You are currently browsing the monthly archive for August 2009.
I woke up at noon, and saw if I could fit the hike of an easy 14er on the way
! Sadly, we did not have enough time. V’s friend in Denver joined us
and we made some lunch, reminiscied about our hikes, and it was time
to leave.
This was more than halfway into the drive, so we got the oil changed
and a car wash. By the time we left Denver it was 6 pm.
The drive to our next campground was easy and we split it evenly. We
camped at Paxico, Kansas. We also discovered that campgrounds are
called kampgrounds for some strange reason. That is the reason our
search results were not showing us camgrounds on the previous days.
These are just some notes I wrote on the way during the coast to coast roadtrip. Read on. Other parts can be found on chronological order. Kindly forgive the writing, these were penned down on the way. Even by my low standards, I can vouch that the writing is bad.
I woke up at noon, and saw if I could fit the hike of an easy 14er on the way. Sadly, it is not an ideal world and we did not have enough time.
This also reminds me, a friend once joked I should plot all my travels on a map and that I should have 2 maps, one for horizontal, the other for vertical.
V’s friend in Denver joined us, R made his usual delicious food, we reminisced about our hikes, and it was time to leave. This was more than halfway into the drive, so we got the oil changed and a car wash. By the time we left Denver it was 6 pm.
The drive to our next campground was easy and we split it evenly. We camped at Paxico, Kansas. We also discovered that campgrounds are called kampgrounds for some strange reason. That is the reason our search results were incorrect the previous days.
These are just some notes I wrote on the way during the coast to coast roadtrip. Read on. Other parts can be found on chronological order. Kindly forgive the writing, these were penned down on the way. Even by my low standards, I can vouch that the writing is bad.
I woke up at around 11 am and prepared some hot, tasty rice khichdi.
We had our brunch, packed our stuff and were off for the day at 12 pm.
Yellowstone doesn’t have too many activities, it is just a 142-mile
drive around the park with lots of hot geysers, meadows, landscapes,
canyons, rivers and animals to see. Most of these got repititive
after a while, but nevertheless, great for photography. We had just
one day to see the whole park, so here, we invented something we call speed photography. V drove, I had the
camera settings ready, he pulled over at some vista point, I ran out,
took 3-4 quick photographs, ran back, and we drove off. The onlookers
wondered WTF just happened.
The drive was wonderful and refreshingly different from the canyons
of Utah and we finished it just before dusk. We were not done for the
day, we had to travel a good 400 miles and 6 hours to reach I-80
(interstate freeway 80). We split the driving and were on schedule to
reach I-80 at 2 am. We looked up our maps, and discovered we could
make it to a friend’s place in Denver, Colorado, another 4 hours
drive. Mainly, because I wanted to catch a glimpse of the Rocky
mountains on the way. I called R at midnight and he welcomed us to his place. R was one of the 3 other hikers on the Colorado 14er trip in July.
The drive was demanding as both of us were exhausted. I had to pull
over at a gas station to catch an hour of sleep before proceeding. We
made it to his place at 8.30 and quickly slept off.
It was a 20 hour drive from our campground the previous day, the
longest of the trip.
I woke up at around 11 am and prepared some hot, tasty rice khichdi. We had our brunch, packed our stuff and were off for the day at 12 pm.
Yellowstone doesn’t have too many activities, it is just a 142-mile drive around the park with lots of hot geysers, meadows, landscapes, canyons, rivers and animals to see. Most of these got repetitive after a while, but nevertheless, great for photography. We had just one day to see the whole park, so here, we invented something we call speed photography. V drove, I had the camera settings ready, he pulled over at some vista point, I ran out, took 3-4 quick photographs, ran back, and we drove off. Meanwhile, the onlookers wondered WTF just happened.
The drive was wonderful and refreshingly different from the canyons of Utah and we finished it just before dusk. We were not done for the day, we had to travel a good 400 miles and 6 hours to reach I-80 (interstate freeway 80). We split the driving and were on schedule to reach I-80 at 2 am. We looked up our maps, and discovered we could make it to a friend’s place in Denver, Colorado, another 4 hours drive. Mainly, because I wanted to catch a glimpse of the Rocky mountains on the way. I called R at midnight and he welcomed us to his place. R was one of the 3 other hikers on the Colorado 14er trip in July.
