A Flight Post

Like someone said, it’s not the destination but the journey which becomes a memory and to me changes my view towards life making me more responsible.

Morning Energizers

How does that work? For me, the little good things that I observe and be able to apply to my life. In literal corporate terms, “Best Practice Implementation”.

Airport these days, are quite accessible to the larger crowd as against the past decade. Thanks to the ever growing demand, cost effective transportation due to cut throat competition. So, on my trip to next destination, I am all eyes and ears to what’s going around. And, not being a shopoholic gives me a little edge to peek through colors occasionally, be it accessories, books or food at display. Yeah, I did eye a couple of souvenirs and a shades 🤩

Good weather, pleasant day and a cup of tea to a start another adventure.

The View

Well, this post that was intended to be published was delayed. That does not stop me from writing after a gap.

Love as always!

Quarantine Thought

Completing four and half month of indoor stay is pretty tough for a small time wanderer. But then life has to go on, with house hold chores and work combined for all the others I have known and me as well. I want to break-free like all others. Specially children want to go free, some understand and accept while others don’t, its tough.
What I had been talking and hearing..for few months now….is just about being caged and handcuffed for fear of life. Yet, few of many I have known are true warriors, fighting for others selflessly. I kept checking the graph that showed steady increase…..And have come to terms with the fact that, nevertheless how many vaccines are being made, scenario of “new normal” will exist for a year or more. I am not too worried about myself, but what about children and family. I barely get a sight of a kid out on the street.

Are we prepared yet? Will a mask free life be normal?

Free Earth

With the entry of Covid-19 crises, there is panic everywhere around the globe. Countries have come together to fight and sweep this pandemic away, never to return.

Amidst all these…it is noticable that many of us through Instagram, Facebook or Whatsapp have been continuously posting about how peaceful our own place has become. Very true…a total change is what each of us are witnessing.

Our Earth is Breathing Free After a Long Time…It Healing!!!

May be this was required for our own humankind for betterment in a way, lest the fact there are numerous lives are lost. Are we learning a lesson? Are we learning to adjust with our dear ones? Are we worried about them being safe? Are we worried about those who are less previlaged and turning to be more humble? In all a slightly if not completely minimalist lifestyle even for the so called rich is what current situation has brought in. Let’s Think and Change for betterment of mankind.

Here is a picture of one of busiest roads in Bangalore city….which was healing.

2020 gift to self – Happy New Year

We all like to gift the best to oneself……I sometime do that by eating my favorite ice cream, cooking a favorite dish for my son…yes we feel gifted doing for people we love the most…some times reading one page from a favorite book, a veces putting my leg out of the balcony with my little one and sipping tea while the rain sprinkles our feet…..aaahhh…small moments matters.

A couple of invitations from family and friends for the new year’s Eve kept me thinking where to head….finally decided with family……..too much pressure 😃

Yet, the strong Aries quality in me made sure to do my solo ride to welcome 2020 in style…..After the late night dinner, I as usual was ready by 6 and headed off to Shoolagiri dam.

The weather was at it’s best and Sun decided to be a bit lazy in showing up as clouds over powered them….so the chill in air was fresh making it a good ride……

Completely unexpected was a bit of off roading for about 5 kilometers….not a good one for car travel…….I went slow to the unknown roads between a couple of villages.,…..

Almost close to the dam, I met a couple on Dominar………we talked, did some photos, I breathed fresh air….ahhh my bike as well cleaned itself with the freshness in air……I loved the gift to self…….185 kilometers to begin…

Happy New Year folks….so what gift did you give your self…..???

One more ride in 2019

Since last two days, I was bent upon using my bike that stood clean and waiting to go running on the highway after its recent service.

Inter city travels kept me hopping off and on to Bangalore, leaving no time for my bike that was waiting for me. I was determined to take her to the closest highway.and……yes I did it.

Here is a glimpse from my evening ride to Hosur, via Nice Road…..Sun was perfect asking me to pull out my phone.

Dhyanalinga – Isha Yoga Centre -A Spiritual Awakening

In the month of June, travel to Coimbatore came as part of visit to Agr-Intex expo, that exhibited new innovation in agricultural technology. For a commerce graduate in me, it’s a learning and I was not only amazed but intrigued as I learnt about seeds, plants, small and big machinery at various stalls from different Indian states.

The flocking crowd was bent to set an example of their inquisitiveness to innovative methods, nonetheless which tiny village they come from. My country is moving rapidly to a new age and I was feeling proud.

Like I always do, any official trip will compliment with a travel to neighborhood, and this time I wandered off to the famous Aadhiyogi Shiva Statue at Isha Yoga Centre. What fascinated me was the fact that, the tall statue was away from buzzing crowd and the very sight amidst the mountains was possible only until one came close to 2/3 kilometers.

It was a spectacular sight. An unforgettable moment!!!! While I always chose to visit on a less crowded day, I ended up being on an auspicious morning with more than 10000 devotees flocking for their pre-booked rituals. On any normal day, this place more a dhyana centre would witness devotees quietly meditating for hours. The yoga centre largely attracts foreign tourists for meditation who choose relevant plans the centre has to offer, based on number of days, type of meditation and cost. The surroundings with well manicured plants are meticulously kept. I was then provoked to spend some time in the dhyana mandir along with Aarti, my travel buddy for some peace and enlightment.

Isha Yoga Centre can be reached via local buses that ply every hour, which is the cheapest mode of transport from Coimbatore bus station.

Chettinad Tale

Hello Folks,

A comeback after break always carries a good feeling. Here is a short tale from my recent travel experience. Yet another bag packing travel story from Southern tip of India. After two day trip to Kochi (I am yet to write about it), little did I know what was in store at Karaikudi, where I was supposed to have a business meeting. These sudden meetings have been slightly arduous yet full of surprises.

At the centre of Kanadukathan

Since I sometimes end up overthinking, that provokes anxiety only to later result in overwhelming experience or a fruitful event or travel. Chettinad experience was one such travel, which I thought was purely professional. Alighting train at Madurai and travelling by road was a better option rather to have multiple break journeys in train. With luggage more than usual and sweat tripping, I was only waiting to rush to my accommodation and have a quick shower to cleanse body and mind.

The Landmark – Chettinad Palace

Silence to the core mid-day

This is one another time, I booked a hostel. Chettinad Packers, did have good reviews and true to the fact, the very slight impressed me. Reaching this place, which was a little away was held an unplanned surprise to self. Though usually I check the destination and hotel, sometimes, I am drawn to other factors in accommodations. Just about 5 minutes from the hostel was this magnificent building that seemed very familiar. It took less than a minute for me realize that this mansion was home to either villans or hero in Tamil movies. Remember seeing them in one of the travel stories in YouTube. This was for sure a part of my passive bucket list. 

