<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776</id><updated>2012-02-20T02:18:36.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Telegraph Road</title><subtitle type='html'>....with sand in my shoes....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3136696937185852330</id><published>2012-02-20T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T02:18:36.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Food:</title><summary type='text'>No, it’s not what you have eaten at the new French restaurant or the Biryani at the Muslim joint or even the sandwiches at the sandwich and juice counters in Town. The best food that you can ever taste is a simple home cooked meal in a village deep within India.Have you ever tasted hot Bajre ka roti with loads of ghee and jaggery on a cold winter day? Or simple kichhdi and zunka in the midst of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3136696937185852330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3136696937185852330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3136696937185852330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3136696937185852330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2012/02/bestest-food.html' title='Bestest Food:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-500871542122955714</id><published>2012-01-27T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:42:09.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 40:</title><summary type='text'>I think 90% of women have had a panic attack when they turned 30. For most, it’s a time of stalk taking of life and future planning. For whatever reasons, I never felt the need for all of that. Looking back, each decade was so markedly different.... like a book in parts.Teen age was full of fun, giggles, carefree days, tons of anticipation and deep innocent friendships. The 20s, as the saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/500871542122955714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=500871542122955714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/500871542122955714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/500871542122955714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2012/01/turning-40.html' title='Turning 40:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4351034759972717169</id><published>2011-11-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:18:41.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to be a traveler:</title><summary type='text'>Situation 1:Traveling through some narrow bad road in the hills of Madhya PradeshMe: Ohh…we forgot to take water.Co-traveler: We will buy a bottleMe: From where?Co-Traveler: Am sure we can get it here. (and points to a tiny pan/kirana store)We were crossing a small village which looked really poor and the pan shop seemed like the only shop there.Me: You think you will get a mineral water bottle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4351034759972717169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4351034759972717169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4351034759972717169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4351034759972717169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-not-to-be-traveler.html' title='How Not to be a traveler:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-7618563524775115826</id><published>2011-11-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:01:16.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea, Chai and its various cousins:</title><summary type='text'>That necessary morning cuppa, your travel memories on many a road trip, the energizer after a particularly tiring day or the calming effect after a stressful experience. A delightful way to spend time with a close friend or just sit alone with a hot cup looking out on a grey drizzling sky. What would life be without that cup of chai!Traveling across the country I have noticed that those 3 or 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7618563524775115826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=7618563524775115826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7618563524775115826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7618563524775115826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/11/tea-chai-and-its-various-cousins.html' title='Tea, Chai and its various cousins:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-806739787216419658</id><published>2011-10-06T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:01:22.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of  Khushi Khushi:</title><summary type='text'>“I proposed to two Czech girls on my way up but they were not interested. When I reached the summit, Krishna Patil was sitting there and as I was getting ready to propose to her on camera…the battery died.” Tapi Mra let out an infectious laugh. The diminutive Everester had a slight hunch and looked very unlike a mountaineer. We bumped into him at Itanagar's state museum where he had come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/806739787216419658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=806739787216419658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/806739787216419658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/806739787216419658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/10/land-of-khushi-khushi.html' title='Land of  Khushi Khushi:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-587505277638067750</id><published>2011-08-28T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:34:17.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food:</title><summary type='text'>Which seems almost non-existent in Bombay. And it took me 4 years to realize that. Anybody who comes to Bombay for the first time will think that people here are mad about food. Which is kind of true. Look at Bandra itself. There are eateries everywhere, in all possible lanes and by-lanes. Infact, one can go to a new restaurant in Bandra for every day of the year and still find some new places </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/587505277638067750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=587505277638067750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/587505277638067750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/587505277638067750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-food.html' title='Good Food:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8426192775066284723</id><published>2011-08-07T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:19:24.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Notes:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8426192775066284723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8426192775066284723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8426192775066284723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8426192775066284723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-notes.html' title='Random Notes:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8266953992023214628</id><published>2011-07-09T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:22:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will they go?</title><summary type='text'>I stared at the TV screen horrified by what I saw. Hundreds of villagers were running with lathis and shouting. Their target was a hapless leopard that had strayed into their village. The leopard was lynched, killed and triumphantly carried around. I quickly switched off the TV not wanting to see more. A couple of weeks later, similar news surfaced in the newspaper. An elephant that strayed into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8266953992023214628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8266953992023214628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8266953992023214628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8266953992023214628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-will-they-go.html' title='Where will they go?'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6894434907384239702</id><published>2011-06-26T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:29:57.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing:</title><summary type='text'>My mom complained over the phone how the weather had turned cyclonic and it was lashing outside non stop for hours. There was a power outage and everything had come to a standstill. My parents were back in their home town, a small sleepy hill station during its hay-days but a monstrosity in the make now. I told her that she should be glad that it’s naturally raining as it’s the monsoon unlike dry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6894434907384239702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6894434907384239702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6894434907384239702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6894434907384239702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/06/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5539768199557795034</id><published>2011-06-11T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:21:37.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.Zhivago, a love story?</title><summary type='text'>My father went on a collection spree recently – he bought many mo vies of yesteryears, classics like Ben Hur, Born Free, Robinhood, Sound of music etc. I had heard a lot about Dr. Zhivago since school days but never got around to see it until now. Russia is so Beautiful….sometimes I would press pause and just stare at the landscape. Omar Sharif as usual is good but the story left me disappointed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5539768199557795034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5539768199557795034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5539768199557795034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5539768199557795034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/06/drzhivago-love-story.html' title='Dr.Zhivago, a love story?'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8328922488159750905</id><published>2011-06-05T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:58:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm:</title><summary type='text'>The past few weeks have been a bit hectic preparing for an event. Sometimes traveling the entire length of Bombay twice over in a day, in the pre-monsoon hot muggy weather. Somewhere it dawned on me how far I have come since my hectic advertising days and felt so glad that its over and gone. Those days, I could handle 48 hours of non-stop work. Not any more. The event left me bone tired.The day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8328922488159750905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8328922488159750905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8328922488159750905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8328922488159750905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/06/rhythm.html' title='Rhythm:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8106564779602860595</id><published>2011-05-22T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:07:46.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments and Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>The music was getting louder by the minute. My friends and I were sitting in a restaurant which wanted to behave like a pub. Loud music, low lights, strange décor and stuffy air. It has been ages since I last went to a pub, so the atmosphere of this place was slowly getting to me. All I wanted to do was dash out into supposedly fresher air outside. I waited a few minutes.In those minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8106564779602860595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8106564779602860595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8106564779602860595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8106564779602860595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/05/moments-and-thoughts.html' title='Moments and Thoughts'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5506064838283646548</id><published>2011-05-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:25:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the Planet</title><summary type='text'>A friend and I were discussing causes when she mentioned that asked to choose a cause she would prefer to give first to education of children. Environment for her was least important; that these same educated children will save or conserve the earth later. I realized then that she voiced this mass preference aptly for the first time. People love children…nothing wrong with that….even the ad world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5506064838283646548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5506064838283646548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5506064838283646548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5506064838283646548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/05/saving-planet.html' title='Saving the Planet'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3126369764080076641</id><published>2011-05-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:11:54.