The drive was demanding as both of us were exhausted. I had to pull over at a gas station to catch an hour of sleep before proceeding. We made it to his place at 8.30 a.m. and quickly slept off. It was a marathon 20 hour drive from our campground the previous day, the longest of the trip.
These are just some notes I wrote on the way during the coast to coast roadtrip. Read on. Other parts can be found on chronological order. Kindly forgive the writing, these were penned down on the way. Even by my low standards, I can vouch that the writing is bad.
I woke up at 6, only to discover it was pitch dark. Apparently, in that
timezone, dawn isn’t until 7. This was just the start of the timezone
confusion, there was lots more to follow. (Turns out my cell phone was wrong, and it was actually 5
here, and 11 pm yesterday when I slept)
The cause of the confusion being – Nevada follows PST, Utah follows MST, and both are currently on
daylight saving time, while Arizona doesn’t follow daylight saving, so
currently it was on PST. Since I was travelling in and around these 2
states, you can imagine. To top it all, my cell phone, I figure, got frustrated and decided
to show CST as the current time.
I waited for dawn, packed the tent and left at 7.15 for the Grand Canyon
and reached it at 8. I spent an hour there, mostly taking snaps, and
doing some survey of the rim-to-rim trail (north rim to south rim) that
is 22 miles long and takes 2 days to complete. If all goes well, I
should be attempting it later this year. It is notorious for being the
trail where maximum number of rescues happen every year, due to the
extreme temperatures, scorching hot during the day, and very cold at
night.
After an hour, I left to go towards Page in Arizona, towards the
Antelope Canyons and Lake Powell. Both these, as with a few other
places, were suggested by friends as trip we should make. I conveniently
hijacked their ideas, and made it a point to send snapshots to the
respective individuals on reaching those places. Much fun.
The route to Page was classic Ladakh. Flat, barren plains surrounded on both
sides by mountain ranges far away. it went past some breathtaking
locales, dams and canyons. I reached the Antelope Canyon caves at 11.58
am and was told that I could hurry up and take the 10 a.m. tour. Now I
was in Utah, my cell phone was on CST and I had planned the day going by
PST. Finally, I called up a friend and got the current time at Salt Lake
City, and planned everything by the hour.
Antelope Canyon was beautiful; they look just like the wiki snaps. I got
to do some creative photography and then proceeded to Lake Powell and
Glenn Canyon dam. A quick shower at the campground there, and I was all
set to leave for Salt Lake City.
This was when I cam precariously close to running out of fuel. I thought a half tank was good enough
to reach the next city. It was boiling hot near the canyons, and the A/C
and the SUV gleefully drank up the fuel. I drove for over 30 miles on
the low fuel warning, and I was certain that I’d run out of gas. I had
my backup plans ready but it’d waste an hour or so. Thankfully, Kanab,
Utah came just in time. I had a late lunch and then proceeded towards
SLC, a non stop 5 hour drive.
I reached SLC at 8 where I was scheduled to have dinner with my
former lead. A quick dinner at an Indian restaurant, which
incidentally, had the best gulab jamuns I have ever had in the U.S.
My bar wasn’t too high anyway, and anything that doesn’t taste like
sweet soyabean balls qualifies as a good gulab jamun. This one was
far better.
After dinner with the friend as a couple he was staying with, it was
time to pick up V at the SLC airport at 11 pm. I reached there a
couple of mins after he landed. We were meeting after almost 2 years.
Some greetings, and we were off to Yellowstone immediately. I was
exhausted after 2 long days of driving and little sleep. Thankfully,
his entry meant we could share driving and both of us loved driving.
He took over after an hour, and while I slept in my cozy sleeping
bag, he drove us to our Yellowstone national park campground at 6.30
am. The tent was pitched, and we immediately crashed.
