely naughty fellow, who always got me complaitns in school, but which only made me love him more. The bond and understanding with which we grew, will always be as strong and I am glad, I have a sibling.
Then came the junior college and I spent more time at home that usual, bunking college... The transformation from school to college was really enriching experience from new friends to new dresses to new teachers, new subjects, new travel in local train to even a few crushes. Things were always merry. The love hate relations of life just started and thats when I understood the ppl of this city more. While in school I only interacted more with families staying in my colony.We had a bengali, tamil and bihari family staying on the same floor. Then I was awed by the strong bengali culture, the importance of women they potrayed, while at the same time I could see the boldness of the biharis and the simplicity, hardwork and religiousness of the tamilians. We had north, south, east, west exp...all in one.
But when I went to college, that is the time I experienced the real Mumbai culture and the sweet people. The maharashtrians and gujratis though being different have over the years struck a sanguine relation. And its hard to differeciate anymore. They stay in one family while sharing the cultural beauties with each other. Going to engineering college, always being interested in other cultures, I had more gujrati friends. Getting to see their culture from such proximity was something I cherished.
The fourth year of engg was even better with a project at IIT, one of the biggest university campuses in India was worth experiencing. With a good professor and a nestle canteen and the powai lake and four project partners, life had come to a standstill for the moment after which we did not know where our lifes would take us. My journey of Mumbai was for 13 years after which it was time for Infosys and moving on to another Big B. There is a lot more to write, but for now its late, the clocks ticking and dreaming of it sounds like a better idea :)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Toast
We usually meet people in our long life to create memories and part to preserve them. But along the way some people become the way of our life. My roommate of 3.5 years is getting married and the memories of our togetherness come back to me and fill my heart with all the beautiful things, times and emotions. I recently read in a book: "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed." Its same, when we meet, we get used to each others ways.
Once we spend some considerable time together everytime we look at something or do something, it reminds us of that someone important in a happy way. The time I have spent with Richa will never come back, but the memories will, the love and care will always be there where she had made her special place.
I still remember the first day of school when I met this bubbly kid, joining school so late so as to not being able to register for any of the classes she liked. But still happy. Then she lost her way going home and through a lot of efforts came to our place to be dropped back, still with that smile.
The next interaction with her was, she came to our place to look for accomodation, we being in need of a fourth roomie.
Since then we have moved around from four roomies, to five, to two, to three, to four and back to two.
We came to share all the good times and bad, from getting up late for classes, to studying together, to cribbing about assignments, to get to know about each other and family and trying to fill the gaps, till last year when she announced she wanted to marry Davey, the intial surprise which I soon accepted, because he is such a lovely person, that its difficult not to like him, his qualities, his knowledge, his love for books, his anecdotes, his always being there for you, all started to become a important part of our lives. I always felt the trust that he so confidently put in the relation towards Richa and all things important to her.
And that could be because for you all who have known Richa for some time, know, she is adorable, smart, extremely lovable, highly caring, and cooks awesome food :) Also, She has always had a happy disposition alongwith matureness and strength of mind.
You learn a lot of stuff form your roomies. Similarly I unknowingly learnt a lot from her too, what loving your people in the right sense means. Love does not mean only feeling a lot for a person, it is a mix of compassion, care, complementing other persons shortcomings, working on the qualities of a person making them stronger enough so there is no more place for shortcomings, doubts, distrust or fear. Love is not only feeling but showing too that you truly love.
No outsider can see the friendship we have, let alone understand it. Because sometimes we ourselves don't say anything, but just understand and so its definitely going to be difficult to say "good-bye"
With all the love that she is going to take forward in the Templin family, who have always been so supportive and been pleasure to be with, I am so sure she will make a great wife, a caring daughter-in-law and a fav granddaughter...
May Richa and Davey life be long and happy,
Their cares and sorrows few;
and the many friends around you
Prove faithful, fond and true.
Once we spend some considerable time together everytime we look at something or do something, it reminds us of that someone important in a happy way. The time I have spent with Richa will never come back, but the memories will, the love and care will always be there where she had made her special place.
I still remember the first day of school when I met this bubbly kid, joining school so late so as to not being able to register for any of the classes she liked. But still happy. Then she lost her way going home and through a lot of efforts came to our place to be dropped back, still with that smile.
The next interaction with her was, she came to our place to look for accomodation, we being in need of a fourth roomie.
Since then we have moved around from four roomies, to five, to two, to three, to four and back to two.
