The last hour of what has been a great Saturday finally gives me the time to write about something which gives me immense joy. To start with let me put forward a simple question, "How many of us get a chance to live our dreams?" Well I DID. The best trips are those which ant preplanned. A exotic thought crosses your mind, you talk about it, "here you go" and you have memories for lifetime.
Shimla on a bus seems exciting, Shimla on an old faithful esteem, "Dude, plz bring it on!" Half my trip was made as I saw Lala and Ricky ( sorry guys am gona be using such love names, @ Ricky: Am immortalizing you bro:D) standing outside my hotel in our Rampyari. Finishh next to me, and we head off to the trip of our lifetime. Bags in the dicky, belts strapped, bottles intact, we are ready to go. The trip starts with Mehbooba o mehbboba, Sholay on offer from some radio station and already am high on fun.
Lala had decided to bring along Rampyari and not travel on a bus, as the fog asura had given us a miss. 50 mins in the journey, somewhere close to Sonepat, the asura smiles at us with all His might. One can hardly see anything 6 feet in front of the car. I see a look of concern on Lala's face ( after all he is the captain). We sail through it and an hour and a half in the ride, the radio ditches us. Well this leads us to my second secret revelation of the month. I am made aware of the "Secrets of Ricky Sagar" (@Ricky: I told you mate..love :D). Happy and gay we move ahead to have tea at Karnal, heavy downpour close to Ambala and at 4:45am we see the first glimpses of mountains.70 kms from Shima, we decide to rest for an hour and end up sleeping in the car itself!!!
Two pair of eyes staring at me! As I open my eyes, am greeted with eyes full of questions, the most prominent amongst them being, are you guys mad! An hour in the morning journey we take a halt at Kandhaghat for the brunch. 8 kms from Shimla we see landscape covered with what seems cotton. Loud shriek, I see Finishh going mad with joy. It is 12 pm and we finally reach Shimla. What follows next is a dream come true!
Snow covers everything you can lay your eyes to. Pure joy and happiness on everyone's face. The stroll through the mall road, the photo session, the movie discussion, the hot drink behind Gandhi's back, the trek to Jakhoo mandir, Ricky collapsing every third step, the monkey attack, burger and soup at Beekays, the identification of asli DON who loves junli and gharelu billi; time flies!
At dusk we set back for the plains. Chandigarh greets us with a cool breeze and the local guide Lala takes us on a tour of the city. The amount Lala loves the city can be easily understood by his enthusiastic commentary. We have Yograj Singh's park in Sec 17, followed by Tehal Singh and the Aroma with two CCDs within 100 m of each other in Sec 22. Sec 44 has all the offices while Sec 35 plays home to Kapil Dev's Captain's 11. In dinner there is yummy bun chicken followed by great food at NFS.
Early morning 8:43, we are out of Chandigarh. Thanx to Sumesh whose house we had crashed in for the night. On our way back we stop for a moment of solace and finally at Havelli. As I bite the last piece of makke ki roti with sarso ka saag and drink whatever is left of the lassi, my wish list is over!
A promise is made that there will be many more such trips in the near future. 4 months to go, India awaits us.
Bangali: Peace out!!!
Shimla on a bus seems exciting, Shimla on an old faithful esteem, "Dude, plz bring it on!" Half my trip was made as I saw Lala and Ricky ( sorry guys am gona be using such love names, @ Ricky: Am immortalizing you bro:D) standing outside my hotel in our Rampyari. Finishh next to me, and we head off to the trip of our lifetime. Bags in the dicky, belts strapped, bottles intact, we are ready to go. The trip starts with Mehbooba o mehbboba, Sholay on offer from some radio station and already am high on fun.
Lala had decided to bring along Rampyari and not travel on a bus, as the fog asura had given us a miss. 50 mins in the journey, somewhere close to Sonepat, the asura smiles at us with all His might. One can hardly see anything 6 feet in front of the car. I see a look of concern on Lala's face ( after all he is the captain). We sail through it and an hour and a half in the ride, the radio ditches us. Well this leads us to my second secret revelation of the month. I am made aware of the "Secrets of Ricky Sagar" (@Ricky: I told you mate..love :D). Happy and gay we move ahead to have tea at Karnal, heavy downpour close to Ambala and at 4:45am we see the first glimpses of mountains.70 kms from Shima, we decide to rest for an hour and end up sleeping in the car itself!!!
Snow covers everything you can lay your eyes to. Pure joy and happiness on everyone's face. The stroll through the mall road, the photo session, the movie discussion, the hot drink behind Gandhi's back, the trek to Jakhoo mandir, Ricky collapsing every third step, the monkey attack, burger and soup at Beekays, the identification of asli DON who loves junli and gharelu billi; time flies!
At dusk we set back for the plains. Chandigarh greets us with a cool breeze and the local guide Lala takes us on a tour of the city. The amount Lala loves the city can be easily understood by his enthusiastic commentary. We have Yograj Singh's park in Sec 17, followed by Tehal Singh and the Aroma with two CCDs within 100 m of each other in Sec 22. Sec 44 has all the offices while Sec 35 plays home to Kapil Dev's Captain's 11. In dinner there is yummy bun chicken followed by great food at NFS.
Early morning 8:43, we are out of Chandigarh. Thanx to Sumesh whose house we had crashed in for the night. On our way back we stop for a moment of solace and finally at Havelli. As I bite the last piece of makke ki roti with sarso ka saag and drink whatever is left of the lassi, my wish list is over!
A promise is made that there will be many more such trips in the near future. 4 months to go, India awaits us.
Bangali: Peace out!!!