I was very pleased with the room for it was spic and span, taking care of basic needs. The manager(Akash) also managed to help me with a bike taking into account my urgent requirement to attend meeting. While speeding in the smooth roads, I realized that this quaint village for sure did not have the word “traffic” in it’s dictionary. How peaceful can riding be…..while I was trying to sway until my destination arrived.

Though, I did get lost in a deserted path for about 5 kilometers…a big thank you to google maps…not a soul all through the uneven patch……it was perfect offroading experience…before connecting the high way. Nevertheless, my return was careful and smoother.

Lunch time, all thoughts got drawn to chettinad cuisine…. specially mutton the traditional way. I chose meal over biryani. After a hearty meal, Akash accompanied me to one of the Chettiar’s palace and showed me around. There is nominal charge of Rs.50/- and receipt is given for the same. These funds collected go to the caretakers expenses.

As I entered the mansion, I see a long rectangular hallway with two major entrances and I was warned not to take photographs since the owner is not keen on this place being posted on social media. For sure the hall was a place to be shot, as it had an array of long standing cupboards with mirrors, tall pillars, corridors and impeccable architecture.

Proceeding further, we were greeted by the caretaker, who had a welcoming smile on her face. This where my photo shoot started…..the next room was a hall with broad seating both sides edged by long pillars made of single wood along with a open roof courtyard at the center. One can walk through both side to reach the wash area and then to kitchen. It was massive, more than what one could imagine by just looking at the house from its main entrance.

There were few bedrooms at the ground floor, yet most of them were at the first floor. I learnt there were more than 40 bedrooms in the mansion. They were all locked and I could barely get a sight of it. The dark and narrow staircase alongside Yellow painted walls led us to the roof of the building to give the best view of the quaint town. It was a u-turn to history.

Hope you enjoyed reading this piece of hidden history. To be back soon…Luv Vannie

 

Nearly a feast at Khandwa, Indore

It’s year since my invitation to Khandwa was pending from a dear friend of mine. And then a call unexpectedly help planned my tour in just about a days time. Lots of talking, family time, kiddo time, local market visits and a must temple visit happened.

The best moments were indeed ones that satisfied my tummy. Few mouth watering items include those that were familiar and few those were introduced for the first time.

What an experience!!!!

The best Deal Kachori I had.

Sabudhana Kichidi….

Home made Paneer curry (soft and delicious), Stuffed capsicum, Dal, Jeera rice and Roti.

Gulkand and Kiwi Sharbhat

Ice dish

Mango Lassi

Doodh Jalebi

Poha for breakfast

Club Cheese Sandwich

Genie Dosa

Pani Puri (Indore wali)

Aloo Patties

Butte ka Kiss

Dahi Bade

Dry fruit Rabdi

Rabdi Gola (cocktail types)

Just a few those I tried….and gained a few kilos…don’t regret savoring these though……Indeed a culinary tour after long.

Cheers!

Singapore …….not always a good experience

 

Listen up….those who wanna make a difference! I believe I am one of them.

I am sharing a recent incident that a known family experienced during their recent visit to Singapore between the 11th and 16th of April 2019.

It is been observed and sadly to say, experienced that people(judged by country of origin or ethnicity or race) are treated indifferently at many places in Singapore, especially at touristy spots; be it train stations or zoo ticket counter.

While this family lined up at Orchard Road train station, a lady in a scarf(name not visible) greeted people ahead of them with a smile that seemed nice until their turn came; when the lady suddenly turned cold, in a sense showcasing attitude not friendly at all in any means but it did not mean she was loud. Her change in tone and gesture spoke out the indifference that was purely not welcomed.

Apparently, over the next few days of their stay, it came to their attention that the “White Skinned” were the ones were courteously treated. It was a common occurrence observed, and this is been the very attitude to most Asians or the Brown or Dark Skinned……

Truly shocking to hear an incident from one of the most touristy places. Why?

(1) Not expected and a “supposed to be” behavior

(2) Despite the fact I never visited Singapore…..I have been to other Asian countries ….where not even at once during my stint of more than 15 days I had a bad experience like this. The people were very warm unlike in Singapore.

(3) Unexpected attitude from Singapore who set an example to be one of best countries…….But is it really? I wonder now……What kind of memory will a visitor take away……??? Truly shameful and hurting.

So, to this lady out and others who have the same attitude…..CHANGE.

To the local authorities and the government…… PLEASE TRAIN/TEACH THEM

……..With a hope someone carries my message………

Singapore…..Hear Me Out!!!!!!!

Local festivities @ Bangalore

Upon an invitation from a friend, I had the privilege to witness local festivity, that is an annual affair. A grand pooja is performed at the temple and a procession is carried out in the center of city for 3 days. Families prepare themselves to please the God in numerous ways. Usually, a silver or steel vessel is decorated with flowers and lamp made of rice flour or jaggery is placed inside them. Both married and unmarried women place this vessel over their head and walk for about 3 kms till the temple premises before making an offering. The whole event is accompanied by music, dance and other road shows where artisans showcase past traditions in various forms.

artisans @ Performance

Goddess – decorated for the occasion

The procession

A sea of clouds, near Bangalore city

Every city comes with some sought of an advantage. The moment….a place becomes “city”, it is overcrowded or at the least moderately crowded. And this means weekends are the only time off the bustling crowd, either tucked away at corner in the house or to some place that is at a short driving distance.

For “Bangloreans”, Chikmangalur is a privilege. Not far away, yet throwing various options, be it lazing at a resort, engaging in adventure activities, soaking in early morning sun, trekking or submitting oneself to almighty at one of the popular temples, this place has it all.

This was a quick click on my way back in the early hours.

Bheemili Beach, Andhra Pradesh

A beach at Bhimlipatnam, popular as Bheemili.

This old fishing town has Dutch stories engraved within it’s past. Not more than 30 minute ride from Vishakapatnam city, the beach is serene and less crowded. The sand beach is one of the most preferred destinations for locals of Vizag, especially children. It is also home to 18th century light house, probably one of the shortest one that I ever seen. On a clear day one can sight mountain standing right on the other side. A magnificent view!!!!!

Have you heard of Bheemili beach before? Share your thoughts.

Big Buddha, Phukhet

Hello,

Parking my other travel stories aside, those are yet to be told; I, for this time settled on an incredible view point.