We came to share all the good times and bad, from getting up late for classes, to studying together, to cribbing about assignments, to get to know about each other and family and trying to fill the gaps, till last year when she announced she wanted to marry Davey, the intial surprise which I soon accepted, because he is such a lovely person, that its difficult not to like him, his qualities, his knowledge, his love for books, his anecdotes, his always being there for you, all started to become a important part of our lives. I always felt the trust that he so confidently put in the relation towards Richa and all things important to her.
And that could be because for you all who have known Richa for some time, know, she is adorable, smart, extremely lovable, highly caring, and cooks awesome food :) Also, She has always had a happy disposition alongwith matureness and strength of mind.
You learn a lot of stuff form your roomies. Similarly I unknowingly learnt a lot from her too, what loving your people in the right sense means. Love does not mean only feeling a lot for a person, it is a mix of compassion, care, complementing other persons shortcomings, working on the qualities of a person making them stronger enough so there is no more place for shortcomings, doubts, distrust or fear. Love is not only feeling but showing too that you truly love.
No outsider can see the friendship we have, let alone understand it. Because sometimes we ourselves don't say anything, but just understand and so its definitely going to be difficult to say "good-bye"
With all the love that she is going to take forward in the Templin family, who have always been so supportive and been pleasure to be with, I am so sure she will make a great wife, a caring daughter-in-law and a fav granddaughter...
May Richa and Davey life be long and happy,
Their cares and sorrows few;
and the many friends around you
Prove faithful, fond and true.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Bhopal (Fresh Mormories of past)
Bhopal
Some things reminded me of good old days of Bhopal, been in Bombay for 13 years, but that city never left my mind. It has a charm of its own and the closeness to heart because I grew up there since I was 1. Had my first hill trek, just behind my house the first time, experienced the Bhopal gas tragedy, had the first nerve tingling visit to the sanctuary :Kanha Kisli, the first cultural endeavor Bharat Bhavan (thanks to my artist Ma), and the first ever running off the dentists chair eperience when he brought out the big injection. I still love the feel of growing up in that small but at times busy town. I have no photos of these memories, except in mind. Behind my house was a water tank and I used to rush there in the mornings and stand on it to catch the sunrise once a while from behind the hill, oh! how much I loved it....I reminded mom to wake me up early for that. I used to sit there for hours reading the fav Famous five, which filled my afternoons as if I wished I had a case to crack too :) I loved looking at that hammock our neighbor had and still wish to have one today. Our house veranda and vehicle parking area around it was always filled with flower and vegetable plants, as my mom loved gardening. "Mogra" was my fav flower, back then. I think I can reproduce a couple of pictures with those flowers. We had a parrot and our neighbours had a dog and the neighbors kids (vivek and nivedita) always jumped across the common wall with their dog to scare my parents wits and play with us :P..
The vivid memories are of school St. Joseph and favourite blue house. I used to rush with my best friends lily and mary and gurpreet to the the school ground to climb the best possible tree to sit and have lunch. It was certaily a beautiful view of school from the tree top and the railway track where a train passed by every few minutes. The thought of boarding one of the trains to visit Dadu in Nagpur was always their at the back of my mind though I did fear the scolding of my parents later.
ANother memory of school is, I was a really dumb student in language Hindi. I had to learn kabir ke dohe some of which still are fresh in my mind, but back then I was more so was more interested in mischiefs. So I failed my hindi paper on of the exams and the principal said he would not take us to the class picnic as a punishment. As scared I was to tell that to my mom. I got my mom pack my lunch for the school picnic and as everyone left on picnic, I managed to make 2 of my friends stay back with me in school and play in the huge school ground all day, OMG what a day. I realized that day school was so much fun. Cmon after all I was only in std 3.
The principal though very strict was one of my favorite persons while growing up. I adored that person in every way and wanted to be like him.
Winters had a fun of its own, the hill station feel, I remember experiences the first hail storm in Bhopal. We went out and kept a big vessel to collect hail :)The monkey caps, the sleet, the jittery teeth while waiting for school bus to arrive....
When I look back, I really feel greatful for having a chance to grow in that city.
Mumbai was nothing like it. The lying on grass atop a small hill, looking at the clear skies, Mumbai it all ended at a skyscrapper. But I got to be in that city at right time, career years.
You never get to see the natural beauty, the different seasons, peace of mind and people have no time to wait and watch, but you never have a boring moment in that city. And you get to meet a plethora of people from all over India. This blog is dedicated to Bhopal so I will not speak much of Bombay.
Bhopal, still fresh in my mind, with a lot more stories. I wonder if I will ever get a chance to go visit it once and see the school, the house, kanha kisli, 10 no. :).....but still I love that picture in my mind.