I woke up at 6, only to discover it was pitch dark. Apparently, in that timezone, dawn isn’t until 7. This was just the start of the timezone confusion, there was lots more to follow. (Turns out my cell phone was wrong, and it was actually 5 am there, and 11 pm yesterday when I slept).
The cause of the confusion being – Nevada follows PST, Utah follows MST, and both are currently on daylight saving time, while Arizona doesn’t follow daylight saving, so currently it was on PST. Since I was travelling in and around these 2 states, you can imagine. To top it all, my cell phone, I figure, got frustrated and decided to show CST as the current time.
I waited for dawn, packed the tent and left at 7.15 for the Grand Canyon and reached it at 8. I spent an hour there, mostly taking snaps, and doing some survey of the rim-to-rim trail (north rim to south rim) that is 22 miles long and takes 2 days to complete. If all goes well, I should be attempting it later this year. It is notorious for being the trail where maximum number of rescues happen every year, due to the extreme temperatures, scorching hot during the day, and very cold at night.
After an hour, I left to go towards Page in Arizona, towards the Antelope Canyons and Lake Powell. Both these, as with a few other places, were suggested by friends as trip we should make. I conveniently hijacked their ideas, and made it a point to send snapshots to the respective individuals on reaching those places. Much fun.
The route to Page was classic Ladakh. Flat, barren plains surrounded on both sides by mountain ranges far away. it went past some breathtaking locales, dams and canyons. I reached the Antelope Canyon caves at 11.58 am and was told that I could hurry up and take the 10 a.m. tour. Now I was in Utah, my cell phone was on CST and I had planned the day going by PST. Finally, I called up a friend and got the current time at Salt Lake City, and planned everything by the hour with that as the reference.
Antelope Canyon was beautiful; they look just like the wiki snaps. I got to do some creative photography and then proceeded to Lake Powell and Glenn Canyon dam. A quick shower at the campground there, and I was all set to leave for Salt Lake City.
This was when I cam precariously close to running out of fuel. I thought a half tank was good enough to reach the next city. It was boiling hot near the canyons, and the A/C and the SUV gleefully drank up the fuel. I drove for over 30 miles on the low fuel warning, and I was certain that I’d run out of gas. I had my backup plans ready but it’d waste an hour or so. Thankfully, Kanab in Utah came just in time. I had a late lunch there and then proceeded towards SLC, a non stop 5 hour drive.
I reached SLC at 8 where I was scheduled to have dinner with my former lead from Pune. A quick dinner at an Indian restaurant, which incidentally, had the best gulab jamuns I have ever had in the U.S. My bar wasn’t too high anyway, and anything that doesn’t taste like sweet soyabean balls qualifies as a good gulab jamun. This one was far better.
After dinner with the friend as a couple he was staying with, it was time to pick up V at the SLC airport at 11 pm. I reached there a couple of mins after he landed. We were meeting after almost 2 years. Some greetings, and we were off to Yellowstone immediately. I was exhausted after 2 long days of driving and little sleep. Thankfully, his entry meant we could share driving. Both of us love driving, so we had to relinquish control to the other, every day at the half way mark.
He took over after an hour, and while I slept in my cozy sleeping bag, he drove us to our Yellowstone national park campground at 6.30 a.m. The tent was pitched, and we immediately crashed.
These are just some notes I wrote on the way during the coast to coast
roadtrip. Read on.
While I had been planning the C2C roadtrip for a few months now, it
always used to end up at one roadblock – the vehicle. A rental car
usually blows up the budget (as they charge ridiculous penalty amounts
to drop off a rental car at a different location from the pick-up).
Taking my car along wasn’t feasible either, as I was planning a one-way
roadtrip.
This is when I discovered the rideshare community on Craigslist. I was
being tested for H1 and quarantined in the U.S. for the length of the
processing. Out of desperation, I posted an ad on Craigslist saying I
was willing to drive if someone wanted their vehicle transported
anywhere one the east coast. I got a couple of replies, and went ahead
with a 2000 Isuzu Rodeo, as the vehicle was good and the owner and his
son, to whom I had to deliver it, seemed nice people. After an initial
meeting and a test ride, I had pretty much decided on the vehicle.
