Monday, December 31, 2012

Stupid random thoughts

Predicting the time to failure of a complex system is basically the aim of reliability analysis. I mean If at the end of the day I cant tell when a system would fail its stupid of me to study that system.
Frankly I think the probability approach is not suitable because it takes data with a bias. MTBF must fit a probability curve. We twist and turn trying to fit a curve with substantial data falling out. Its not a nice way for PROGNOSIS. If I cant tell you weather the toss will be a heads or tails , What use is of the word '50%' probability.
My hypothesis of diagnosing a fault is this:

Suppose we line up the times between failures on a strainght line . With breaks consisting of up times and solid lines consisting of failure times , can we find a pattern? Can we find some scaling? Can we find repetative patterns of small failures inbetween big failures? Can we find a fractal dimension of the pattern of failures? and Can we extrapolate this? I mean if I find that the MTBF line of say a pump is say of .76 dimension, can I make a guess about how it is going to be in next ten years?

My central question is this...Is there a pattern or scaling in failure times? It could be possible that the pattern squezes as we near the death of the system but central idea is this..IS there a pattern? Is there a rythm to way things go down?

I dont kno..but I strongly feel that there is . there is a song of systems going duff..Its a song with not-random beats. Its a song we havent analysed. We hear just random beats and try and fit a curve ..but fitting a curve doest take into account the sequence :

For example say the time to failures is : 1,3,4,2,3,2,3,3,3
Now by probabilty analysis the points are just points,they are taken and fitted around a weibull distribution and parameters are taken out. Where do we take into account weather it was 1>3>4>2..? or 1>4>3>2?

What matters is cumulative time and time to failure..We never study the pattern. do we?

Sunday, September 30, 2012

a little bit..

There will be always a little left..
There will always be a litlle right...
In the world of balance..
things will be little tight..
A little patch of sunshine ..
A fistfull of moondust..
Some patch of clear blue skies..
And a little bit of mismatch..
a little left..
a little right..
there will always be a skew..
a little more broth..a little less brew...
a little here ..and a little there..
somewhat this , somewhat that..
thats what it always is..
a little of this and a little of that ;)

Monday, September 10, 2012

Deep inside..

Deep inside ....isnt a nice place. Deep inside is a scary place. A place of ghosts , apparitions and blood. Deep inside is a place no one wants to go. Light rarely enters and darkness rarely leaves. Its pulsating, dark and moist. It has a smell ..a mesmerisingly damp smell. Deep inside is a small beat...beating to its own rythm..sometimes erratic, sometimes sad and very rarely happy. Deep inside is a soft place, exposed to the elements it would wither and die ..but in the moist arena of memories it grows its own fungus. Its own poison ..its own nectar. It has its own movie and its own projector. Sometimes old vintage movies are shown ..rarely new movies come. Few people stay deep inside. Some are wanted some just refuse to go away. Deep inside loves hates light. Light chases away shadows ..and deep inside IS a shadow. Deep inside is a dirty place..its a bad place..its a vulnerable place. Its not a place one visits of a picnic..its a dungeon that most people are dragged to. There they are forced to watch the movie they hate the most...smell the smell they hate the part of life they hate most. Its a place no one wants to go but ends up invariably. Deep inside is a parasite that cant be killed, a parasite that cant be cured..its an animal which lives so deep that to kill it would be to kill the being. 

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The CCNA thingy

This may be a bit out of the line for a blogspot entry but what the heck. I thought I would put down a bit of the summary of a course on networking. It was a 14 day course and kind of interesting because it opened my eyes a lil.

We generally use internet so often that we tend to take it for granted but there is another world lurking below the software jargon. The world of switches and routers that kind of is boring but in some ways is terribly easy to know.

