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.
This conveys little of the experience though, since you can't listen to
the sound of birds as they return home, and the distant call of azaan
by the muezzin in a mosque downhill. This azaan has become an indicator
of my schedule here, since he also calls at around 5:10 am (Should be
about to call now). Whenever I stay up till late due to some
work/entertainment, the azaan reminds me that dawn is about to come.
Around 20 minutes after the muezzin's call to the faithful is over,
Venkatesha Suprabhatam starts in a temple downhill, which must be
somewhere near the mosque. I've never seen that mosque, nor the temple,
hidden as they are behind thick canopies of trees, but their residents
connect to me in a very direct way. They make me keep track of time,
and lull away my will to stay awake further, as I crash to a (generally
short) sleep. When I don't heed their call and pull an all-nighter, I'm
generally rewarded with breathtaking mist-wisped sunrises and a
magnificent views of distant hills that are lost in the vapor haze
later in the day. It's a mixed blessing. Of course, you can say that if
I sleep early, I'll be able to have a full night's sleep, and watch
the sunrise. But you say so since you haven't attended midnight
birthday parties, 2 am owl-rescues (May come in a later post), your
neighbor playing full-volume bhangra at 3 am, philosophical discussions
on the practical utility of creativity at 4 am, or parties till 5 am.
Sleeping early (After your ears have become immune to loud music) has
its benefits, but what you lose you may not get later.
Almost half the campus is away to Bangalore, for the IIMK-IIMB sports
meet, there being only two people on my floor. Most classes have been
rescheduled due to the meet, so many people are having an easy time
here. Those who have not committed to any Backwaters-related, or other
extracurric work have gone off to Mahe, Periyar, Wayanad and elsewhere.
That's one of the best things I like about this campus. It allows me
practicable access to a lot of places that I wouldn't have thought of
going to had I stayed in the north. People from the campus have been to
Munnar, Periyar, Wayanad, Kovalam, Goa, Mahe, Pondicherry, Kochi,
Alleppey (Backwaters), Kanyakumari, Lakshadweep, Ooty, Kodaikanal,
Coorg and a remarkable number and variety of places. I've been to a few
of them too, but lots of places to see still. Let's see where
wanderlust leads us.
The guy in the next room to me
(Not the bhangra-player, he's on the other side) is married, and
usually stays downhill in a rented home (His wife has taken a job).
She's a PhD in literature. My neighbor mentioned that liberal arts
graduates in general, and his wife in particular, have an acute
ability to gauge people and their backgrounds from very limited
interactions. I ho-hummed this view of his, till one day he suddenly
asked me, "Does your father work for some govt agency?" I said yes. He
said "Oh, f***." Turns out his wife had told him that. She also
correctly identified the backgrounds of some other people on campus.
Till that point of time, she had spent less than 2 hours talking to me,
spread over several weeks, and even less time with the other people. I
later asked her to explain how she did it, but she couldn't. She said
it's an innate ability, "You just know." Till that point, I'd thought
liberal arts people would be more skilled than your average engineer in
literature or history or some such domain, but nothing more. Now, it
seems, that atleast in those who are serious about their chosen
field, a sensitivity develops towards fine stimuli that is inaccessible
to more analytically-minded persons. [the Azaan has begun, I take a
break to follow its lyrics. Clock says 5:27. He seems to be late today,
or maybe is some lunar funda.] But I know plenty of people who enjoy
maths problems as much as they do Tolkien. Still, I haven't met any who
had the almost clairvoyant-like ability of this lady. Makes you think
about what the purpose of education is, to understand machines or
people?
Azaan lyrics here
. Next time you hear one, follow it more closely. Also read the part
after the lyrics, on how almost at every moment, azaan is being called
on some longitude of the globe.
The temple seems to have
dispensed with Suprabhatam tonight, err.. morning, is playing some
bhajan. Maybe will play that later. I take your leave now, to crash to
sleep.
Posted at 05:06 am by Solo
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Priyanka January 16, 2008 02:54 PM PST That was really nicely written... And, thats one beautiful, beautiful picture!!
blokes January 8, 2008 08:42 AM PST Hey Vishal! Finally got back to my old blog friends this year. Your fotos continue to be wonderfully nostalgic. I was in Gurgaon last month for 2 weeks! when do you graduate? Is nt it this year? all the best
Solo March 11, 2006 01:31 PM PST hydrocodone & Fleshlight: Thanks a lot, glad you liked it
hydrocodone February 26, 2006 09:04 PM PST Nice Entry.
lucy February 15, 2006 07:26 PM PST Long time, no post? :(
Solo January 20, 2006 12:48 AM PST [Ranj] You're welcome. Thanks. Good Morning !
[Neha] The start of the term is less hectic, so got some time to post (Though you can guess that if I was awake till that time, it wasn't too laidback either).
Thanks for all that appreciation, but you overrate me. There must be far more interesting people than me around.
Neha January 13, 2006 12:25 AM PST now thts much better.. a post so soon from ya :)
thts some talent there.. i'v never met someone like this!interesting..
Ranj January 12, 2006 03:11 PM PST Thanks.
And beautiful pics, as always :)
Good Morning! :P