Bangkok happened to me in December 2018 all of a sudden. I traveled with my friend Aarti, who by now have been labelled as my best travel companion. Together we marked out that our first destination will be Phukhet, followed by Pattaya and Bangkok. We chose the old town to stay instead of busy beach area to get a feel of daily local activity. Had it not been there, I am sure we would just be lazing around the beach.

We zeroed in on Big Buddha as first site to visit. Local travel in Phuket is immoderate, unless your hotel is closer to beach. This is the only time in the course of Thailand trip that we felt the tweak of money. Yet considering the inhibitions of time, we did not restrict. The drive was for about 40 mins from our hotel but extended for another 20 mins when the taxi driver volunteered us to the Bee farm and was successful in making us purchase. I am no stranger to the fact that most of these drivers have tie up and get a small percentage for the number of visitor with their associated vendors, usually to stores selling handicrafts, food or any other local products/souvenirs. Keeping that in head and shopping was truly resisting. Nevertheless, I got a pain relief balm made of Bee wax. There were lot other beguiling stuff that was at display but then I told myself to control, for it was only our first day.

Soon he drove us through up the hill to Big Buddha. As I alighted the taxi, within few steps on the left hand side are statues of Lord Ganesh, few other deities where visitors can offer dhoop sticks and pray. In hardly 20 steps from there was the magnificent statue of Lord Buddha facing sea, seated above a construction of concrete, a prayer room to be precise.

A fantastic view then imprinted in my heart. Strong wind blew and all of us kept holding on to our dress or hat. My face was covered with hair as the wind blew harder, yet we managed some good pics. There were about 70 steps, not sure but nearly, to reach the statue. As said above, a prayer room under construction was nearly finishing; Yet one can offer prayer in silence. Also, noticeable was a tree with heart shaped metals tied with names of people. These are likely to be the wish lists, they are all around. Everywhere its just the clicks and poses, so did we pose and click 🙂 The strokes of sea breeze was truly angelic for the couple of hours we spent. It was too late in the afternoon, all kinds of growling was clearing heard. We ensured that the driver halted for a Thai food affair. Rest of the day was passed by the beach area gaping the on-goers and sport enthusiasts, who tried their bit in braving the sea.

7 years of blogging

Hello,

It’s already 7 years that I have been writing. Feel so good. The number of posts have been gradually increasing. However, in comparison to many wonderful bloggers whom I follow and many others whom I don’t, lot more can be done. I am constantly learning to better my skills, whether it is writing or placing quality pictures. There is an unceasing push within.

To the rest of you out there, thank you for teaching me through your words, pictures and knowledge; whether it is travel, cookery, poetry, parenting or any other story. I have come across fantabulous content. Kudos la gente!

Wish me luck guys☺️ A big thank you and a hug for your support.

Loads of love,

Vannie.

A slice of Horanadu

I have been doing a sort of intense travel since December. Despite being a travelaholic, these travel came unexpectedly and not pre-planned. I did a bit of beaches and religious places.

Last week, I happened to visit Horanadu in Karnataka (never heard of this place before until I decided to travel few days ago). The only way to access the place was via road. Contrary to most other times where I do scribble about the place, things around home kept me held up for this activity, being rest assured of some sought of adventure and I was not disappointed.

It’s was only on my return through the curvy ghats, which houses coffee and tea plantation, spaciously private houses engulfed by herbs and flowering plants, creeping black peppers and laid back locals; I realized it was heaven tucked away amidst mountains. It seemed like spring but not even a single feel of summer in air for 40 odd kilometers.

Travelling by the state bus was real adventure as the driver did all he could to sway the passengers from one corner to other, while speeding through bends of the mountain. Not wanting to miss on hidden beauty, I pulled out my instant camera and captured few shots whilst on the move.

**Just before Sun was up

 

**River Bhadra

** Tall standing trees playing hide and seek with the Sun

Annavaram, a reserved Temple town

East Godavari District in the state of Andhra Pradesh is popular for temples those were built thousands of years ago. One such shrine is that of Lord Satyanaraya, perched above a hill in the quiet town of Annavaram. This temple is the main reason for the place to gain prominence.

Locals from near by districts and adjoining states flock in huge numbers year on year. Specially if there is marriage at your home, the couple visits the shrine to seek blessing by performing Pooja meant for the newly weds. Mass marriages are conducted often and I got to witness this, on the day of my visit. All of these marriages are planned on auspicious day, hence it is expected for the temple to be overpacked. Prasadam made of broken wheat and jaggery(food that is first offered to God) is very famous and visitor buy in large quantity to distribute to their friends and relatives.

Annavaram, is easily accessible from both Vishakapatnam and Vijayawada by rail and road.

My Godavari Experience

Hello folks,

My post this year delayed by over a month. Last couple of years, I stuck to self made resolution for at least a quarter before breaking it. I credit myself for having done this despite my stories from Bali, Goa and Bangkok trip was hovering in head waiting to find a quick spot on my blog. There is no pride in procrastinating, yet shamefully admit the fact.

Scouting the Southeast region of the country in Andhra Pradesh came easily and unanticipated, as part of a project assigned at Vizag(Vishakapatnam) . I took advantage of this trip and became accustomed with localities around whilst using public transport.

With a couple of days at my leisure, best use was self mandate. This because I don’t see a reason to return for work purpose in near future. Despite the fact that Araku Valley was firmly fixed on my head with Greener pastures surfacing often. I was adamant about a bike ride through the valley, which can’t be the case for now. Options of rail and road were convenient to nearby attractions yet, for some reason the usual me did not decide as quickly as I did.

Amidst the discussion, Badrachalam, famous for Shri Rama Temple caught my attention. I had an ardent desire to visit the shrine ever since a Telugu movie introduced this place to me. Without wasting much time, I did my homework and decided to see Lord Shri Rama. A periodical spiritual awakening is mandate for self realization.

Upon my research, I learnt that the first leg of my travel was to Rajamahendravaram (popularly known as Rajamundry), via bus followed by boat service to Badrachalam. Alternatively, one can take a bus without being ferried. I was excited about the boat trip, for I did day dream of me waving to the villagers on the banks, to the passing boats. Getting a confirmed train ticket is out of question, hence unwillingly chose bus service. Now that I nearly perfected the art of packing light, the burden of packing was never felt arduous and I was all set to leave Vizag for a\n solo adventure.