The course concentrated on use and configuration of Routers(of course CISCO ones). What we learnt is this:

1. Routers are "intelligent" switches operating on an OS called IOS.
2. Routers connect one network to another.
3.You can use routers to monitor traffic between networks and also do a bit of jiggery-pookery to configure them.
4. Basically you can tell them 'connect this network to that'..poor guys will do that.But even more in teresting is that you can tell them..'dont allow this ,dont allow that etc'
5. The basic identity of the end device that is your computer is the IP address and the MAC adress..its like the id of an individual.
6. Switches are low level routers used for LAN and guess wat you can programme them too to do your bidding.

7. TELNET is an awesome way to get inside the Switch /Router from any computer.

8. Servers can be any computer..basically all servers do is to store tables. Depending upon your choice, tell the server to use the relevant table to route traffic. Sab tables ka khel hai.

9. A programme called Packet Tracer is the software you use to configure switches/router on a GUI. A CLI is the alternative way to do it. Using it you can give your switch any property thats allowed.

10. Tea is a must in a 4 hr class

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A distant love

When a group of us got our first few months of pay packets... flushed with new found wealth and an adrenalin rush of acquiring gizmos commensurate with our pumped up bravado...most of my freinds bought their first bikes and the first music systems. Then there were a silent competetion to buy the most PMPO output music systems and the highest BHP bikes. A few opted out in the start itself . Reconciled to lower range "practical" bikes and box stereo midis. The Hero Honda splendour and the small philips hi-fidelity systems ..well which did their 'functions'..!! Then there were high players ..the Honda CBZ/Bullet guys with high end Music sysetms from  Sony to JBL.
I bought a Suzuki fiero and went hunting for a music system . I somehow had narrowed on a sony when I came across a BOSE wave radio in a Pune showroom. I was zapped. The Sony was nowhere near the sound of a Bose. And even pricewise the comparision wasnt fair. The Sony was in the range of 15k while the bose one was 29k.
29 k for a Music system was beyond my ken ..but then I had decided that I would either buy a Bose or never buy a system. To keep saving for that system I settled on a Rs 400 amplispeaker wired to my walk phone. And this continued till I bought a PC Speaker (bose) for 5k in 2003.
Even till now the Wave Radio of Bose was beyond my budget and I couldnt make myself 'waste' 29 k on a small 'dabba'. Even if it was the best dabba!
Life rolled on and I went through many ups and downs. Emotionally, socially and financially. Every one year or so I would have some or the other chance to go up to a Bose showroom and hear the system play classical music and come back..thinking.."someday..someday..I will come back from a run ..bath and change ...take a nice drink and put a great ghazal on this one and listen it through the night". That someday somehow was always out of reach.
A few days ago..When I landed in mumbai..I was desperate for a small music player. I went with a view to check out a small player in the 10k range. I came across a new product that Bose was selling .A wireless sound dock. It was almost double ,19k than what I had in mind. But it was a Bose and had decent acoustics. But as I was listening to it..the Wave radio had started in the background. I I realised that , yes it was an illogical decision but a decision that was 9 years long overdue.
I almost instantenously paid for the system..Bought it to my room and wired it up. The first sound wafting out of it was no technical marvel but sounds of 9 years of waiting ...! I know it will be difficult to will be difficult to logicalise a >30k 'dabba'..but I also know that life is full of somethings that are worth that serious lack of rationality. Maybe this is just one of them ..Maybe 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


troubled sleep..troubled deep...
troubled is the mind within..
troubled is the body pure..
troubled is the mind in sin...

troubled by the solitary reaper..
troubled by the lonely sleeper..
troubled in the way to conform..
troubled in substance and form..

troubled by the wanton peace..
troubled by the loving vice..
troubled by the past galore..
troubled by the misty future..

troubled by the false promises..
troubled by the unkept leases
troubled by the wretched glory,..
troubled by a well acted story..

troubled by the lack of trust...
troubled by the bubble burst..
troubled by the excellent acting..
troubled by the lamb so trusting..

troubled by the thoughts..
the would be's and the ought's
troubled by interest..
and troubled by the disgust...

