Trek to Shivagange

“Shivagange is a hill top which is about 1400 m above sea level. Clean air, good roads and beautiful rural scenery. The steps are carved out of the rocks to make the climb easy. There are metal railings along the steps to prevent a fall (should you feel the need to!). The 360 degree view of the landscape is breathtaking!“

Thus read the call for a trek to Shivagange in BTC (Bangalore Trekking Club).

On a chilly morning, we found ourselves awaiting the train to Dabaspet in the company of a dozen other enthusiastic people at the Majestic Railway station. The train picked us up at 7:45AM and deposited us in the quiet town of Dabaspet in a little over an hour. From there, we took an auto to the base of Shivagange Hill.

As any other mountain with a temple attached, Shivagange is also infested with monkeys and it is advised to keep the edibles inside the backpack you are carrying. Few moments after I entered the temple that leads up to the mountain, I felt a heavy load hitting my back pack. Instinctively I turned and threw my hands at whatever that was clutching the bag. Unknown to me there was a bottle of Maaza kept on the outer pockets of my backpack. My hands landed on the monkey’s face who was trying to snatch that bottle. He let go immediately and jumped to the ground. I was facing the monkey and waited for him to make the next move. But he kept staring at me. I think he was as shocked as I was by the turn of events. I kept the bottle inside the bag and continued on my way.

Shivagange Trek

For most of the trek, the vegetation is just shrubs and the sun was hitting on us hard. Refreshments are offered on the way up by local vendors. You have to be faster than the monkeys to gulp them down the throat.

 

Dumb Charade

The 12 of us were returning after a refreshing trek in the Sharavathi Rain forest last week in a Tempo Traveller. Since there was a load ride ahead of us before reaching Bangalore, we looked for ways to kill time.

“Dumb Charades,” Ruchin promptly suggested.

It would have been a great idea had we were on a bus rather than on a TT. The tempo was crowded with us, our luggage and the separation between seats was narrow for any person to stand and face the audience. Also the low ceiling of TT prevented anyone from standing erect for a long time.

We all looked at Ruchin sceptically. But he was the poster boy of confidence!

“Why? Why can’t we play Dumb Charades?”

Quieting our objections, he declared “I will start. Watch”

He stood up in his seat, which by the way was the last seat in the TT, and stared at us. It was difficult to see him as none of the lights were lit inside the TT. We could barely make out his form from the passing street lights.

We all stared at his still form silently wondering what he is upto.

After some time, he said “Don’t you guys get it?”

“No. What was the film?”

Beaming triumphantly, he said, “Khamoshi”.

Sighting a hooker

This post is not about how to sight a hooker but rather about what the sight of a hooker really is.

Last day while I was coming home after work, the bus stopped at the signal. It was a gloomy night and the mood inside the bus was light. Suddenly the men became excited. Their eyes flashed in the reflection of the street light.

Till that day I had never a seen a real-life hooker. The only experience I had was watching them in Hollywood films.

I followed the eyes of the men to find a tall fair curvy woman standing near the signal wearing a long blue gown which sparkled in the night light. A long slit extended from her toe up to waist revealing fair strong long legs. Her hair was tied up in a nice knot and was swaying from side to side like the tail of an elephant. (I am not sure if you can imagine her. You try seeing some Hollywood films.)

Suddenly she turned around to face the wall behind her and coolly removed the two strips of clothes supporting her chest to calmly rearrange them to a more provocative look. More than the sexual appeal, what attracted me was the sheer guts of that woman. I have never seen any woman so brave even to imagine such a thing. And there she was, standing uptight in the middle of the road, wearing no underwear.

Happy with herself, she turned towards the road expecting … someone for the night, I guess. The bus took the next curve taking the dejected men back to the sweet remains of a dreamy night.

I wished her a happy night.

Newspapers publishing reader photos

Newspapers conduct all kinds of contests. Only a few offer reader’s a chance to publish their own taken pics. Follow are the newspapers that conduct contests for users.

Mail your interesting captures to the following addresses:

Signs Of The Times : signofthetimes@timesgroup.com

Caught Snapping : caughtsnappingblr@gmail.com

Bangalore Moment : bangaloretalking@gmail.com

Bahujanam palavidham

(The post’s heading can be loosely translated in to the international language as: Diverse Populace)

Yet another episode of my take on Bengaluru and its ways. This time it is about its people. Being a metropolitan, it is a mélange of every flavor of India – colorful yet smelly!

It’s a place where:

– Conductors conduct money straight to their pocket; so are the policemen – bribery is in the open

– Dogs are morning walked – looking for a place to empty their little tummy – an unassuming human stay guard

– Even after selling only outdated goods, our local Supermarket still gets steady customers

– Morning jogging a sweet excuse for ogling girls

– Waiters showering girls with VIP care – it’s bad to be a guy these days

– Shouting into the cell phone – good enough to deafen people standing within 100 meter radius

– Earphones stuff people’s ears – even if nothing is being played on it

– Jagged clothing is considered cool

– Even if the traffic signal says wait, you just can’t stop from continuously honking the vehicle waiting in front of you.

