Random Thoughts

>> Saturday, August 01, 2009

- Like why do I behave the way I do? I do want to someone nice and decent ... but that shall not be possible if I find everybody boring. Can I? Like yesterday, I got a call from this guy, we were talking for quite sometime- an hour actually and I still could not feel the spark in the conversation. I was replying to all his questions, was not rude, was listening to him, but was still bored. I just did not know how to end the conversation because if I abruptly ended it, it would seem rude and I did not want to be rude. He was a nice enough guy but I somehow don't want to have any further communication with him.. I guess he shall want to meet me but I don't want that. I always find it difficult to say no to anyone. How do I get out of the situation?
- Like where do people go when they want to cry without others noticing them? I cant do that at home because there are other around and other times I am in office. So what I do is I use the office washroom. And the best part is that since neither my eyes nor my nose are red due to the tears, no one notices.
- Like I sometimes feel that looking for a partner is such a waste of time and energy... You get random calls from people, the same conversation and then the dead ends... I mean is it so difficult to find someone interesting or is there a problem with me? The guys for some reason don't find me boring even if I am not showing interest or just listening to them. For some reason they think that I'm interesting/brainy. And then I don't know how to avoid taking their calls...
- Like I don't know where my life is heading.... everything is at a standstill.
- Like whatever happened to courtesy?
- Like men are such difficult people to understand? Why cant they just be themselves and not pretend to be what they are not and complicate matter for all involved?
- Like why am I not excited even though I'm going on a long awaited trek in a couple of weeks?
- Like where has all the enthusiasm and energy gone out of my life?
-Like why am I become so cynical and suspicious of everything and everyone around me?
- Like why cant I ever ever manage to have proper paragraphs/spacing in my posts? Whatever I do, I can never manage to have paragraphs... The entire thing looks so cluttered.

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Weird things about me...

>> Monday, July 27, 2009

Yogesh has tagged me... This is the first time that someone has tagged me and I hope I do it the proper way... I'm supposed to write 7 weird things about me... So here goes..

1. I can day dream for the entire day... I have a very wild imagination and my favourite activity is to hold a book/newspaper in front of me and dream away to glory... I can sit for hours together and even do the same in office in front of the PC :)

2. I have the habit of speaking to myself.... I don't notice it but sometimes my colleagues just stare at me and say 'Why are you speaking to yourself/smiling to yourself?' . I guess I do the same while walking on the road alone because many (most) of the times I suddenly see people staring at me and giving me weird looks.

3. I am not a bit scared of watching horror movies... In fact I am quite amused at the imagination of the director./the scriptwriter... I feel funny when people say that they are scared of these silly movies...

4. I can walk for hours together especially when I am alone... I feel its irritating to have company when I walk even if its from the station to my house. I never understood this thing about having company while walking. I love to walk lost in my own thoughts...

5. I am a loner and like to travel alone. I don't like company when I am travelling and I find it very irritating to play antakshari when on a picnic/trip... I don't mind if the others do it, but I don't like to be dragged into it... I just enjoy to look out of the window and appreciate the scenery. And I also fight for the window seat... never mind if its a kid that I'm fighting with...

6. When at a party or a social event, I don't like to be anywhere near the singing/dancing/games events... Id rather sit somewhere behind and play with the kids or people watch . And yes I absolutely hate to make small talk and chit chat especially at weddings... I fact I even find weddings extremely boring..

7. If I want to avoid talking to certain people/ want them to ignore me, i play dumb... They lose interest after sometime and I am happy without being rude to them...

I am sure after reading that above, I shall be officially branded what most people think I am.. ' boring and khadoos'... but that's the way I like it :-)

