Ghumakkar's Diary

‘ Sir, wake up, it’s Victoria ’ some sort of voice-management, of course with due courtesy, and it banged on my ears again ‘ Sir? It’s Victoria, didn’t you want to get down here… ’ Fighting the universal conspiracy, I tried opening my eyes and listening to the conductor simultaneously,   yeaah multi-tasking ! ‘ Oh, yeah, thank you! Thanks !’ a formal smile, rubbed shoulders (it wasn’t crowded, I was yet sleepy) rubbing my eyes I stepped down of the tram. “ Wooo….Man! Where I am? This is not Kolakata, forget it, this is not even India !” I stepped down apparently from Kolkata Tramway at   Maidan   near Victoria Memorial, but it wasn’t the same. There was no   maidan , no typical Kolkata traffic, no Victoria Memorial and it was something else. Fishy! No it wasn’t fishy. I looked back at Tram, it wasn’t like Tram either. Highway 31 Bikers' Restaurant ‘ Have I had grass? No, neva! So, how did I disembark a metro when I picked up a tram an...

You are at Indiblogger Again an event on Saturday and so I won’t again be able to attend. I thought, and to just not let it high on me, didn’t think much. On Friday, I received Vinni’s call, reason was my bad backache. You know, when you don’t honor your grey hair and indulge in fantasies like playing football, you are ought to taste sprains, ligament tear, back pain and a lot many thing. I know I’m missing the issue, but you need to play to understand my feeling…huh… Whatever, apologizing Vinni, in midst of his pampering , for my inability to attend the #NokiaAppTastingBloggers ’ meet; I was caught red-handed. ‘ Abe it’s not on Saturday re , it’s on Sunday. Bandra would be far for you kyaa? Last time bhi you couldn’t attend the meet. Aa na is baar .’ I was like, ‘Sunday hai kyaa? Acha, pakka, am coming re’, opening Indiblogger ’s  #NokiaAppTasting Meet page, going through the schedule etc, I registered before we disconnect. Next thing I did was to cal...

Goa was on the cards when we planned it, but as the date of riding neared plan changed and changed a lot. I was a lonely rider on the NH 4, and wasn't sure about the place to stay on the first night of the ride. Goa isn't,  like , much of fun for an introvert like me ( yes introvert, else I would have been telling stories than writing ;) , and so I was all ready to stay somewhere in a roadside motel en route on the first night. Night before the ride, I received a  call from Vinni minutes after I posted about my ride on Bisons’ forum and twitter etc. He not only got me a room booked at Hubli with help of Mr Sanjay Hubli’s 99Cannons Bullet group but also advised to visit Gokarna especially Om Beach. As it told ( wrote ) earlier, riding alone I was way ahead of time and reached Hubli well before sunset. So, I replanned the plan again and took a right turn ( by actually turning left on NH 4 and then through an underpass ) towards Gokarna. Gokarna...