diary of a traveler

Bang ! A rickshaw parked on side of the road suddenly came into my view and before i could control its speed, my scooter banged into the back of the rickshaw. Damn it ! Why the hell do i lose my grip over the vehicle at such crucial time ? And it was over in a flash and i was thrown on the road ahead with my scooter lying behind me. Lucky again, i injured just one finger and got up to start my scooter. But sadly its not so tough as i am - headlight completely smashed, front wheel jammed and immobile ! Frustrations took hold of my mind for next few minutes - i had to stop bleeding from my finger, get my scooter repaired to reach office and first of all comfort the hurt rickshaw's driver by giving him money to cure his innocent baby ! And my innocent mind was clueless about the mysterious collision as it had no record of the few seconds in which my heart had robbed its command over my eyes ! Maybe the sunglasses were the culprit for luring my curious heart into the unknown treasure a...

Few days were remaining for six weeks' training to end and lecturers had finally sensed our sentiments allowing frequent breaks in the schedule. On one such afternoon, my bengali colleagues planned a boating trip to the famous marble rock region of the river Narmada. It was full moon day - ideal for boating. They were ready to leave and asked me to join at the last moment and i jumped into the autorickshaw to spend my evening at an unseen before place. One auto rickshaw to accomodate six guys, not much comfortable to sit but the distance wasn't much so the pain was over soon ! Climb down the stairs and here it is, another look of the Narmada, flowing very calmly between marble rocks declaring that the depth is lethal in this part. As usual there was a tea session on the bank and then we hired a boat to feel the thrill of getting up-close with the dangerous river for half an hour ! Even after being informed that the water i am sailing on is about 300 feet deep, i was quite relax...

Damn ! This is the limit, i made this simple poll in a community of social networking site, the poll was meant to point out differences between american and indian living and get general opinion about them but the essential purpose was to create humour. I have lost my mind completely regarding what could be the reason to remove my simple and funny creation !!

There was no planning, at least from my side. Some of my colleagues were going out and as i had no program for the evening, i joined them without inquiring much about their program. The program turned out to be a drinking competition ! I call it competition because i was the beginner, playing first time this game of enjoying lost consciousness, i had to compete with regular drinkers - my punjabi colleagues. I saw them mixing a lot of water to the little amount of whisky, i thought my stomach may not succeed to contain so much water and i'll lose in the drinking competition. They did warn me about dangers of drinking neat but i felt like a warrior standing on the battlefield, a point of no return ! Foul smell and weirdly bitter taste, it was hard for me to take small sips and savour the taste slowly like my partners were practicing in front of me. I grabbed the glass and tried to swallow it all as fast as i could to help my tongue have the least possible memory of the unpleasant tas...

Day 1 Just half an hour to go for the beginning of September 1, 2009 as i am writing this. The confidence level is at an all-time low. My mind is corrupted by temptaion. And i can't resist to have the last puff before the day of kickstarting the mission ! Disaster ! Ok i failed ! I lost my sleep around 6 in the morning and wanted to smoke, just the same intense feeling one gets while being alone in lift with some curvy lady. Somehow i manage to limit it to two (instead of the usual three) before leaving for office. It was easy during office hours with so many diversions available to engage myself in - one more blow averted from landing on my lungs ! The Sun is off duty now and so is my dedication. The lean temptress has already wooed my senses twice and i feel helpless against my evening blues. Rains have taken a break today letting me drive fast to my dinner destination and come back even faster to announce the fiasco of today's mission to the millions of readers of this blog....