I have been absolutely honest here and I hope I have done justice to this tag

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Terrible Week

>> Monday, July 13, 2009

Just when I thought nothing effects me and I have become immune to all feelings something happens which shakes me up...
This happened on Friday. I was walking back home from a fancy shopping mall, having bought some totally unnecessary cosmetics, a Rs. 400/- scratch guard for my newly acquired fancy cell, saving the same cell from the rains by keeping it in a plastic bag and still worrying weather the rain drops shall get into it...
It had stopped raining and I was near a traffic signal. Suddenly I spot this shall young girl, around 3 years old, sitting near a shop door. The shutter of the shop was down and the child was sitting with a very sad a morose expression on her face. The expression on her face was as if she had lost all hope in life and she was all very tired of everything... She looked like an urchin but a pretty clean one... It almost seemed as if she had run away from her house and had nowhere to stay. Her clothes were quite clean. There were a few plastic bags near her which seemed the only belongings that she had.
The next thing that I saw almost broke my heart... Next to her, there was another girl around 4 years old, her thin nylon salwar drenched in rain water, a thin dupatta covering her head sleeping with her face towards the shutter. She was probably not well and shivering with the cold. She was so tiny and her legs pulled tightly towards her chest that I would have easily missed her. She was lying on a a small stone on the pavement.
I asked the younger girl where her mother was and she generally pointed in the direction of the road... I asked the shopkeepers around and everybody looked at them as if they were seeing the two children for the first time. One of the told me that these are the part of the group that beg on the signal nearby and their mother would also be somewhere around...
I asked the child weather she was hungry and she just nodded. The only thing that I could do was to buy two packets of biscuits and give it to the girl with the hope that she eats them and the mother does not sell it of... How I wish I could have taken both the girls home, given them a proper meal and some warm clothes... I really felt ashamed to be carrying such a expensive phone around and worrying about totally frivolous matters...
I love Bombay and the people in this city but when I see incidents like this and the way we treat our children, I feel that somewhere we have failed miserably....There are so many such children living like this and most often that not, we are so engrossed in our daily routines that we turn a blind eye to them...
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Last week was generally very depressing... Im not able to find a house that I want and my best friend's marriage is breaking... The second is a shocker.... I never never thought that there was something wrong in their relationship... They were my ideal couple... I still cant get over it...

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Happy

>> Sunday, June 28, 2009

And I'm happy happy happy......I'm not having any expectations out of anything, I'm just taking things as they come.... :) Touchwood....

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Love

>> Friday, June 05, 2009

And I really really really want to fall in love...

Love someone hopelessly, totally, completely...

And I want to that to happen now.....

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Just another girl....

>> Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Alone and very very lonely...
Yes, there are people around me.
Yes I do laugh and cry,
Yes, I joke and fool around,
I do the things that I'm suppossed to do,
I look like a person who is unbreakable,
That I can manage everything perfectly
That I dont need anyone to make me feel complete
That I am my own person.
That I am capable of taking my own decisions
That I am calm and composed when things are falling apart around me
I know that I am all of the above and lot more...

But I also know that somewhere I am also a girl
Who likes to be pampered, who likes to be sometimes taken care of,
Who just want to be free and be herself, who does not always have to be right,
Who needs atention even though I may never show it,
Who needs to share the small joys of life
Who sometimes wants a shoulder to cry on,


A girl who is at times scared and very very alone and lonely
Yes, I am all this and more... because after all Im just a girl....
alone and very very lonely

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I want to write a poem

I want to write, write a poem.
A poem on love, a poem on hope,
a poem on passion, on life
and life after love,
of love which is so complete
where there are no expectations,
where there are smiles and laughter
where there are tears,
where there is pleasure in tears
where there is a feeling of completeness
where you are no more alone
but the perfect words dont seem to flow
to complete the perfect world of love and fulfillment....

(I know that this poem is utter nonsense... but this is what i felt,the words just flowed and the this seems to make perfect sense to me)

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Crossroads...

>> Friday, May 15, 2009

Why do even the simple things in life be so difficult to achieve. You do everything th
at you are supposed to do, and then luck/ destiny and the other crap happens. In the end everything is about luck… doesn’t hard work have any role to play?

People always say that you should have a positive attitude towards life and positive things happen to you. But why is it that whenever I try to think positive, everything just falls apart and things get more messed up? Then the cycle of negativity and depression starts all over again…

I am a very independent person and too proud to ask anyone for help… but for the first time in my life I want someone to take all my decisions for me and tell me exactly what to do. Do miracles really happen???

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Me

>> Monday, April 20, 2009





This is me... snap was taken just for the fun of it... a little makeup and good camera can really do wonders :)

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March

>> Wednesday, April 01, 2009

- March happens to be my favourite month of the year. It is quite hot in Bombay this time of the year but it is also spring time and the trees start sprouting new leaves.... beautiful , tender leaves in varying shades of green. Yes, even in Bombay if you see carefully, you shall notice this...(an auto hit me a couple of days ago because I was happily looking up at some tree and did not notice where I was going). There are a variety of birds who suddenly seem to have come from nowhere and merrily chirp throughout the day. These birds come in various colours. There are parrots and cuckoos and a variety of sparrows. My favourite happens to be a bird which has a red beak, has atleast three shades of green on its wings, has yellow colour under the wings, black colour under its beak. And of course it is always fun to try to locate the cuckoo from the general direction of the noise that it maked untiring throughout the day.

