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Missing OLD Times.....

2010-08-25T16:11:00.000+05:30

The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.

Yes, time ticks away. How you wish it didn’t!

When we look back, we always remember times which we never wanna let go of. We wanna cling to them as hard as we can, lest somebody takes them away. The inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds.

How you wish those days in college come back. How you wish you wake up and you have only a lecture to bunk and not an angry boss waiting for you.

I had ventured out from the confines and comforts of my house for the first time when I joined my graduation. My resolve was firm; I would settle for nothing less than a place at least a day away from my house where I stayed with my parents. After all, I should get enough time to run away lest they planned to visit me.

My wish was fulfilled and the wonder years started. Although, the first year of college was more about remembering the ragging protocols instead of the theory subjects. It somehow passed with some mental and physical damage done to my frame. The very fact that I came out alive strengthened my belief that I am made for better things.

College was a wonderful roller-coaster ride of enduring boring theory classes to huddling up in a room with ten people to do mass-studies during examinations. This was intertwined with rounds of the Hostel of the fairer sex hoping that you get a glimpse of them, the rare species. Didn’t they tell you that girls you would want to catch a glimpse of were rare species in our college? (College stands for most of the engineering colleges in our country). My apologies to the not so rare species – no offence intended.

I miss those endless discussions over tea in the small makeshift tea stall in our sprawling campus which went on till 3 in the night. Sometimes, music and guitar added to the din, albeit in a beautiful way.

I miss those interesting classes on Communication. Well, there was a reason behind the interest. Any guesses?

College is the place to be if you love sports. I miss those football practice sessions where we used to get exhausted even while training was in progress only to know that we were not done yet.

I could go on and on till eternity. Memories there are, so many of them. Memories sometimes behave in a crazy way. They leave you alone when you are in a crowd and when you are alone they stand along with you like a crowd.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future has not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

In my dreams one night, I touched the stars in my flight.

Deep into the dark night, you showed me the enlightening light.

Do not pinch me, my dream is unfinished yet, my memories still by my side.

2008-12-31T01:13:00.009+05:30

Trip to Kemmanagundi

Having been in Bangalore for over one and a half years, the best way to spend a good weekend is to shy away from Bangalore and retreat to some off-beat destination away from the confines of the hustle and bustle of Bangalore city.

But staying in the luxury of hotels and resorts and merely going sight seeing had become quite mundane I must say. So we decided to usher in a different experience this time.

Being the weekend after Christmas, the idea of going to a much-acclaimed and sought after destination did not sound too appealing. So we decided to head for a serene and idyllic place in the midst of Mother Nature.

After much pondering, we decided to head towards Kemmanagundi.

Kemmanagundi is a hill station in Tarikere taluk of Chikkamagaluru district in the state of Karnataka, India. It is located at a height of 1434m above sea level. This was the summer retreat of Krishnaraja Wodeyar IV and as a mark of respect to the king, it is also known as Sri Krishnarajendra Hill Station. Ringed by the Baba Budan Giri Range and blessed with silver cascades, mountain streams, and lush vegetation, Kemmangundi’s beautifully laid-out ornamental gardens and enchanting mountains and valleys views are a treat to the eye. The spectacular sunset view from the Raj Bhavan is a photographer’s delight. For the adventurous at heart, Kemmanagundi offers many peaks to scale and intricate jungle paths to explore.

Place: Kemmanagundi
Distance: ~ 280 kms from Bangalore
Route: Bangalore > Nelamangala > Hassan > Belur > Chikkamagalur > Kemmanagundi
Travel Time: 6 hours.

Now this trip to Kemmanagundi was not like the other trips we had made. We decided to go with an Adventure Trip organizer by the name “Nature Admire”. This group is run by a person by the name Dev Balaji. The entire trip logistics were taken care of by this group which included transportation in a tempo traveler, food, camping (tents and sleeping bags), one instructor by the name Venkatesh and rooms in the Horticulture department lodge on both Saturday and Sunday for changing and getting fresh.

We were a group of 12 people and the package costed us Rs.2000 per person all inclusive.

We started from Bangalore on Friday, 26th December 2008 at around 11:45 PM in a group of 12. We reached Kemmanagundi around 6:30 am the next day. The road from Chikkamagaluru to Kemmanagundi is mostly through the forest area and there are only dirt tracks instead of proper roads. Be prepared for a bumpy ride for around 30 odd kms.