My bus from City complex was at 11:00 and supposed to drop me off at 4 am at Rajamundry. However, on duty enquiry officer confirmed that OSRTC bus going to Vijayawada via Rajamundry, usually is an hour late. My expectation from OSRTC was similar to that of APSRTC, because of my past experience. On the contrary, it turned out to be a real nightmare, at midnight waiting endlessly…phew. You see Aries don’t like waiting nor do keep others waiting, unless there have been unusual occurrence of situation out of ones control.

Nevertheless, to my surprise I was dropped off by 4:30 am at the bus station and had another 2 hours to kill before the vehicle that would transport me to the boat arrived.

Drowsy and tired, I decided to stay half awake guarding my mini luggage, specially after repeated warning of theft. Then came the pick up van near Kothipalli bus station, to drop all of us waiting to a larger bus. Honestly, I wasn’t prepared for a bumpy road trip. Yet this was the only way to reach Singanapally to board the boat.

My first naked eye view of Godavari in the morning was magnificent. The town was slightly covered with mist, traditional boats parked waiting for the owner to begin the day, the bridge over the river almost disappeared at the other with vehicles plying over it…….The driver was kind enough offer to photograph me with the bridge at the background. Soon we started the journey to Singanapally, which as the journey began I knew was via the famous Polavaram Irrigation Project. The bus ride through out uneven roads reminded me of first offroading with IBC to Penukonda. For an hour in the journey river Godavari was alongside us with a clear view before entering the dam site, that is expected take at least over 5 years to complete. The ride to Singanapally was a real bumpy one. As the destination approached, contrary to my imagination, there is no harbor or proper place where the boats anchor. Rather, a parking space nowhere the mountain side.

My first sight as I stepped off the bus was this boy around 12 years, who had a live traditional cooking in the open. Flame was on, supplemented by the scorching Sun, the boy seemed to be an expert in cooking chicken in bamboo and targeting potential buyers who are set for the boat ride. Since the package included breakfast, lunch and evening tea; I decided not to spend on any additional stuff but enjoy the view of unfolding stretch of mountains.

The host, who is a young man around 24 years kept all of us entertained. Idly & vada was served for breakfast and typical Andhra meals for lunch. The speakers were too loud and I chose to escape and moved to the air conditioned lower deck. Yet the noise managed to follow me though the intensity lowered. Families were merrily dancing and singing to the local numbers. I knew a few of them, not a movie buff you see……

My OnePlus 6 did a good job for the surroundings were simply stunning. The stretch reminded me the drawing I did as a kid, those of mountains and rivers with Sun peeping from behind. From about 10:30 am until 4:00 pm, I was amidst mountain and our boat Jalasri was sailing in straight line equidistant from the banks. I spotted tiny villages that lived on solar system completely, with a mere population of approximately 25. Eco living was permitted to tourist upon early reservation, as there were only about 6-7 tents/huts. The demand was huge for this rustic experience.

The route via Papikondalu was breath taking as the boat swiftly pushed clear waters. Such landscape is for sure a one-time experience, unsure of its life owing to climate change caused by human intervention. On the other hand, it was devastating to see people littering with plastic covers and beer bottles. Furthermore, there was no awareness signboards from AP tourism. Before alighting, lecture to boatman was not missed and I had my peace of mind.

 

At around 4:00pm, we were dropped at Pocharam, the last point. A Tata vehicle, that was poorly maintained but with an entertaining driver, who apparently identified me being a “Hyderabadi”,(probably with the accent) dropped us off to Badrachalam which was 2 hours if driving.

Saree Day @ Work

Hola!

What if you are on a job that keeps you glued to the seat, and many times just elapses unknowingly becoming plodded. Agreed, it does keep me on my toes and my head running. Amidst this, planning a colorful day, especially while working for a company that is live and not the back-end support types, is not easy.

A common union or, more aptly a small form of celebration is ethnic day. Yes, it was gradually planned after a couple of procrastination’s; This is because women usually drape saree and men in kurta as ethnic wear, not always the state dress, which is actually meant to be. Yes, everyone is aware that saree it the traditional Indian wear. Nevertheless, today’s women, including me don’t often drape it that regularly as earlier women in our age.

Well, is it the ease to wear? I don’t think so, because my mother, aunt or an old neighbor carry it much easily and do house hold chores. Unquestionably, it’s because of practice/habit coupled with serious attempt of aping western cultural trends that, today saree it not a daily wear anymore, in cities. Nonetheless, to the best of what I know, heard or seen, village woman in Western and Southern Indian states drape saree everyday.

Today’s informal corporate gatherings, is an attempt to keep saree tradition alive and ethnic day is a medium.

Here is a capture from ethnic day celebration at work….

 

Krishna and gopika 🙂

With close buddies

Cheers,

Vannie

A limitless view of Mt. Batur

A glimpse from the trip, that lit up my holiday @ Bali. Located to a close proximity to Kintamani, one can reach this active volcano after a little more than hours drive from Ubud, another popular tourist destination with greener pastors. Early morning view is recommended, should one be interested in sun rise.

Mount Batur, Bali

Cheers,

Vannie

Beach, Temple & Food @ Goa

It was pre-decided to make the following day peaceful. As part of the plan, we woke a little late and headed straight to the beach for a morning walk (I am an early riser). Damn that morning, a serene atmosphere and I just wanted to lay at the beach that did have less than 20 people other than the fishing community that was ready to go sailing. The waves kissed my feet a hundered times whilst I stood gazing far beyond where the sky and sea touched. Well, this is what I call “A moment in life time”.

Morning walk @ beach

Once back, after morning breakfast we hired a bike and to explore nearby places. Though, I was keen on getting a Thunder Bird, I ended up with an Avenger. Visitors usually flock to Northern part of Goa, nevertheless South Goa too had lots of attractions and we had many suggestions pouring in. But with two kids, plan was made keeping their choices in mind. The me..first went to seeking blessing and where….to temple. My father’s reaction was, to temple in Goa; Usually people head to churches that speak of its fame. He then did affirm, that I was unlike others 🙂

Why I chose temples over churches? Well, in my research, blogs or tourist information were filled with information famous churches, be it Jesus Basilica or Lady of Immaculate Conception. I have read, seen and heard over and over again. It was my chance to bring in something beyond churches. While I did my search there were handful of temples that were famous but not as of those churches and zeroed on a couple of them. The one that attracted me the most was the Shanta Durga Temple. My personal recommendation for “Temple Lovers”.