Sounds like a ruskin bond place....:D
Well and now that I write this blog I realize,....the b's never left me: From Bhopal to Bombay to Bangalore to Birmingham...wonder where I will go next :P
Some things reminded me of good old days of Bhopal, been in Bombay for 13 years, but that city never left my mind. It has a charm of its own and the closeness to heart because I grew up there since I was 1. Had my first hill trek, just behind my house the first time, experienced the Bhopal gas tragedy, had the first nerve tingling visit to the sanctuary :Kanha Kisli, the first cultural endeavor Bharat Bhavan (thanks to my artist Ma), and the first ever running off the dentists chair eperience when he brought out the big injection. I still love the feel of growing up in that small but at times busy town. I have no photos of these memories, except in mind. Behind my house was a water tank and I used to rush there in the mornings and stand on it to catch the sunrise once a while from behind the hill, oh! how much I loved it....I reminded mom to wake me up early for that. I used to sit there for hours reading the fav Famous five, which filled my afternoons as if I wished I had a case to crack too :) I loved looking at that hammock our neighbor had and still wish to have one today. Our house veranda and vehicle parking area around it was always filled with flower and vegetable plants, as my mom loved gardening. "Mogra" was my fav flower, back then. I think I can reproduce a couple of pictures with those flowers. We had a parrot and our neighbours had a dog and the neighbors kids (vivek and nivedita) always jumped across the common wall with their dog to scare my parents wits and play with us :P..
The vivid memories are of school St. Joseph and favourite blue house. I used to rush with my best friends lily and mary and gurpreet to the the school ground to climb the best possible tree to sit and have lunch. It was certaily a beautiful view of school from the tree top and the railway track where a train passed by every few minutes. The thought of boarding one of the trains to visit Dadu in Nagpur was always their at the back of my mind though I did fear the scolding of my parents later.
ANother memory of school is, I was a really dumb student in language Hindi. I had to learn kabir ke dohe some of which still are fresh in my mind, but back then I was more so was more interested in mischiefs. So I failed my hindi paper on of the exams and the principal said he would not take us to the class picnic as a punishment. As scared I was to tell that to my mom. I got my mom pack my lunch for the school picnic and as everyone left on picnic, I managed to make 2 of my friends stay back with me in school and play in the huge school ground all day, OMG what a day. I realized that day school was so much fun. Cmon after all I was only in std 3.
The principal though very strict was one of my favorite persons while growing up. I adored that person in every way and wanted to be like him.
Winters had a fun of its own, the hill station feel, I remember experiences the first hail storm in Bhopal. We went out and kept a big vessel to collect hail :)The monkey caps, the sleet, the jittery teeth while waiting for school bus to arrive....
When I look back, I really feel greatful for having a chance to grow in that city.
Mumbai was nothing like it. The lying on grass atop a small hill, looking at the clear skies, Mumbai it all ended at a skyscrapper. But I got to be in that city at right time, career years.
You never get to see the natural beauty, the different seasons, peace of mind and people have no time to wait and watch, but you never have a boring moment in that city. And you get to meet a plethora of people from all over India. This blog is dedicated to Bhopal so I will not speak much of Bombay.
Bhopal, still fresh in my mind, with a lot more stories. I wonder if I will ever get a chance to go visit it once and see the school, the house, kanha kisli, 10 no. :).....but still I love that picture in my mind.
Sounds like a ruskin bond place....:D
Well and now that I write this blog I realize,....the b's never left me: From Bhopal to Bombay to Bangalore to Birmingham...wonder where I will go next :P
Friday, November 30, 2007
First Flight to "the unknown land" (reposted)
"Mati pukare tujhe des pukare"
Its just 2 months more to go to India and I was all excited @ it...Talking to my roommate @ what we would to once we got there..i remembered my first trip from India to US...Just thought off putting it down...Mon, dad, bro, granddad and grandma...came to the airport and we reported 2 hours early which meant watching similar students going to US...Seeing each ones anxiety made butterflies fill my stomach...Then the great moment "the security check" started and "lo and behold" my bag weighed 16 kgs extra...Had to remove a lot of eatables, bad for the "hungry me persona" rushing back to parents waiting area from students rush hour area. After lot of frantic efforts, managed to remove a lot from bag and now it weighed 4 kgs less. So I rushed back to get the usual but most important masalas and pickles...By the time I came out of the overweight, underweight dilemma, it was time to bade a final good-bye to parents….Well as first times in international flight, I flew with my friends awed at things around and the daily travelers around us were obviously oblivious of this state of affairs which intrigued us.