As soon as we reached Kemmanagundi, we were met by the sights of forests, valleys and hills all around. It was a captivating sight to say the least. Kemmanagundi is very sparsely populated, so we couldn’t see too many people around us except for other travelers like us.

We halted at the Horticulture Department guest house as our first stop for the trip. We got into 2 rooms arranged for us and started contemplating about the prospects of taking bath in the cold weather. The prospects looked bleak I must admit but just as David took on the might of Goliath, we had a friend who decided to take the bull by its horns and accomplished the feat of taking bath in the cold water. This spurred the others on and slowly we had more people taking a dip.

After getting ready, we had breakfast in a small canteen in the guest house whose hoarding proudly displays “Vegitarian Canteen”. The only stuff we could get there was bread omlette, dosas and chow chow bhaath…. We prepared ourselves for the ominous task of savoring only these delicacies (if only) for the days to come as that canteen didn’t have other options.

After breakfast, we proceeded towards our first destination for the day – Hebbe Falls. We were dropped off at a point by our tempo traveler from where we proceeded to trek the distance of around 8 kms which would take us to the falls. The way slowly become narrower and was interspersed with 3 narrow water bodies enroute to the falls. After a drudgery of over 2 hours, we finally caught a glimpse of the magnificent falls dropping down in its entire splendor (the source for the falls is the River Bhadra). These waterfalls are inside a coffee estate and surrounded by dense forests and coffee plantations. Hebbe Falls gushes down from a height of 551 ft in two stages to form Dodda Hebbe (Big Falls) and Chikka Hebbe (Small Falls.) Don’t miss a refreshing dip in this herb-infused water.

On the way back from Hebbe Falls, we trekked for some distance before we decided to take the services of a rickety Mahindra jeep. The jeep ride was a once in a life time experience with the driver looking straight out of an F1 racing track. The wheels of the jeep pounded the bouncy and uneven dirt tracks with such force and rigour that made me resolve to replace the tyres in my car with those. A roller coaster ride in any amusement park would be half as exciting as this jeep ride which when finally ended found most of us with our clothes having taken the colour of the red sand enroute.

We finally reached the Horticulture department lodge and had our lunch at around 4 PM after which we decided to rest for a while and then proceed to Raj Bhawan to catch a glimpse of the setting sun. Raj Bhawan has well laid-out gardens and is a good place to spend a quite evening with the setting sun and hills around you for company.

After returning back from Raj Bhawan we proceeded towards the most exciting part of the trip. We reached an open area which was like a field. It had on its edge a drop which lead to the valley below and was surrounded by hills all around. We decided to pitch tents there for the night.

The gutsy wind made it difficult for the tents to stay in their position. We took the help of some big stones to help the tents maintain their position. After finishing with pitching the tents, we started the bonfire and sat around it in a circle.

Then started rounds of gushing beer and vodka mixed with voices singing away to Bollywood tunes. After finishing our dinner we retreated to the confines of the sleeping bags inside the tents with some of us still contemplating whether sleeping in the tempo traveler would be a better idea. Tired after the day’s activities and the alcohol acting as a good sleep-inducer, we were fast asleep in minutes and woke up the next morning amidst the serene and calm Mother Nature for company. It was an exhilarating experience and one which not many of us would easily forget. It earmarked our trip from the ones we had before and left us with a different experience to share and cherish.

We reached the Horticulture department lodge to get fresh and have our breakfast and then proceeded towards the trek to Z-point, an enchanting precious point, a vantage spot. Z-point offers a nice ariel view of the distant Shola grasslands in the undulated Western Ghats. Enroute to Z-point one can also see Shanti falls. Shanti fall proved to be less of a waterfall and more of a stream trickling down the hill. The trek to Z-point was a fabulous experience with the path being extremely narrow and a steep drop to the valley on one side. The view from the top when we finally reached Z-point was breathtaking.

After returning from Z-point, we proceeded back to Bangalore. We halted at Chikkamagaluru for lunch after which we went to see the famous Chennakesava temple in Belur.