- I also love March for the exam season. It a trip down memory lane when you see groups of students sincerely going through their books for last minute preparation. How I wish I was a student all over again....

- I am totally absolutely in love with Bombay. Yes, I know it is not a perfect city to live in. It has its own share of problems but I love it inspite of the crowds (or rather because of the crowds), the traffic jams, the forever dug roads, the slums and the garbage heaps. But there are also the beautiful buildings, the old chawls, the lovely trees, the trains, the BEST buses, the roads and most importantly the people. The people and their attitude is what makes or breaks a city and Bombay is special to me precisely for this reason. There is this energy in this city which I have yet to experience in the other places that I have visited...

- It was our new year last week . And for the first time since I was in school I have made a new year resolution. A very very sincere and heartfelt resolution. I have decided to be happy. I have decided that I have wasted too mant years thinking about things which I could have done/not done and in the process am ruining my present. I dont want to waste some more precious years thinking about people and things which should ideally be inconsequential to my life. I deserve better in life because I am a nice person and there is no reason to be surprised if I am getting the attention that I deserve. I have been sad all these years and I have got nothing in return but sadness so I shall be happy and see if I get happiness in return . No use mopping around for such a long time and basically now I am tired to being so sad... Its my life and I shall do everything that I can to change it...Sad faces are well... pretty sad....As they say, change your attitude, change your life...

- And to compliment my change in attitude, I shall soon have a new nice colourful template....

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What do You Do When

>> Wednesday, March 18, 2009

What do you do when you have the urge to scream? Scream your lungs out ?

What do you do when you get up in the mornings everyday and realise what a mess you have made of your life? Life, one third of which is already over.

What do you do when you want to cry, but the tears just wont come?

What do you do when you are left with no emotions?

What do you do when you mind is screaming at the anguish and the hopelessness of the situation even while you are in the middle of an ordinary conversation?

What do you do when you want to quit everything and just take off somewhere where no one knows you?

What do you do when nothing around you effects you anymore? Neither happiness or sadness?

What do you do when you have those fake conversations and the smiles and the laughter when inside you are crying out in pain?

What do you do when you realise that you have made a mess of not just your own life but also of the people who love and care for you?

What do you do when you stop loving and caring for the same people?

What do you do when you realise that you have failed, failed miserably in every aspect of your life?

What do you do when you undo the last decade of you life but know that it is not possible?

What do you do when you know that you are a nice person but no one has ever loved you the way you wanted them to?

What do you do when you know that no matter what do do, the situation does not seem to change?

What do you do when you tel people that you are fine but you know that you are not... because it still hurts. Hurts so much that you know that you shall suffocate because of the pain that you yourself don't realise that exists.

What do you do when you want someone to wave a magic wand to make things better... just a little better?

What do you do when you are hanging by a nail on a cliff to save your life... but at some point you know that you shall not have the strength to fight anymore and give in to the temptation of falling in the deep ravine and ending it for ever?

What do you do when you want to die, but are not quite ready for death as yet?

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People in My Life

>> Sunday, March 15, 2009

Bombay teaches you many lessons in customer service and professionalism that no other city in India can. And this even before the so called over hyped customer service nos. and call centres came into existence. I am speaking about the innumerable 'waals' around us . Our doodhwaals, paperwaala, bhaajiwala, khariwala etc. We take these people for granted. Today I shall try to mention these waals who have brought joy into my life since I was a kid...

1. The Bhaajiwala: There are a couple of these. One is from Kerala and the other from UP. The one from UP. These two have been coming to my society since the time I can remember to deliver vegetables. The one from UP has become slightly old now. But I see him often carrying the vegetable on his head walking from the station in the mornings (probably getting them from dadar market) going for delivery to various homes. I don't know anything else about him. But he is a part of my childhood who used to haggle with my mother (or is it the other way round?) about the price of the vegetables.