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions: Part 2</title><summary type='text'>J&amp;K: Paradise on earth. And I consider myself lucky that I have visited both Kashmir and Ladakh at the time of its prime, i.e. when there were less violence and less human interference. It will kill me to see the state it’s in today. The taste of roadside kababs and radish chutney in Srinagar still lingers in my mouth. And needless to say, Ladakh has been a life changing experience….the highest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3126369764080076641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3126369764080076641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3126369764080076641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3126369764080076641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/05/impressions-part-2.html' title='Impressions: Part 2'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3052154587237204879</id><published>2011-04-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T08:47:25.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions: Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Rajasthan: A place of countless forts and stories of kings and princesses. The first taste of traveling with friends…way back in 1990 as part of a school trip. A time when the City Palace in Udaipur was still a palace and not a hotel. Hot and dry. Good looking bong guys. A trendy cotton printed skirt for Rs.30. A place as exotic then as it is now.Haryana/Punjab: Somehow I have never visited any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3052154587237204879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3052154587237204879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3052154587237204879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3052154587237204879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/04/impressions-part-1.html' title='Impressions: Part 1'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2131844468421539687</id><published>2011-03-20T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T05:51:28.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remote. Untouched:</title><summary type='text'>I believe the trees spoke to me. I believe there were fairies.We were traversing the pot-holed roads in the Maikal hills of western Chhattisgarh on our way to see the open cast bauxite mines of Balco (Vedanta). For years, neither the government nor the company had made any efforts to repair the road. Maybe intentionally. It was a road which only a truck could traverse. Other cars and vehicles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2131844468421539687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2131844468421539687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2131844468421539687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2131844468421539687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/03/remote-untouched.html' title='Remote. Untouched:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1686493309693085052</id><published>2011-03-02T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:23:57.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short conversation:</title><summary type='text'>While working in office, the phone rang and I happened to pick up the call.Boy: Is this so and so company? Can I speak to a program person?Me: What is it regarding?Boy: I want to come for an interview.I explained him our long process for interviewsBoy: But I am a MBA in Marketing, can’t I speak to a program person and check if there is any requirement?Me: If you are an MBA, what will you do in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1686493309693085052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1686493309693085052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1686493309693085052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1686493309693085052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/03/short-conversation.html' title='A short conversation:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5403393399571124424</id><published>2011-02-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:07:10.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaming the Ranns:</title><summary type='text'>Summer here would be scorching. Wherever you look, a treeless land stretches out into the horizon. But now it is full of shrubs....unusually green for this time of the year. And there are lots of ponds and water-bodies too filled with various types of birds. The weather is superb, cold in the morning and pleasant during the day. They attributed all this to the unusual amount of rainfall this year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5403393399571124424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5403393399571124424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5403393399571124424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5403393399571124424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/02/roaming-ranns.html' title='Roaming the Ranns:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1899070582852565325</id><published>2011-01-26T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:23:32.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony:</title><summary type='text'>The first thing that will strike you here is that people are happy and well off. Like that in neighboring Goa, the pace is unhurried and balmy. I was traveling to the interiors of Sindhudurg, a perfect green corner of the earth. Thankfully or not, its still hasn’t caught the fancy of travelers. The more I talked to people and observed around, the more I believed that it was utopia.It’s a region </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1899070582852565325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1899070582852565325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1899070582852565325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1899070582852565325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/01/harmony.html' title='Harmony:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1901316043609015200</id><published>2011-01-24T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:48:09.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far Still:</title><summary type='text'>The hills are thickly forested, so thick that even the villagers find it difficult to go in. It's green, dark and enticing, as far as the eyes can see. The sparkling afternoon sun is creating patterns on the forest floor. There is an orchard of flowering mango trees and the air is filled with the sweet heady smell of childhood and climbing to pluck raw mangoes. The night is chilly with a glowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1901316043609015200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1901316043609015200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1901316043609015200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1901316043609015200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-far-still.html' title='How Far Still:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2591491367129284691</id><published>2011-01-15T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:51:07.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rotten Apple:</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t want to start this year’s first post on such a note, but for the past few months it’s been screaming in my head. Not that I can do anything about it. Many have tried and many are still trying but it seems like a quagmire….you keep slipping into its murky depths.Our country, the proverbial rotten apple! All gloss and shiny to the outside world, but slowly eaten by worms inside. No, it’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2591491367129284691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2591491367129284691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2591491367129284691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2591491367129284691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2011/01/rotten-apple.html' title='The Rotten Apple:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5456415584523331596</id><published>2010-12-19T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:39:57.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Knowing:</title><summary type='text'>A couple of years back, my life seemed to have jolted to a stop mid-track. Changing tracks and getting back to a smooth speed took some time….but looking back I am happy that the jolt happened when it happened. Life seriously has strange ways of working!A lot happened in the last couple of months. It had everything the rest of the months put together did not have and I made a lot of discoveries </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5456415584523331596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5456415584523331596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5456415584523331596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5456415584523331596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-knowing.html' title='Of Knowing:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4621067579443007127</id><published>2010-11-26T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:48:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Friends:</title><summary type='text'>The two girls came and sat in front of me in the first class compartment. They squeezed themselves in between the kids sitting there. Both were thin....not like girls who would starve themselves to size zero. They did not seem to come from an affluent or even a middle class family and were barely adults. A thinnes arising from being too young and not eating much.Both sat next to each other, arm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4621067579443007127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4621067579443007127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4621067579443007127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4621067579443007127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Being Friends:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1589427433042369322</id><published>2010-11-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:14:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally happened!</title><summary type='text'>The thing I have been terrified of. One of the reasons I had avoided traveling by locals for a year after coming to Mumbai.I got stuck in the surging mass of hysterical women and could not get down at my stop. It so happened that I was at Mira road one day waiting for a Churchgate local at 6 in the evening. It was 20 minutes later that a Borivali slow came. Not wanting to waste time, I decided to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1589427433042369322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1589427433042369322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1589427433042369322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1589427433042369322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-finally-happened.html' title='It Finally happened!'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4486974392858720747</id><published>2010-10-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:48:21.