Namskaara namskaara namskaaara,
So finally I got convinced to start my own blog !!!! … thanks to allll my frnds who kept on relentlessly coaxing me to start my own blog… thanks guys I owe u ;)
But my first blog entry is dedicated to the most integral ,lovable, most cherished (che I shud have written gre, I am running outta words :P ) part of my life. In short the best part of my life…. FRIENDS !!!!
“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose-- n i luvvv my life :)”
Dunno about the first half but I am blessed abt the second part of the quote ..
So this blog entry is dedicated to my HARATE KATTE gang comprising of the esteemed members :
Arun aka Kor Kor aka my grandpa, master chef santya, kannadada kanmani shilpa, chakli/lays priye sindhu, ever smiling smitha, singer shruthi, kaddi sidda, just-miss shreyas, algo kid shubha, super swaroopa, disciplined srini, gre guru veda and mr.silent aka vivek ..
Hmmm I think enuf of korifying lets get started wid the story …
It all started almost an year back… It was shreyas’ birthday on oct 13 ( n yea we ll regret this day .. :P ) and our junta decided that we ll goto his native place to celebrate his birthday in a hatke isshhtyle … We had even booked tickets for the same. But fate intervened and a dejected lot came and informed us that we won’t be going to thirthalli.
This issue of making a trip to thirthalli was raised again n again but somehow it wasn’t in our naseeb to go there. We waited and waited n waited to go there but it never happened.
Ok k I think u most be bored now listening to this real tragic story of mine. So lets jump into the happy stuff cos I too hate tragedy n senti stuff… there shud always be action, adventure n happiness in life ;)
So to cut the long story short this year ie 2007 (ahh discovery!!! Clap clap :P ), 2 weeks before shrey’s birthday we again booked tickets hoping we don’t cancel it again. We didn’t want history to repeat itself. Shrey was really tensed ( he wasn’t so tensed even wen he was waiting for his engg results I gues ;) ) till the tickets were buked. God showed us mercy we got the tickets buked and 7 ppl were ready to board the mayura bus destined to thirthalli on 12 oct nite 10.45. ( ya ya I kno y only 7 outta 13 … ans : few of my frnds were busy writing gre toefel etc etc … we really missed u guys L I am sure we will have many more trips wid full attendance) Mr. subba was ther to bade us gud bye sincerely wishin n prayin to god that we die on the way itself cos we were leaving him n going. Heheh it didn’t work cos I am safe back here to write this travelogue.
Once inside the bus was the usual non-stop chatting. Kisne kya kiya kisko dekha kiska break up hua blah blah blah … then sharp at 12 they was choclate cutting ceremony (ppl not cake cutting) by the birthday boy who was too busy answering calls instead of cutting the choc (very bad) . N yea spl mention here to smitha who came wid this gr8 idea and to shubha’s mom ( hahah not u shubha) for getting us that really yummy choclate.
Then the ebullient crowd subsided. Sindhu srini n sidda were busy discussing smething ( they looked like they were scheming to kill kumaraswamy n yediyurappa and take the reign themselves ;) ). Me n arun were trying to get sme sleep, but aisi kismat kaha shubha n shrey woke us up to participate in their chattin session. We talked n talked n session turned to luvvv n everyone was made to share their share of sad n happy luv stories ;) .. somehow shrey went off to the listening mode then. Around 3 o clock everyone finally fell asleep.
Next day morn at 7 we reached thirthalli. Waha se we took two autos to reach heggebailu ie shreyas place. One amazing discovery me n sidda did here was one of the autos ther had reverse gear :P . Shreyas then told that we had to walk another 8 kms frm ther to reach his house. Both sin n shu were getting ready to protest and preparing placards n slogans for the same, but lo n behold in 10 mins we were in his place. ( if you are intelligent enuf my frnd u would have guessed shrey was bluffing .. J)
There stood a beauuutifulll home … surrounded by a nice garden and ya ya jimmy n mr.kariya were ther to invite us wid their barking. Uncle and aunty made us feel at home within minutes of talking to them. Immediately all of us settled in jagli sipping first class kaapi. And here mr.parisarapremi was trying to pataisufy ms.jimmy who ignored him completely. But our fellow believes in try n try till u succeed.Arun tried n tried n tried but never succeeded ( che I feel sorry for jimmy for having gone thru such torture ;) ).
We then trotted to the river bank next to shrey’s place n man it was one beautiful picture perfect view over there. From there we had to cross a VERY BIG HURDLE (only acc to my STUPID frnd shreyas) to reach shrey’s thoota. There our guide shrey gave us gyaan about arecanut, cardamom (spl input abt this by arun ;)) spiders, chillies etc .. Then we finished our ablutions ( I owe subba for givin us gyaan abt this word ;) ) . Then we embarked on the very amazing journey of having our very very elaborate n really yummy lunch prepared by aunty. I had the yummiest lunch of my life. Thanks a lottttt aunty. After the heavy lunch we started our journey to kuppali ( raashtrakavi kuvempu’s place) through the lush green fields. We reached Kuvempu’s homestead (my new word for tat day ) around 4 and were really amazed by its location, the architecture of old times . From there we walked a small distance to reach his samaadhi (kavishaila). It was one of those really really peaceful, calm and very inspirational place. Now I know how kuvempu wrote such beautiful poems n prose. It was here where our in house kavi srinivas composed a poem to shrey as his gift. We then left from kavishaila to catch a bus from a bus stop near by. Walking at that time of the evening chatting nonsense with the people you love is the best thing that can happen to u in ur life ( ahhh yes u guessed it rite I did experience that J , man ur intelligent ;) ) .
Then our inhouse heroes (sorry sorry typo ;)) zeroes had a running race in typical RDB style .. and yes one fellow did get cheated and was left behind. We then spent the next half an hour waiting our savior, the BUS to come. Our timepass was guessing the make of the cars that passed by. Here we guys were blessed to witness the sight of the yr. A person driving his motorbike with a handheld torch (ya in one hand holding the torch in another maneuvering his bike) as his bike ka headlite.. man reuse ka zamaana hai …
Back at shrey’s place we again we treated to the elllllabborrratttteeee dinner prepared by aunty ( man she cooks real real fast!! ). Then came the progrrrraaaaammm of the day. None of our trips are complete without that. It is ……. Tan dan dan dan tan dan tadaaadaaa tadaaa(ok k this much of build up is enuf …) NIGHT OUT !!! .. here madam sindhu was asleep before we even got started with the program. Hello that doesn’t mean our nite outs are boring .. it implies number 1 priority to sindhu is sleeping (ask our coll teachers u ll kno ;) ) We then started with kalla police aata (don’t ask what is that… this is not a site to explain the intricacies of games, go google dumbo .. ) . And ms.shubha won (actually we let her win ;) ). We then went on to play an enhanced version(effects of being in IT industry) of this game and I asked the dumbest of the doubts which left everyone laughing like hell for ½ hr (guys I asked tat question just to make u laugh .. I am NOT dumb !!!). Then finally dawned the historic occasion of we giving our gift to the birthday boy Mr. Shreyas V.S. He had already waited for 24 hrs for the gift, when we finally were to give the gift mr.shrey gets irritated and does nakra. (irony man ..) After all drama baazi he finally accepts the gift and THANK GOD he luved it !!! (pat pat). Then we had an ammaaaazing musical concert by mr.srinivas and mr.kor kor. The rendition of the songs by my very talented frnds was just awesome. A superb end to a superb day.
(what are you guys waiting for … done one day ka story khatam !!! next episode next weekend same time same day .. till then adios ppl )
