My journey from NuremBerg to begaluru...

Hi,

Updating my blog in India..Bengaluru...So excited...Sitting in the 13th floor of Discoverer...what an achievement??

I should explain my air travel funda....I was so excited on the previous eve of my departure....The Wednesday 10th of June...It was raining heavily..It was as if the whole NurenBerg is bidding me alvida....Nurenberg is crying...as if it would miss me there...Sky had drawn raibows to bid me bye...trees singing song...River just to still and stagnant....As if it had stopped flowing to see me for the last time...I had hell lot of work..Was trying to finish early so that I have ample time to shop on the previous eve..Chocolates and stuffs like that...But I could not finish it....Phew..Ran to a chocolate shop and bought some 100 Euros chocolate and came back to room....The wave of excitement was pushed back by this work pressure....It vanished...I was continuously thinking about the project delivery on Monday....My mind was flooded with those thoughts....It was my first delivery and a major project checkpoint...I came back to room..WIth the help of Nagaraju and Rajkumar filled all the stuffs into my suitcase and a baggage...We literally struggled to stuff in everything...After all the packing..tried to lift the suitcase...I thought it was 28 Kgs..and the other bag 8 kgs max....Suspense starts now....the beginning of a horrible journey....We cooked aloo sambaar which was so horrible...But I just gulped some rice with it..All excited for the next days plane journey...Butterflies in my stomach...Swalpa excited..Swalpa mad.....phew!! Dozed off...Morning woke up at 6..Thursday 11th March...The D day....Plane was scheduled at 10 AM from NurenBerg ro Frankfurt and 12 PM from Frankfurt to Bengaluru....