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Traveler:</title><summary type='text'>Of the international type!I had heard stories about them but somewhere I always thought it might be a myth. They can’t be that bad in this day and age. And then I saw, hordes of them on my flight. Initially I could not figure out which category they belonged to – the workers or the very middle class travelers who are traveling for the first time. Upon close scrutiny I noticed that most of them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4486974392858720747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4486974392858720747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4486974392858720747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4486974392858720747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-indian-traveler.html' title='The Great Indian Traveler:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8775999540736953144</id><published>2010-09-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:05:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Smiles:</title><summary type='text'>The immigration officers looked grim, so did other airport officials. No smiles! I had thought that I will feel like a village-idiot-going-first-time-to-town. But at the Bangkok international airport, it was smooth sailing. My main fear always is not knowing how to operate hi-tech loos. Though friends had reassured me many times, I finally relaxed when I found the systems in the loo to be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8775999540736953144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8775999540736953144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8775999540736953144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8775999540736953144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/09/land-of-smiles.html' title='Land of Smiles:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-644266054147790076</id><published>2010-09-21T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:41:34.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefeated:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/644266054147790076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=644266054147790076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/644266054147790076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/644266054147790076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/09/undefeated.html' title='Undefeated:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3741208487594606819</id><published>2010-08-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:30:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water:</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those days when the rain just fell and fell without a stop. Sometimes heavy and sometimes light, subduing the sound of chaos in the city. My time travelling mind took another trip back to the small town in eastern India where I grew up. Monsoon there meant endless days of grey sky and non-stop drizzle. Like a thin wet sheet that covered everything. It drove people to stay home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3741208487594606819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3741208487594606819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3741208487594606819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3741208487594606819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/08/water.html' title='Water:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3006858913012947880</id><published>2010-07-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:41:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being:</title><summary type='text'>Growing old is Fun! Firstly I have become more un-social….and I am loving it! Earlier there was always this pressure of going out, meeting friends or basically just doing something. Otherwise it felt as if you were wasting your time. Well now…No More!I look forward to weekends purely with myself tucked away with so many books (there are so many to read and so little time!), old nostalgic music, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3006858913012947880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3006858913012947880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3006858913012947880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3006858913012947880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/07/being.html' title='Being:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4653478077262419927</id><published>2010-06-13T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:58:48.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homogeneity:</title><summary type='text'>I have often wondered how would one describe Bangalore, who are the people that make Bangalore the city it is. Like Delhi’s identity are the bureaucrats and the rich snobs, Mumbai is the city for dreamers which makes for a crazy eclectic mix, Calcutta is for the intellectuals (pseudo or otherwise) and Pune is for students. I couldn’t pinpoint Bangalore’s societal make-up until a recent visit.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4653478077262419927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4653478077262419927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4653478077262419927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4653478077262419927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/06/homogeneity.html' title='Homogeneity:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4148484459893257752</id><published>2010-05-23T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:32:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love unconditional:</title><summary type='text'>I laughed when I read Com. Dilip Donde’s comment about his constant companion ‘Mhadei’ (wonder if it’s an Indian name?). He says “Don’t think I’d be too off the mark if I said I am in love with her!” The first rejoinder that instantly popped in my mind was – man and his love for machines…so typically male!!But then I remembered with a heavy heart how much I loved my car. It still pains me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4148484459893257752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4148484459893257752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4148484459893257752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4148484459893257752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-unconditional.html' title='Love unconditional:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1992201081906038288</id><published>2010-05-05T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:25:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decoding the future:</title><summary type='text'>It all started off with an argument with A about the motormen going on strike and leaving people stranded. She was livid at the way they just stopped the trains mid track and people had to spend the night on the platform. I, for once sided with the motormen. In a country where mere notice or petitions does not work, what else can you do to make your needs felt? I don’t believe we are a poor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1992201081906038288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1992201081906038288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1992201081906038288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1992201081906038288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/05/decoding-future.html' title='Decoding the future:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-648546706292222345</id><published>2010-04-11T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:31:08.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know:</title><summary type='text'>You know you are in Delhi – when a person you hear mumbling behind you is passing lewd comments.You know you are in Mumbai – when a person you hear mumbling behind you (and not talking on a cell phone) is mumbling to himself about his plumbing problem or neighbor problemsYou know you are aging – when your (young) colleague tells you that he has seen the ‘Inzamam rushing to the spectators with his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/648546706292222345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=648546706292222345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/648546706292222345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/648546706292222345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know.html' title='You Know:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1228239321776080861</id><published>2010-03-21T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:16:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Coming:</title><summary type='text'>I have become a monster. Well, my sister, mother and a few close friends will tell you that I was always one. But I now have become the worst type…a cynical, cribbing and nagging type. I can only see the bad part of things. For example,It’s a good thing that’s there’s a sabzi mandi right outside my building but all that I see especially in the mornings is how bhajiwallahs spit and then lay down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1228239321776080861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1228239321776080861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1228239321776080861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1228239321776080861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-coming.html' title='Home Coming:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6010486070064900702</id><published>2010-03-01T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:27:37.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Brother:</title><summary type='text'>I have often wonderedIf you are there somewhereIf we will ever cross pathsIn this lifeI have often wonderedThat if we doWill you still be a brother to meOr just another general acquaintanceWho we meet and forgetI have often wonderedIf you know that I remember youWhen I am happyWhen I am melancholicAnd when I am just meBut something tells meThat you knowYou have always known</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6010486070064900702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6010486070064900702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6010486070064900702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6010486070064900702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-brother.html' title='To a Brother:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-136814609942445735</id><published>2010-01-29T01:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:52:49.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bit on Avatar:</title><summary type='text'>To come straight to the point, I loved it. Yes, the graphic, visual effects and imagination was great but that’s not the real reason why I liked it. There are 2 reasons. I am sucker for these human-like alien stories (I cried copious tears at Steven Spielberg’s ET even as an adult and loved the TV serial Roswell). I tend to get really carried away into these extraordinarily imaginative worlds and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/136814609942445735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=136814609942445735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/136814609942445735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/136814609942445735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-bit-on-avatar.html' title='My bit on Avatar:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4394270739119591849</id><published>2010-01-11T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:06:47.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long road to December:</title><summary type='text'>December is a month when even nature seems to be in a holiday mood. With the sun baking the earth and then the monsoon melodrama, winter is like a balm to the tired soul. I and my friends drove down to the Konkan coast along roads lined with happy shiny trees. The grass had turned yellow but it wasn’t dry yet, the sun was golden and light on the skin and the sky, a bright blue. And then came the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4394270739119591849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4394270739119591849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4394270739119591849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4394270739119591849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-road-to-december.html' title='The long road to December:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6929099864800842188</id><published>2009-12-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:23:11.