– Peeing along public road – that habit came from dogs, I guess

– Jumping red signal is a passionate hobby

– Malls – a fashion parade ground

– A land of extras – everyone is hell bent on looting extra money for any service

– Bikers are just girl transporters – no respect shown / none received

– And of silly people like me :-)

Weekend getaways from Bangalore

An assortment of sites that provides crisp info on weekend getaways from Bangalore. (sorted in their order of usefulness)

Bangalore Mountaineering Club– treks on every weekend [Thanks to sudha]

Must See India – Bangalore

Traverge.com [Thanks to sudeep ]

Trekwiki

Bangalore Citizen Matters  [Thanks to manohar]

If you know any other sites which caters to this need, 
please share them in the comments

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How to rob a car awaiting traffic signal

Surprisingly it takes only three people.

I have been thinking a lot about this lately. How can I make use of BDA’s [Bangalore Development Authority] inability to fill my pockets? After a lot of sleepless nights, the tube light did glow in my brain.

Coming together is a beginning

You will need – a Distracter, a Snatcher and the Mark.

The person last mentioned brings you your meal. It is the job of the Distracter to engage the Mark busy over some absorbing conversation so that the Snatcher can snatch whatever he can from the Mark’s car.

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link

Choose your pieces carefully.

Distracter: Get a tightly build thug with whom no gentle man would ever want to get into a fistfight. Verbal swish-swash-ability is a must. At the very least, he should be capable enough to make loud noise.

Snatcher: Silent as a cat and swifter than a swift car. He is the finisher of this game, so it goes without saying that his fastness is vital.

Mark: Try to find a Mark as careless as possible; especially someone rich as well as careless would be ideal. Thinking this would be difficult? It is Bangalore, baby. Close your eyes and pick one. The roads are literally swarming with such people. Why rich? Because they will not bother to make a big fuss about their loss; should they realize it.

Keeping together is progress

Line of sight is a must – on and off the field. Abort at the slightest sign of trouble. An overall grasp on the proceedings can save a lot of hospital time.

Finally select a signal which is sparingly frequented by police.

We are good to get rich. Let’s roll.

Working together is success

Initial position:

Locate a car with only driver seat occupied and passenger window screen opened. When the signal is about to change to yellow [this timing need to be procured before starting the sting], Distracter approaches the Mark.

Confrontation:

BAM!” Bang hard on the trunk of the car. It should be loud enough to make even a deaf person jump in his seat. Wondering what is happening Mark will put his head out of the window. The moment he does that, Snatcher swoops in looking for his prey. It doesn’t matter what Distracter do here. Just make sure Mark’s head stay outside the window.

The Act:

Snatcher approaches and grabs whatever is valuable and reachable. Exit from the scene immediately.

Timing:

Don’t worry about the other cars and the people inside them. They will be busy honking the vehicles in front of them to get moving even though green signal is some seconds away. This is enough to make the Mark or anyone nervous enough to want to carry the car on one’s head and run. This ability of the people makes timing very important.

Dispatcher should distract the Mark when the yellow light starts to blink. Snatcher should be in a position to see when the Mark looks back. Snatcher would have almost five seconds to act. By that time, the signal would have turned green and the vehicles behind Mark would be making such a racket that he will be forced to get moving. All hands must exit the scene immediately. 

Congratulations. The joint is a success.
No wonder they say team work is the key to success!


Note: This is not a fictional plan. Nor is this one of my dumbest ideas. This is practicable and people are practicing this in the streets of Bangalore now-a-days. We became aware of this when my colleague lost his mobile to such a fix. Bangalore is for sure getting dirtier.
PS: The day they devise a plan to rob a biker on a signal would be the day Bangalore loses the last of its charm for me.

near death experience

yesterday i had a near death experience! like always i was late going to company. i ate from a local mallu restaurant nearby and walked at my leisure to the bus stop. since it was past ten i had no hope of getting a bus. why are you not asking me why?

ok. good.

now that you have asked, let me tell you that since BMTC is so preoccupied with sending buses only to Majestic, you can even call it a lucky day if you can find two buses to sivajinagar through audugodi in half an hour duration. yesterday was such a day for me.

i got into bus and took ticket. i seated myself besides a teen. I was busy taking note of the happenings on the road that suddenly I felt a object leaning against my leg. Looking down I found a box shaped like a suitcase; blue in color. idiot! i cursed the owner for leaving it against my legs. but suddenly a thought occurred to me. what if it is … a bomb? I remembered the casualties in bangalore months back in bangalore. what if this is another…

Suddenly a lot of things flashed in my mind — me bleeding to hell in the hospital, the things i wanted to tell my parents, the face of my gal friend (oops, sorry. read it as would-be-girl-friend) and lot of things that i have long forgotten. I can’t recollect what all went through me. for almost ten seconds i was lost in my thoughts. Suddenly i came back to my senses and realised that my beats are pacing up. Also little drops of sweat appeared on my forehead.

i thought i would freak out. my hands were tightly clutched. my entire body was vigilant. my senses became sharp. i prepped myself for any emergency should one come. it was the longest ten minutes of my life where i just sat there thinking about nothing in particular. lost in my thoughts. or was i thinking at all?

a dark boy was calling somebody in my direction. I looked up. It took sometime to register that he is calling the teen sitting to my left. He got down on the next stop carrying the box with him. It was their tool-kit! Silly me. I almost killed myself with high blood pressure.

silly me!