Belur was the early capital of the Hoysala Empire. Belur is located in Hassan district. According to inscriptions discovered here, it was also referred to as Velapuri. The main attraction in Belur is the Chennakesava temple complex which contains the Chennakesava Temple (dedicated to Lord Chennakeshava, meaning handsome Vishnu) as the centre piece, surrounded by the Kappe Chennigraya temple built by Shantaladevi, queen of king Vishnuvardhana. There are two more shrines here that are still in use by devotees and there is a Pushkarni or stepped well to the right side of the main entrance. The Dravida style rayagopuram at the entrance which was a later addition by the Vijayanagar kings, who considered this deity as one of their Kuladevata or family god.

The temple is one of the finest examples of Hoysala architecture. It was built by king Vishnuvardhana in commemoration of his victory over the Cholas at Talakad in 1117 CE. Legend has it that it took 103 years to complete and Vishnuvardhana's grandson Veera Ballala II completed the task. The facade of the temple is filled with intricate sculptures and friezes with no portion left blank. The intricate workmanship includes elephants, lions, horses, episodes from the Indian mythological epics, and sensuous dancers (Shilabalikas). Inside the temple are a number of ornate pillars. Darpana Sundari (Lady with the mirror) carved on walls of Belur Temple is one of major attraction in complex.
This temple along with Hoysaleswara temple in Halebidu and the Jaina monuments at Shravanabelagola are being proposed as UNESCO world heritage sites. (Source: Wikipedia).

After this, we resumed on our way back to Bangalore and reached Bangalore pretty late in the night around 1 am majorly because the driver of our tempo traveler believed in the old age theory of “Slow and steady wins the race”. We finally reached the familiar surroundings of our respective neighborhoods and threw our tired bodies to the beds.

Finally to conclude I would say that it was a wonderful trip with experiences to remember for our life times and ones which make us crave for more. Happy traveling.

Rendezvous with Coorg - The Scotland of India (the journey) (Continuation from the post below)

2008-05-16T00:09:00.014+05:30

Cauvery Nisaradhama and Golden Temple, Namdroling (above)

The journey started with Dinesh at the wheel and holy hymns chanting from the car's stereo. It acted as a lullaby putting everybody to sleep with Dinesh maintaining that these hymns would go on until daybreak repeatedly ignoring Deepa's pleas....

People finally woke up and cries of "breakfast" "breakfast" started ranting in the air....We managed with the packaged stuff we had got and stopped for breakfast pretty late....

Enroute to Coorg our first stop was at Namdroling monastery and the famous golden temple. This place is in Bylakuppe, a Tibetan settlement camp near Kushalnagar. It is supposed to be one of the largest Tibetan establishments in the country. We spend the next few hours inside the complex and the monastery... It was so serene and peaceful that we just sat inside the monastery relaxing for a while and clicking pictures. While coming out of the complex I bumped into a college friend and exchanged pleasantries....

The next stop was Cauvery Nisargadhama. It is a breathtakingly beautiful riverine island carved by the Cauvery river in the plains, 2km from Kushalnagar. It can be accessed by travelling over a hanging bridge. Nisargadhama teems with lush foliage, thick bamboo groves, teak, and rosewood. The sprawling 64-acre nature resort has a deer park , orchidarium, and elephant and boat rides. One can also picnic on the sandy beds of the river bank. We also took turns in getting our pictures clicked on a bent tree trunk in one corner of the river.. A nice watery experience it was.. We also had rides on the swings in the park and had some local ice-cream...

Moving on we finally reached Coorg, our eventual destination.. We reached the homestay which we had booked and called up the owner who promised to reach there with the keys in 5 minutes. Return he did only to go back saying he would come soon (never knew soon was 1.5 hours). Thanks to the small kid we spotted with a cricket bat and a ball in hand, we didnt mind..... He came as an angel and pronto - we started a game of cricket.... Deepa was fast asleep in the meantime only to wake up when the ball banged the car exteriors..... Finally the owner did return only to give that house to some other group who had come after us and told us there is a confusion in the bookings. We had paid advance booking money to the travel agency for that place and here we were seeing someone else occupying that house in front of our eyes. We even got into a tiff with the owner but it being alien land, couldnt do much.. He then took us to a few other homestays till we finally decided to settle in one in an isolated place with the valley in the backdrop.....The folks were a local couple and were very hospitable. It was a different experience staying in somebody else's house with the owners also staying in the same place....