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statutory Warning: (This post is highly opinionated)</title><summary type='text'>I have stopped sympathizing with the ‘poor’ – the city ‘poor’ at least. Over the past few months I have been to places and interacted with their lots. Firstly I fail to understand how these people can leave the wide open space of their village to come and live in such filth. Secondly I wonder how they can be satisfied with living in such condition. You give them opportunities but they will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6929099864800842188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6929099864800842188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6929099864800842188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6929099864800842188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/12/statutory-warning.html' title='Statutory Warning: (This post is highly opinionated)'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3698746118739371291</id><published>2009-11-28T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:31:34.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Train Journey:</title><summary type='text'>Bombay to Delhi:Uncle dressed like a politician, Aunty dressed like a politician’s wife – in all white. I look at them apprehensively. After an hour or so I relax.Well-dressed religious old man who instead of saying hello would greet everybody with ‘radhe radhe’. Was on his way to Mathura for a wedding, he informed me later.Local ‘chalti-kya-khandala’ type of guy who showed his machismo by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3698746118739371291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3698746118739371291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3698746118739371291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3698746118739371291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-indian-train-journey.html' title='The Great Indian Train Journey:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8032598784003949926</id><published>2009-11-04T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:02:29.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Truths and some Observations:</title><summary type='text'>I have a strange dilemma now. I live to travel but I don’t want others to travel. Now-a-days I go to places and don’t tell people about it. Reason? I had gone to Ladakh some 6 years back when there were very few tourists and no Indians. Blown over by its beauty, I recommended it to all my friends and other strangers as well. Now look what has happened. It’s becoming a mini Manali…tourists pouring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8032598784003949926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8032598784003949926' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8032598784003949926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8032598784003949926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-truths-and-some-observations.html' title='My Truths and some Observations:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-534998325742200693</id><published>2009-10-01T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:42:37.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day: Festivities</title><summary type='text'>The speakers started piling up a week in advance and being tested from different angles. I cringed. It meant 9 days of loud music at prime relaxing time. From day one to day eight the same music played out on these speakers….bad garba-style remixes of old bollywood songs. People would collect slowly in drab dresses and dance about in a circle right in the middle of the road…doing the same steps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/534998325742200693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=534998325742200693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/534998325742200693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/534998325742200693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-day-festivities.html' title='Just Another Day: Festivities'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1212407498755275199</id><published>2009-09-12T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:13:42.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Feet:</title><summary type='text'>The washed air sparkled in the dead of nightA half moon looked at me and whisperedThe melancholic wind tossed the whispered words aroundAnd blew it on my face, unaware of my reactionI felt the moon’s whisper rather than hear itSomewhere the hibernating senses rustledIt crawled slowly over my skinAnd settled deep in every pore The moon spoke of a word which smelt of FreedomOf roads that led to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1212407498755275199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1212407498755275199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1212407498755275199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1212407498755275199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/09/itchy-feet.html' title='Itchy Feet:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-7392001575537721064</id><published>2009-08-26T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:40:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Areas:</title><summary type='text'>M’s wife did her higher education from a university in the US. She told me about how the American economy used to promote consumerism by being in debt. ‘Credit worthiness’ is what they called it. One couldn’t get a loan until he (or she) had a good history of his credit card usage. Which meant that one was forced to do all shopping through credit cards….which in turn meant being in debt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7392001575537721064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=7392001575537721064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7392001575537721064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7392001575537721064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/08/grey-areas.html' title='Grey Areas:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-250458215381982561</id><published>2009-08-19T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:56:48.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost World:</title><summary type='text'>Aankhon mein jiske koi toh khwab hainKhush hain wohi jo thoda betaab hainZindagi mein koi, aarzoo kijiyePhir Dekhiye…..I am happy to find my perspective back….It’s been a long journey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/250458215381982561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=250458215381982561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/250458215381982561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/250458215381982561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-world.html' title='Lost World:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6936247925466816158</id><published>2009-08-09T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:58:26.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day: Train</title><summary type='text'>Most of the girls have their ear-phones plugged in, with the wires disappearing inside the purse, and staring blankly ahead perhaps lost in their own thoughts or just the music.One girl is standing and reading Sidney Sheldon’s Rage of Angels which she had picked up from a library. She’s a college student. I was in school when I had read that. Nice novel….nostalgia floods in remembering those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6936247925466816158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6936247925466816158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6936247925466816158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6936247925466816158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-day-train.html' title='Just Another Day: Train'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4953406237164258466</id><published>2009-07-22T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:22:13.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day:</title><summary type='text'>The din persists throughout the day, from the crack of dawn till well into the night. People, cars, autos and even trucks….going and coming non-stop like an ever shifting kaleidoscope. The old man drags his basket of bananas to a particular spot right outside the small temple. He insists on giving everybody a plastic bag. Couple of hours later, he’s gone unlike the middle aged woman sitting next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4953406237164258466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4953406237164258466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4953406237164258466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4953406237164258466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6444812472317442324</id><published>2009-07-11T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:50:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Traits:</title><summary type='text'>After almost two years, I have finally mastered the art of that imperceptible nod that everybody uses here to say a yes or a no. A quick nod by the autowallah or the taxi driver tells you whether you should get in or not. As a new comer I could barely notice the nod leave alone understand its meaning, asking them twice and staring at their faces to get an audible yes or no. The same nod is used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6444812472317442324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6444812472317442324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6444812472317442324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6444812472317442324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-traits.html' title='City Traits:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1617966074132552479</id><published>2009-06-09T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:13:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Living:</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder where this city is headed to. In the night, with a glittering city-line one can be fooled to believe that it resembles Manhattan. Listen carefully and you can hear the city groan and creak under the strain. I look at all those tall buildings sprouting like mushrooms everywhere, but there is not a single one where we can stay.I thought we had a decent budget for getting a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1617966074132552479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1617966074132552479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1617966074132552479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1617966074132552479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-and-living.html' title='Life and Living:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6180340740104528304</id><published>2009-05-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:30:35.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand Corrected:</title><summary type='text'>C said that the most beautiful view in the world is to see the snow peaks on a full moon day. The range turns absolutely blue and sparkles in the silvery light. I was jealous of C. This was his first visit to the mountains, yet he has seen this fantastic sight. I, on the other hand have been to the Himalayas so many times but never ever seen such a sight. Even on this visit to Kumaon, the summer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6180340740104528304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6180340740104528304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6180340740104528304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6180340740104528304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stand-corrected.html' title='I Stand Corrected:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8897647353485806217</id><published>2009-04-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:18:57.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Apart:</title><summary type='text'>Recently I got a chance to volunteer for an organization dealing with wildlife conservation and community development. One of their ways to gain trust of the villagers is to conduct medical camps in villages inside and outside the forest area. Medical camps in villages within the forest are exciting. Not only you get to experience the forest at close quarters but also see the effects of human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8897647353485806217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8897647353485806217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8897647353485806217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8897647353485806217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-apart.html' title='World Apart:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8903640030926843683</id><published>2009-03-05T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:54:25.