We are all emotional fools isn't it?? All the time I was cursing my stay in Room no 361...in the Hotel Maximilian...Now all of a sudden I was so emotional about that room.The bathroom where I bathe..The Kitchen still carrying the marks of my ultimate cooking...The glasses...The plates..The TV..The Bed on which my countless tears have flown and the bed had absorbed all of them...Not to show them to me in the morning...Like some friend....The lamp under which I had written so many poems....Everything...It was painful suddenly to leave that place....The Room no 361..I thanked it for everything it gave me...FOr being with me in my lonely times..My eyes were a bit wet...WIth all these things the other part of my mind was bloody so excited....It was telling..Run Shashank Run..You are going to Bangalore.....I called every concerned people in my life with two calling cards and was excitedly shouting I am coming.I am coming..And finally left the room....Dragged the heaviest suitcase and a huge bag...a bag on my back and a laptop bag hanging loosely from my shoulders...It was drizzling a bit which is quite normal..I checked out from the hotel...And I was out...Out of all the janjat...Took a taxi to flugaphen(Airport)....Reached airport at around 8:30 AM...Came to check in point....Put my suitcase and the other check in trolley baggage on to the weighing machine....Unbelievably...it was 33 Lg + 15 Kg..Allowed is 20 Kg and 8 Kg Cabbin baggage..what next?? I was so petrified..So worried...a little tensed....I cant leave this things here and go..She said allowed is 20 Kgs..yours is 45 Kgs..So please pay 30 euros per kg as extra or leave the luggage here..I took 10 mins time to think....And I did not had money also....Just was so deserted at the airport...Finally made up my mind..I said I cant pay...500 Euros for this luggage..I am going back..Cancel my tickets....but she insisted if u come tomorrow also this problem would be there..And I told here I was coming for the first time.and had bought so many gifts to my family members..Thats the reason its so heavy..Please help..She was kind..She checked in my baggage only for 200 Euros...I was so grateful to her..And the luggage janjat was over.....So I came to the lounge and was waiting only to see the sky turning into ferociously black color...ANd all the planes halted for 30 mins...Shit!! I had a connecting flight from Frankfurt at 12 PM...If I am delayed..I would miss it..I was so worried...The attender there said they have informed the flight in Frankfurt and they woould wait for me..Finally I was coming back to Bangalore..The flight started...rolling on its tiny wheels...splashing the water on the run way....Engine ignited...Leaving out the trails of mirage on the air.....I was so happy..excited....phewwwwwwwww!! It was on air....flying slower than my heart pace.....My heart was beating faster than the engine piston...hmmm...With all the excitement I landed in Frankfurt at 11:50..and the flight to bangalore was scheduled be depart at 12...I was a terminal c..I had to run from A to c which was like running from Hebbal flyover to Vidhana Soudha..and in 10 mins..Still I ran like mad...Like kajol in DDLJ..all the time removing my clothes in advance for the security check..jumped.Hopped ...reached at 12 sharp....with a big question mark on my face....My face revealed it all...The flight attendant said....Sorry..u missed the flight..We announced ur name twice...SOrry...Thats it..My face was a rotten apple laid in a cow dung...I asked her what next??? the moment I completed this sentence...two other guys..one from Nokia..Hemang and other from Shobha Renaissance...came with their heart pumping to its maximum..Bang...a..lore...12..o;....phew...clock..flight...what??? she said u missed it sir...we all ran to an alternative ticket counter...where we all got a ticket to Dubai (Emirates) at 3:45 PM and from Dubai to Bengaluru at 4:45 AM (Dubai time)....shit....10 hours delayed....I was so sad ...We all went to a beer bar..and those guys started boozing.with noodles falling on one guys shirt..and some guy was telling the same story again...So in between drunkards..i was almost like a drunkard...with my body swaying...my mind not all happy...We were chatting there till 2:40...and the lasst check in time is 3 o clock for Emirates..This is called over acting...And we had to run again 5 Kms in 10 mins....We all were running like mad dogs....finally to reach terminal B..exactly on time..we being the last passengers....with a sigh of relief..I sat in 44G....after a minute..turned to my left to find a super model....Yes she was a super model...sooooooooooper looks and Dubai girl...In Emirates each seat would have a TV screen...And there will be 100 movies..1000 songs and latest hits..It was too good...all my worries were gone...I was thinking which and all movies I need to watch...With a list on my mind..Started watching Dostana...THough I was a bit embarassed to watch that movie in front of her...She was smiling at me...And my usual smile mixed with a tinge of shyness...Then I watched Billu(No Barber).....Then Valkyrie...(due to extreme interest in Hitler and Nazis these days)....And I did not even had a nap...She slept off for sometime...But she looked like some big time model..because all the air hostess...and a manager there..everyone were coming and asking her if she wants something..If she is feeling ok and all....one poor creature was sitting next to her and watching all these with its innocent face...its me...hee hee :)....So finally she decided to talk to me.....She said I cannot watch Dostana now..I always wanted to..Can you please tell me the entire story??...I was like..haah!! Dont mind when I use words like gay and all...she said its completely ok....you go ahead..And story telling..No one can beat me...I explained her bit by bit...SHe said..You tell in so much detail...amazingly..!! and all..with all the compliments..This time I knew when a girl praises someone she wants some favor...next the captains announcement..The flight is scheduled to land in Dubai in another 30 mins..Thats it...She took her ear rings...handed them to me..with a precaution, handle them carefully haah!!!....I just nodded like a kid...might be she was having fun...So many people played with my kid like nature.....and exploited it..............Then she took out her make up kit...all I could hear was phussssssssssssssssssssssss phussssssssssss sound of the spray....aroma of the perfumes...and her hair...Lip gloss smell....and foundation ..different colors..brick color, cream color..red color..pink color..that this...5 mins..She asked me her ear rings back..I turned left...To see..to see an angel kind of girl ..she was looking gorgeous...superb!!....Now I believe if someone uses makeup to enhance their beauty..its good....