2. The paperwalla: The one who used to deliver paper to my doorstep early in the morning between 630-7 am without fail everyday come rain or shine. I think he was my age. He used to deliver the papers in the morning and then rush off to school. During the rains, he used to get wet himself, but covered the papers with a plastic sheet so that they remain intact. He stopped delivering papers a few years ago. He now has his own auto and I hope is is now financially well off.

3. The dhobi: This is a family which used to collect clothes to iron from us and deliver them the next day. The Father passed away a few years ago...He was very old. Now the Son comes to our house for the clothes. The father used to have chats with my mother and tell her the stories about how his son refuses to collect clothes and how he has to go from house to house to do that. This inspite of the fact that he was so old.

4. The sandwichwalla: He sells sandwiches on the road opposite my building and has been there since I was in the 4th standard. He makes the best vegetable sandwiches in the whole of Bombay. He and his 2 sons help him. He stands there from 5 in the evening till 1 in the morning making them. He has become slightly old and the speed with which he cuts the vegetables have slightly reduced. And he still calls me baby. Makes me very happy :)

5. The kahriwalla: He delivers fresh khari, toast and nankhatai to my doorstep every Sunday. Since we have shifted from our earlier house, we had lost touch with him for a year. But one day he met my father and was very pleased to know where we stay. He has again started coming to our house on Sunday. He carries a big aluminium trunk on his head and goes around the locality.

These and many other people have defied the concept of service. They have not done any management courses. Most of them I guess are barely literate. But the customer service and satisfaction that they provide cannot be measured. We don't miss these when they are around. I know them since the past so many years but do I know them?

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And It Starts All Over Again

>> Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Spent a sleepless night yesterday tossing and turning for no apparent reason. Nothing is wrong but neither is everything right.

Wished it would rain yesterday night. Wanted to hear the pitter patter of raindrops on my window sill, wanted to hear the thunder, wanted to feel the rain wash away all the dirt and the grim that had gathered around me...

The feeling of despair, emptiness, hopelessness and sadness is overwhelming...Is this the way this supposed to be....

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A Face

>> Thursday, February 19, 2009
















Its been a long time that I have posted. Life is going on. Nothing special is happening.

I ran the Mumbai Marathon. The dream run (walk) of 6 kms actually. Not much of a marathon. I enjoyed it thoroughly. How often does one get to run on the roads of Mumbai?

A very strange thing happened. There was this boy who was us cheering from the window of his house on Charni road while we all ran. He was on the 2nd or maybe the 3rd floor of a building that is on the right hand side of the flyove from Girgaon Chowpatty. I was running on the flyover and just managed to look up. He was waving and all the runners. We made eye contact, waved and smiled at each other. Thats it. I continued to run.

Its been more that a month now and I just cannot seem to get that face out of my head. Who is he? What is his name. It is not that he was drop dead gorgeous/handsome, but its just that the face has intrigued me...

Well, I guess its just one of those things that happen....


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Sadness

>> Monday, November 10, 2008

Is it just me who is feeling this or was this a very sad and bleek Diwali? Yes, there were sweets, there were new clothes, there were lights, but somehow the happiness and the festive feeling was not the same.
There is a sense of apprehesion among everybody regardless of the class they belonged to... People seemed to be doing the Diwali rituals just for the sake of it... the economy is not doing well and everyone is thinking twice about spending money. Even people with fixed incomes. People are thinking even about spending for minor things like flowers and diyas.
It really hit me when I was walking away after inquiring about the rangoli rates from a roadside vendor. I thought at Rs. 5/- per packet, the rates were high. But the mother of the rangoliwaali literally screamed saying that as it is sales were extremey bad and she was driving a potential customer away.
Not only moneywise, but generally there is a feeling that the feeling of euphoria that we were experiencing a few months ago shall be there for a long time now...no one seems to know when this shall last....
To add to this, news of layoffs, salary cuts is very very real. Companies have already started cutting salaries and mails have been sent to staff especially the new joinees that jobs too may be cut...no body seems to be speaking about anything else...
Who would have thought that just a couple of months the picture would change so much....
Personally for me, it was a very bad diwali. My best friends mother passed away suddenly and I was down with viral fever for the entire diwali week...Not that Im in a very festive mood during Diwali, and Im not very fond of the rituals, but all this added to the sense of disparity and sadness and melancholy...

