Live.Love.Laugh(let’s go digital baby!)

Okay, so let us be frank here. We all are addicted to technology and social media (at least, most of us are!) Now, this concept of social media started for us to be close to our loved ones who are far away/update/get updates. Basically to be in touch? (Let’s say).

And then the transformation happened. Slowly, it started becoming a trend. Oh! You’re not on Face book? But why?” was thrown at every normal person who chose to be away from social media. I personally know few people who joined Face book just because they felt they shouldn’t be seen as odd.

Fine, so, it is the trend to join these sites. But, the same trend doesn’t seem to follow sites like twitter. Why? We’ll see that. Now the trend slowly changed to letting the world know where you are, with who you are. I completely agree and accept that even I would want to let my world (say, people in my friend list) know where I’m. But this is exactly where we draw the line.

Our generation is so much into technology and social media, that even a small special moment that was supposed to be felt with your closed ones, becomes a public affair with thousands of likes and hundreds of comments.

A new level is reached when people create accounts for their new born. Newlyweds update their status right after their wedding ceremony right when they’re supposed to be cherishing the moments with their family (Oh! Imagine, people update status on their honeymoon) Now, to make it better, the older generation seems to be catching up on this.

Why doesn’t a site like twitter (which makes more sense to me), get the same level of importance? Oh, because you can’t post a picture and get hundreds of likes and comments unless you’re a celeb? Oh no, is it the restriction of 140 characters that is stopping us from venturing here? Or is it the complexity of the site? Or just because people there actually don’t care when you change your DP?

Whatever is said, it will take a long time for people to actually understand the difference between virtual and real life. By the way, I was listening to Coldplay’s new song Up&Up and I forgot to update my status! * Logs into Face book to update the status*

Too far yet too close?

I have always been a day scholar, all my life! ( well, till MBA happened). And just like any other girl who has never stayed out-of-home for the longest period of her life, I used to imagine and dream about staying in another city. I still remember how my mom used to tease me that I was actually applying for all colleges as I wanted to live outside the state. Though that was not (exactly) the case, I didn’t want to miss out on living alone either.

And then MBA happened (quite literally!) As the day I would be leaving for Pune came closer, I was elated, thrilled, joyful, overjoyed and what not! Days, weeks and months went by and I started missing home already.

Now I realized all those cravings my friends back at engineering used to have to go back home. I longed to be home. Just the mention of the city, and I would jump and sit up straight. Now, I understood why Ms. Banerjee would wake up from sleep in class, just at the mention of “Kolkata“. I understood the home-sickness of Ms. Mandal and the crankiness of Ms. Jacob when they don’t go home for a long time and Mr Ghosh, who actually bunked days to be home(:P)

When I got my location as Bengaluru for my internship, I was excited (again!) Again, because it’s time for new people, new city.. Mainly because it was closer to home.. closer to the place I loved the most..

So, the very next weekend, I packed my bags off to “Namma Chennai”. Woohoo!! The moment I landed in Chennai, I was all energized. I was a happy child. I realized I have always missed this place, the people, the language. How much more perfect a city could be? A city with the sea. Yes! the sea! How could my visit end without the sea? My love for sea can never be replaced.

Sea gives so much peace. Sea speaks to the soul. Just as MSD claims, Boost is the secret of my energy I would claim Sea is the secret of my enerygy( Oh! but this is true) And that’s when I realized, though I was far away all these days, this place was always close to me, my heart. And that’s when I realized, people move out of their cities for various other reasons to various other places, but they are always connected through mind and soul to the place they’ve always belonged.

Too far yet too close!

Sea love to Hill love ( Blore diaries)

I have always been a Sea girl. I feel the sea connects with the soul like a mother does – sound of the waves is like a mother talking and the sea breeze is like the hug of a mother. It calms you down and takes away all this crap out of your head. Sunrise by the seaside is a spectacular sight. 

Now that I’m in Bengaluru (temporarily; again a city with no sea) and a crazy friend who wanted me to see the sunrise from a hilltop, we decided to go to Nandi hills.

Since Nandi hills was around 60 kms from the city, we had to leave as early but given that we, humans could be really lazy to wake up, we finally started the journey at 5.00 AM (pretty late, I know!)

I was crazily excited. Early morning ride to a hilltop to see the sunrise. Pretty exciting no? And at last after travelling for 60 long kms, we reached the hilltop. And, by this time, the Sun was already up (just imagine, Sun becoming lazy like us!)

