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For all those who are missing me and….


Hello everyone,

I found a need to write this post as I’m constantly receiving messages for me not being active on wordpress these days.

Well so this goes for all those who are missing me and looking forward to read my posts.

It’s been almost two weeks now. On 4th of June I flew to South Africa. It’s not my first trip to SA but life has been really tough this time and I was hell busy in sorting up things. Still something is left out. I do not have internet connection yet (accessing wordpress from office now 😉 ).

I’ve been missing it all, Facebook, Twitter and reading and writing on WordPress. It all has become part of my life. I’m so glad to know that my fellow bloggers are missing me as much as I’m missing them :).

I’m trying to sort out things ASAP so that can enjoy your company again.

Till then keep well and keep missing me 😉

Regards,

What Life Says

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Sun


These ones are from my old diary.

These were taken at the end of our safari in Kruger National Park, South Africa.

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Journey


Place: Cape Town, South Africa… On our way to Chapman’s Peak

Camera: My Nokia E5 mobile, 5 Mega Pixel

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New Born Angels – Anurag Nishad


Island Unaffected

16th August 2025, Saturday. In a small hut somewhere in Goa, a small boy of eight years with curly hair was asking his father, “Dad!! Please. Is that really necessary?? I mean its 1.00 AM in night, and you are going towards sea?? Please dad, we can go at morning also.”
His father was not very tuff physically. Had a small moustache and was wearing a turban and just a dhoti to cover his legs. He collected the fishing nets from the ground and replied in a voice full of pain “when you know the condition of your mother, then why you are asking all this? Tomorrow, I have to admit your mother for her cancer treatment.”
After pausing for a couple of seconds, he turned towards his son and said “I have a deal with one businessperson. He said that if I could provide him 500 Kgs of fish, then he would help us for the treatment of your mother. 15 Kgs are remaining, and I can’t wait for morning. Your mother is sleeping, so take care of her. OK”. “No dad. I am coming with you, Mom is sleeping. She doesn’t need any help now, however you may need it. Weather is so cloudy and windy.” Nevertheless the father wasn’t ready for this. So, after long argument
between them, son had his way. Wind was very strong, when they reached at the sea. Their clothes were fluttering. Father sat in his boat, while son was waiting at the beach. Son, with tensed expression keeps convincing his father that not to go too deep into the sea. “Please change your mind as tides are very high. It’s not a good time.” Father
told him to stay there and hold Lantern with. “I will be back in few moments.”
Son kept watching his father, as he went furthermore. Suddenly winds got even stronger. Trees behind the son started waving. Son got scared. Tides also go very strong and high. Son shouted “Dad! Dad!!! Where are you??” By then he had lost the sight of his father. Suddenly a thick branch from nearby tree comes hurling towards the son. Son
turned around, and before he realizes anything, that branch knocks his head, causing him to go in unconscious state immediately.

The tides were getting stronger with each minute, resulting in a flood inside the village. Many trees were crumbled. Many lives were lost, and many lost their close ones. It was one of the most drastic tsunami in past few decades. It damages almost whole city and villages at the western coast of India. ‘The humans are not strong enough to face the anger of nature’. These thoughts were coming to my mind when I looked up all around. People
were crying for food, clothes and home. Oh sorry, not home because they lost it already. They were living under the shelter of broken trees. Everything was ruined. By the way, I am Professor Himanshu Kher and at that time, I was busy as hell in a village near south Goa. My age was twenty eight. Physically healthy, no moustache and has a decent personality as my friends says. I teach disaster management at Technical University in Bangalore. I was there to do survey on disaster caused by that tsunami.Many media from news were also there to cover the current situation. Sometimes for any technical query,
they used to consult me. Whenever I got free time, I usually help people along with military guys. I saw a girl who was in shock. She was not eating anything; her mother was asking her continually to eat something. I went to her, and said “Hi.” She looked at me, but doesn’t reply. Her mother was also crying. I told that you have to be strong for your daughter. Then I looked at girl and said, with smile “You are so cute and good girl. Eat at least one chapatti. Look, first you eat then I will give you a gift. Any gift you want.” Girl again looked at me and said, “I want my brother in gift.” I have no words to say. I
had no answer. However then I said, “Look, eat something for your mother. Your brother will come back one day, definitely.” She looked at her mother. Then pick up a chapatti and gave it to her. The situation got controlled for a moment.

