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I spent my whole Sunday reading this, where a so_defined social commentary blogger, wrote his rants. The whole Indian blogosphere was missing a cricket matches, just for a discussion. That was “Is Vultruo is racist or not. (world knows his real name, why does need pen name at all?)  

All he did was to write about an OOOoooLalaaaaa – I am soooo hot contest. By his generalized observation,

One curious thing that I noticed is that there are a dis- proportionate number of chicks with Sikh sounding names: Tejinder, Rajinder, Jaspreet, Jassi and any other Sikh name you could think of. I wonder what’s the deal. But in any case, I’m thankful they are North Indian: If the site had pictures of a shit load of them Madrasi chicks (with equally unique sounding names) instead of the Punjabi ones, the contest would have been an absolute non-starter. Or maybe not. Madrasi boys would have flocked to see them, for sure. 

Big deal!! Whole north India calls south as “idly sambar “, whole
India calls north-east people “chinki”. We have racism in our blood. So why bully him? Some people started doing psychological analysis of him, some were sure he is a racist. Some appreciated his blog name to be very apt, which happened to be “psychotic ramblings of a mad man”. 
 

It’s a very fundamental tip to be a successful blogger “create controversy, get your readers offended”. Everything is fair in love, war and blogging. If you don’t leave him alone, he will definitely build a sea-view house in Mumbai by his AdSense revenue

In the end you can always say “political correctness  go to hell”, and he knew this..

 originally uploaded by bachodi.

Any trip or trek is the outcome of someone getting bored in life, or someone being overcome by a sudden bout of enthusiasm to catch up with old friends or overcome by the spirit of adventure!!!

Looking back, in our case I think it was a combination of all the  three. It all started with that phone call to dileep. It was nearly 2 years since we passed out of college, all of us Kumara parvatahadn’t met together, moreover we had had this plan of going to KP when we were in college only, but it hadn’t materialized for any reason whatsoever, so why not go now??? Dileep was as usual ready, the problem was in finding out if others were equally eager.. So started a spate of phone calls… kaushik, bachodi, laxmi and brijesh. The results were very surprising.. None of them had any work that weekend except for brijesh who said he would inform us later on his availability… Next issues was there weren’t enough girls.. So whom do we catch hold of? The obvious answer was latha!!! One phone call n as luck had decided to favour, even she was available!!! Brijesh had to drop out and was replthe teamaced by mukund who I must say has an amazing sense of humor… U just have to talk n each line is met with hilarious retorts!!!!!!!

Latha, dileep n I started from Bangalore on Friday, i.e., March 18th night. We had got seats in the last row of the bus, the journey was very bumpy and by the time we reached subramanya at 4 in the morning, we felt we had completed a mini-trek. Mukund joined us from Hassan. Kaushik had come down the previous day itself from suratkal and booked a room for us, by the time the rest of the gang joined us (laxmi from mangalore, bachodi from surathkal), it was 9.00..

Kumara Parvata is at an altitude of 5000 feet, the route is around 15kms from Subramanya. There are two routes for reaching the peak (Pushpagiri), you can either start from subramanya or from the other side, i.e., Somwarpet in Coorg. We chose the former. Also, fortunately had chosen the right time of the year for trekking, going there in the monsoon is a nightmare because of the leeches and also the route tends to be very slippery. Going in the month of March has none of these problems but the weather is very sunny n you end up getting tired, thirsty and panting for breath every 20 mins!!

We started the trek at around 9.30.Initially, the journey isnt very ardous, there are a lot of trees(almost resembles a forest!) for shade, so u dont get tired soon, n this coupled with the enthusiasm you have started with helps in covering long distances within a (more…)

In India, “cold weather” is merely a conventional phrase and has come into use through the necessity of having some way to distinguish between weather which will melt a brass door-knob and weather which will only make it mushy.

– Mark Twain