As for them trusting me, they did have a copy of my ID as a proof. But
if I may be immodest, I usually find it easy to make people trust me. It
also turned out cheaper for them, since I was paying for the gas, and
wasn’t charging any amount, unlike other offers they had. This was only
ethically fair according to me, since I just wanted a vehicle for the
trip, and I would be taking quite a few detours on the way, so chargning
them for the gas wasn’t fair.
(Oh .. and a couple of days into the roadtrip, I got an offer to drive a
2008 BMX X3.)
With this, and the formal trip to the Golden Gate bridge on Day 0, I was
all set. I was going to be alone for the first 2 days, after which a
friend would fly in to Salt Lake City to give me company.
All packing was done and camping, cooking and music stuff went in.
Lately, I have been literally been living out of my backpack, so packing
for any travel is a non-issue.
I planned to camp near the north rim of the Grand Canyon that night,
which meant about 750 miles and 13-14 hours of driving. I planned to start at around 6
a.m., and as planned I left at 8.15.
The drive was quite easy and I could afford to drive continuously
without breaks since there wasn’t anyone else with me. California
around summer is usually not too scenic, and Nevada and Arizona are
just deserts. As I neared Las Vegas, driving became tough because of
the very strong winds, owing to the endless desert plateaus. I haven’t
been to Las Vegas, and have never felt like since I am not too much of
a city person, so a few snaps of Vegas and I continued on.
For the north rim, you enter Arizona from Nevada, then Utah and back
into Arizona. As I neared Arizona, the landscapes started changing for
the better, with canyons and rock formations all around. Most
photography happened from the car.
I reache the camground, around 45 mins from the north rim, at around 10
p.m., but my phone showed 11 p.m. and I figured out I was in a
different timezone, so I already lost 1 hour. I quickly pitched in the
tent, made some maggi noodles and was off to sleep at 12 a.m. The next day was
going to be long, so I planned to wake up at 6.
These are just some notes I wrote on the way during the coast to coast roadtrip. Read on. Other parts can be found on chronological order. Kindly forgive the writing, these were penned down on the way. Even by my low standards, I can vouch that it is written badly.
While I had been planning the C2C roadtrip for a few months now, it always used to end up at one roadblock – the vehicle. A rental car usually blows up the budget (as they charge ridiculous penalty amounts to drop off a rental car at a different location from the pick-up). Taking my car along wasn’t feasible either, as I was planning a one-way roadtrip.
This is when I discovered the rideshare community on Craigslist. I was being tested for H1 and quarantined in the U.S. for the length of the processing. Out of desperation, I posted an ad on Craigslist saying I was willing to drive if someone wanted their vehicle transported anywhere one the east coast. I got a couple of replies, and went ahead with a 2000 Isuzu Rodeo, as the vehicle was good and the owner and his son, to whom I had to deliver it, seemed nice people. After an initial meeting and a test ride, I had pretty much decided on the vehicle.
As for them trusting me, they did have a copy of my ID as a proof. But if I may be immodest, I usually find it easy to make people trust me. It also turned out cheaper for them, since I was paying for the gas, and wasn’t charging any amount, unlike other offers they had. This was only ethically fair according to me, since I just wanted a vehicle for the trip, and I would be taking quite a few detours on the way, so charging them for the gas wasn’t fair.
(Oh .. and a couple of days into the roadtrip, I got an offer to drive a 2008 BMX X3.)
With this, and the formal trip to the Golden Gate bridge on Day 0, I was all set. I was going to be alone for the first 2 days, after which a friend would fly in to Salt Lake City to give me company. All packing was done and camping, cooking and music stuff went in. Lately, I have been literally been living out of my backpack, so packing for any travel is a non-issue.
I planned to camp near the north rim of the Grand Canyon that night, which meant about 750 miles and 13-14 hours of driving. I planned to start at around 6 a.m., and as planned I left at 8.15. The drive was quite easy and I could afford to drive continuously without breaks since there wasn’t anyone else with me. California around summer is usually not too scenic, and Nevada and Arizona are just deserts. As I neared Las Vegas, driving became tough due to very strong winds, owing to the endless desert plateaus. I haven’t been to Las Vegas, and have never felt like since I am not too much of a city person, so a few snaps of Vegas and I continued on.