The plane took off, the altitude 40000ft..temperature -50degree, crossing of time zones and path the plane took were all depicted on a screen. Flying above clouds was wonderful. This all awe was followed by a light dinner which was indeed very light as is airplane food famous for. The "ingredients" were well written on the food item without any concern of it being tasty. The "usual bread" made me feel very light for other items were absent on my plate. This short meal and cool weather let me catch on some short winks...
This was the first day I saw the sunrise from my seat in the plane...I could see the dark orange ball of fire just across the window. The breakfast again came with sukha bread and some hot coffee which gave us an aftershock for the bitter taste it had..SO the morning coffee was a strict no-no and we lived the day on orange juice and pepsi "yeh dil mange more" company which saved the day...With all this bitter(coffee) an sweet experiences I reached Amsterdam……(continued)
Its just 2 months more to go to India and I was all excited @ it...Talking to my roommate @ what we would to once we got there..i remembered my first trip from India to US...Just thought off putting it down...Mon, dad, bro, granddad and grandma...came to the airport and we reported 2 hours early which meant watching similar students going to US...Seeing each ones anxiety made butterflies fill my stomach...Then the great moment "the security check" started and "lo and behold" my bag weighed 16 kgs extra...Had to remove a lot of eatables, bad for the "hungry me persona" rushing back to parents waiting area from students rush hour area. After lot of frantic efforts, managed to remove a lot from bag and now it weighed 4 kgs less. So I rushed back to get the usual but most important masalas and pickles...By the time I came out of the overweight, underweight dilemma, it was time to bade a final good-bye to parents….Well as first times in international flight, I flew with my friends awed at things around and the daily travelers around us were obviously oblivious of this state of affairs which intrigued us.
The plane took off, the altitude 40000ft..temperature -50degree, crossing of time zones and path the plane took were all depicted on a screen. Flying above clouds was wonderful. This all awe was followed by a light dinner which was indeed very light as is airplane food famous for. The "ingredients" were well written on the food item without any concern of it being tasty. The "usual bread" made me feel very light for other items were absent on my plate. This short meal and cool weather let me catch on some short winks...
This was the first day I saw the sunrise from my seat in the plane...I could see the dark orange ball of fire just across the window. The breakfast again came with sukha bread and some hot coffee which gave us an aftershock for the bitter taste it had..SO the morning coffee was a strict no-no and we lived the day on orange juice and pepsi "yeh dil mange more" company which saved the day...With all this bitter(coffee) an sweet experiences I reached Amsterdam……(continued)
Gatlinbarg (1,2 and 3) --older blog reposted
Gatlinburg ski trip Dec 2006
All set to ski...It just looks warm, the truth is exactly proportional to clothes everyone is wearing...damn cold :) This was the first ski experience. We girls never got off the baby slope, though we had a fun filled snow fight :D The difference between Christmas and halloween Gatlinburg was: Christmas had the magical decoration and feeling while the halloween decoration had a different charm. ALso getting up to both mornings was different experience. Christmas morning had the cabins completely covered in fog and u could not see anything outside the cabin, and with the glass windows you feel as if you are traveling in a cloud. It is a beautiful experience. You got to be there to experience it :)
Me, Richa, Meenakshi, Prashant, Mandar, Shalmalee
Telico Plains 2006
The second trip was with the friends below. We had booked a log house instead of a cabin this time, had a nice warm bonfire on this one :) The most memorable part of this trip was definetly the bonfire, the walk along the creek, the try to cross the cold creek part. I don't know how the guys crossed it on foot, my leg went numb the minute I entered the water. We girls decided to have a ride back in car instead :)
Preeti, Sumit, Me, Richa,
Nitin, Mandar, Shalmalee, Niroop
Smokies-Gatlinburg trip 2005
Radhika, Pushkar, Ritu, Richa, Parag, Anish Sonika, ROhan, Me
Just decided to pen down about our trip to Gatlinburg, till its still fresh in my memory...We (richa, parag, rohan, radhika, pushkar, anish, ritu, sonika and myself) started Friday evening aroung 4PM following the way to pegion forge where we had booked a beautiful cabin for 2 days.The journey was uneventful except for short breaks at the gas station and stop for dinner at an Indian restaurant(obviously amazing for students who have no thikana of eating)--- thanks to google maps (for their long but correct directions). We took exactly 3 hours to come to pegion forge after which we got lost and roamed in the city to find our cabin for @ half an hour. In between petrol tanks refill, wandering and city seeing :), we finally reached our destination : www.sugarmaplecabins.comReaching there at @11:30..we all decided to have tea (courtsey "TATA")... Ritu our tea lover went for it and we all proceeded to decide on "whos room is it anyway", and you guessed it right, for another half an hour between cousion fights we finally were able to get an all girls cozy room for ourselves :). By that time tea was totally forgotten about and we proceeded to play monopoly, when someone remembered about tea and lo and behold the picture of the disaster is posted below...After some effortful cleaning and remaking tea, we went back to playing monopoly...and finally slept at around 3.