Though we were pretty much disappointed that we couldn’t see the complete sunrise, we decided to make the most out of this trip. Even then, I was not sure how much I would love this sight from a hilltop. And, when I saw the view, I was amazed. I found the same peace that I found in sea. The vastness of the city down made me feel that we’re, after all, a tiny part of this. The nature is so beautiful, powerful yet humble.

That disappointment of missing the sunrise was replaced by the calm, serene, beautiful view from the hills. And that’s when I realized, Sea or Mountains or Valleys, the nature is always at its best. It is up to us to preserve it. And such a beautiful ended with my dress getting torn (you think its funny enough? Oh! Just wait!)

To get back from my friend’s place to my city (exactly it’s called electronic city for a reason – people only work there; no fun – no life ._.), I had to get a bus. All went fine till I got down and a woman came running upto me and said in her broken English “Your dress is torn”, and I was like WTH! Did the entire bus just see :O ? But, in the end, this was just a topping on the cake. Like my friend said, “Now, every time I go to nandi hills, I’ll remember your torn dress 😀 :D”. 

After all, life is to make memories.

Nandi Statue
The view ❤
Another one
Ok. I’m so obsessed with the view. So one more 😛

The Amruth Sarovara

The fort gate

Life of a South Indian outside South India :P :D

Before I start, let me say, I’m in love with this city (read Pune), its people and every person out here who has helped me to get adjusted here (and who has not). I request you to take this in a positive manner, this post is not to hurt anyone, though all the incidents are true with a bit of masala included (Oh! We Indians love masala, don’t we?)

I was moving to a city in the outside the state for the first time. Well, I was moving out of my house to another city for the first time, let alone the state. Just like everyone who is about to stay out of the home for a long time, I was excited, and scared too. For it was very well known how South Indians are perceived in places other than south.
The very first day I came here, all covered in a blue salwar, people gave me that weird look ( She must be a South Indian). I was like, Okay! Maybe their looks are just normal. Later, I came to know, all the looks were because of my costume. I still don’t understand what’s the big fuss about wearing a salwar with a dupatta. Sorry to say, but for us it’s just a part of the costume. We don’t cry for wearing a dupatta and we love being traditional and modern.
And then, one day my very good friend asked me, “Do you have big malls back there in Chennai?” I was completely speechless (we don’t belong to a desert/forest where there are no infrastructure/ social life. Chennai is a metro city. More than being angry, I pitied her. How ignorant!). This is just the beginning.
Thanks to Bollywood, all the five states in the South are considered one (Don’t be surprised when people just mix up the languages of these states – Oh I thought people in Chennai speak Malayalam/ Telugu). The best part is watching a South Indian movie with subtitles, not knowing which language it is!
We just don’t eat idli/dosa always (though we are very much fond of it). Chennai is not “the hottest place” on the earth (come on, you can be nice here :D, there are many places up in the north which are “hotter” and you know that). Being a South Indian doesn’t mean we are against Hindi. It’s just that we are comfortable speaking in our mother tongue as you’re in your mother tongue. Onam is not our festival (though there are few of us- the hybrids, who celebrate). Onam is not Pongal. People of Kerala don’t celebrate Pongal. Please get your basics right. (We don’t say we know all the festivals of all the states, at least let’s not make wrong assumptions and talk).
Just because we are South Indians doesn’t mean we have to be black/ brown. Even if we are black/brown, I would really like to know how it really bothers you? They are such beautiful colors! Please let us stop color discriminating and appreciate people for what they are. We might not be as fair as you are, but we did stand together when our city was drowning and brought it back to life.
Being a South Indian doesn’t mean we don’t watch Hindi movies. I really wonder how creative people think! A friend of mine asked me when we went to watch Neerja, “Is this your first Hindi movie? Do they screen Hindi movies in Chennai?” I could just smile, how ignorant is he? And few of them ask me, “How people live there? My friend lived for few months and hated it. The airport is still bad. ( Seriosuly?)”. It clearly shows how open your friend was for a change. I can show you many people, who hated the city when they came there for the first time and refused to leave after literally living there.

So, what am I trying to say here? We all know every place is different rich with its culture, people, their customs, habits, languages and lifestyle. Let us try to appreciate these instead of stereotyping or jumping into conclusions and stop being ignorant. Let us accept people for what they are. Let us appreciate and celebrate uniqueness of every place and culture, for, India is known for her diversity and we take an oath “All Indians are my brothers and sisters”.


Staying in Pune for the past 10 months, one just can’t say he/she did not visit Lavasa. It’s like going to a temple and not worshipping. Yet, due to numerous and many more reasons I didn’t visit. Maybe it’s the right company or just didn’t find time, it so happened that I couldn’t go to Lavasa. 