For the north rim, you enter Arizona from Nevada, then Utah and back into Arizona. As I neared Arizona, the landscapes started changing for the better, with canyons and rock formations all around. Most photography happened from the car.
I reached the campground, around 45 mins from the north rim, at around 10 p.m., but my phone showed 11 p.m. and I figured out I was in a different timezone, so I already lost 1 hour. I quickly pitched in the tent, made some maggi noodles and was off to sleep at 12 a.m. The next day was going to be long, so I planned to wake up at 6.
I am reposting Day 0 of the roadtrip. Other parts will follow in chronological order. Forgive the writing, these were penned down on the way. Even by my low standards, I can vouch that it is written badly.
With reference to my hikes and trips, I have often been asked if I was always the travelling kind. Truth is, I had hardly ventured out of my hometown, apart from a couple of family trips courtesy the LTC offered, until Feb. 2007. It all started on one fine weekend with an innocent trek to Bhimashankar, and since then I have been on the run. *All* my trekking and travelling experiences have been after that. This included about 6 months of trekking in the Western ghats of Maharashtra, where I literally used to leave for treks after work on Friday and reach in time for work on Monday. At home, they still claim that I had left home long before I actually flew to the U.S.Looking back at my time in the US, I never expected I would have gotten opportunities (some I got, some I grabbed) to travel, hike and ski to this extent during these last 2 years. I was on a vacation the last month and a half, which is why you saw recurring posts about hiking. I had almost decided that I had enough, but there was one thing I always wanted to do before getting back to the industry. A dream that everyone must have had the first time they travelled and saw this vast nation.A roadtrip from coast to coast.It began with a formal visit to the West Coast, the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco, about an hour ago and continues from tomorrow morning. On the way, I hope to visit many places, national parks, camp, meet people and have an experience to remember. I still have no idea what among those is going to be possible or feasible. No harm in trying though.The main factor on long trips is the company you share. I have gotten used to travelling alone and enjoy it immensely, except for those few times when having a great company makes the trip a lot more enjoyable, like the one to Colorado last month.Back to the earlier point, that is the reason I seldom ask friends to join me, and even if I do, it is always just a couple of them. For this trip, a close friend, V, will be flying in to Salt Lake City from Washington DC, where he lives. SLC is about 1/4th into the roadtrip, and we will have a few thousand miles to travel after that.V and I have played music together for around 6 years before we left for our respective masters. Both of us are good at many intruments, he far better than I. So apart from the usual gear, all the musical instruments that are lying around my room have gone into the vehicle. Nothing beats a musical journey, with someone who thinks at the same frequency (pun intended) when it comes to music.We have decided to abandon all hotels and inns and complete it on a shoestring budget. Instead, we will be camping and cooking on the way, whilst spreading the aroma of khichdi, dal/rice, pitla and maggi on the way.As of now, I am not sure how long I’ll be travelling, but it is going to be quite a bit.Meanwhile, so that the blog doesn’t die a natural death, a couple of friends have access to it and might post at leisure. I hope to continue posting from the road too.I will be updating my location frequently using Google latitude via the phone. If you’d like to keep a track, you’ll have to add my primary email address (which is my (last name)(first name)@gmail.com). It is a slight pain, but you just have to do it once. If someone knows how to make one’s location public, kindly share.That’s it for now, be good, be happy.
With reference to my hikes and trips, I have often been asked if I was always the travelling kind. Truth is, I had hardly ventured out of my hometown, apart from a couple of family trips courtesy the LTC offered, until Feb. 2007. It all started on one fine weekend with an innocent trek to Bhimashankar, and since then I have been on the run. *All* my trekking and travelling experiences have been after that. This included about 6 months of trekking in the Western ghats of Maharashtra, where I literally used to leave for treks after work on Friday and reach in time for work on Monday. At home, they still claim that I had left home long before I actually flew to the U.S.
