Trekking is called hiking in American English. This site has nothing to do with Star Trek, apart from the fact that it also talks of journeys that become pilgrimages.
Solo.22.Male. Calicut|Delhi
Traveller, in both body and mind.
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(These descriptions are only indicative snapshots of the past, may not be applicable now.)
The Sea Inside
Arnav ne� Amon. The Highway loses itself into the Sea.
Lost Highway
Amon. Whimsical wanderer, chief film critic, walking movie encyclopedia. This blog is now concluded.
neverendingroad
Sumit. Senior of mine here in K. Famed for his bike trips. Go straight to the Sep 23 entry and you'll know.
Mode C
Nitai. Another senior of mine in K. Very good at writing and other creative jazz. Movie freak. Good place to get the dope on whatever's going on in K.
Whirlwings
Refreshingly frank on general life, esp that of a career woman. Healthy, non-fanatic spirituality at times.
The Raven's Desk
TheBoFi. Even longer posts than mine, and much more thought-provoking. Admittedly schizophrenic. Perceptive and sensitive view of life.
The Purple Haze
ZuluBoy. Evocative stories, deep Hindu philosophy; the mini-Tao of Physics.
Purple Cow
Keerthi. Assorted rambles on campus life, and a way with words. Salinger zealot.
the Quintessential Q
QuintEssence. Rock fanatic, poetry lover, SF freak. Well-expressed thoughts, and photo-laced accounts of life at FMS, Delhi.
Bright Sunny Days
Anil. K classmate. Can give Keynes & Friedman a run for their money when he's deconstructing Economics from a 'layman's perspective'.
Sneha Nagesh
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree. The lengthy thoughts continue to cogitate (See below), stronger than ever.
Cogitated Thoughts
Sneha. Reading, guitar. Feelings captured adroitly in long sentences that make me feel inadequate. Blog continues in Spatial Chronicles, above.
Aadisht Khanna,
The life and times of. One of the Eldar bloggers on the circuit. With anecdotes, arguments, humor, and more, his is the quintessential blog.
The Pink Files
The Observer. Much Kafkavian allegory, threads of thought, and an explosion of pink.
The Catcher
Learned discussion of everything creative; occasional humor.
Bhavya
Stories, satire, school to university. And of course, food. Nice writing.
Me and My Solitude
Prateek. Good Hindi poetry; bittersweet account of life at MDI, Gurgaon.
Looking for LiFe
Piya. Young engineer grappling with pressures of a new job, yet trying to maintain the creative streak, while searching for the meaning of happiness.
Blokes A Blogin
Very wide knowledge of Tamizh ('zh' pronounced as retroflex 'l') culture and art. Account of life both American and Indian. Often discusses spirituality and education.
My Crazy World
Ranjitha. Practical jokes in an ad agency. Rather obscure poetry at times. Not for the faint of cerebrum.
Dream Chase
Rashmi. Poetry, 'anatomical' analysis of art, the (successful) struggle for a desired job.
Not an Essay
Scott. Thinks much like I used to in late teenage, and still do, to some extent. Critique of school life, and many thoughts on the lack of intensity in our lives.
Arnab's World
Arnab. Programming guru; one of the guys who made blogsnob.
_________ Quint's e-Books
Just what it says. Large collection, though with the proliferation of broadband, most of you might have most of them.
Himalayan Home
Karamjeet Singh. Encyclopedic info on the Himalaya. An itinerant life which is the stuff of dreams.
Stephen Knapp
Indophile traveller. Great photos and perceptive analysis of India from a foreigner's viewpoint.
Pagal Guy
MBA discussion forums. Much more than that for hundreds of addicts. Meeting place of many intelligent people. My nickname is Gwaihir.
Hi everyone!
This is more an explanation than a blog entry.
I'd gone to Australia for a cousin's wedding. Now I'm going to IIM Kozhikode and should be there in a week's time (Kozhikode is the same as Calicut; à la Mumbai and Bombay).
A little bit about Oz. Almost the whole of May was spent there. It was a beautiful experience. For the first time, I had a real yardstick with which to compare India. Reading about it in books or watching movies is OK, but getting a first-hand feel of a foreign land gives you a very vivid point of reference. I can talk about it for days together, but time's running short. Right now I'm furiously burning DVDs and am being amazed by the amount of data I've managed to collect as the years went by. I'm also cleaning out my room, and am periodically being faced with (good) ghosts from the past, who remind me of a blessed childhood. Old _Target_ magazines, which I hope to digitize if I can find the time. I've come across the obligatory melted rubber-bands, Reynolds 045 shells, old _Rakhis_, dust-clouds worthy of the Sahara, Tinkle & Nandan issues (Yes, I loved Hindi kids' stories too). The dead and the living past.
I can't say when the next blog post would be, and whether it'll be a looong post like some of the earlier ones. Right now there's little time, but this blog's alive for sure. I didn't really plan to write a post tonight, for the DVD-Writer awaits. But I came on this blog after a really long time, found those messages on the tagboard, and felt a wave of affection. I wouldn't have believed it was possible to feel connected to someone only by reading small bits of their writing off and on. But it is. Special greetings to the IIMK guys, to Aekta, Quint, Ranj, Keerthi, Zulu, Prateek, and everyone who cares enough to keep coming to this blog looking for a new post.
A heartfelt goodbye to Aekta/Whirlwings and Amon. Those were the first two blogs that I started reading regularly, and played a big role in my deciding to start this one. And just clicking the links on a whim, what do I find? Aekta is back! So a goodbye and welcome in the same para, and in the wrong order. The virtual world is an interesting place. The links to both of them stay, and atleast one is alive, and the other has an illustrious enough past, and enough emotional attachment to retain the top slot.
I can, and probably will, write a few posts on Oz alone, but don't know when. It was autumn there turning to winter, and the trees aflame with shades of orange and yellow were like the icing on a delectable cake. I took a bucketload of photos, may update them at some time, but don't know when.
On this ambiguous note, I take your leave.
Posted at 01:37 am by Solo
Solo July 12, 2005 01:57 AM PDT Thanks a lot, Blokes. Nice to know people in the other other (sic)hemisphere are interested in my whereabouts.
blokes July 4, 2005 09:54 AM PDT sugamaano?! Left u to settle in Kozhikode. So Oz was the culprit! Well I guess the fall down under must have been gorgeous for a guy who treks the garwal. all the best 4 the move to God's own country!
Solo June 16, 2005 12:12 PM PDT Hey QE! Thanks for the (IMO) undeserved praise. I just hope your blog and mine don't become like standard 'B-School blogs'. Let's see. Still haven't seen your blog yet; don't mind. Too much to do. Lucky you, that you get to stay in Delhi. I leave for a 40 hour train journey in a few days.
QE June 16, 2005 03:33 AM PDT yippie..Solo's back a bloggin'
i was telling my FMS mates that THIS is the way u write a blog..
lets see then..if the aptitde test r anything to go by ;-)