“Excuse me sir…” A sweet voice then came from my behind. I turn around, and said “Ohh, Arti. Where you have been since morning?” I was in the Goa because of two persons. First one is a very senior and old professor Dr. David and another one is this girl Arti. Her looks were simple and had a fair complexion. Her height would be around five foot four inch, slim, generally make a pony tail and wear a spectacle. As she was a student from a film making college at Mumbai, so she always had a handycam in her hand. She wanted to make a documentary movie on this situation. So she met Dr. David, and asks him for help to give her more detail knowledge and guide her technically. Dr. David is a known face in disaster management. He was strict and always wanted work to be done on time. His look was according to his character: Bald head, white moustache and beard. As Dr. David had not enough time, so he appointed me to go along with her. He also asked me to do survey, like how much amount of soil goes under sea level, content of soil, life of marine species, etc. and finally I had to prepare a report on that.

“Sir, what do you say? Is this ok?” She opened her handycam, showed me whatever videos she shot. I saw some of the videos and pictures. “Good. Fantastic job. Dr. David would surely like this.” “Thank you Sir. I hope the same reaction from my teacher too.”
“Yea surely he will. Anyway, this is our last day of the trip. Mine flight is after two hours. When is yours?” “Well, I will go tomorrow. I have to take interview of some military guys.”
“Ok. All the best then, and all the best for your carrier too. I enjoyed working with you in these three days but I have to go now, as I don’t have enough time.” “Ok Sir. Bye. I may contact you through email, if necessary, is that ok?” “Yea that’s ok. Bye.”

During my flight journey, I thought about what I saw in last three days. I thought about people and their future. How difficult it would be for them to start another inning of their life. Next day, at morning I met Dr. David. I was looking at him and he was continually
looking at videos and pictures shot by Arti. Then he looked at my measurement report. Its over five minutes and he didn’t say a single word. I thought what the hell is going in his mind. What is so special in the video that he is not speaking? Finally I thought I should say
something. As I opened my mouth to speak, he immediately said “The videos are pretty good, now since I have to go for an urgent meeting so I can’t see your measurement report right now. You leave it on my desk, I will see it later.” “Ok, when you will be free, for further discussion?” He looked at the calendar and said “Come and meet me day after
tomorrow, at 9.00 AM. Is it ok?” “Yeah, Fine. No problem.”

That day I relaxed at my home. After three days trip, I was really tired and wanted to sleep, sleep and only sleep. Next day, I opened my laptop and started browsing Internet. I was looking at the satellite images of places which were affected by tsunami. I looked at contour images of affected areas. I don’t know how, I thought of Lakshadweep Island. I looked the images of those islands. I zoomed those images. I saw that wild life, trees and almost everything was destroyed. But one thing snatches my attention. I observed that there was one island: near north of Lakshadweep Islands which was totally unaffected. I was surprised. It seems that as if this island is some relative or friend of tsunami, because of which tsunami didn’t affect it. Now I was really confused and curious to find the reason. For a moment I thought that maybe island didn’t come under the effective region of
tsunami. I opened the new tab of Internet browser and checked it again. I found that I was wrong. It comes under tsunami region or contour, but at the border of it. So I thought that may be the intensity of tsunami wasn’t strong enough. I did more research on this. Unfortunately the answers were not satisfactory. Pictures were showing that soils were totally dry. I tried to contact Dr. David through phone, but he was unavailable. I
immediately mailed those photos to Dr. David and tell him everything on mail. However he didn’t reply to my mail. Next day when I met him, he told me that he had read my email, and he is also curious to know that place. He also wanted to go there, but since he has to attend a conference in U.S., he can’t go with me. “If you want, you can prepare your team and go there, but don’t go alone, as they’re maybe wild animals on that island. Though I am not coming with you, but I would be in touch with you through phone or webcam, etc. Ok”

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Through


Through the train window

Inspired by Asian Street Food


From the time I have come to Pune I’ve been exploring many food joints, restaurants and food corners. My search for new places led me to this newly opened restaurant called “Malaka Street” in Phoenix Marketcity mall.

A typical Thai auto outside the restaurant was all set to welcome every foodie.

Though it’s called street food joint it serves much more than that. The very authentic Asian food from Thailand, Malaysia and Japan with quite interesting beverages.