Shanta Durga Temple

We attended the pooja that went on until noon.  The premises had a small underground canteen where meals was being served, probably at a nominal price but chose to look for options outside due to large crowd in waiting to dine at the temple. Since there were fewer options and google was a bit slow due to connectivity issue, I kept asking for people for descent vegetarian joint. After making a couple for circles in the same area, the restaurant or hotel was located, a house that had its front yard converted to mini restaurant with about 5-6 tables serving fresh food. Undoubtedly, I had one of the best local dishes. The ripe mango curry was my favorite, for, its my first time.

Afternoon Lunch, with a ripe mango curry, dal, beet flavoured buttermilk, chole, roti and rice

After fulfilling my taste-bud, I headed towards Panjim, via Madgoan. At Madgoan, we halted by local market to make some purchses. Fishes everywhere and prawn were so damn cheap @ 100/- , which I would end up paying 400/- in Bangalore. We got a couple of variety for the next two days before heading to our next point, that was about 30 kms.

The road was wide, mostly connecting the highway yet, with less traffic. As we saw the surge in moving vehicle, I knew we were closer to Panjim. I quite liked the view of Panjim port, for the huge steel vessels were not a common scene for someone living in landlocked city. Unfortunately, since we were on the other side, I was a little hesitant to cross over with two kids wanting to run behind wherever I stop. Though I was keen on more photographs on my way back, it didn’t really happen.

 

My first ride in Avenger! 100+ kms covered!!

Just before we reached the popular beach, I fell off my bike along with my little one, something not very nice that I wish to remember. Flashback–while I stood at a crossing , relatively smaller one with hardly 20 vehicles from all sides, for other vehicle to cross and next moment lying down with the bike over me and my little one. Thankfully, it was a lighter vehicle, nor was I speeding and crowed was slow moving. Neel crying for about 30 mins is still echoing….Despite no fault of mine, I did not forgive myself for his pain. I guess it could have been a blink of  my eyes. With bruised feet and hand, broken mirror and footrest of the vehicle, I managed rest of my journey with pain, yet with determination. My parents were shocked and were in pain too. No sooner we got to the beach and an ice-cream was able to bring back Neel to normal while not allowing him to concentrate on the wound.

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The crowded Panjim Beach

As sun was setting, and visibility turning poor, I decided to wind up not spending much time. It was a long 45 plus kilometers to the resort. The ride was careful.

Next day was meant only to relax, while kids spent hours in the pool, I was busy making a couple of variety of sea food dishes. The whole mood of sickness to mind and body was balanced.

Morning @ Rogers, Benaulim

The following day, I decided to explore Benaulim that was very close to my  resort. I woke Neel early, while Reshu decided to stay back with parents. A much smaller and a bit of sleepy town, that housed Taj Hotel facing the beach, also had a cleaner stretch with water activities morning was catchy with majority crowd from nearby resorts. We then headed to Rogers Beach shack for an English breakfast, while watching local and foreign tourist float and relax.

Morning at the beach shack

Spending two hours gaping at the sea, while Neel was hoping, running, jumping and playing in the sand was a memory I will hold close to my heart.

Morning breakfast

 

Awaiting my next Goan trip, hoping to explore the famous churches and much spoken backwaters………

Beginning Year 2018

Happy New Year Folks!!!

Its yet another newer year that just commenced. The very thought brings freshness to mind and gears up to do wonders by being keyed up in our very own acts. A positive outset indeed. In general, vacation mode has relatively ended and advanced towards the work mode with a dash of adrenaline rush to be able to do little wonders. Let us all conserve the good acts, whilst letting go all that had to, with learning that came by.

Wishing all my wonderful readers A Jubilant and Vivacious New Year!!!!

 

Tiruvannamalai Temple…Simply Monumental!!!

2017 in Pictures & Words

A moderately nice year, yet a very memorable one is leaving me with new hopes and goals, not to forget the learning importantly. Here are some of the memories in pictures, before that a couple of lessons that I learnt.

1>Allow your self time in solitude, to be able to think before deciding anything crucial

2>Be thankful to all those who have been through your tough time and do not go behind people who don’t value/ respect you

3>Travel as much as you can to learn “life lessons” and read more books

4>Be assertive in making your point without hurting

5>Spend more time talking to kids and motivate them

6>Explain children the need to do charity, it makes them compassionate

7>Plan your spending wisely instead of competing with others

8>Give time to your parents and cook what they like

9>Wear your smile always, even in situations that make you irritated

10>Control your anger (phew…toughest one for me)

 

Here are some of the most memorable captures!!!!

My first ride with India Bull Riders

Feast @ housewarming… Preparations by RamLaxman Caterers Bangalore

Diwali @ home

One memorable ride to Barachukki falls

Epic picture @ Worli Sea Link

Kulfi time early morning @ Mumbai

@ Raastha cafe with bold girls 🙂

Neel @ Tiruvanamalai Temple

Hoping to create new and lasting memories in the forthcoming year!!!

Wishing each of you A Very Happy New Year-2018

 

Loads of love,

Vannie

 

 

 

 

 

My special tea

Why wouldn’t a Tea be special, when it was made with abundant love by my 10 year old son. Yes, my darling prepared this tea while I was busy working from home. It was a strong one, but the best one that I ever had and will ever have.

Neel’s Tea for Amma

Our First Goan Trip

Goa, one of India’s top holiday destination finally got crossed off my bucket list. Well to me, Goa plan was on for more than a decade ago but never happened for reasons that raised from unforeseen situations. Every time, I had a friend post about in FB, it was a reminder. Nevertheless, I never pushed my self to be there. Last summer, after listing a few places, Goa topped the list for the family vacation.

The beach

What attracted me was the shacks and sea food rather than the beaches. We chose the rail route over road or air, with a couple of hours stop over at Londa, a small sleepy village en route to my destination. After planning for so many years, Goa trip this year finally was about get set.

At the very beginning of our 4 day vacation, we were showered with blessing by “Rain God”, for it was pouring cats and dogs the moment we reached Yeshwanthpur rail station. Water was flowing all-around, as the rain water threw right onto people in the station, who were nearly sticking to each other. There was sufficient lighting and shouts from the sky that assisted the downpour. After about 30 minutes of unexpected happenings around, the family settled once seated in train. No sooner, we fell asleep to wake up early to get a view of the newer places that the train passed. It was first time that I traveled this route, towards the west.