Sunday, April 15, 2012

In defence of our politicians

There was a story shared by a guy on a social site. It goes like this.... A man goes to a shop and sees a bronze statue of a rat in a shop. He kind of likes it and asks the shopkeeper for the price. The Shopkeeper says "10 $ for the statue and 1000$ for its story"....Now being an Indian , the customer pays only 10 $ and wallks out with the bronze rat. As he walks out ..hundreds and thousands of rats get out from all alleyways and corners and start following him. He gets scared and runs for the river. Faced with a multitude of rats he in panic throws the statue into the river..The rats all jump into the river following the statue and die .
The man rushes back to the shop ..panting. The shopkeeper smiles and asks him"So, now u would want to buy the story?"...The man looks stunned and shouts back.."Fuck the story..u got any bronze statue of an Indian Politician!!?"
Good natured , apt and however funny the story may be ..It underlines the deep resentment that the political class inspires in a "normal" man on the street. Everytime we win something in sports, entertainment or otherwise..we almost always have a politician countering it with something pretty cheap and despicable. True we hate our politicians. But before we jump the gun and start a fatwa calling for a beheading of all of the political class, we must sit down and first have a good look at ourselves first. A politician in India is not a foreign specis. He/She/It was born in the same society that he rules , he was born with the same ethics and morals that the society followed. He was born amidst us with the same aspirations and ambitions as that of
his electorate. Then suddenly how come he became the villian of the movie? How come he is responsible for most of organised crime business? How come he rapes women and kills children like there is no tomorrow? How come a nice guy like us becomes a "Politician"? How come?...

Nice guy like us?? Hmm...!! Nice guys like us? Yes of course..Nice guys like us ! Nice guys who never follow any rules..or rather follw rules as it suits them? Nice guys those never ever have any moral issues with accepting bribes..or giving them? Nice guys who will create an ethical or moral debate over the length of a girls skirt but will eat in the vicinity of a leaking sewerage pipe without even thinking a bit about the remedy for the same . Nice guys who will hoot for shaking boobs and jiggling bums but will never have the ability to see the art behind the show? Nice guys who will twist the story to suit their version. Nice guys who given enough leeway would molest every maid that ever came their way. Nice guys who will flick that extra earphones from aeroplanes, pinch butts of women in bus and spit over a nice clean corner..

Of course , we wonder how such devilish politicians came from amidst us..We wonder!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Jamnagar/Vadinar Maritime santuary

The most difficult thing to do on a Sunday morning is to get up from bed at 530. Despite the gargantuan efforts needed we all at Jamnagar decided that a visit to the Narura/Vadinar Maritime sanctaury was worth it.
So packed in tow cars we drove on to the Dwaraka-Jamnagar highway , took a right turn at Vadinar and reached the sanctuary at around 830. Its 55 kms dot from the Valsura naval base and fees are 250 rupees per car, 100 for camera and 200 for guide. Guide is a must.

We approached the sea bed and walked almost 2 kms inside in the knee deep waters as the guide showed us baby octopusses, corals, and starfishes. Missed Turthes and sting ray.

Must carry, includes, hats, waterproof rubber sandals and a great camera.

Friday, February 24, 2012

The mundaneness of life!!

There have been so much of gyaan on life that one tends to get overwhelmed ...especially when coming to leading it the "correct" way. People rush to godmen , psychologists, quacks and philosophers in order to find "deeper" meaning of life!! Sometimes following them to such a degree of imitation that their own lives becomes a sad caricature of those they seek to follow. Its a sad thing to see.
Sad because its like a begger sitting over a trunk of golden coins , asking for pennies. The men that tend to lead him never encourage to open that trunk because of the simplest reason that once he gets hold of that trunk's keys then he will never need pennies from you.