Next stop..Dubai...We all got down in Dubai..She bid bye to me..and she was busy on call...She went off...I got down from plane to find the temperature to be 39 degrees....Where the Europes cool 4 -5 degrees and Dubais 39 degrees..Body was just feeling uneasy...discomfort...disarrayed...Went inside airport..DUbai Aiport the sick place on earth..where you can find more Indians than anywhere else..Every 3rd person is an Indian there...Tamil, Malayalam, Hindi...I could hear for them for the first time....crazy people with lungi..buying gifts in all the duty free shops..flooded with people..Like Big bazaar on a saturday evening...crazzy place..I had 8 hours of time in DUbai..I just slept somewhere on some chair..I was not getting sleep also....roamed around...but i was so restless.....From Dubai to Bangalore..it was such a horrible thing..Plane was full....I was last person in the last seat...near to kitchen...Hee hee :)..Again the movies...So was busy watching movies again...I was so happy once I was into Indian Ocean....phew!! If I die now..I will atleast die in Indian ocean...phew!!...Then had my breakfast ....was so eager..Plane was scheduled to arrive here at 9 AM.....Time was 8:30...Zoomed the TV camera in front of my screen to see the land below....In Emirates we have an option to watch the camera which is fixed onto the front and top of the plane..So was seeing bangalore through it..in the TV screen...The same dry dry land...patches of green....9 o lcok...tannnn!!! I was so excited...But bad luck again..The captain announces..." A bird is dead on the run way...we are landing in some time once we get green signal....Please relax..We have enough fuel on board..."..I was about to jump off...If i had a parachute..patience was running out..Finally without any announcement..I could see I am nearing land in the TV screen and it touched the Run way..dhadammm.....Over I am n Bangalore boss...I am here....I took my luggage...and came to a counter where there was a check for Swine flu.....From there..I came to luggage counter...where all suitcases were coming..But not my luggage..I waited..waited..the last bag was mine....Crack thing...SHit! i was so tensed...I had paid 250 Euros for my luggage....Finally I bid bye to Nokia manager and the one in Shobha Renaissance....and came out ..Just to find the temperature as hot as oven..and erratic traffic...noisy world...sweat..dust...people shouting..Brain took 1 hour to get adjusted..The ear drums strained to take this sound...Then I found one Meru Taxi wala..Finally I was heading home..WIth half sleepy..with mixed emotions....In these 3 months I had lost someone....Dont take the meaning dead...Someone close to me had moved out of my life...So I was recollecting all the good memories..and with so many things running in my mind....I was listening to drivers story..He was telling about him..When he came to bangalore 30 years back and all...But for me..It was just a hummmmm....Reached my room..kept all the luggages..just when I sighed..phew...A call from my manager..Urgent come to offfice..i took bath..and immediately set off to office in BMTC....wowo what a comeback???? Shit!!! From that day till date I have hardly been in house...Stupid life....I feel like I should go backto Shimoga as a lecturer and lead a calm life....I am so stressed out..I wanted to see my mother so badly..my dad....I am not able to go even to my home town...Finally leaving this weekend....I have been spending all my weekends at this sick place called ITPL....I hate this place...And commuting on a bike ..morning 2 hours in hot sun and evening 2 hours back home..I am so fed up with everything........Mad world......

Nothing is going right in my life....Everything is so scary for me....The whole world...the people....my very existence........All of a sudden I am feeling left out..i am feeling very lonely...Not even a single message on my phone...Luckily I have few friends who call me ..Else i would have died by now....

Still a lot more to update and a kavana....Keep watching this space...:)

And the thing which I wanted to take decision once I come back here...it was self-decisive and the it was not at all my decision..It was decisions decision....So the result is known now...

you were the sunshine of my day
You were the stars at night
you were the person I loved
until you drifted away
and broke my heart
So when I think of you now
you're the darkness at night
and rain in the day.

Love,
Shashank

The week that was not pleasant...