The usual visitors

We alighted at Londa junction at 9, to take the next train to Madgaon. It is a quaint place, with fewer people unlike most other station I have been. We had about 4 hours before we hop onto next train. It was a good time to wander two kids as my aid. I took a short stroll. Once outside the train station, I witnessed vegetable vendors, tea stalls and array of other shops busy in daily activity. Dawdling these narrow roads, the very thought of waiting was soul-stirring. Running thoughts just ended for the streets were nearly empty and I knew that this place has little population. Then there was this abrupt  light up my head….and after speaking to a couple of shopkeepers, I swiftly ran back to the station, wasting no time picked the luggage and family :), boarded a local buses via ghat section to Madgaon. Swaying thorough out with kids half asleep, we reached Madgoan earlier than planned. We took a taxi who ferried us to the resort much ahead of the check-in time.  So, at once, got out to grab a fish meal….and hopped by Kinara, the bright Yellow  colored single storied building(after watching the reviews). Hardly about 7 minutes walk from the resort, this place has a friendly ambiance with good food served.

View from our room

After a peaceful check in, the kids ran to the pool and stayed there for 2 hours. I must admit that they have one of the finest pool that a medium sized resort probably has. Then there were slides, a bar, play area and ample space for family. The closest beach was about 10 mins walk but is not open to public post 7 in the evening due to safety concerns. Yet, we decided to get wrapped in the breeze that was thankfully gentle. All that I told myself was…to eat, eat and eat to my hearts content…..So in search of some nice food, I ended up at Mike’s Place. A cozy restaurant, with dim light and music that lit up people’s moods. The kids ordered  squid and prawns, our all time favorite.  My parents too were happy with the choice of food. After relishing the long list of order, on our way back we saw souvenir shops arrayed, with men inviting to showcase what’s in store. The night walk was undoubtedly soothing to the soul. Planning for next day, the tiring us jumped on the bed and dozed as quickly as one could wink.

 

Merry evening @ Mike’s Place

Rest to follow in the next post…….

 

 

 

 

 

Little hero

My little one is growing fast…..and I realize this each time he stands beside me trying to compare his height to mine. He is happy to constantly remind me that, in a year or two he would certainly be taller than me. Time is running out and I ensure to get hold of every precious moment that we spend together, for, he is a Gem and I am blessed to be his mother.

I am gonna pull out all the pics…here are some mobile clicks…..to remind our moments.

@ Paradise, Necklace Road, Hyd, Nov-2017

An old picture, probably clicked in 2014 @ Garuda Mall

@ Cuddalore Dec-2017..

My tall boy @ peddamma temple Hyd, Nov 2017

Its such a pleasure to see him growing….what else a parent could ask for……..I wish to add more memories that both of us will cherish in future years.

 

 

First Friday of November 2017

It was time to celebrate the anniversary of first union, that kept reminding all of us tagged in facebook(Thanks to the automatic reminder). With a short notice and few addition into the girls gang, we were excited and chose the first Friday in November to celebrate. Irrespective of how or more aptly what we are at work, an outing washes the odd feelings and bring out the best among us.

After slipping into the clothes bought for change over with a dash of makeover to feel and look fresh after the routine at work, we were on heels for the annual get together (it would remain an annual party until we break the norm and have another one in near future). We reached the venue early as some of the girls had to get back before 9 pm. A central place was our choice and “No Limits” was the closest; It had a dance floor and I was eagerly waiting to shake my legs for long time. After placing order for some cold drinks and hot snacks, few crazy foto shoot began by “selfie girls”, as I would call them, followed by unending discussion right out of head and heart, about numerous hot topic that cropped up, be it that of workplace or other. No soon, it was 7:45 pm, time to depart for few. While some of them left, a few others including me stayed back for some exercise by shaking our body to be able to shed few calories and feeling happy at the same time.

What a way to start November!!! Here are some pics…..from our union…

Wishing you all a happy year end!!!

 

A Sunday Breakfast

An undisturbed Sunday morning after ceaseless shower that nearly brought Bangalore to halt. This was throughout the week, an effect of weather all around the globe. Sun is not fully up there but have ensured to throw ample light for the day to begin. Perched on my couch feeling cosy with my cup of tea, browsing through regular pages and pictures, I found this photograph captured at Goa.

I fell for English breakfast almost a decade ago and my love for it is still on. I treated myself with this breakfast at Goa one early morning in May (Post to follow). A weekend visitor can sometimes get lucky to pamper their taste buds with my breakfast of this kind at home and have additional boiled veggies with a couple of variety of fruits. Whats your breakfast favorite?

Have a lovely Sunday!!!

Nainital in Winter 2016-Last Part

After a long and beautiful day at Naini lake surroundings, the evening was spent at peace, in the biting cold, by the fire place sipping a couple of cups of tea. Not to forget that the resort staff kept Neel busy as much as they can. Thanks to the chilling climate that invited fewer guests. Next day’s agenda was Sattal or Seven Lakes. But first decided to visit the Golu Devta Temple at Bhowali, famous far-off, for the belief of people’s wish being granted. Many like me, go with petitions that are tied to the trees or pillars. Once the wish is accomplished, a bell is tied acknowledging the accomplishment.

 

 

 

 

Alighting from the cab, I walked towards the shop to pick a pooja thali for offering. I was cautioned by the shop keeper to keep coconuts or any other eatables hidden to save it from being pulled by monkey’s who generously welcome every visitor with their naughty acts. I am the kind, who carry a bag usually and this helped me tuck the entire offering in it with a little push. As expected, w were welcomed by lots of monkeys who were observing the on goers hand luggage. As we quietly walked, trying to save from being harmed from them, we saw a couple right in front of us being looted by the warriors…oops..they lost the pooja offerings to a clever monkey. Since the floor was pretty cold, we started running for shelter to warm the feet. The big bells from the very first step of the temple was very welcoming to us. Guess what, we are followed and surrounded by monkeys everywhere at the shrine. Secretly, taking out my offerings, we completed our prayers. Now, it was time for our petition. Neel pulled out the little bell that we got and made a secret wish and tied one along with many others. I then came out to the patio near the exit that was overlooking the hills to relax for a while. The sun rays coupled with gentle breeze hit my face passing on the warmth all over while I witnessed a para-glider circling over the hills right in front of us.

Hunger Strikes-In general breakfast ensues temple visits.  Since, this place was way up in the hill, we did not expect any options. There were hardly 2-3 shops selling tea, maggi and packed chips. Sun was now a little closer than before trying to get to me beating the cold wind. Rubbing my palms as often as I can, order for tea and maggi was placed. There were hardly 4 customers seated on the shaky wooden bench. We chose the one that supported the wall, which also gave shelter to a dog that curled in a corner. Here comes our order, steaming tea and maggi. I was in no mood for the same old maggi and in no time changed my opinion, while wondering how the same maggi that I have been hogging for literally for 10+ years turns out to be different and so tasty. Perfectly spiced, not a bit less and not a bit more. Tea was equally good, rather better than the ones I usually have. I gulp 3 cups in the less than 1 hour.