My two pennies about life (not to be followed or taken seriously) is this. Life is a verb and not a noun. Its a continous process and no one ..NO ONE ..knows the "right way". They might have done something which would have worked out for them but given a slightly different scenario it would have worked totally opposite! Hence to ape someone else's life is not only stupid but catastrophic.

Morality and ethics are not trash , however one must realise that absolute ethic and absolute morality is stupidity taken to extreme. If anyone starts his talks with morality and ethics prepared for a truckload of bullshit ahead.

Political correctness is another great paradox of life. The politically correct are often the most useless, talentless and unexciting blokes that you can ever meet. However the love that the general humanity bestows upon these assholes is inversely proportional to the use they have to humanity.

Love is a rare thing. Grab it whenever it comes your way. Even if its fleeting, even if its stupid, it has the rare distinction to make you happy. Love in whatever form, be that of automobiles, clothes , persons ..whatever shows that there is still a small part of you which can take decisions on its own.

As far as I can deduce, life is basically a mundane grey and undulating landscape. You have to make it exciting, lively and lovely. If you cant spare the honesty and perseverance to do it..probably you are just happy the way you are..

Stop wasting others time ;)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Fool!

The fool is the epitome of survival. He has no special talents hence he doesnt feel the pain of being kept away from anything. He doesnt love anything so deeply as it can hurt him and hence he is powerfull. He suffers from no ego or shame as he has neither. His standards change with every situation hence he fits in everywhere.His flexibilty gives him great powers. His passivity is his strength. Hedoesnt fight, he waits for his competetors to give up. He doesnt have to do any thing to the best quality, mediocrity is his right. His aims are dictated by the biggest group he belongs to and hence he is a team player. He can sacrifice his love for work because there is nothing to love. His priorities are vague hence they never interfere in his drudgery. He will laugh if the majority laughs and will cry if the majority cries. He will do everything with great averageness and hence will have a presence. His expectations are zero and he doesnt posess a spinal cord.

He is invincible. Never ever understimate the power of a fool !!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Chikni Chameli's murder

 The first time I heard the ''Chikni Chameli" Song(yeah I heard it before I saw it) , it struck me as quite catchy. Ignore the 'pahua' bit..thats so 80's(Now its pegs).Infact I saw the original marathi song and although shabbily picturised , the tune was the doubt. 
Then I saw the famed song on TV. 

With the start of the song, Ms Kaif, comes lumbering into the frame.Her huge and immovable butt trying to ram into the camera lens. Then she tries a classic 'jhatka'...And I fell off my chair. What the hell are you doing,maam? The pelvis of a woman is decidedly much more flexible than a man, and hence women are naturals doing the jhatkas(you never almost see a man doing that). But but but, Ms Kaif managed to pull off the impossible,she made the jhatka look as un-sexy as possible. It was as if she was thrusting the ..err. ...base ,at  the camera. And believe you me, one never insults the camera and gets away with it. In the next frame Ms Kaif is shaking her boobs and trying to look 'seductive'..oh yeah with eyes like the 'joker in batman' doesnt leave much to imagination.

So the entire song, while the background dancers try their best to put some rythm into the beats, Ms Kaif, brutally mauls the beautiful dance moves. A gunny sack with mutton stuffed and jiggled infront of the frame could have been sexier.You can infact hear the cut to cut moves of the dance master. Jhatka..1,2,3, tilt your head...jhatka no2, 1,2,3,4.....chest thrust..1,2,3, smile. Okk,now lets have a boob shake..1,2..1,2..good..CUTT!!

As per her expressions , I have seen better and more expressive Manmohan Singh. Dear ms Kaif, you really cant get away with opening your pout everytime(whats wrong with her lips? ..too much plastic surgery or just plain bee bite?). Its highly deplorable that most of India finds you sexy. (as longs as you are gori and chikni..I guess you are the dreamgal). But please dont overdo it. Sexy and you are antonyms. Dont kill the famed item numbers please, they are a succor to us despo Indians.
Dear Ms Kaif,For classes please have a look at munni badnaam song. You will find the alleviation of that song to almost classic level by Malaika Arora. And look where have you got that pretty song into . Have a bit of shame . Only fat white butt will not get you art..! Neither will you be exonerated on the charges of murdering an awesome song . Here is wishing that someday justice will catch up with you and bring you to book !!