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel:</title><summary type='text'>There is a big park just a stone’s throw away from my apartment. Parks are an anomaly here…and big parks, a miracle. So it’s not a big surprise that it’s always teeming with people, morning noon or night. I am not a morning person when I am in the city…its like waking up to chaos. I like to see the chaos settling down to silence….so I like walking in the night here. Though there are still a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8903640030926843683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8903640030926843683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8903640030926843683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8903640030926843683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/03/parallel.html' title='Parallel:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2799004083803779135</id><published>2009-02-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:24:48.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commi Caper:</title><summary type='text'>It felt like a typical bollywood story. Twins separated at birth. Both looked the same, believed in the same ideologies, ate the same things. The only difference was that while one liked coconut, the other had taken to mustard. And of course, their outlook on women. Also like a typical story, one had become rich, while the other struggles to keep the head above the water.Just remove a few coconut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2799004083803779135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2799004083803779135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2799004083803779135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2799004083803779135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2009/02/commi-caper.html' title='The Commi Caper:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3584362159808366320</id><published>2008-12-29T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:46:22.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short story:</title><summary type='text'>The music had lain there for years, forgotten. Now she looked at it trying to remember why she had not listened to it in so many years. She switched it on. The tunes floated inside her brain, engulfing her in its haunting warmth….traversing down every cell in her body. And then it reached her heart.It felt like she was struck by a hammer. She doubled over; her arms going around herself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3584362159808366320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3584362159808366320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3584362159808366320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3584362159808366320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-story.html' title='A short story:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6029573154584186863</id><published>2008-12-23T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:46:43.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A breather:</title><summary type='text'>From the unpredictability of this city and life itself.A little road trip to a forest, a hill station, to a bit of history and finally to a golden beach.We had initially planned to go by train but the 26-11 incident changed all that. So we decided to brave a 14hrs drive to Dandeli in the north of Karnataka. And it was this decision that made the trip such a memorable one.Taking only two breaks – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6029573154584186863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6029573154584186863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6029573154584186863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6029573154584186863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/12/breather.html' title='A breather:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6799590661096071455</id><published>2008-12-12T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:11:50.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons:</title><summary type='text'>It was a gentle day. The train whizzed past. A piece of paper caught the gust and rose high up in the air waltzing to its own tune.The sun, low on the horizon peeped thorough the palm leaf and turned my living room golden. The leaf swayed with the wind and the sun danced on the wall. A stray ray caught my lashes and the world got speckled with gold dust.The warmth…. played hide and seek with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6799590661096071455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6799590661096071455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6799590661096071455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6799590661096071455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons.html' title='Reasons:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5298582078543481216</id><published>2008-11-29T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:30:13.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I matter?</title><summary type='text'>Something has snapped. Not just in me, but my friends, neighbors, the whole of Mumbai…and perhaps the whole of the country. Everybody knows that this time, it was different…..very very different. Stretched too far, even an elastic loses its resilience…..we are human beings after all. This time, we know that we Never were and we Never will be safe. That our leaders have bled the nation and sold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5298582078543481216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5298582078543481216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5298582078543481216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5298582078543481216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-matter.html' title='Do I matter?'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-7574740079808531392</id><published>2008-10-30T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:15:33.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe:</title><summary type='text'>There’s a crow which lives on the tree just outside my living room window. He knows he’s different. Because I often find him spending time clearing his throat, making strange guttural sounds and then cawing in his own peculiar manner. He sounds like a teenager whose voice is just breaking. He keeps cawing continuously trying to sound normal like the other city crows. I feel bad for him….. ‘cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7574740079808531392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=7574740079808531392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7574740079808531392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7574740079808531392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe.html' title='Maybe:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1121365603143915312</id><published>2008-10-16T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:49:35.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghayal Nagar:</title><summary type='text'>An apt sign which I saw behind a truck one night. Wounded city. That’s what I would call Bombay now. Infact for that matter, most cities in India now. Wounded time and time again. Survive, rebuild and then get wounded again. Sometimes I wonder, how long till one gives up and lay waste.I once took a local at 6 in the evening. I looked at the watch and panicked. Wasn’t this the time when the train </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1121365603143915312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1121365603143915312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1121365603143915312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1121365603143915312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghayal-nagar.html' title='Ghayal Nagar:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1298003975955388111</id><published>2008-09-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:50:20.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild – 2:</title><summary type='text'>http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html (hyperlink not working)I saw the movie by Sean Penn a few months back – out of curiosity. Good effort because he did manage to capture almost all details of the book. But can anyone really explain in just an hour and a half exactly what Chris McCandless was all about…..his passion, his beliefs, his soul?Hence I find it strange when I hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1298003975955388111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1298003975955388111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1298003975955388111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1298003975955388111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/09/into-wild-2.html' title='Into the Wild – 2:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4996403719114776164</id><published>2008-08-10T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:24:32.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search:</title><summary type='text'>It wasn’t my illusionThe OasisI saw it, I felt itI surrendered my weary soulIt showed me the reasonAnd my HavenI wanted to touch itThe OasisI did touch itBut a blinding mist, so thickIt permeated through my skinTo the very soulI lost my dreams and my reasonI lost my truth and also my HavenI lost my pathAhead or behindAnd in losing all, maybe I’ll findA life that can finally be mine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4996403719114776164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4996403719114776164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4996403719114776164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4996403719114776164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-search.html' title='In search:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2647653944868026852</id><published>2008-07-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:59:05.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Ad) Venturing Out:</title><summary type='text'>Like any other non-Mumbaiyya, I am scared of the locals. For almost a year, I resisted vehemently to any suggestions of trying it out even once. So in the strange way that life operates, I am thrown in a situation where I am forced to travel partially by the locals. And strangely still I am kind of warming up to it.I have learnt which trains to take in order to avoid that mad rush; how to figure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2647653944868026852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2647653944868026852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2647653944868026852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2647653944868026852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/07/ad-venturing-out.html' title='(Ad) Venturing Out:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6835908519342047439</id><published>2008-06-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:09:27.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Limited:</title><summary type='text'>However little I have experienced of it, the monsoons is a completely different way-of-life here. With the heavy pre-monsoon rains, there was a flurry of activity all around. Everybody including me ran to buy the rain essentials – umbrella, wind cheater coz your umbrella would be blown off by the wind and floaters so that you can walk without any worry. There was an easy camaraderie among people…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6835908519342047439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6835908519342047439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6835908519342047439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6835908519342047439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/06/monsoon-limited.html' title='Monsoon Limited:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6193452821629015827</id><published>2008-06-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:20:19.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.....</title><summary type='text'>My friend R’s philosophies - contd:There are some things money can buy; others things are obviously not worth it.On hindsight, if yesterday is always better than today, are we then headed for a grand catastrophe?Seen, Read or Heard somewhere:Life – Dream = JobThere is pleasure sure...In being mad, which none but madmen know.Just remember. If this world didn’t suck, we would have all fallen off by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6193452821629015827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6193452821629015827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6193452821629015827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6193452821629015827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.....'