Now that I have had enough to keep my body warm, it was time for the next spot. A tea plantation in less than 15 mins drive. The road sloping down was a sight amidst tall trees leading us to the plantation. With less then 25 visitors early morning,  it was a good opportunity to walk freely and click nice photographs…… peacefully. The tall trees that let the sun light seep in bits and pieces allowing light in the shade was the hightlight. The view was mesmerizing, for the mountains were standing right opposite the tea garden. Spending about 30 mins was good time. I did not plan to shop so hopped on the cab ready for the next point. But yes, there is shop for good variety of tea leaves should anyone be interested.

Finally, the last point of our holiday. Yes, we are at Sattal. What a view of the interconnected rivers. The driver stopped at point to show the birds eye view and it was breath taking. The clear waters amidst trees that fenced them by the hills was a view I couldn’t have missed. By the time we reached the spot, a good number of tourist were already gathered at the zip line and river crossing adventure activities. One can pass through food joints and Kashmiri stalls before reaching the lake. A whole lot of acitvity for kids was evident. Though I was keen on doing the zip line, Neel was reluctant, So I dropped the whole idea. I saw ducks lazing by the banks. We decided to visit these shops to check out some embroidery work, shawl and quilts. These sales men will literally pull you to their shop. It took a while for me zero in on what I wanted. But what attracted me was the quilt, which I almost picked.

The Calm Lake

Its was mid-noon and I decided to laze in the chair to try our luck at whats available. I ordered rajma chawal and rice kheer. The best rajma chawal ever I had with a generous portion of butter floating. The bsasmati rice was perfectly cooked separating each granule beautifully sending nice aroma around. The kheer was an icing on the cake, simple but damn tasty. After the light wonderful meal, I happily dozed in the cab that passed through twists and turns of the valley. For me, it was a journey of a life time and hoping to return soon.

The adventure spot

Fragrant basmati rice

Rajma curry with butter

Rice kheer

Sun rays on a lake

Have bless day!!! Loads of love!!!

Vannie.

Nainital in Winter 2016-Part 3

It was mid noon by the time we reached Naini Lake. Instead of dropping us by the lake, the driver first drove us to hill top, from where Himalayas was visible to naked eye. He did this because,  as the day progresses the view gets duller and vague.  My joy grew over and over at the very sight and kept gazing for few moments that I know will last for fewer moments. It was a dream come true.  Being a mountain person, I wished for a more closer view, specially of the Nanda Devi peak. The weather was chilling to the core, when I realized that  I was not properly covered whilst most of visitors,  if not all were hidden under woolen clothes head to toe. Did I have a better resistance? i probably need to test my-selves.

View of Naini Lake

Neel looking for better view

Peddle boats surrounded by Fishes

Our next point was Eco Cave Garden, that was on the way to Naini Lake. With an up-slope entrance leading towards the caves, well demarcated points guided to different rocky structures naturally built named after animals (probably once inhabited). Getting in and out was more of an adventure via the narrow path way with sharp edge stones, pointing out. These rocks were relatively cold. Enough care needs to be taken if older people wish to walk through, as the steps are uneven, slippery and narrow. It is common that people get stuck, unable to find way out or sometime feeling uncomfortable in the darker corners trying to put the foot at right place. Despite this, we jumped through for I loved these “Monkey Type” activities right from school days.

Magnificent view of our own “Himalayas”

The lake from up above

Out of the rock garden, passing through the pine and deodar trees, the driver dropped us right at entrance of the lake from where boating begins. However, we chose to explore the place by walking around, tired of sitting in the car most times that mademe dizzy in the twists ans turns. Meanwhile, hunger struck me and couldn’t help but notice a pani puri vendor. We hopped and sat for a while soaking in the sun and gulping the little puris. The adjacent stall, sold Moong Dal Cheela (one of my favorites). It was an open kitchen, hence I ordered one, just to see how he made it. It was quite simple, and a variation to what I made, usually in the form of dosa. 

Moong Dal Cheela

We then walked through the shade alongside the lake reaching a point where crowd was gathered to witness the ongoing cricket match. Never, did I expect a cricket ground amidst the hills. Then I said to myself….its “India”, and cricket can be everywhere. Adjacent to the ground is the Naini Devi temple that also has Hanuman Mandir and Gurudwara close by. The temple was overlooking the lake and the goddess was decorated attractively. I also spent considerable amount of time at the Gurudwara, for, this was Neel’s first visit. The temple was surrounded by shops selling attractive stuff, specially clothes, toys, eatable etc. Ones out of the temple, it was boating time and I had to walk back to the entrance. The walk through slightly stoned path was relaxing. Brrrrr…tired yet the determined me..pushed a little hard telling stories to my little one soon reaching the boating point. We hired a boat and got ourselves with protectives that were stuffy, heavy and uncomfortable. Yet, what kept me distracted  were stories from our boatman, who had been in this business for more then 20 years. Neel was engrossed and kept asking about the tall trees, crocodiles and fishes. It was 4 pm but seemed like 11 in the morning for the sun was up and shining bright.

Pani Puri

My little spidy…..walking along

Our story teller for that hour

Next was the best thing..shopping. I fell for the woolen clothes and colorful candles. There were scented ones too. Every street was bustling with shoppers filling bags with woolen stuff that probably I wouldn’t get in Bangalore or any other city. I picked a stole and some candles. I was now feeling a bit torpid with hand full of stuff and searching for the driver who promised to take us to Hanuman Ghari on our way back to the hotel. After a couple of calls back and forth, we boarded the cab and headed of to Hanuman Ghari, which was not too far. As I reached the temple, the Sun was slowly dipping and I kept gazing and captured both with my eyes and camera lens. I felt deep sonder as thoughts of similar moments flashed by. A memorable long day winded with roti, curry and steaming cup of tea.

Sunset @ Hanuman Ghari

Nainital in Winter 2016-Part 2

Our first morning in Nainital, more aptly to say was in Bhimtal, a subset of Nainital. By 8.00, the cabbie arrived. As I boarded the cab, first task was to find an ATM, for this was post demonetization period and cash withdrawal was limited. We were driven to the closest ATM, only to find that it was closed. Nevertheless, the driver assured to find one for us on the way. This time I determined to carry extra cash, which usually is not my practice as a matter of safety.