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Being Boss

>> Monday, September 08, 2008

I am discovering that its much more difficult heading a team than being just a reportee to your boss. When you are just a member of a team you are on your own and responsible only for the job profile that is allocated to you.
Heading a team and managing a number of people, solving their problems, supporting them when they goof up, encouraging them, firing them for the mistakes done, praising them for the good work done,managing various temperaments, allocating jobs according to their individual skills is very very difficult. It is a big big responsibility being in charge of a team and getting work done from them.You cannot neither be very friendly towards them nor can you be unapproachable. You have to have immense patience to explain a certain thing to them in 10 different ways to make them understand it. You have to learn to control your irritation when they ask your opinion on trivial matters when you are in the midst of something important and help them. You have to learn to handle them with kid gloves.
When we begin our careers, at some point, we all want to head a team and shoulder bigger responsibilities. I was always in awe of my earlier bosses who headed the department/big teams/the company. And except for one organisation, all my bosses were very skilled,intelligent,friendly,impartial,approachable and fantastic people. Now that I'm in their shoes, it amazes me how they managed it without being hassled at any point of time. Yes, they did let me know when I made mistakes but I never once feel that they meant it personally. When I made any progress professionally or personally, they were genuinely pleased for me. There was so much to learn from them not only professionally but also in they way they treated their subordinates. Ive learnt that being humble and acknowledging your subordinates goes a long way making you a good human being and therefore a good boss too.
I hope that I can be the same impartial, warm,supportive and humble boss to whom my subordinates can look up to.

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Stray Thoughts

>> Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A few random thoughts...

1. That old couples look so endearing when they walk hand in hand..

2. That Primary school children look extremely sweet when they are off to school wearing their uniforms, hair neatly oiled, ribbons in place with very serious expressions on their faces.

3. How teenage girls blush while speaking to their boyfriends on the phone (for that matter how all girls/women regardless of their age look so shy while speaking to their partners on the phone)

4. The inquisitive look babies give while looking over their mother's shoulder at the world.

5. The happiness on their face when someone manages to catch a moving train just in the nick of time.

6. The forlorn look that someone gives a loved one when bidding goodbye at the railway station/airport/bus stop.

7. The special smile that is exchanged between lovers...

This week I have decided that I am going to chuck out all my 'relationships' and 'friendships'. Those relationships that were always so superficial. Those friendships which I thought were based on trust. Where no one cared about what I really wanted. where there was just a give and take. Give and take of money, power, ego games....

Who cared if in all this give and take, the one thing that I really lost was my innocence and trust.

