Kaudiyala: Paradise of Love!

Yes, it is truly a place where you and your lover will become one!

Although it’s just a village, it’s fresh and the scenery is breathtaking. Situated on the banks of the river Ganga, it is also a famous spot for rafting and other adventure water sports. So if you and your partner are daring enough, rafting can truly be an experience!

As you leave Rishikesh, and drive a little upwards you’ll come across a place called Byasi – Kaudiyala is a little further, at an altitude of 386 m. This heavenly abode is an absolutely quiet and ideal place, to let you unwind and enjoy nature’s beauty. Surrounded by dense forests, Kaudilya also gives oppurtunity to view wildlife in their natural habitat. Under GMVN and Uttaranchal undertaking, various river rafting courses are conducted here and you might also try to book their river-side camps and enjoy bonfire at night. But before taking your car keys and rushing to this place make sure you book – GMVN (Garhwal Mandal Vikas Nigam) Tourist Bungalow, which is a government run rest house for tourists. Since this place is always filled with guests securing a booking can give you some tough time. If the government part has begun to dampen your spirits – hold it!This resort is very unique and is beautifully located among huge mountains with the Ganga flowing just below the resort. You can walk for a few minutes and reach the beautiful beaches near the Ganga where, possibly, you would not find anyone else...

Just lie next to the river or take a dip, rest on sand or arrange an alcove party. It’s just too good! The food at the resort is yummy, fresh and hot. With river gushing in background, you can imagine how your stay will be an ultimate experience. Just sit in their gardens or in your room’s veranda and watch the river gushing right below you... It’s just awesome, believe me!

Where… Kaudiyala | Go there by... Take a train till Haridwar or hire a cab from home | Keep chasing... NH-58 | Stay at… GMVN Tourist Bungalow | Call for booking… 01378-262911 | ebook your room… GMVNL Website | Don’t forget to visit… Vashist Gufa, Ganga Beaches | Remember… The rooms don’t have TVs, N Veg is not available | Take along… warm clothes, medicines, umbrella, beach-party items, food, and booze!!

Underneath your clothes...

You're a song written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them...

Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story...

No, I'm not a fan of the sexy Spanish 'hip' shaking singer! I was just trying to co-relate her song with something and found it to be quite similar. Just notice the fourth and the fifth line of the song... and you'll know what I mean...

The other day I walked into a store for a few new 'under'clothes. There were thousands of little petite darling choices. I was flattered, but soon my thoughts shifted towards the MRP tag... and DAMN I had to take out my credit card!!

I remember my mother buying them for, as far as I remember, 40-50 bucks. But now it's just getting impossible by the day. I fail to understand how exactly do they price such a thing? Elastic, a lil' cloth, maybe some lace here, a bow there and there you go!

Since lingerie companies know people can't do without such stuff and most won't even argue when in such stores. They put a price tag at their own free will. I have seen miserable souls stove the money into the seller's hands and shoot out of the store in a huff... Yes, we can bargain while buying medicines nowadays... but for this I guess it'll take a lot more time...

Since you know such a great deal about what lies underneath clothes would you care to say... err sing... Shakira?

Brakes at NH-24; roads jammed since 4am

It's not holiday stupid, it's 'JAM'iday... As far as your eyes go...
It's 9.45 am on my watch right now and the scenery in front of my flat refuses to change. It's been like this since early 4 am today. The situation was so amusing it forced me to blog about it. I saw people getting thrashed, not less than three cars getting, trucks overpowering small-car owners... My Lord! What a day!! I started for office hoping some poor auto or rickshaw wala will help me but NO! They refused straight-away.... Uniformed children who got up early in the morning for school are playing in the gardens... must be very exciting for them... they look happy :-) Most office goers are loitering around hoping the NH-24 to clear-up!! I'm hoping so too. But what has caused it is strange. If there has been any accident too bad. Hope for the best.

Unsafe on the net

I always get tons of friend-requests and chat-requests in Orkut, Facebook and Gtalk, but I am an "I don't add strangers" kind of a person. There was a time when I used to talk to people, but over a period of time I understood it is a complete waste of time, money and energy. But one recent friend-request caught my attention, it said, "I will always be a stranger unless you talk to me!" So, talk to strangers so that he doesn't remain one? WTH?
This guy has been sending constant requests and his gmail id reads akash... sumthing sumthing @gmail. Now, as far as my memory goes, I never had many friends whose names were Akash. Although it is a very common name, in my life I have met only three Akashs', one was an office colleague at Hindustan Times Patna, another was a school friend and the third worked with me at MetroNow. I was sure I did not know this one. He kept on sending me requests and I kept denying them, wicked me.
Finally when I got the nth number request, I thought I should accept and see who the bugger was. I did and lo! I knew this person. I kept cursing myself, how could I forget everything about a friend who seemed to remember every single detail about me. It was so sweet of him. He then started telling me how much he is in touch with our common friends and that he has been tracking all that I do. He had each and every detail about me engraved in his mind. He kept talking and somewhere in the back of my mind I could not relate whatever he was saying.
I then started scrutinising, asking him things that all my friends know, but were not there on the community sites. I said, "Oh! You remember when we used to study when we were kids?" He got a little stuck, but nonetheless replied with crossed fingers, "Yah! Doon was a wonderful place." And I said, "Gotcha!! I have never even visited Doon school." He got flustered and started blabbering. When I asked from where he got my email id, he said "maybe from orkut". My next question had to be: what's your id there. To this he said, "I'm not there on orkut. I sometimes go there through my friend's id and get to know about different people."
This still did not clear one doubt: Where he got my id from? After much debate he disclosed that he copies emails from forwarded mails and then through a fake orkut id checks different profiles and enacts being a very close friend. So this is what this smart ass has been doing. Coping email ids from forwarded mails, searching them on the net, acting to be a close friend and then maybe finally even meeting up with those he succeeds to mislead. I was lucky enough and hope you will be careful with such jerks. I can just hope. Nah?