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5592666481578206824</id><published>2008-05-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:42:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks:</title><summary type='text'>I don’t look forward to the future. I am comfortable with the present. But it’s the past that makes me stay grounded. A quick break back to Delhi helped me reign in the directionless thoughts and clear a few cobwebs from my mind. It’s that time of the year when the brilliant orange gulmohars starts fading and the sunny yellow alamtas brighten up the roads. The heat during the day was stifling but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5592666481578206824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5592666481578206824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5592666481578206824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5592666481578206824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaks.html' title='Breaks:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4157574578177729794</id><published>2008-05-05T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:16:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Chronicles: Contd.</title><summary type='text'>It’s almost nine months now….and I’m finally warming up to Bombay and living on my own. Random people still ask me the same question….which is better, Delhi or Bombay….and I still give them a clichéd answer about traffic and infrastructure and people and all that blah.Over the months, my reactions to this city have mellowed. I have stopped comparing everything to what it’s like in Delhi. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4157574578177729794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4157574578177729794' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4157574578177729794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4157574578177729794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/05/mumbai-chronicles-contd.html' title='Mumbai Chronicles: Contd.'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6440178023018501391</id><published>2008-04-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:27:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colour of my Love:</title><summary type='text'>I had just finished my 12th Boards and had two months of pure freedom before the results catapulted life into an unknown territory. My father had been posted at the then summer capital and home-town for a year; so my mom and I packed our bags and left my childhood town for good to join him there.The quarter that my father had got was almost at the outskirts of the town and very few families lived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6440178023018501391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6440178023018501391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6440178023018501391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6440178023018501391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/04/colour-of-my-love.html' title='The Colour of my Love:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3055007890664978812</id><published>2008-03-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:43:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophies:</title><summary type='text'>I have come to realize just how cathartic cooking can be. When your mind is fucked up and you cannot make any sense out of life, when friends lovingly try to comfort you but don’t exactly understand you...then the best thing to do is cook. The chopping, cleaning, grinding seems to take away all the anger, the anguish and the pain. By the time you finish making that last chapatti, you realize that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3055007890664978812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3055007890664978812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3055007890664978812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3055007890664978812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/03/philosophies.html' title='Philosophies:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1563523153938186896</id><published>2008-02-24T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:52:12.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments:</title><summary type='text'>I’ve always wanted to cycle down an empty road with the mountains in the distance and along a rolling meadow…perhaps picking wild flowers on the way. When I went with J and a group of fellow enthusiast to cycle in the interiors of villages near Malshej Ghat, I realized that reality was not that easy or romantic. The gently undulating road passing through stretches of yellowed field with the hills</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1563523153938186896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1563523153938186896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1563523153938186896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1563523153938186896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/02/moments.html' title='Moments:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2852210646697932150</id><published>2008-02-07T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:58:39.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Romance:</title><summary type='text'>I love it when the days are bright and sparklingly sunny; the sky a perfect blue with not a single puff of cloud. And the wind so freezing that it opens every nerve cell in your body. The Earth seems happier, the people brighter, thousands of stars light up the night sky and the moon's light is razor sharp. There’s a strange hope in every heart and a twinkle in every eye… Happiness takes on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2852210646697932150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2852210646697932150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2852210646697932150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2852210646697932150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-romance.html' title='The Winter Romance:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4342571665613550673</id><published>2008-01-27T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:24:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and I:</title><summary type='text'>The driver of the taxi was an elderly Muslim. I wanted to ask him what he thought of Tata’s Nano but somehow the conversation digressed to religion. He told me of an instance where God saved him from certain death when he was caught by a rioting mob. His faith in his God was unbroken.His faith reminded me of an incident that happened almost a decade ago. I did not have a car or a mobile phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4342571665613550673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4342571665613550673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4342571665613550673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4342571665613550673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-and-i.html' title='God and I:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4398247550305799606</id><published>2008-01-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:27:24.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a notion:</title><summary type='text'>Not too long back in the past, there were a group of people called ‘Explorer’. Now you don’t find any. Only ‘Internet Explorer’. Does that mean that there are no more new things to find, no more unheard places to explore?Has the earth been finally owned?________________________________________________________Something broke within me the moment I read about the Juhu New Year incident. I had felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4398247550305799606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4398247550305799606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4398247550305799606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4398247550305799606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-notion.html' title='Death of a notion:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8822557484975396081</id><published>2008-01-01T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:06:24.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High and higher!</title><summary type='text'>Hone hone de nasha, khone khone ko hain kyaEk saas mein pee ja, zaara zindagi chadhaHai yeh toh ek jashan, tu thirakne de kadamAbhi saanson mein hai dam, abhi chalne de sitamHappy New Year, Folks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8822557484975396081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8822557484975396081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8822557484975396081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8822557484975396081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-and-higher.html' title='High and higher!'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4241498499367251155</id><published>2007-12-30T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:33:45.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of many cities:</title><summary type='text'>Bangalore: The city was sparkling silver and gold from above when the flight landed at 3 in the morning. It was a hurried visit to the city – a city which reminded me of Delhi, with its bunglows, parks, tree lined roads and even the over-charging auto-wallahs. All my closest friends, childhood friends, friends whom I’ve know for more than 30 years…are now there….so getting a chance to spend my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4241498499367251155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4241498499367251155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4241498499367251155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4241498499367251155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/12/tales-of-many-cities.html' title='Tales of many cities:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3543777265422365911</id><published>2007-12-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:09:47.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or Something like that:</title><summary type='text'>God is cheeky. He will make you struggle, test your patience time and again, take you to thousands of crossroads, push you down stiff cliffs, makes you write chapters for which you can find no meaning – but He ultimately gives you what you want.Sometimes waiting and struggling makes the whole point of getting ‘it’ lose its meaning, sometimes you are dead tired and can manage only a smile at your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3543777265422365911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3543777265422365911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3543777265422365911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3543777265422365911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-or-something-like-that.html' title='Life or Something like that:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-7026287184039227048</id><published>2007-11-28T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:45:53.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey’s beginning:</title><summary type='text'>I was bone-tired. I had to Get Out. My friend S suggested Kamshet. Lots of people suggested other places. Some said it will be too hot at this time of the year. I said – Let’s just Go!So after getting up in the wee hours of one Sat morning, four of us hurriedly left the city behind. A flat tire just in the beginning of the journey did not mar anybody’s spirit.  A very bumpy 10km drive inside from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7026287184039227048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=7026287184039227048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7026287184039227048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7026287184039227048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/11/journeys-beginning.html' title='A journey’s beginning:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1689653719497322245</id><published>2007-11-15T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:10:56.