The Thai food is very similar to “Konkani Food” in a way fresh coconut is used in curries and banana leaves for serving. So it’s always safe for me to order it being “Konkani”. The taste of Thai red curry is more or less similar to one of curries. Except that we serve it plain or with prawns only.

The ambience gives the feel of streets in Thailand or Malaysia.

I liked the use of telephone booth on a street as a smoking area.

Menu was quite interesting with some very interesting names.

We ordered Vegetable Satay for the starters and it ensured of the tasty treat.

Here’s the main course: “Kari Kapitan with Kanai Roti”. Sounds like some Indian cousine.

It was served with one of the mocktails of one’s choice as complimentary. The only name which caught my attention was “Thailand Aati Kya” …it remined me of a Hindi song “Aati Kya Khandala“…lol (aati kya – are you coming? in Hindi 😉 )

I was laughing for almost 10 minutes even while placing an order and to make sure I asked the waiter if it was pronounced the same way ;).

With mesmerizing Thai music we enjoyed our dinner. The taste of food and the ambience was amazing and I must say we really had great time trying something new…The Asian Street Food at one place…”Malaka Street”.

Like there’s no tomorrow!


Since last few days I’m getting these thoughts in my mind.

I wanna do what my heart says and what I feel. Break the rules, go out of the way, do all those stupid and crazy things which I wanted to do but didn’t do thinking about people and society. Explore places, go trekking, go shopping (not that I have never done it but restricted myself to some extend).

 Do all the mischief which I missed in my childhood. Bunk office, watch movie alone in theater, pack bag and go out to explore the city all alone with no specific destination, make my own path, stop and click pictures. Get to know strangers, make new friends, sing loudly in my room, dance as if no one’s watching :), and eat whatever I’m craving for(anyways I never cared about gaining weight and maybe that’s why I never gained too much weight :)).

Sleep until next morning or stay awake, I’ll do what my heart will say :). (Oh! That’s a rhyme…now I should try my hands on it ;)). Jump off the wall, run on the road, do whatever I feel at that moment. I’m putting “don’t care” condition to each moment now. I don’t wanna regret few years down the line and curse myself for not making most of what I had and what I could get.

 I wanna live like there’s no tomorrow. I wanna live each moment; I wanna live life to the fullest.

An unusual story


I boarded bus from Borivli, same time same place. It’s been 4 years I’m travelling on this route at least once a month. I’m so used to of it that I know precisely all the stops and the time and everything.

Today isn’t looking different. The bus coordinator showed me the seat. I settled down. Took out my iPod and started listening to songs. Didn’t realize when I fell asleep. “Excuse me” he said trying to wake me up. I gave him a sarcastic look. I really hate when anyone wakes me up from sound sleep. He did that mistake. But the smile on his face brought down my anger to zero. I made a way for him. He sat beside me. He must be 5’10”, an average looking guy, must be in his 25-26 but he had a smile which can make you forget rest of the world. At least it made me forget the world around me.

Now there was no point in sleeping again; I thought. I became more cautious about every move of mine. I was surely got attracted towards him.

This time the journey was surely going to be interesting.

It seemed like he was travelling to Pune for the first time. He asked me couple of questions and I whole heartedly helped him 😉 .

The bus reached Vashi. By now we almost exchanged the basic information about each other. He too was a software engineer like me. He was going to be in Pune for a week for some official work. I told him about my experience of staying in Pune for 4 years, the places I had visited and the places he should see.

The bus halted at Lonavala for refreshment. We ordered some snacks and tea. I somewhere wanted him to ask me for company to explore Pune but then roaming around with a stranger doesn’t fit in my ethics. The more I knew about him more I was getting attracted towards him.

This 5 hours journey was really boring until today. Today I didn’t want it to end. The whole time we were chit-chatting that I didn’t realize when the bus reached Aundh, and now it was time for me to say good-bye. I lifted my bag and started moving when I heard someone calling my name. I knew it was him. I turned back with a hope that he may ask for my number. He wanted to say something; I could see that in his eyes. I was eager to listen to him. He came closer to my ears, leaned down and said those words which took my breath away. I took out my wallet and handed over Rs. 20 note, my share for the snacks.

NOTE: This is purely a fictional story unlike my all posts on this blog which speak about my experience.

Amature Captures


After sharing my experiences I would like to share here few moments which I captured while exploring places or exploring the new in the old.

I hope you would like my experiments just as you liked my experiences.

http://amaturecaptures.wordpress.com/

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