Looking back at my time in the US, I never expected I would have gotten opportunities (some I got, some I grabbed) to travel, hike and ski to this extent during these last 2 years. I was on a vacation the last month and a half, which is why you saw recurring posts about hiking. I had almost decided that I had enough, but there was one thing I always wanted to do before getting back to the industry. A dream that everyone must have had the first time they travelled and saw this vast nation (although a friend still swears that this whole idea was originally his).
A roadtrip from coast to coast (cross country from West Coast to East Coast in this case).
It began with a formal visit to the West Coast, the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco, about an hour ago and continues from tomorrow morning. On the way, I hope to visit many places, national parks, camp, meet people and have an experience to remember. I still have no idea what among those is going to be possible or feasible. No harm in trying though.
The main factor on long trips is the company you share. I have gotten used to travelling alone and enjoy it immensely, except for those few times when having a great company makes the trip a lot more enjoyable, like the one to Colorado last month.
Back to the earlier point, that is the reason I seldom ask friends to join me, and even if I do, it is always just a couple of them. For this trip, a close friend, V, will be flying in to Salt Lake City from Washington DC, where he lives. SLC is about 1/4th into the roadtrip, and we will have a few thousand miles to travel after that.
V and I have played music together for around 6 years before we left for our respective masters. Both of us are good at a few intruments, he far better than I. So apart from the usual gear, all the musical instruments that are lying around in my room have gone into the vehicle. Nothing beats a musical journey, with someone who thinks at the same frequency (see the pun ?) when it comes to music.
We have decided to abandon all hotels and inns and complete it on a shoestring budget. Instead, we will be camping and cooking on the way, whilst spreading the aroma of khichdi, dal/rice, pitla and maggi on the way.
As of now, I am not sure how long I’ll be travelling, but it is going to be quite a bit.
Meanwhile, so that the blog doesn’t die a natural death, a couple of friends have access to it and might post at leisure. I hope to continue posting from the road too.
I will be updating my location frequently using Google latitude via the phone. If you’d like to keep a track, you’ll have to add my primary email address (which is my (last name)(first name)@gmail.com). It is a slight pain, but you just have to do it once. If someone knows how to make one’s location public, kindly share.
That’s it for now, be good, be happy.
With reference to my hikes and trips, I have often been asked if I was always the travelling kind. Truth is, I had hardly ventured out of my hometown, apart from a couple of family trips courtesy the LTC offered, until Feb. 2007. It all started on one fine weekend with an innocent trek to Bhimashankar, and since then I have been on the run. *All* my trekking and travelling experiences have been after that. This included about 6 months of trekking in the Western ghats of Maharashtra, where I literally used to leave for treks after work on Friday and reach in time for work on Monday. At home, they still claim that I had left home long before I actually flew to the U.S.
Looking back at my time in the US, I never expected I would have gotten opportunities (some I got, some I grabbed) to travel, hike and ski to this extent during these last 2 years. I was on a vacation the last month and a half, which is why you saw recurring posts about hiking. I had almost decided that I had enough, but there was one thing I always wanted to do before getting back to the industry. A dream that everyone must have had the first time they travelled and saw this vast nation (although a friend still swears that this whole idea was originally his).
A roadtrip from coast to coast (cross country from West Coast to East Coast in this case).
It began with a formal visit to the West Coast, the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco, about an hour ago and continues from tomorrow morning. On the way, I hope to visit many places, national parks, camp, meet people and have an experience to remember. I still have no idea what among those is going to be possible or feasible. No harm in trying though.
The main factor on long trips is the company you share. I have gotten used to travelling alone and enjoy it immensely, except for those few times when having a great company makes the trip a lot more enjoyable, like the one to Colorado last month.
Back to the earlier point, that is the reason I seldom ask friends to join me, and even if I do, it is always just a couple of them. For this trip, a close friend, V, will be flying in to Salt Lake City from Washington DC, where he lives. SLC is about 1/4th into the roadtrip, and we will have a few thousand miles to travel after that.
V and I have played music together for around 6 years before we left for our respective masters. Both of us are good at a few intruments, he far better than I. So apart from the usual gear, all the musical instruments that are lying around in my room have gone into the vehicle. Nothing beats a musical journey, with someone who thinks at the same frequency (see the pun ?) when it comes to music.