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Old Age

>> Sunday, July 06, 2008

This happened a couple of days ago.
I left office early (on time) because I had given some photographs to develop. These snaps were taken of my nani when she had come to visit us last year. My parents were going the next day to Nagpur to visit her and I know that she would be very happy to see them. The shop closed at 9 and I had to get them that day itself.
As I was waiting at the bus stop and was approached by an old lady in her late 60s. She had lost her way. She had come from Kalyan and wanted to go to Rambaug nagar near powai lake. The lady looked poor but was definitely not a beggar. Her saree was clean. She was wearing a maharashtrain type saree and looked almost in tears. I did not know where Rambaug was. She had come by bus and had got off at the wrong stop. I asked her if she had the exact address. She did not. The only thing she knew that the house was opposite the lake and had some tall buildings close to it. She did not have anyone's phone no. I asked a couple of people at the bus stop but nobody knew exactly where she wanted to go.
We crossed the road and asked a shop owner. He told us that there was such a colony near the lake but in the opposite direction. I thought that I shall get an auto for her and tell the driver the directions and ask her to go alone. But we waited for nearly 15 minutes without an empty auto in sight. Then she asked me if any buses go to Vijaynagari. Her daughter stayed there in a police colony and if we were not sure about Rambaugh, she would go to Vijaynagari. I did not know which Vijaynagari she was referring to. I knew 2 of them. I asked her if she had anybodys contact no at all. She dug into her small purse and gave me her son's telephone no. I tried calling it, but no one was answered. She was very worried and in tears. It was getting dark and I did not want to leave her alone. I thought of my nani and how I would have expected strangers to help her if unfortunately she was ever in such a situation. I was very angry at her family for allowing her to travel such a long distance alone and without even the proper address.
With no auto in sight, we went to a traffic police booth. I thought I shall tell them to drop her at her location.Luckily there were 3 policemen inside. I told them the story. They confirmed that there is a rambaugh at Powai lake. One of them came out and found an auto for us. I expected them to help her. But he did not seem to be going alongwith her. I sat with the old lady and drove to rambaug. By this time I was slightly irritated. And to make matters worse, I had only 70 bucks with me because the ATM was not working in the morning. I desperately wanted to get the photos.
When we were on the way to Rambaug, she seemed to recognise the place and said that she had failed to recognise the place earlier because of a flyover being constructed there. We asked people around and they confirm that it was rambaug area. We got off. I paid the autowalla. It was only Rs12 but I also needed money to go back home. Bus was out of the question now since it was late and I would've had to go by auto.I asked her if this was the right place. She did not seem so sure again. She then said to me 'I think I should go to Vijaynagari' . hearing this I was angry and said that I cant take her to Vijaynagari since I had to go to Goregaon. She immediately walked away towards the houses and asked a couple of people on the way for the person whom she wanted to meet. I had this urge to run behind her and help her locate the house. But for some reason I did not (maybe because it was getting late and I thought that she was in the proximity, she shall be able to find the house on her own).
I sat in the same auto an drove to Goregaon. But I could not get her thoughts out of my mind. All the time I was wondering whether she found the place and I regretted that I had not stayed back to help her. What if she was robbed/met with an accident? I mean, she needed help while crossing the road in daylight. And I had left her to fend for herself in the dark. I was feeling very sorry. As soon as I reached home, I called on her son's cell no which she had given. Thankfully her daughter-in-law picked up this time. I told her the story and asked her to find out whether she had reached the place. She too sounded worried and said that she shall call me back. I called her again a couple of times, the last call was after 11 pm and she still had not reached the right place.
By now I was worried and was feeling extremely bad about leaving her alone. What if I had waited with her for a few more minutes... I would've located the place. If not, I could have dropped her at Vijaynagari. At least she sounded confident about that place. All the time for some reason I put my nani in her place. I somehow managed to sleep through the night. I called the number a couple of times in the morning but without any response. I went to office and called around 9. This time her son answered and said that she had reached safely. She could not locate the place in Powai and had gone to her daughters house in Vijaynagari. I breathed a sigh of relief....
Well, I guess alls well that ends well I guess.....I hope no body ever lets their old parents travel alone. It can get quite scary for them.... Later I put myself in her situation...what if I was in a foreign country and lost my papers/baggage and did not have any idea where to go and what I was supposed to go...
BTW, while crossing the road yesterday night, I almost got knocked down by Vikram Bhatt's car...

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HP Pics

>> Thursday, July 03, 2008


Could not resist putting this snap....




The source of the Beas river????








Below, the majestic Himalayas.... and the road leading to Rohtang














Gushaini...lovely village in a very remote location of HP...drank actual mineral water here...unfiltered and totally unadulterated...water never tasted better....






Lovely place in the heart of Manali. If is was not for the monkeys, I wouldve spent the entire day here....



We river rafted in this water and later had a fab lunch at this location....


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Himachal Pradesh

>> Monday, June 16, 2008




And I'm back from an amazing trip to Himachal. HP is a land of good looking guys and beautiful women. The trip did not begin on a good note as our train was cancelled and we had to book last minute flight tickets. Our budget went for a toss. But the trip was awesome. I did a couple of things which I wanted to do before I die. I river rafted and I did paragliding and I walked and walked and walked and took some really nice pictures.
The weather was just perfect and I just could not get enough of the mountains. We discovered the pleasure of drinking actual mineral water. water never tasted better. We sat by the Tirthan river near Gushaini - a very remote village with not a soul in sight for miles together. The only sound was that of the river with its pristine and clear icy water rushing past us. It was as if time had just stopped. On our way down from Rohtang, we saw a lone vulture in its full splendour sitting on a rock. Too bad we could not take its snap. The drive from Naggar to Manali was the most picturesque that I have ever seen. I did not know that there exist so many shades of green.
The life there was so peaceful. In the one week that we were there, I did not witness a single fight or frowing faces. Wish I had stayed there another week just so that I could go for walk by the Beas or cycle along the innumerable apple orchards on the way to Naggar.....

Its so depressing to go back to office again. Wish I could stay there forever.....

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