Hi,

I want to start With an update on the trip to Garmische trip. When we were in the peak for the first time, we met one American couple..who were pretty old...Around 60 Years....But they were so young at heart..It was one of the nice conversation I had recently with a people of different nationality. They were from Michigan..The Lake Michigan..They had come to Europe by flight and from there they had rented a car. Just by operating on GPS and the paper maps they wanted to cover entire Europe within 15 days...They were on a holiday for 15 days..Phew!! I was just awed by the energy they had...At their age, we would be not able to tour even our house...from bathroom to bedroom...:).....And how close they were....pulling each others legs in their conversation and laughing out loudly...Livng their life to the fullest....We all happened to meet there at the hill top with thick fog covered...With each others face barely visible....We all came down and introduced ourselves...Uncle was with one university from past 32 years ..(like college principal) teaching students until high school...Aunty was also with the same institution...Knowing we are Indians..He said he has the highest respect for Indians...The way we work..The hunger we have in ourselves to excel....He said in his university, all the bright students are Indians..and he feels the younger America is not fit for anything...they want to enjoy life....They take life so easy...All they want is a sagging jeans and a t-shirt and roam around in their car...I felt very proud..I just spoke about how Americans live in big big Villas even though they will be alone...how they waste food by dumping them in the huge huge refrigerators....how different it is in India and how conservative we are when it comes to expenses..The middle class attitude towards life...saving for tomorrow...anticipating something bad....They found that topic so relevant...and aunty was laughing they were also staying in some huge villa...on a lake side...where they can boat to lake Michigan from that small lake....We talked about all the places in Europe..It was a nice, warm chat for half an hour..And we all took the cable car down to Eibsee together.....They have so many places to visit..13 days more to go...they walked away holding each others hand....bidding bye to us..I just see them awed from far till they are gone out of sight...I was awed only for the love they had for each other....These days(the mobile zamaana), a person gets tired of loving a person for 2 years....They start telling, we have grown up..I dont see you the same way you were....realtions have changed..we have reached a new level .....blah blah!! For I believe love should spread on to ages....each day it should get intense...each day love should be loved in a different way.....not the days..not the distance should ruin the very word love....else its not love...its just a compromise.....a compromise to lust....Relationships take years to build and nurture and understand.Even the slightest deviation in the conduct as a code for the people concerned, results in grievous harm to it . No two people were the same or otherwise are the same, once they step into a similar brain. The practicality of all this may not be too appealing to all sections of society and for that an expression of disgust may enter the brian. But eventually all works out fine, provided your balance of attitude remains constant ; calm, tolerant and exuding good will.....But nowadays changing love or feelings is as easy as a prepaid number...It can be changed anytime...

With that, I am counting my days here ....to come back to India...I want to see my house being constructed ...The terrace is being laid now....I am so excited....When I was leaving to Germany, all there was a broken tiled house...I had this dream of constructing a good house and see my mother walking around in that.....without a wrinkle on her forehead of rain drops hitting her head....and the house being blown away in the wind...her sleep too...And my father sitting and reading newspaper without any worries on his shoulders...I hope I am a good kid..I hope they are happy about me....And I want this dream to be complete atleast.......Though many of my dreams lie shattered in my mind like my tiled house there...Even the mess is so much in my mind...huge pile...I cant clean it anymore..So walking with that mess....the dump...in my mind...Though its heavy....

Last weekend was IPL weekend, where I spent the whole two evenings on IPL....Had taken internet connection broadband WLAN just for that sake and was happy watching them sopcasted onto my laptop...Though the sopcast was delayed by 2 mins from the livecast..But I wanted to watch Kumble...I wanted to watch Dravid....These are the iconic people every youngster should follow....The dignity..The dedication..The humbleness..The Target..The Grit...The Patience...The Result....Not Ranbir Kapoor or some MTV roadie.....I was just so excited about the Finals....Royal challengers almost making there,,,,Kumble taking 4 wickets..And the score restricted to 148 ....Everything was dream....but we lost it...We lost it....:( I could not believe...BUt Yet I am proud of Royal Challengers ..they really have put up show as a team....except for Robin Utthappa....He is just not playing cricket anymore....atleast he did not try...I am sad for that...

And 3 days went just like that.....I was waiting so eagerly for 27th of May....The big match of UEFA cup...Barcelona Versus Manchester United.....I am a big fan of Barcelona...Messi...Xavi...Iniesta...I was just going crazy....Everyone in europe are crazy, mad about football..They can leave their jobs, wife and kids for the sake of it....SO every restaurant was telecasting the same on a big screen and with a beer.....Hope If I was a drunkard..I would have watched a match drinking a beer in a bierGarten.....and the whole city was pumped up for the action..I can see a Ronaldo in each ones face and Messi in some others...I was even excited...I support Barca for a noble cause..They are the only team who does not have a sponsor and the money they earn shall go to UNICEF...I was watching with so much tension inspite of having high fever...and tears rolling out of my eyes due to the high temperature...The first goal by ETO D...and the second goal by Messi....It was soooooooper thrilling....After the match I was so convinced that Barcelona won the match....Had a superb sleep galloping one paracetamol......