Rendezvous with Coorg - The Scotland of India (planning the journey)

2008-04-10T00:45:00.009+05:30

252 kms from Bangalore and 1525 m above sea level lies Madikeri, the district headquarters of Kodagu. Coorg or Kodagu(originally called Kodaimalenadu) means 'dense forest on steep hill'. Dubbed as the Scotland of India, this town has a lot to offer to the tourist. Misty hills, lush forest, acres and acres of tea and coffee plantation, orange groves, undulating streets and breathtaking views are what make Madikeri an unforgettable holiday destination.

Coorg is on the Western Ghats. Set amidst verdant valleys, imposing mountains and teak wood forests, this is one of the most beautiful hill stations you can visit. It lies on Karnataka's southwestern end, covering an area of 4,102 sq km. (info source http://www.karnataka.com/tourism/coorg/)

Bangalore had become boring.. Well did I ever say it was interesting.........Bangalore remained boring, with similar stuff to do on weekends.. No prizes for guessing....

A lot of our weekend plans met with ill-fate, sometimes at the nth hour.... This didnt undermine our spirits and our determination though....

And my buying a car certainly helped - a black Maruti Esteem....

We swung between Pondicherry and Coorg to finally decide on Coorg with the roads to Pondi tilting the balance in favour of Coorg.. Although with hindsight I wouldnt quite say that should be the deciding point as the road to Coorg wasnt great too....

Come Saturday and 4 of us set out for the maiden journey in my car at 5 am when most of Bangalore was either wide awake or in deep slumber...

Continued - Bangalore blues and a dream

2007-07-15T02:24:00.000+05:30

Continuing from where I left last time.....

Bangalore blues are still there... the city still sucks... Feel like going back to Delhi....
Dont know till when would be here in this city.....

The dream is where it was when it started - just a dream.. No more no less.........

Who doesnt want dreams to get fulfilled, i am no exception.....

I sometimes feel lost.. Dont know what to do, dont know where to go.....

But am trying to come out of it now and get back to life as normal.....

Dreams come, some go, some remain... Some get converted into reality.... I dont know how I would classify mine as....... Maybe time would give the answer.......... I even dont know whether its worth it to dream this dream...... But I still cant help myself from dreaming.......

I had a memorable trip to Mysore sometime back... Didnt know Mysore could be so much fun.. Strengthened my belief that its the company that matters.... Visited the Rangpuri pahadi where GABBAR sat witnessing the dance of the erstwhile BASANTi..........

Bangalore is still the same, same traffic, same chaos.....

Dream is still the same....

So I guess things havent changed too much...

Things take time but as ppl say, after all ROME was not built in a day.. I dont know in how many days though....

Bloggers Meet Bangalore

2007-07-10T12:15:00.001+05:30

Bloggers Meet Bangalore
Originally uploaded by herecomesamit

Bloggers and non-bloggers at Koshy's, St.Marks Road, Bangalore in the Bangalore Bloggers Meet.

This meet was to discuss about the Bar Camp which would be held in IIM Bangalore in the last weekend of July.....

Mysore Trip

2007-07-10T12:04:00.001+05:30

Mysore Trip 310
Originally uploaded by herecomesamit

On the way to Chamundi Hills Temple in Mysore.. these are the 6 of us who went to Mysore...
Standing: L to R - Myself, Deepa,Vikash
Standing (row below): L to R - Anubha, Abhijeet, Nidhi

Mysore Trip

2007-07-10T11:59:00.001+05:30

Mysore Trip 043
Originally uploaded by herecomesamit

This photograph was clicked at night in Olive Garden Resort, Mysore. This resort is just adjacent to an entertainment complex by the name of Planet X.

This resort is worth a visit. I plan to go there someday to stay for a day or two.. More pics on my flickr page......

Bangalore Blues & a dream

2007-06-14T16:51:00.000+05:30

A word of caution before I start this post: I dont want to get into a fight with ppl who like Bangalore

Bangalore, the city of IT,IT and more IT........Soo much IT that you actually get sick of "IT".

Congested roads,narrow lanes,traffic emerging out of nowhere from so many side roads, ever demanding autowallahs,the crowded malls and pubs..........