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old City:</title><summary type='text'>I finished work late today and was standing outside my office waiting for a cab to come by. The road was comparatively deserted. One cabbie pulled up but then refused to go where I wanted to go. After saying no, he immediately got out and waved to one other cab for me. Some two more taxis stopped. He made sure that I took the one which was standing there for a long time waiting for a passenger.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1689653719497322245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1689653719497322245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1689653719497322245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1689653719497322245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-old-city.html' title='Good Old City:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5510018530030519369</id><published>2007-11-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:29:40.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just:</title><summary type='text'>One junior person in my team listens to ‘re-sung’ versions of old Hindi songs. Kumar Shanu-singing-Kishore Kumar-types. She thinks its original and keeps asking me how I could make out that it’s a ‘fake’!!The juniors look at me strangely when I tell them that I like old Hindi and English numbers.Another junior person wants to get rich fast. He keeps repeating ‘I have to earn money fast.’ He’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5510018530030519369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5510018530030519369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5510018530030519369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5510018530030519369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/11/just.html' title='Just:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6023339110614478314</id><published>2007-10-25T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:34:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour of Paradise:</title><summary type='text'>I don’t like talking about movies here…because it’s a very personal preference and I don’t like raving or ranting about any. Let each people decide.But a week ago, I saw an Iranian movie ‘Colour of Paradise’….a story about a blind boy. It’s not the story that I want to talk about. It’s the way the director has understood and captured the beauty of nature. Fresh, real and so beautiful that your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6023339110614478314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6023339110614478314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6023339110614478314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6023339110614478314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/10/colour-of-paradise.html' title='Colour of Paradise:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8252108968249011436</id><published>2007-10-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:24:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Odyssey years:</title><summary type='text'>Most festivals have lost its charm on me. I rather stay at home than participate. Thankfully my parents have let me be…never forcing anything down my throat in the name of tradition or religion. Till the time I was with my parents, going for the Asthami Pushpanjali seemed more like a duty than any other sentiment. However, this Puja I not only wore a new dress but made efforts to go out and give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8252108968249011436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8252108968249011436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8252108968249011436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8252108968249011436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/10/odyssey-years.html' title='The Odyssey years:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8419658742590269688</id><published>2007-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T13:05:00.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets:</title><summary type='text'>Surprisingly I haven’t seen any cows on the streets here. Weaving through herds, being attacked by bulls, road-blocks by an entire family, lost calves…. were the ways of life in Delhi. A bovine-free road seems like a foreign concept to me. Come to think of it, with so many open fields, trees, parks and weekly vegetable markets, they have a field day there….out here they would probably be run over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8419658742590269688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8419658742590269688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8419658742590269688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8419658742590269688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/10/snippets.html' title='Snippets:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8162301472287682624</id><published>2007-10-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:37:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out:</title><summary type='text'>I had to get out of the city, the chaos of everyday life. So despite little sleep the previous night, I headed out to the shayadri with a bunch of people early in the morning. We turned away from the highway and stopped in front of a charming little village. J showed us the formidable looking hill in the distance that we had to climb. Looking around I saw many strangely formed hills shrouded in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8162301472287682624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8162301472287682624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8162301472287682624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8162301472287682624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/10/stepping-out.html' title='Stepping Out:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-5150777398956095384</id><published>2007-09-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:48:27.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions:</title><summary type='text'>The city is a remarkable sight from high up in a plane. Tall buildings sprouting in various directions….and the rest of the area filled with slums. Not an inch spared….it seemed that more people lived in the slums than in proper buildings. In a city so expensive, just how do they manage to survive?Travelling within the city, I was amazed to find that most buildings were as ancient as life itself…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5150777398956095384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=5150777398956095384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5150777398956095384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/5150777398956095384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/09/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-3260449966505634120</id><published>2007-09-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:56:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming?</title><summary type='text'>I was standing on my balcony late in the night looking down at the vacant plot where my dearest car had stood for the past few years. I felt that slight nip in the cool breeze. It might have just been my imagination but I wanted badly to feel that welcome nip in the air. The afternoons already had mellowed feel to it, with a definite promise of the coming winter.I love this season….autumn in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3260449966505634120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=3260449966505634120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3260449966505634120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/3260449966505634120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming?'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-895014481196747410</id><published>2007-08-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:39:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Chronicles II</title><summary type='text'>Mumbai’s street food has me drooling. I am dying to try out all the stuff at various places in the city. The only thing restricting me is my slowly recovering system which is used to the air and water of Delhi and not the spicy food of this place. Even then I can say that the food concept of this city never fails to amaze me.The sweet, spicy and heavy Dabeli from (as per my friend C) the G-spot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/895014481196747410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=895014481196747410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/895014481196747410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/895014481196747410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/mumbai-chronicles-ii.html' title='Mumbai Chronicles II'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6953542220901163795</id><published>2007-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:06:17.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Chronicles – I:</title><summary type='text'>Its newness had long faded off…perhaps it was only in my mind. My reaction to the city now is more like slowly getting acquainted to a person after the freshness of the first meeting wears off. The subtleties, the pros, getting around the cons, slowly trying to pry its very soul and understanding its reaction to me.I had perhaps come with an image of a city which had charmed me so much some ten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6953542220901163795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6953542220901163795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6953542220901163795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6953542220901163795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/mumbai-chronicles-i.html' title='Mumbai Chronicles – I:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-7054675567413110587</id><published>2007-08-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:30:35.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning:</title><summary type='text'>Read in a newspaper today.MF Hussain when asked what he felt about his exile, said:"Jab raat ho aisi matwali ,toh subah ka aalam kya hoga!"Now that is what i call being romantic.Yes, it all makes sense now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7054675567413110587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=7054675567413110587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7054675567413110587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/7054675567413110587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/morning.html' title='The morning:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8109784302021954084</id><published>2007-08-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:02:29.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemist:</title><summary type='text'>My friend C indulged me. I wanted to walk down the Worli Sea face in the evening. We walked and we talked. The sea was grey and angry. The sky even darker. The wind sprayed the salt water across the road. I enjoyed having aloo-sandwich and coffee and watching the city’s skyline through the grey mist. We made a pact to come here often for walks.I used to love the sea once upon a time. I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8109784302021954084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8109784302021954084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8109784302021954084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8109784302021954084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/alchemist.html' title='Alchemist:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1382234253043563992</id><published>2007-08-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:45:17.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival:</title><summary type='text'>I looked out the plane window and saw a massive grey wall ahead. Even before the pilot could announce the bad weather, I braced for a tumble. The plane hit the first cloud-bank and shuddered and swayed. Looking out, a thought crossed my mind – that I had never told anybody that I want my ashes to be scattered in the snow-peaks of the Himalayas when I die. What if its now and they never knew?I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1382234253043563992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1382234253043563992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1382234253043563992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1382234253043563992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrival.html' title='Arrival:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-997077840074365857</id><published>2007-08-04T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:46:45.