And will beat your oversized ass with a wide spatula to death.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Kya fayda?

Kya 'fayda' - Two foreigners(britons as I later found out) backpacking drew me and my freind's attention as we were standing by a chai shop. Swirling his tea he smirked ..'saale c*&*@# , pata nahin inko kya fayda milta hai ..ghar baar chod ke yahan khaak chaan rahen hai'..'kya fayda'!! 
This brought me up to another convo I had with a classmate when I was in IIT. I was pretty excited about a C++ class which was being offered as a part of the extra classes(for a nominal fee). He came up to me and asked innocently"Why are you taking this class? Isse kya fayda hoga?"

Cut to today. We were discussing which cycle is the best to buy. One of my friends made a very patronising remark that all said and done , no foreign made cycle could compare with Indian make ones for Indian conditions. I kind of chided him and said this was not so. The quality and construction of companies like Cannondale were far more superior..especially when you are in mountains or on rough terrains. He blurted out.."First you spend 18k on a cycle and then you take it to a mountain ..Kya fayda?"

Kya Fayda? Whats the profit? Hmm....he had a point!! Why climb mountains? Why river raft? Why read non-syllabii books? Why paint? Why write? Why learn 'non-work' software? Why travel? ..kya fayda?
True ..very true !
Kya fayda?I am not singling out my freind because I have heard this asked in a lot of places , by a lot of 'well meaning' people.
To question this we must understand the defination of fayda ! Fayda or profit means quite different things to different people,depending upon the status they occupy. We Indians(most of us billion strong) are at a such low level of existence that our Profit defination stops at monetary paradigm. We are so obsessed with money that even when we have plenty of it we really do not have the ability to think beyond it.

Thus we have rich houses and shabby public places. We live in dirt because we cannot understand the concept of cleanliness. We are religious but rarely spiritual, thats because a mind that stops at only money cant see the difference between the two. Places like puri and haridwar are living examples. We pay lip service to anti corruption drives , yet love taking a small bribe here and there. Because we cannot grow up to understand the concept of honesty.

All our extensive knowledge was of no use against foreign invaders because we never understood the concept of pride, shame and ego. We only understood money. And that was the only thing we got.

So, of course, those two foreigners collecting experiences and knowledge of a different land, enriching their memory and taking back valuable thoughts, were on a profitless mission.
No money=No Fayda

Sadly he forgot one important thing , despite such blatant stupidity , these people (400 of them) managed to rule over a million of us for quite some time.
But then is there any importance of asking such a question? Nope ! Kya fayda!!

PS: This is a work in progress, I intend adding a few more thoughts !!

Saturday, January 14, 2012


When do the tears flow ..
When do the thoughts slow...
When does the wind stop..
When does the dew drop..

When does the sands grind..
when does the sunshine find..
When does the day end..
When does the roads bend..

When does the search end..
when does the idea stand..
When does the time fly ..
When does a person die..

Thursday, January 12, 2012


This relates to an incindent which happened around a year back as I was travelling from Bhubaneswar to Vizag on a train. In the seat facing me there was this grand daddy who was talking to a youngish guy (around 20ish). Since I am generally lost in music or gazing out of windows most of the time ..I was as usual in my screen saver mode. I was jerked out of my  reverie by some real spirited argument by grand daddy about lack of knowledge about our culture and lack of respect for elders in the younger generation. He was reciting some shlokas and trying to make a point that 'see, I know better culture' .

That all is fine ..I have seen such oldies before so I ignored till he made a direct reference that 'All these media has corrupted our youth..just look ath the vulgarity and westernisation..our cultural values have vanished'...there is no respect for elders and values'?