After 5 years in Delhi, this was a stark contrast for me......... Of course, ppl might argue, Delhi is 45 degrees hot....

But somehow, not getting the kind of comfort level with the city... Maybe these are early days.....

My friend says - "Welcome to the Bangalore cribbers community"........

I then decided that have had enough of it.. As wise men say, if you cant change something, change urself...

So, i took it upon myself to make Bangalore a good place for me....

And then I went for this 5 km walk called "Run for Hope" to raise funds for an NGO called "lovedale foundation".

Monday brought a new week and a new dimension to my life........

Curious??? well then, read on.............

Just when I had given up on Bangalore, GOD almight has sent my way a ray of hope, a twinkling star.....

Something,someone,maybe only a feeling, but yes it made me happy. it made me feel good, it made me expectant... it made me see a dream........

Dont know whether i shud be dreaming this dream.. as most dreams are, this one might also be shortlived and do more damage on the way.......

But never mind, atleast it is doing some good....

To be continued.............

AS YOU LIKE IT - Mr. LOVE

2006-05-03T00:26:00.000+05:30

As you like it --

Hmmm... people I am not gonna write about this play of Shakespeare in this post....

I guess this must come as a sigh of relief for most who dont want to revise their knowledge of this very popular play.....

To cut the crap short, lemme come to the point.....

This article means coming out of oblivion for me as I am writing something on my blog after a long time... and guess what - somebody else's post inspired me to shed my laziness and write about nothing else but what - our very own friend Mr.Love........

Well, well, well - pls dont go away.... I promise i would try and make this post as different as it ever could have been......

You know what - I dont believe in most schools of thought about Love.... I believe Love is nothing but a 'STATE OF MIND'....... Love is a feeling, u feel that you are in Love...... But its a transient state of mind, a state of convenience... a state of dreamsssssss.

Love changes as per the phases of life... the reason for me loving a girl in school ws not the same for my loving a girl in college... and now, when i am at a stage of life where my folks are constantly after me to get me married, my reason for love would be different I guess...

If you like a person for a lot of things, you are likely to fall in love with her.... Coz at that point of time, you start to feel that she is the best you can get..... and it also could be that you like the time you spend with her...

But then, as life moves on and priorities change, she just might not fit in your scheme of things for reasons not attributed to her...

So, then what happens to LOVE......

Probably you move on from there, leaving that girl behind.... move ahead a few steps , a few months, a few years and to tell you what ---- here is another girl who just fits the billl......

Well, to be very frank I never have really understood LOVE for a girl........

I think its an arrangement between two people........ This arrangement is based on certain assumptions and certain expectations... The day a mismatch happens, LOVE goes for a walk.....

I always believe that some day I would find a girl who fits the bill perfectly.....
People, I have to leave now and try and find out whats the bill :P

So, keep thinking..... Hope to write something more as my understanding increases...

AS YOU LIKE IT........... Hope you liked the posttttttt atleast.........

My Little Possession

2006-01-05T12:24:00.000+05:30

In my Dreams one night,
i touched the stars in my flight
deep into the dark night,
ur love showed me the enlightening light
thts when i knew
the feeling oh so lovely
oh so new
standing there was she - the girl of my dreams

To be continued...............

The irony of LIFE

2005-06-17T06:15:00.000+05:30

Hi,

all along u carry on living without even thinking of the way we are doing things.
Lets stop for a moment and think whether this is what we really want to do.
If not, what is that appeals to us the most??
Why cant we do that??
try and fend for these answers and start on the right path.
Remember, we have only one life.
Cheers.....

One Year in a B-School.....