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ongoing story:</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, there was little girl who loved to stay in her own world, away from everybody. Some years later life introduced her to two ‘best friends’. They were very close and played together, lunched together, stayed near each other and giggled endlessly. The school however had a system of shuffling students when a new year began. One year all the girls were together; while in other years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/997077840074365857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=997077840074365857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/997077840074365857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/997077840074365857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/08/ongoing-story.html' title='An ongoing story:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4299660695734086252</id><published>2007-07-29T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:11:43.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic yet again:</title><summary type='text'>The rains finally came in the afternoon. When it rains in my part of the city, it means that the whole city and surrounding area are also rain-soaked. For the past few days, dark clouds used to gather and then blow away leaving this part high and dry. I stood outside on my balcony and felt the rain streaming down my out-stretched arms. The song ‘O meri jaan’ from the movie Metro playing in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4299660695734086252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4299660695734086252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4299660695734086252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4299660695734086252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgic-yet-again.html' title='Nostalgic yet again:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1060166443836923116</id><published>2007-07-18T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:59:36.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few drops of Rain:</title><summary type='text'>I tried to paint a pictureOver the yearsOf hills and treesRolling meadows, cottony cloudsA little cottage and river running byThere were daisies, poppiesAnd perhaps daffodilsWhich I would pick on the wayAnd give them awayHow I wish it would rainHeavy, grey and coldRough against my skinSo cold that it would seep inside my soulAnd I would stand in that rainTill it washed that canvas cleanI’ll give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1060166443836923116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1060166443836923116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1060166443836923116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1060166443836923116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-drops-of-rain.html' title='A few drops of Rain:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-191097538061277865</id><published>2007-06-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:53:06.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Encounter:</title><summary type='text'>It was almost 2 decades ago. 1989. I had just finished my 10th Boards. I was happy, considering that I had started preparing for my exams only a month ago and the fact that I had completely forgotten about ‘Civics’ in my ‘History and Civics’ paper. My father then announced his plan to take us on a vacation - to Kashmir. The paradise Kashmir…of the Bollywood fame before Bollywood shifted westwards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/191097538061277865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=191097538061277865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/191097538061277865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/191097538061277865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-encounter.html' title='The First Encounter:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-6534604647461832320</id><published>2007-06-13T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:06:16.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Few Days….:</title><summary type='text'>45 degrees in the city, 49.5 degrees in the airport, the house feels like a pressure cooker, outside its like a blast furnace, nights are like the blast furnace has just been switched off, hot water from the tap in the morning, boiling water from the tap at noon, sweat dripping from the folds of the elbow, knee and neck, face itching constantly, my medicated gel toothpaste is now melted and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/6534604647461832320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=6534604647461832320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6534604647461832320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/6534604647461832320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-few-days.html' title='The Past Few Days….:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-4848295993363341844</id><published>2007-06-05T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:55:37.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bombay Blues:</title><summary type='text'>Life and luck is westwards…so they say. Hence I decided to try my luck there too. Couple of weeks ago, I found myself in Mumbai, ready to take on the city and explore life there. Not as a tourist or a professional visiting the city on work. Those were safe times and days….but this time as a beginner.The sights and smell were familiar but everything else seemed different now. Too many people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/4848295993363341844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=4848295993363341844' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4848295993363341844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/4848295993363341844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/06/bombay-blues.html' title='The Bombay Blues:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-1422933869209371517</id><published>2007-05-12T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:46:01.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of an Idle Mind:</title><summary type='text'>While in Chopta, we saw a bus from FRI – Dehradun (Forest Research Institute) stop there in the evening. Boisterous students got out for a cuppa. Long time ago, when I was trying to figure out a meaningful career for myself, I had thought wistfully of joining this very institute (of course I couldn’t since I had given up science in Plus 2). Watching the students talk and shout, I thought about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/1422933869209371517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=1422933869209371517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1422933869209371517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/1422933869209371517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/05/ramblings-of-idle-mind.html' title='Ramblings of an Idle Mind:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-735470116234082464</id><published>2007-05-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:07:44.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chopta Chapter:</title><summary type='text'>N &amp; I decided to rough it out…local buses and jeeps and at our own pace and time coz we both badly needed a break (me – a break from a break!).  The idea was to go as far north and as close to the snow peaks as possible in those 4-5 days. So we hopped, skipped and jumped all the way to a tiny peaceful hamlet called Chopta.Beyond Haridwar, the entire Garwal region is called the Dev Bhoomi and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/735470116234082464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=735470116234082464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/735470116234082464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/735470116234082464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/05/chopta-chapter.html' title='The Chopta Chapter:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8829395165377804294</id><published>2007-04-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:52:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia – II</title><summary type='text'>The area where I grew up (in the small capital town) epitomized the ‘mohalla’ culture of yesteryears perfectly. The mohalla had an eclectic mix of houses, slums, a strange general hospital cum office building which no mohalla-folks visited, a coal yard, a guest house where stray foreigners used to stay on their way to holy places of Rajgir and Pawapuri, a huge orchard and a very stagnant and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8829395165377804294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8829395165377804294' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8829395165377804294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8829395165377804294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/04/nostalgia-ii.html' title='Nostalgia – II'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-2603915139474192355</id><published>2007-03-25T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:24:04.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia:</title><summary type='text'>I got chicken pox when I was in Class 9th. My sister was preparing for her board exams which were just round the corner. So, I was grounded. For 15 long long days. I was made to lie down in one bed and forbidden to move out of that bed lest I pass the sickness to my sister. I was treated like an untouchable and nobody was allowed to come near me.I had a strong will power. I refused to give in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2603915139474192355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=2603915139474192355' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2603915139474192355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/2603915139474192355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/nostalgia_7736.html' title='Nostalgia:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-8823661427309843216</id><published>2007-03-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:04:53.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Baby!:</title><summary type='text'>4 years back or just yesterday. A fragmented and disjointed group of friends, a hurriedly made plan, dashing away to Rishikesh and rafting for a day! A weekend of great fun.My friend K. Her friend S, S’s friend A. K’s other friend SB and her husband AB. And Me.There was warmth in those first hellos. A lot of enthusiastic talks, getting to know each other and common holds in the cool shades of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/8823661427309843216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=8823661427309843216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8823661427309843216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/8823661427309843216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo-baby.html' title='Yo Baby!:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31511776.post-184975782458429464</id><published>2007-02-28T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:57:12.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild:</title><summary type='text'>I have just finished reading this book by Jon Krakauer – Into the Wild and to put it simply, my mind feels like it’s in a whirlpool! It’s a story about a 24 years old man, Chris McCandless who was well educated and came from a well to do family. He was idealistic, passionate and excessively independent. After graduation, he gave all his money to charity, gave up all his belongings and left his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/feeds/184975782458429464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31511776&amp;postID=184975782458429464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/184975782458429464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31511776/posts/default/184975782458429464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsettrails.blogspot.com/2007/02/into-wild.html' title='Into the Wild:'/><author><name>Bips m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852970935145449176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