I gave him a polite nod but that sparked off a chain of thoughts that I must put forward. First of all there are a few assumptions that we must examine

1. The youth of this generation is misguided.
2. The society today is highly violent and stressfull
3. The reason for this stress is materialism
4. Westernisation the root cause of social malaise
5. Culture and heritage means respect for elders

1. The youth of this generation is misguided.- Is it? I dont think so ! On the contrary I feel that this is he generation thats the best of what we could have prouced so far. Yes they havent done it alone but it is them who have catapulted India into the top league. without their dedication and hardwork and activism we would not be the vibrant country we are. Blaming them or making them feel guilty is not only stupid  but highly defeatist

2. The society today is highly violent and stressfull . -In 1947 we cut each others throats with impunity in the worst ever genocide in the sub-continent . Before that we had umpteen wars ,religious wars, political wars ...diseases and unhygenic and moronic medical practices that almost killed every second child ever born. Yet we think of past with rosy coloured lenses. Senility?

3. The reason for this stress is materialism- Quite the contrary. We are happy because of materials rather than despite them. Unless we deny air, water and food as matter , we really ARE materialism at its most beautiful and complex creation. Yet we try to take a high moral ground ONLY after our bellies are full .

4. Westernisation the root cause of social malaise- What we call westernisation today is the foundation of the modern Indian Society. We WERE great in the past but that was a different era. When the foreigners invaded us , we were a crumbling and rotting society who could not gather enough consensus to protect our lands and kingdoms. Westernisation led to every idea that we enjoy in India , including the concept of State nation. Trying to implement age old customs just because they are age old is like saying we should go to work on a bullock cart to office .

5. Culture and heritage means respect for elders-this is a real touchy topic. Expectation of respect only because of the fact that one has walked more time on earth is neither logical nor speaks of sophistication. Respect has to be earned and not begotten. A taken for granted and blind respect for anything old or remotely looking like old has ruined the country till now. This philosophy ''Respect me only because of the position I hold and not because of what I am saying right now" has robbed the country of its real wealth..intellectual honesty , and continues to do so !!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Junagarh Trip

Junagarh was high on a weekend plan from Jamnagar. SC Sharma, a coursemate and self , we thought that we have had enough of training per week and wanted to enjoy the weekend burning our bums on some nice leather. So we decided that it was Junagarh..

Anupam Dakua , bless his soul , very graciously offered us his beloved Karizma for the trip and after some last minute motivational talk provided by yours truly to SC on 30th night..We packed our bags for a whirlwind tour to Junagarh and back.

The whirlwind was supposed to start at 0700 in morning but whirlwind over slept .

And the wind started at 0900. After a bit of local navigation through jamnagar and we were off . SC was driving the first phase. After a few photo ops on the way we made good time till a place which had a temple called Sitamata temple. The funny part of this temple as I noticed was that part of the temple was typical jain archietecture(layerings on the wall) , a part of the temple was dome (pure dome) which was very very mughal and a part was like some old rustic house. It was like a frankenstien monster with individually beautiful parts and a hideous combo. And to top it all there was just no Sitamata in the temple. Turned out that it was some nagdevi(wtf)!!

The time was around 1030 and in the time honoured tradition of 'stand easy'..we stood easy at a tea stall for some tea and 'stuff'. Turned out that the only stuff he had was Ganthia, a kind of besan based crispy. We ordered a plate and tea. The ganthia surprisingly turned out to be quite eatable and the tea was first rate.[on a side thought, one thing you can never ever go wrong is tea on an indian road].
After a break at the temple and lots of shooting photos we started on a right turn towards Junagarh.

Many eventfull miles and a bit of sore bums later , we arrived at the fabled town of junagarh gates. Now there were two paths available to us . We could go to junagarh and see the Umerkot fort or take a diversion to Girnar Talej and start the climb to the amba devi temple on top. (for an aethiest, the number of temples I have been to would make my religious mother cry with pride). I like climbs(it screws up your legs and makes your mind go blank..a cheaper alternate to hallucinogens). So we drive towards Girnar Talej.