Morning was beautiful...with the cabin in the smokie mountains, the patio directly opened to a view of mountains...windy cold morning...sitting on the swing on the patio..with hot tea..aha... Ya by now you must have guessed how much we like tea...sorry to pepsi and coke...After some rounds of pool, we were ready to go around the city by afternnon.
This city is a total party city with miniature golf and go carting everywhere and hotels and cabins,,all with halloween theme. I will put a picture of it soon..We then went for a sky ride, water ride etc. Was fun !! Then the best part of the trip was the "Old time photo house", all of us got dressed in this cowboy and maiden type dresses with guns in hand and clicked our way to the past...You will love the photo below..After this we went to the "Ripleys haunted house"...and it was so scary--I had to do without my voice for the next whole week...
Then we played miniature golf and went for go-carting...but missed on the wish of having icecream at baskin robins..as it closed by the time we reached...Then we reached home at around 3..after a long day...
Below is the beauty of nature we could capture in our camera on the way.
All set to ski...It just looks warm, the truth is exactly proportional to clothes everyone is wearing...damn cold :) This was the first ski experience. We girls never got off the baby slope, though we had a fun filled snow fight :D The difference between Christmas and halloween Gatlinburg was: Christmas had the magical decoration and feeling while the halloween decoration had a different charm. ALso getting up to both mornings was different experience. Christmas morning had the cabins completely covered in fog and u could not see anything outside the cabin, and with the glass windows you feel as if you are traveling in a cloud. It is a beautiful experience. You got to be there to experience it :)
Me, Richa, Meenakshi, Prashant, Mandar, Shalmalee
Telico Plains 2006
The second trip was with the friends below. We had booked a log house instead of a cabin this time, had a nice warm bonfire on this one :) The most memorable part of this trip was definetly the bonfire, the walk along the creek, the try to cross the cold creek part. I don't know how the guys crossed it on foot, my leg went numb the minute I entered the water. We girls decided to have a ride back in car instead :)
Preeti, Sumit, Me, Richa,
Nitin, Mandar, Shalmalee, Niroop
Smokies-Gatlinburg trip 2005
Radhika, Pushkar, Ritu, Richa, Parag, Anish Sonika, ROhan, Me
Just decided to pen down about our trip to Gatlinburg, till its still fresh in my memory...We (richa, parag, rohan, radhika, pushkar, anish, ritu, sonika and myself) started Friday evening aroung 4PM following the way to pegion forge where we had booked a beautiful cabin for 2 days.The journey was uneventful except for short breaks at the gas station and stop for dinner at an Indian restaurant(obviously amazing for students who have no thikana of eating)--- thanks to google maps (for their long but correct directions). We took exactly 3 hours to come to pegion forge after which we got lost and roamed in the city to find our cabin for @ half an hour. In between petrol tanks refill, wandering and city seeing :), we finally reached our destination : www.sugarmaplecabins.comReaching there at @11:30..we all decided to have tea (courtsey "TATA")... Ritu our tea lover went for it and we all proceeded to decide on "whos room is it anyway", and you guessed it right, for another half an hour between cousion fights we finally were able to get an all girls cozy room for ourselves :). By that time tea was totally forgotten about and we proceeded to play monopoly, when someone remembered about tea and lo and behold the picture of the disaster is posted below...After some effortful cleaning and remaking tea, we went back to playing monopoly...and finally slept at around 3.
Morning was beautiful...with the cabin in the smokie mountains, the patio directly opened to a view of mountains...windy cold morning...sitting on the swing on the patio..with hot tea..aha... Ya by now you must have guessed how much we like tea...sorry to pepsi and coke...After some rounds of pool, we were ready to go around the city by afternnon.
This city is a total party city with miniature golf and go carting everywhere and hotels and cabins,,all with halloween theme. I will put a picture of it soon..We then went for a sky ride, water ride etc. Was fun !! Then the best part of the trip was the "Old time photo house", all of us got dressed in this cowboy and maiden type dresses with guns in hand and clicked our way to the past...You will love the photo below..After this we went to the "Ripleys haunted house"...and it was so scary--I had to do without my voice for the next whole week...
Then we played miniature golf and went for go-carting...but missed on the wish of having icecream at baskin robins..as it closed by the time we reached...Then we reached home at around 3..after a long day...
Below is the beauty of nature we could capture in our camera on the way.
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