Two days went just like that in the office..and The long weekend..We had holiday on June 1st..my birthday....Saturday was my shopping day..Where I loaded my wallet with 300 Euros and set on a mission..with people list in my pocket..There were 18 entries..So..My aim was to strike off each entry buying something for them....Bought some stone necklaces and ear rings to my sisters...Sweaters to my nieces..Jackets to my brother-in-laws....I was so tired on that day...And I bought a very cute pearl thing and a ring in that shop..Thats for someone special who is going to come in my life..I will keep for her...Advanced buying haah :)....

Sunday , we had been to Franken Stadion where there was a football match of NurenBerg..We did not get any tickets though...BUt looking at the people and the craziness...I was so awed...And late in the afternoon I just relaxed at home watching movies...'ITalian job', 'Enemy at the gates', 'Home Alone', 'Finding Nemo', 'Shrek'....And was missing my friends so much..So so much......because it was going to be my Bday next morning....Lasst year my friends had given me a surprise visit at around 11:45 and we had cut cake and celebrated my Bday ..may be first time in my lifetime....That was so special.....I was missing them a lot...And Monday, my friend Anand was the first person to wish me...Followed by Teja..Aravind, Harsha and Latha....Then I had called my parents, sisters....And I did not keep a step out of my room that day....cooked some junk food and ate it.....So it was a sad sad Bday.....The song which I was listening was and was apt for the moment..

Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Duaa Ke Badle Duaa Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Khushi Ke Badle Khushi Nahin Milti
Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai ..Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa hai

Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti..
Ishq Kitnaa Rulaaye Saari Duniyaa Bhulaaye
Beqaraari Badaaye
Chain Ek Pal Na Aaye
Log Ishq Mein Kyaa Se Kyaa Hue
Mil Gaye Kabhi Phir Judaa Hue
Bas Khizaan Mili Is Bahaar Mein Umr Kat Rahi Intazaar Mein..
Kyun Kisi Ko Hansi Ke Badle Hansi Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti

Ye Pal Kahin Thahraa..Nahin Yaadon Pe To Pahraa ..
Nahin Jab Davaa Se Bhi Zakhm Na Bhare ..Aise Haal Mein Socho Koi Kyaa Kare
Kyun Kisi Ko Khushi Ke Badle Khushi Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti
Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai

The special day had gone just like that....And it was too normal to me.....So June 1st had gone on a sad note...So one more year of struggle...Since I have cried on a birthday.....Its sad
“ People are made to be loved and things are made to be used. The confusion arises in the world when “people are used and things are loved”.

I am struggling a lot to finish off my assignment which I have to before I come to India..So going late to room...its Europe or Mars..we Indians are Indians...Going late to home is our routine....:)...

Waiting for this weekend to get over..The next weekend I will be in Shimoga....Hope nothing like the Air France accident happens...where 250 people will be flying over the vast Atlantic ocean and suddenly they vanish..Wrecks falling on to the ice cold water....phew!! :(

And as usual my one poem:
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Kanninna ghaajina mele iruva kanassugalella..
Chooru chooragi kanna chucchutiralu...
kanna haniyondhu kannige saanthwaana needuvanthe moodidhe...

Idhe kannina ghaajina mele iruvaa ninna pratibimbha.
kanna terevaa kshanadalella chandrananthe udayisi...
Adhara beladingalaaa belakinalli naa nadeyuthiddhe......

Kannadiyelli indhu moodidha nanna pratibimbave nanna aatmeeya..
naa aluvaaga thaanu nondhu atthu..
nanna kanna haniya jaadannu thaanu hididhu...
nanna appikondu nintidhe...

One more:
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There are sometimes when I don't want to see you

There are sometimes when I don't feel like talking to you

There are moments where I feel like choking you

After all those times you made me cry.

Because you made me suffer for a long time.

When all my wounds were healed, you had to
come and open them apart.

So thanks to you, I have a broken heart.

So please, stop coming along because next time
I'm going to rip you apart.

one more:
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Thu khudaa hai meraa, meraa imaan hai
ishq karnaa teraa mujhpe ehsaan hai
tu subah kaa ujaalaa mere vaaste
tu mere vaaste dilnashin shaam hai
tere dil mein Thikaanaa rahe umr bhar
phir kisi aashiyaane ki parvaah nahin
aye meri zindagi tu mere saath hai



Love,
Shashank