A happy moment for me – my old jeans fit me again.

The 5 km jogs (5 days a week) have finally paid off. I have now progressed to 8 km (almost every) day – 1 km walk + 5 km jog + 2 km walk.

It’s almost funny how, 6 months ago, I used to struggle for just 1 km.

My only company during jogging is my iPod. Sometimes I listen to podcasts (such as Inside the Net). Sometimes I listen to music. There’s really nothing like listening to Yeh Hai Meri Kahani (K Rap Mix) and jogging at night under the lights in the track field.

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.” — Lance Armstrong


It was inspiring to listen to President Kalam when he was interacting with the children in CNN-IBN’s programme “All the President’s children.” He spoke about Vision 2020, about how children should get rid of corruption by approaching their parents, and his repeated message that the “540 million ignited minds of the youth of India is the most powerful resource on the earth, above the earth and below the earth.”


I visited the Travel and Tourism Fair yesterday at Kanteerava Stadium. It turned out to be a damp squib.


First of all, the show turned out to be nothing but a big place of tourist agents hawking at customers, and the presentations of the respective states were so boring, except for probably Andhra Pradesh. So much for <sarcasm>India’s Biggest Travel Show</sarcasm>.


The positive side is that I got to know about white river rafting in Dandeli, ecotreks in Nepal, various adventure sports detailed by Incredible India, places in Rajasthan, Galibore fishing and nature camp and Doddamakali Nature camp here in Karnataka, about Andaman and Nicobar Islands, …


I’m writing this a few days after coming back to Bangalore, because I had to get over my holiday hangover. It seems unfair to gain so much, make so many new friends and have so much fun, and suddenly let it go, and that too, back to the daily routine life.

The trip was centred around attending the YHAI National Himalayan Winter Trekking Expedition, although it turned out to be the Dalhousie picnic because the trek was easy, but that little dampener didn’t stop us from having a great time.

It all started a couple of months ago when Niara and myself wanted to go to the Himalayan trek organized by YHAI in December, and we started planning.

Then, I remembered that I had inquired about the same trek last year and had got my friend Abishek (who is into making movies and graphics) interested but he got an offer to do a Nokia ad and he said he didn’t want to miss the opportunity. So, I had to shelve my plans that year. So, I soon started reading up the official YHAI website and was glad to be planning for it this year. We did plan a lot, and WriteBoard came in handy so that we could coordinate ourselves, from booking train tickets to getting medical certificates.

The trip started on the evening of Christmas Day of 2005, when we boarded the Rajdhani train to Delhi. It was going to be a 36 hours journey.