God it’s not a spam post!

There has been quite a lot of things happenings and life has been on a fast track so much that the title you read are the places I was all around.

And currently I am in New York City, to be precise Wall Street 😉

So its going to be a long, long, I really mean very long post.

Let me know are your ready? Got your coffee? Great…Just hang in there!




I am Alive ;)

The title says it all. And I promise I will try to be more frequent here.

Expect some good write-ups, experiences some good, some not-so-good soon.

It’s show down for the year 2014.

Keep hope. Keep praying.


Tehelka, Tarun Tejpal & Us

Last week had been, in decent words, disappointing to say the least.

I was and I am still a BIG fan of Tehelkha & Tarun Tejpal ( Hold ur abusive words for a while).

Sometime back I wrote a post on Tehelka. While I strongly believe that any case of sexual assault/rape should be dealt with strongest & strictest way possible to create fear so that such incident never ever happens again.

I, for one, feels cheated like many in the media industry. He taught us the difference between right and wrong. And here we are now judging him morally.

To tell truth, I have written to shoma chaudhary, many times, seeking a position in Tehelka. N i will continue to do so.

The fact is last week was a rape of all our moral values as a individual and as institution. I have read articles in Open Magazine, IBN Live blogs, Times Of India Blogs written by some prominent journalists across.

I have come to understanding that in the case of Aaarushi double murder case, the proof is still far from missing and proved.

One side we have a case shut withour concrete evidence and motive proved. And on other side we have Tarun Tejpal case of sexual assault.

Truth will take its time to come out in open.

We continue to believe in justice system. Or somewhere have we started questioning ourselves?



Wecome Home, Pratyush.

Its been a while I got time to jot down things happening around…so many things happened and in such fast way…cudnt account one!!

But gud news first…I am a proud MAMA…of my boy…Pratyush…Welcome home, buddy!!!

On other side, granny passed away, dad was not well…things were not dat great…but hope things will fall in place.

Its taking some toll on me…on more  gud news..stay tuned 🙂

Rice Plate @ Nagarjuna Hotel. Conquered.

Every now and then I have this strange feeling of being a South Indian. Actually, I am one.

But looking at my eating habits, hardly anyone can guess or believe, I am one. Speaking on the same context, people don’t even believe I am a brahmin guy, if you know what I mean.

Nagarjuna HotelToday was one of those days, I had the itch to eat as much rice as I can. The thought came last evening too.

So me n Shravan headed straight to Nagarjuna on Residency Road, Bangalore. That’s one of our fav places we go when we need to finish all the rice in Bangalore.

For newbies, here’s the report card.

Taste: 8/10
Varieties: 7/10
Place: 8/10

Category: South Indian dishes, Andhra Style Food.

Specials: Biryani/ Mutton Kebabs/ Sholey( Chicken) Kababs/ Fish Fry

Service: I had a bad experience today, but in general when its not crowded. 7/10

So next time, you get the itch for Rice, head straight to Nagarjuna hotel.

Did you try this place? Drop in your review of the place and food.

Praying Lips…..Helping Hands….The story goes on….

I have many friends.

Some Muslims, some Hindu, some Sikh, some Rajasthani, Tamil, Telugu, Bengali and  some pakka Marathas.

I am kind of fusion. Telugu guy born in Orrisa, bought up in between Maratha’s and formative years of my life in between Punjabi’s.

Studied in Chennai between majority of Tamil speaking folks. Working and living between Kannadiga’s from 6 years.

Who am I? I don’t know.

Over period of time, living with different sects and religion, I have learned that

  • No religion is bad
  • Every religion teaches to do “seva” {community service}
  • Spread peace and love. Need comes pick up sword.
  • Just coz u don’t like non-veg, doesn’t make you any veggie
  • And, non-veg price has gone high coz, Brahmin, like me eat all kinds of things walking, crawling, or whtvever.

Plus just remember, a helping hand is always better than praying lips.

If you can serve or contribute anyway, step up, coz it’s not about only you.

It’s about who we are. And how we will be treated next.

[Updated] A March In March

While at Gurudware on Sunday, 25th March, Happy(yes, dats a name)  from somewhere found a print out, requesting people to gather at MG Road to support Anna Hazare’s fast.

The first thought which came to my mind, why not? I said to myself, a helping hand is always better than praying lips.

Plus I hate people who are keyboard warriors (Read: Facebook, Twitter etc etc)

After having langar, Me and Suman headed straight to MG Road

We saw some 20-30 odd group standing. After quickly parking the bike, we joined the group.

This was our first candle light march, we were excited that we are contributing our bit by walking 4kms( or more?) and importantly, shouting slogans to keep the spirits high. LOUD.

We saw few elderly folks, kids, young couples and people from all walks of life joining the march. Some firangs too 😉

Volunteers were very supportive. Cups, Candles, Water, you name it they had properly thought through this.

Hope one day when the actually Jan Lokpal bill is passed, we will say, we march’d for the cause 🙂

And rightfully, the walk ended at Bridgade road, with the song, Hum Honge Kamyab, Ek Din….

Shine on you crazy diamond.

PS: I think the India Against Corruption( IAC) team forgot to thank the Bangalore Police as they did walk with us and they were all supportive as well.

So here I say on behalf of everyone at the march, Thank you!!!

– Couple of people listening to us, gave us complements saying “Aawaz badi Jung hai”. To which suman n me said, we have more samples in our Gurudware 😀

– While we were shouting slogans, an old lady walked to us and offered water and said ” drink else you will have dehydration”. We looked at her, and silently drank water. She was wearing the jungle trip jacket 😉 she was kinda a cute grandma u cant say no

– By the time we left, that 20-30 gang had grown to some 600{more?} odd sanjat {Read: group or mob}

– And finally, Suman’s throat is fine and mine is dying. I would put him under a cycle to die. Yes, that’s a royal death I want for him 😀