In April - May 2012, we made plan to visit Delhi to meet my sister and my cutest niece who were visiting India for the first time since her birth last year. We decided to include Ahmedabad, my SIL's place, too in the itinerary. Visiting both the places in the months of April and May was going to be a real challenge due to the hot weather.
No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~ Edwin Hubbell Chapin
Does your mother love you?
Does she care for you? Does she tend to you, comfort you, support you, provide for you, thinks for your well-being and comfort before hers ? Be the tree providing shade in the harsh sun called problems and difficulties which life gives to you?
Are you a mother and do you love your kids?
Does you care for them? Do you tend to them, comfort them, support them, provide for them, think for their well-being and comfort before yours? Be the tree providing shade in the harsh sun called problems and difficulties which life gives to your kids?
First of all I want to apologize for being absent on your blogs’ comment sections and not replying to your comments on mine. I have been really busy in studying and thesis work and will remain so for some more time. But I had to write a blog post to keep this blog alive, right? 
Also you must know when I come back I will read each and every unread post and comment So please bear with me till then.
As I mentioned in my last post, D and I had gone to Kolkata in December 2010. During our stay there, we went on two trips – a one day trip in Kolkata only and a 3 day trip to Digha beach which is the most popular weekend destination for Calcuttans.
Wearing pink and attacking couples on Friendship day?? Even kicking a girl while wearing red??
“Ek chutki sindoor ke keemat tum kya jano, Ramesh babu? Eshwar ka aasirwad hota hai ek chutki sindoor, suhagan sir ka taj hota hai, ek chutki sindoor, har aurat ka khawb hota hai ek chutki sindoor…”
Excuse me! I Beg To Differ. This is Crap.
Sankranti means transmigration of Sun from one zodiac sign to the other. Due to the geography and size of India, this festival is celebrated for innumerable reasons depending on the climate, agricultural environment, cultural background and location. In West Bengal, Sankranti, also known as Poush Sankranti after the Bengali month in which it falls, is celebrated as a harvest festival Poush Parbon. The freshly harvested paddy along with the date palm syrup in form of jaggery is used in the preparation of a variety of traditional Bengali sweets.
One such sweet is the famous Pithe. After many years all the members of my family were together on Sankranti and it was decided to make pithes to celebrate the day. [My interests were solely getting a new thing to blog about and to eat 
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Pithes are of various types: Ranga alur pithe (made of sweet potato), chandrapulli,puli pithe (made of coconut), gokul pithe and patishapta (sort of pancakes). The recipe I am going to describe is a stuffed kind of pithe, Puli Pithe. Puli basically signifies the shape of the sweet.
This year I and my parents spent the Diwali vacation with at a relatives place in a small town in Uttar Pradesh. The scenery of rural Uttar Pradesh is beautiful. One can see lush green and yellow fields, mango orchards, wells, cattle, eucalyptus tress and even peacocks roaming freely! But one can also see the lack of electric transmission towers, the darkness at most of the areas, the lack of any traffic rule and the density of population.
I didn’t get a chance to go out much in that town. We made plans of a one day trip to Lucknow (the capital of Uttar Pradesh, India) to do some sightseeing, shopping and eating – my favorite combination So here is an account of that one day trip.
A prestigious school in my city is taking its middle and high school students on an Educational Tour to Europe. For this they are taking around 1 lakh rupees from the parents interested in sending their kids on that tour. And strangely people are giving it to the school administration willingly. I do not understand that why do the students need to go to Europe for learning? What sort of education does the school want to impart by taking them to Europe? Till class 10th all students study History under CBSE board and 80% of it comprises of Indian History. Rest is just World Wars, Dark Ages, Renaissance and Industrial Revolution as far as I recall.
This is the final post in my Summer Vacation Trip series. Click on the collages for enlarged view.
10th June 2009 :- Checked out of hotel at Pune early morning as our Volvo bus to Mahabaleshwar was to depart at 7.00 am. Bus left at 8.00 am!! A closed ac bus and Ghat road didn’t do any good to me due to my motion sickness problem. I think hired cars are better for people like us. As soon as we reached and got off the bus, I was well.
So the day we arrived in Pune that is 7th June 2009 was a rest day for everyone except me. I had my first blogger’s meet that day which I described in my earlier post.
8th June 2009 :- We hired a vehicle to take us to Khandala and Lonavala and back. The driver turned out to be a mobile phone addict!! Thank god we had a safe trip. We stopped at a little restaurant “Shiv Sagar” just outside Aundh. The food was tasty and reasonably priced. Thats the place, our hired car, my parents and my sister’s MIL.
Hello my readers and fellow bloggers. I am back from my 12 day trip. And such a long trip deserves more than one post This is the part 1 of the series of posts. As I had 4 senior citizens with me, I had made this long schedule with plenty of rest days thrown in and it proved to be successful.
This is one of the levels of the popular PC game “Road Rash”. Sadly I play this game in real life daily. How? My daily drive from my home to the college where I work is nothing short of Road Rash’s The City but of Level 5. The description “Nasty traffic and zombie pedestrians” does no justice to the categories of people I come across while driving. Unlike the kicks the biker in the game has, I am armed only with :-
