goutham remains

so happy to read abt me and abt yyyy, saroj sajit pls take note

me leaving for malayasia and singapore tomm (15) night,

for ten days wont be around in chennai and coimabatore

every body take care

gou

here is this yyyy gang in the pic

Dedicated to Goutham and....

People born between 1925 and 1945 are called ………
the Silent Generation
People born between 1946 and 1964 are called ………
the baby Boomers
People born between 1965 and 1982 are called ………
the X generation
People born between after 1983 are called ………
the Y generation
But ….Y
Y
Y
Y
Y

Y

Generation Y

Goutham had so painfully explained the lengths parents of generation Y have to go to to buy designer 'jattis '.
So this post is dedicated to Goutham and all the young men in our family who live upto Gen Y

why is the blog almost dead?

why is nobody writing?

its so dpressing to check the page everyday and see nothing new that ive finally decided to contribute something....

this is taking a lot of thinking... and i really, really

 hate that...

so have decided to tell you the story of my great Darjeeling trip... we had a four day term break in december and 15 of my class mats decided to go 

to darjeeling and i tagged along. unfortunately the trip ended up being more of a journey to darjeeling than actual sight seeing there.

In true "younger gen" fashion the first thing we did was to miss our connecting train from Kolkata. 

Darjeeling, like Ooty has really bad connectivity, so our journey was planned in 3 stages - train from  Bhubaneswar to Kolkata, train from Kol to Siliguri [ a place at the foothills, like Mettupalayam and Ooty] and finally, taxi to Darjeeling.

We started off well enough. Caught the train from BBS and in spite of dire predictions to the contrary, reached Kol 45mins before r next train was due.

on the train from BBS

 

at the BBS station

We reached Howrah station at about 6.am. Our connecting train was from another station called Sealdah at 6.45. We even made it there on time but unfortunately asked the enquiry desk what time our train would arrive. they said it was running late and would arrive only by 8. so we went off happily to eat breakfast, returned at 7.30 and found that r train had left just 5 mins back.

Howrah bridge at 6 in the morning

So naturally, the next step was to go have a shouting match with the station master. It wasnt very satisfactory but he did sugest that we catch another train which left from Howrah station at 9.30. 

Back to haggling with the taxi drivers, a drive at breakneck spped across town and 

we reached Howrah station to find that no one in that place had ever heard of such a train. 

so we were back

 to squre one again, wondering what to do next.

And across the same bridge again, a little while later.

While we were sitting outside the sation, racking our fine MBA brains for ideas, we realised that it was Christmas.  So we bought a cake at the station and had a very wierd Christmas

 celebration there.

Then someone suggested we catch a Bus to Siliguri. As it is a 12 hour journey nobody was very enthusiastic about taking a gov bus. So grown wiser with experience, we sent only two guys to the bus stand to make enquiries. They discovered a really nice sleeper bus there that lef

t at 5 in the evening and luckily we got tickets for all of us on the same bus.

One problem solved, now we had to figure out what to do for the rest of the day in Kol. We had among us a 'local' who had lived for 12 years there but knew next to nothing about the place, which we did not discover until too late and so ended up spending the day in Kol's very nice shopping mall.

It was a pretty fun day..... just shopping and eating. Actually... it was an almost perfect day...

Well, we caught the bus on time and expected to be a Siliguri at 6 the next morning. But as they say man composes and god disposes... or something like that at any rate.

We woke up at 3am and discovered a huge traffic jam which postponed r scheduled arrival to 10am. Woke up again at6 o'clock, we had perhaps moved 5kms further along the road.

The great traffic jam.... the line of lorries really stretched for miles

To make a long story short we spent 28 hours on that bus. Apparently some CPI MLA had been killed nearby, so the party was calling a 12-hour bandh. Traffic would apparently start moving only at 5 in the evening. It was really not our day.

  

in the fields near where r bus was parked during the bundh.

We finally reached Siliguri at 9.30 in the night, after several fights between r driver and some party workers. But luckily we reached ther in one piece and found our taxis waiting for us [ we did do some thing right]. 

Had dinner in Siliguri and then finally started for Darjeeling at about 11pm. Reached our guest house at 2.30am, just waiting to fall into nice cozy beds..... but it was not to be so.

Our marathon tour of Darjeeling was due to start at 3.30 am.... dont ask me why....

will tell u abt it in my next post....

bye bye

sindhu

Thankyou

Dear Dachu and kal, kap and sindu

and appa, kalai, gnanavel and gg ( who called me)

Thankyou for your wishes....made my day..Its always nice to know that you have made an impression ......

from vishy

Happy birthday!!!

The man who revolutionised 90 Sivananda colony, who introduced us to the fast life with leather jackets, bonfires and dancing. Not to forget shorts :))
Who taught us not to take life and ourselves so seriously and ensured we all had a whale of a time when you were around.

We hope you have a great day and a rocking year ahead!!!
Happy Birthday Vishy uncle!!!

hi

hi everybody,
the blog is quiet. i think everyone is busy with their hols and trips..
how did everyone spend the new year.
on the whole from what i gather everyone had a quiet evening and night.
i sometimes feel that we are obliged to have an enjoyable time and not treat it like an ordinary day.
the trip to coimbatore threw me out of gear and i still havent got into the routine.
bye.