So, right when I got an opportunity with the best company (I know! I’m surrounded quite a few awesome people), I jumped at it. I have always wanted to the architecture there. So when I was given a choice to choose, I chose Lavasa.

Just for an introduction, Lavasa is a private, planned city built near Pune. It is stylistically based on the Italian town Portofino, with a street and several buildings bearing the name of that town.

So we started from Pune at around 2.30 PM. It was quite sunny and hot. The route could be a bit confusing. It’s always better to follow Google maps for the routes.

I always thought I was a Sea person and the hills don’t amaze me as much as Sea does. After travelling to Lavasa, I realized I’m so much in love with the hills as well. After an hour and half long journey, we finally reached Lavasa. 

My first reaction was wow.. It was a beautifully planned city. The buildings and the way the city has been built are amazing. You don’t get small eateries there. But restaurants there are pretty good. You also get to rent a bicycle there. 
We spent good time roaming around the streets of Lavasa. With every passing hour, the city was turning more beautiful. I could just imagine the beauty of the city at night with all those beautifully lit streets and tiny lamps.

The Sun set at Lavasa is a beauty at its own. I felt the surrounding so calm. The Sun set from a hill is Bliss. I felt so good and so right. Every trip with my company, I realize life is too much of an adventure. It just needs the right person to make the best out of it.
Welcome to Lavasa! 🙂

The Granma’s homemade.. Yummy coffee icecream 😛

The Lavasa Lake

The Sunset – too beautiful

Such a beauty…

Marine Drive

There are times when even a short trip is all planned.  Then there are times when such trips are all sudden and you do not even know the reason of going. One such unplanned trip was from Pune to Mumbai. Just to go to Marine Drive at night. Crazy, right? That, we are.
When I was asked to write, I was so excited. Now, when I start writing, I’m running out of words to describe. The level of happiness and satisfaction of visiting a place depends on the person whom you go with.  Well, maybe I was lucky enough that I went to such an awesome place at an awesome time with an awesome person. I have always wanted to go on such sudden trips. Life is surely an adventure.
The best moments were at the Marine Drive. I have always known that I loved the Sea but I never thought I would be so charged up by it. Every bit of home sickness, tension that I had was nowhere to be seen. When you see the huge sea, you realize your worries and problems are very small. The sound of sea waves, just the sight of the huge sea makes you all humble and be grateful for the life you have. 
Sea – the perfect soul cleanser.


Sitting in a Durga Pooja Pandal, we decided to go on a short trip the next day. And immediately the place was decided as Matheran. Matheranis a Hill station in the Raigad district in Maharashtra. Matheran, which means “forest on the forehead” (of the mountains) is an eco-sensitive region. It is Asia’s only automobile-free hill station. 

There were 15 of us, and hence we booked a traveler. It takes around 2 – 3 hours on road from Pune (120 Kms from Pune). We got dropped off at Neral. From there, we took a shared cab till Dasturi point up the hill. That is the point till which vehicles are allowed since it is a vehicle free zone. There are toy trains available from Nerul, which we heard takes around 2 hours to reach the Dasturi point. From Dasturi point, to reach Matheran, you can either walk or take a horse/cart rides. We chose to walk along the mud tracks. 
There are many points, from which you can see the beautiful valleys below.  Since it was already past noon by the time we reached Matheran, we could see only three points: Monkey point, Madhavji point and Echo point. The market place is in the middle. It is better to stock water. There are few good places to eat. But few are very bad. Make sure you go to a place which is crowded, which indicates that the place is decent.
With its pretty dense forests and almost no network towers, this is a good place to wander. Though there are many sign boards for directions and information, the experience of walking along the mud tracks, all by yourself not knowing what lies ahead and how far takes it an adventure in itself.
We saw the Sun set from the Echo point. While returning from Matheran to Dasturi point, we chose toy train tracks to walk along as that had a straight surface and is shorter when compared to mud tracks. There are no trains after around 3 PM from Matheran to Dasturi point. So it is safe to walk along the tracks. There are no lights on that path, so better to carry a torch. We used the mobile torch to show the way.
After an half an hour walk along the tracks, we were relieved to reach Dasturi point. Though we were too tired, the experience was something different. It was another world, all away from the city, technology, vehicles etc. It was another experience to wander along the mud tracks, in a dense forest, in search of a destination you have no idea about.

Welcome to Matheran
Birdie 🙂


The streets of Market place


Couldn’t stop taking a pic of this 😛


View from one of the points

The mud tracks