Trip to Pondicherry !

I went to pondicheery 2 weeks back and from then i was thinking to write about it. All the contribution for delay goes to huge size of pics and my efforts of reducing them to the size which can be fitted to my blog.
My trip was totally unplanned. A friend's birthday party at 12 in the night lead to this idea and i was literally picked out of my bed at 1.We left bangalore by 1.30(after a bit of packing and lot of "are you sure"') and reached Pondicherry at 7 in the morning . Road was awsome(Nh-7)though once we took a wrong route and has to come a long way back.
The first 2 pics were the first one clicked on the way after entering Tamilnadu.And what can it be apart from amma's when you find her smiling all through your ways. The morning sun though was nice;)

Took a break and saw this old fort early morning.Had breakfast at Le cafe on beach road. It's a bit expensive though , so if you are hungary and want to hog on then can go to A2B.

Beach road gives you a nice view to the great arabian sea. just stroll there for a while and enjoy.


Pick up a map from pondicheery tourism if possible and rent up a two-wheeler(which you get at a very reasonable rate) else you would be easily robbed by autowallahs.

BTW , Pondicheery is known as Puducherry now(which i realised only after reaching there). It's a former french colony,hence,there is a lot of French architecture to be seen around the city right from churches to houses to restaurnats to hotels to houses.



You can find a tinge of France in food you eat to the wine you drink(anywez we went on a dry day so can't tell you about this) to the names of places around


Try sea food there.You will get every thing right from fish to crab to prawns to lobster to shrimps to sharks to anything which you havn't even heard before(as for me, i don't like sea food ugghhh). Had lunch a Rendezvous(and telling you Bamgalore Rendezvous is much much better then that)and didn't find it great.

Visited Shri aurbindo Ashram,Museaum,Auroville and Auroville beach.Auroville beach is very clean as compared to the ones which you are used of seeing in metros;), but i think the best is the paradise beach, which unluckly we didn't visit :( .

Auroville Ashram boast of a huge campus with a huge golden dome.You can easily spot lotta foreigners on your way to the ashram. Also , do shop for some junk jewellery, silver and hippie cotton stuff.

Through with all sightseeing , had dinner at a restaurant at beach road , strolled on the road aside the arabian sea for a while. Beleive me the sea looks even more beautiful at the night and so does the full moon.Drove back to bangalore the same night(which means two sleepless nights)and reached by morning. Thank god it was sunday . I slept like a log the entire day :).

Sorry missed Aliance Francaise pic here . Will put it soon;)

An Ex-Wife's Revenge....

I received this forward early morning today and just loved it. So thought will put it in my blog.Many of you must have read it.For those who haven't,here it is ::

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of Chardonnay.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.
Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steamed.
Air Fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few ays, and in the end even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place..
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house.
She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a Price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home....
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including the curtain rods.
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU?????

A little voice against domestic violence

I asked my friends to read this poem before I put it on my blog. After reading a few lines they stopped. Some stopped when I told them it’s about domestic violence. Some said it’s too sad, some said it’s too negative. But have we ever thought about them who go through this nightmare almost every day.
I was just going through various blogs when I reached this blog http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/is-a-known-devil-really-better/ and read that article, thereby deciding that I would write about it. But more than writing, this sensitive topic need a lot of support from all of us. Join hands with “bell bajao “campaign to show that you care.

It started,
After that “live happily ever after”
Assaulting my soul, robbing my laughter.
I remember your first slap and the day I got hit,
I thought it’s just an anger bout and you didn’t mean it,
But it shattered my dreams of a happily married life.
That was the first time when I died.

Then started what they call domestic violence and abuse,
My bruises and scars say everything which my tongue refused.
I walked to my parents and begged for refuge,
Just think of our reputation and your siblings was their excuse.
They told me by time my suffering will subside,
That was the second time when I died.

I waited and hoped that it will get over,
May be a baby will make him a bit sober.
I realized I was wrong when he hit me again,
But I couldn’t cry this time as my baby will see my pain.
I have to bear this for his sake,
He needs a father my life is already a wreck.
Tears blurred my eyes and I silently cried,
That was the third time when I died.

Here I lay in a big white room,
Waiting for what everybody call doom.
They came and sympathized that I will die,
But it seems so better then my SOS cries.
They don’t know that I have died so many a times,
This physical death will lead me to divine.
Where I would have no obligations no sacrifice,
I can live what they call life.

Pic courtesy:http://bellbajao.org/resources/

Is it possible to love two people at the same time, equally and romantically?

This is the question of the month from D. As for my answer,yes,I think it is possible to love two people at the same time, but not eually and romantically. You always bound to love one person more. May be you won’t realise it at that time and think that you love both but with time you will realise the other was just an infatuation or crush and actually never existed in your heart.