2005-06-17T06:04:00.001+05:30

Part - I

In the words of James Packer, the illustrious son of Kerry Packer, "Knowledge is like electricity. The latter lights up everything, while the former lights up a human". It is this quest for knowledge that takes us into a B-school (atleast this is the reason given by one and all). But most people still look with awe at the term 'B-School'. Ironic as it may sound, the name exists and haunts distraught souls like me. I still haven't understood why they call it a school. What a transition - school to college to school. Wow, but don't let the word school fool you. The 'B' before the school changes it all.
As many of my peers, I too had landed up in a B-school with a baggage full of hopes, aspirations and dreams, enough to last me for a lifetime. I am not saying that the baggage is lost, but it certainly has got a bit lighter. I am sure my peers would excuse me for saying this. My reason for saying this is not to demotivate people but to demystify the truth. A B-school in itself is not a panacea.
After spending a year in a B-school, my efforts are to capture it for you. I hope your precious moments sacrificed on this article, would help you to appreciate a B-school better and not otherwise.
The first year started with a bang with all those classes, presentations and assignments with not even Sunday coming to our rescue. Engineering college seemed like one long vacation. The CGPA's (Relative grading for the uninitiated) were made public after each term forcing me to take refuge in some obscure corner in campus. It brought out the Davids and the Goliaths. The campus belonged now to those stalwarts on the top with the others still coming to terms with this disaster, though for me it wasn't unexpected. It is this devil, the CGPA, which has the power of turning friends into foes during examination time, with everybody vying for that extra half mark which would bring them a higher grade. But for non-academically bent people like me, who aspire to bring up the rear end of the academic roster, all my friends remained that way.
Numerous exams, projects and presentations later, we have the measure of how things work in a B school and know how to scrape through with the minimum possible effort. At least that's what we like to delude ourselves into believing. I would like to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt gratitude for Google, the messiah for all of us. Terms like cash cows, activity based costing and PERT don't hit us with a bang. We were supposed to be good at all subjects, which is just like expecting Sachin Tendulkar to represent India in all the sports. A poor engineering soul as I am, with the grace of the Almighty, I managed to scrape through Accounts, which was the most horrendous of all. Submissions have changed in nature. Initially there was a concerted effort by all the group members to make a contribution but this fizzled out with time. The new mode of submissions entails writing down the names of some lost members of your group who suddenly spring up just before submitting them to the Professor. But managers are known for springing last minute surprises, aren't they??

Part - II

After zigzagging in this maze, the annual festival happened to lift us out of this quagmire and re-incarnate us. It promised to set the soul free and give it a lift. It was as if the heavens had opened for us. The descendants of Eve who descended down made us remember once again the famous saying by Keats - "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". Not to deride the womenfolk in my B-school - they carry a beauty of their own. But as we humans are, a change is always welcomed with more than two hands rushing to the occasion. The music had still not stopped ringing when we had to go back to the mundane task of hearing the good, old Professor (assuming everyone listens to the Professor in class). It required no less than a superhuman effort to do this with Keats's beauty back to its original abode.
Then the Summers appeared to augment our troubles. By this time we had become adept at using the B-school lingo for anything and everything. It was something like using something as abstruse sounding as "Bib-Label Lithiated Lemon-Lime Soda" when "7-Up" would have sufficed. After all, George Washington once said, "When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world." We weren't fools to let go of such an opportunity to tell the world that the future managers of the country had finally arrived.
How can any talk of a B-school be complete without a mention of the "home away from home"? Yes, our very own HOSTEL. In the hostel, life begins after dinner. The din starts to take off and becomes vociferous as the night deepens. Don't go away, the day has just begun. Then starts a cycle of endless inactivity.
The summers proved to be a great experience. I realized the vagaries of not being academically bent. As unlike popular belief, a lot of alien things we were supposed to learn in the first year did come across to me. And it seemed to me like I have been told to face up to Shoaib Akhtar's bouncers without wearing a helmet. Fortunately, I was able to escape unscathed. So all those first yearites reading this, do not commit the folly, which this pour soul committed. You might not be as lucky as I was.
All said and done, it was a great first year in a B-school. I learned the tricks of the trade, hopefully I did. The trade was to survive in a B-school. I was bruised, battered, but like those warriors of yore, refused to give up and rose back again the next day. There are poor souls like me who are still in the same state of ignorance as we were when we came here, but there are others who claim to have undergone a lot of value addition, whatever it means. Its time I should end my day as its already 4:00 am. And I have to get up tomorrow to live yet another day.

Concluded.....

Hi all

2005-06-17T05:51:00.000+05:30

Hi, this is just to introduce you to myself
I am Amit Gupta, a marketing professional with a software firm in Bangalore.

The irony of LOVE

2005-06-16T17:04:00.000+05:30

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world
But a word of caution here----- only when you are on the edge of it.
When u enter the world of love --well, what shud I say--- God save ur soul!!!!!