Now as we turned left , we could see the looming mountains at a distance.

This was such a welcome change to the otherwise featureless Gujju skyline. But as we neared , the girnar mountain kind of grew bigger and bigger. And somewhere on top there was this tiny weeny temple. Somehow it didnt seem too inviting.
So to gather a bit of motivation we stopped enroute to ask a father son duo sunbasking(at 1:30 pm in afternoon????) as to how was the climb?

"4 ghante lagte hain , abhi jaoge to kal hi laut paoge"(it takes 4 hrs to get on top , so you better plan to come down the next day).
We were like 'ok fine but what if we start climbing today and want to come down today itself'?

Mr father stretches himself and says "Haan kar sakte ho..par raat to sher khaa gaya to koi gurantee nahin hai ..jungle hai naa"(U can do it but no gurantee of a lion/tiger gets u at gurantee)

I mean seriously gujjus do have a sense of humor. Sher khaa gaya to gurantee nahin!!

Anyway we reach the base at around 2 pm. Buy a bottle of water and deposit our helmets at a shop selling religious items and then start the climb. The plan is to reach back and then go for lunch.

And so the climb starts. SC carries the bag and water. I get my DSLR out and we are on our way. The stairs are comfortably spaced and groves are cut into it to give a grip. There are shops on way selling nimbupani and water..and chips.
One thing that really saddens me is the amount of dirt in such places. Especially packets of chips. Anyway I have really no hope for the religious idiots so I dont expect too much of personal hygiene at such places either. I concentrate on my camera and trudge on.
In between , we stop and I take some real good shots. The sky becomes bluer as we start gaining height.
Anyway at approx 4 pm we reach the top and my altimeter watch says 1000m (we had started at 170 m ). Not bad .
We walk around . the entire top of the mountain is a conglomeration of jain and hindu temples. Jain temples are exquisite but dead and locked. The amba temple is small but is in use(no photography please).

We explore a bit and then move back.
Climb down takes almost exactly the same time as climb up. As we reach down , and ask for our helmets , the shop keeper almost falls off his chair . 'Upar tak jaake wapas aa gaye?' ..(yes!)....'poora upar tak gaye the?'....(where else?)...'accha'. I have a feeling that most people here do not do it as normal practice.We do a bit of stretching and cooling down and we are back on our bikes.
Anyway we are back and we are hungry and we need some decent lunch. A thali perhaps.
No such luck. Most restaurants are done with lunch (its approx 6 pm) and we are in no mood for snacks.
Just to satiate our hunger pangs we stop by a chat wala and order a dahipuri.
Now the dahi puri in most parts of India is basically the luchi(or poori), filled with sev, onions , aloo and a load of dahi. Here everything is in order except that 'load' of dahi is like a drop of dahi. I give a puzzled look to the vedor..he puts in another drop.Thats it? thats it!!
We ask him for directions to a good hotel and he points to a road. We ride on and on till we are bang inside junagarh. No hotel to be found.
We run into a 'pure non-veg' hotel which has no veg menu. Am a bit about non-veg so I ask for a veggie restaurant and he points us towards a place called Gita lodge(has good quality thali). We reach there and it seems that it will take another half an hour to start the preps.

We are so disgusted that we vote to start right back to Jamnagar as it was getting darker. So we start in full earnest only to realise that not only was it getting darker but also very very colder! To cut a long story short...after around 3 hours of balls freezing drive we arrive at deepak Juice centre at jamnagar. We down a chikoo shake and start for Valsura.
New year ball is in full swing and we are planning on joining it. We quickly take bath change and greet the new year with Kullu and family in high spirits .
Our thighs are jammed and knees are frozen but hey ...what are weekends for!!