We have decided to abandon all hotels and inns and complete it on a shoestring budget. Instead, we will be camping and cooking on the way, whilst spreading the aroma of khichdi, dal/rice, pitla and maggi on the way.
As of now, I am not sure how long I’ll be travelling, but it is going to be quite a bit.
Meanwhile, so that the blog doesn’t die a natural death, a couple of friends have access to it and might post at leisure. I hope to continue posting from the road too.
I will be updating my location frequently using Google latitude via the phone. If you’d like to keep a track, you’ll have to add my primary email address (which is my (last name)(first name)@gmail.com). It is a slight pain, but you just have to do it once. If someone knows how to make one’s location public, kindly share.
That’s it for now, be good, be happy.
The mark of a great movie is that you discover new things every time you see it. During another viewing of the cult classic Andaz Apna Apna yesterday, I discovered something in this (click on this link or scroll to 7m 43s in the below video) scene. Until now, I had not noticed that Amar switches his beedi for the cigarette !! I just hope I am not the last one to notice this.
This might be lame for a regular person, but for a die-hard fan of AAA, this is huge !
Since there seem to be a bit of female readers at the blog, maybe they can confirm this better :
Women spend one year, four months of life in tears.
Teenage girls cry for around two hours and 13 minutes a week and, by their mid-20s, they will cry for as much as 2.24 hours a week after falling out with their partner, watching a weepy film or losing a loved one, reports The Daily Express. Researchers found from birth to the age of 78, she will be in tears for 12,013 hours.You can take your own time (and tissues) in getting back.Teenage girls cry for around two hours and 13 minutes a week and, by their mid-20s, they will cry for as much as 2.24 hours a week after falling out with their partner, watching a weepy film or losing a loved one, reports The Daily Express. Researchers found from birth to the age of 78, she will be in tears for 12,013 hours.
You can take your own time (and tissues) in getting back.
Update : One reader, Xeb, has confirmed. Come on now others, be good and admit it.
Continuing his dominance over the Dude of the Week title, Baba Ramdev has displayed exceptional WTFness and praiseworthy nonsense :
First, for suggesting that Sach ka Saamna is against .. wait for it .. Indian culture :
Joining the corus(sic) of voices criticising the reality show ‘Sach ka Saamna’, yoga guru Baba Ramdev today said there was no need to promote people who were “characterless”.
“By giving the impression that promiscuous behaviour and infidelity was common, such programmes are promoting these tendencies. In reality, a majority of the people of our country are not the kind that appear on the show,” he said.
Secondly, and more importantly and WTFly, for claiming that yoga can protect you from swine flu. A classic case of piggybacking (pun ?) on a current issue to further one’s agenda.
In honour of Baba Ramdev, who has been consistently maintaining his title here for a few weeks, I present some really bad jokes I came up with :
Q : Why did Baba Ramdev cross the road ?
A : Not crossing wouldn’t give him any media attention.
Baba Ramdev once walked into a bar. He then walked out as it was against Indian culture.
Q : How many Baba Ramdevs does it take to screw a bulb ?
A : None. He doesn’t use a bulb as yoga has a cure for darkness.
I am sure the readers can do better than this. Put your Himesh cap on and feel free to add your own.
After a gap of almost six months, I am eagerly awaiting the release of two Hindi movies, the first is called Quick Gun Murugan. Coming from Shashanka Ghosh, of Waisa Bhi Hota Hai – Part 2, I expect this to be another laugh riot, done intelligently.
The fecond, of courf, if from Vifal Bharadwaj. The early refuse are exfellent, fraised by foth ends of the intelligence fectrum, Raja Fen and Taran Adarf.
I’ve been following the H1N1 coverage in India very closely, and since I believe everything the media says, I request readers from Pune and Mumbai (especially ones with fever or cough) to stay away from the blog for a few days. This is for the safety of other fellow readers. If you still want to access it, I suggest using RSS feeds instead of personally visiting the blog. If you find yourself unable to resist the temptation of visiting, please wear facemasks.