The silent lake

Our first point was to the Bheemeshwar Mahadev Temple, right by the lake. The early morning mist took my joy to a new level, making it more spiritually inclined. As I walked past a small path way by the lake, that could easily have geared and non-geared pass by; I saw very few visitors returning from temple and this was an indication that I could have peaceful visit. It’s only because of the breeze from the lake and hills that sent chill air and kept fewer people around. I did not regret choosing off-season for travel. Once in the temple, I had to remove the socks only to step on the floor that was real cold and then I kept skipping to the shrine, that was relatively warmer inside the temple premises. What attracted me was a big tree right in the center where one can see number of bells tied.

A misty walk

The temple

The temple was nearly empty with not more than 5-6 people, including us. The “Shivlinga” was beautiful and decorated with locally available flowers. This is the second time, I found lucky to witness very close darshan, after Triambak a couple of years back. Those few moments instilled abundant energy in me. After satisfying my soul, it was the turn for my stomach. In search for local delicacies, I walked past few shops to see what they had to offer. To my surprise , there were eateries that served egg, which is not a common sight at least near any holy shrine. We hopped on to a small hotel and ordered for paranthas (aloo & gobi). I made no mistake, for it was one of the best paranthas I ever had.

Entrance to the temple

Tree with bells

After a delicious breakfast, our next point was to Nainital lake. On our way the driver told us many stories and kept Neel busy and inquisitive. One such story was about local dogs that guarded the sheep from Tigers and Leopards. We  were told that these dogs are gigantic and many times resembled Lion, due to the presence of fur that is not common among dogs but those in hilly region. Between, the driver pulled by a point where one could see far off view points with the help of telescope for a mere Rs.20. Some of these view points included, Indo-Chinese border, famous temple, Indian Airforce base( that had no access to civilians), Wild life sanctuary, movie shooting point etc. At this place was a small vendor selling Oranges. I learnt that this fruit was not an Orange but Malta, which is more sour than an Orange. The driver promised to deliver few at the hotel by dawn, since Neel tasted them and preferred to have them with salt. We reached Naini lake by noon and spent rest of the day……

Yummy paranthas

View of villages

One of the view points

Malta

 

Rest of day at Naini lake to be covered in next part……

Nainital in Winter 2016-Part 1

For years now, the memories of my travel were all around South of Indian subcontinent. This is one reason why my bucket list is over pouring with regions in the North of India. Glad that I was able strike off the one from them last December. The Delhi-Nainital trip was planned 3 months in advance for cheaper flight and confirmed train tickets.

On the way to Kathgodam

Most of my travel were in train but this trip had a flight journey owing to the distance from Bangalore with fewer days on hand.  We took the flight from Bangalore to Delhi followed by train from Hazrat Nizamuddin (Delhi) to Kathgodam (nearest station to Nainital). There are numerous options from Delhi. One can choose a road trip via taxi, state run bus service or private tours. Yet, train is something I would strongly recommend. The early morning travel in winter covered most places with mist that sent shiver through my spine. A visual that is not common down south but in movies. As the train approached Kathgodam, hills started showing up. A small station, with most of them in the train heading to Nainital/Bhimtal/Sattal.

Bedroom @ the first floor

The kitchen

Our accommodation was reserved in Mountain Club Resort. This was my personal choice after careful consideration; In particular the wooden structure were pleasing to me. A cab picked me up for the 1 hour journey, that was a little scary. As the cab climbed the mountains that had narrow roads and multiple hairpin bends, the view of the valley below was clearer for there was no fence. A single step here and there would have sent me down, so my eyes were wide open despite lack of sleep….phew cant’t just over the thought. The cabbie stopped by a small hotel for breakfast. Parathas, pakoras and maggi are most commonly available. Our obvious choice was pakoras with tea that was simply tasty and a cheap option since our package at the hotel did not include breakfast. Well, I chose not to go with breakfast for two obvious reason, to be able explore local delicacies.

Stairway

Mountain Club was very close to the Bhimtal lake, hidden up above, yet clear markings that easily guided the hotel location was a plus when compared to other properties. The roads were not groomed, but real narrow amidst guest houses and local residences filled with fruit & flower bearing trees. We were told that the forest would go Green during rainy season and look more colorful with wide variety of flowers & fruits.  Interesting tales about wild cats crossing the path at night and spots where movies shot fascinated my little one, who then bombarded with questions to the friendly driver.

View from the room

It took about 7 minutes uphill from Bhimtal lake to the resort. We  were greeted by the hotel staff, who happily welcomed us with a fruit juice before beginning the check in formalities. Anuradha, our host for the rest of the stay guided us to our room which was exactly, rather better than my expectation. Just fell in love with the place…..the tired me..then decided to take a nap…..that was so relaxing after a hot shower.

An impression

 

to be continued…..

On a cold night with memories back and forth

I recollect the irritated me, during a short visit back home and felt like a new weather for two days. The weather is getting harsh out here in Bangalore, yet not as bad as it can get when I first landed at Heathrow on a chilly night mid February. My stint in Luton for more than year forced me to get used to the cold winds that kept hitting glass panes in my room, while I crawled near the heater.

How I am going to manage, was my question before visiting up North? It was almost 10 degrees in Delhi and around. May be, get out more in the cold to be able to bear it a little by little or not wear too many warm clothes? Gulp more of warm liquids…….

But for now or more nights to come, I am simply going to crawl under my blanket with socks on with memories back and forth:)

Love, Vannie

 

 

 

Are you aries man or woman?

As an aries man or woman, one ought to feel proud of how each of us made. This is because we are able to relate most or nearly every qualities of the sign and little it does matter even if it is negative or obstructive attribute that can be worked upon. Very religiously, I give credit to most of traits the sun sign throws. Here are some of them listed, let me know how much you are in agreement with me?

This is my personal favorite about being born in this sun sign

I know a control mechanism is needed

Do you agree?

Don’t let you friend off….

Never dare to try it, unless you really want something from them.

I don’t give a damn.

Can go to any extreme to show how much you care about?

 

And you know it.

The is ongoing….What sign are you? Do you wanna share your special quality..go on. I will be glad to know.

 

Love, Vannie.

A colorshow @ Lalbagh flowershow

My second post in just about 24hrs..well this is because I have parked my pictures and have been procrastinating for a while, giving myself excuses. It’s today I put a list of to dos…and here I am….with the photos from the horticulture show held at Lalbagh gardens. Thanks to Aarti, who invited me to this event.

The sight was amazing, not because it was spread of flowers but the work out of them.

 

Hope you enjoyed the sight!!

Love,

Vannie.