Roadtrip to awesome Pondicherry: day 3

Day 3:

Day 3 started with a half tea and our usual cloud computing sessions. Before hitting the road for Bangalore we decided to wander around beach, have breakfast at Le Cafe and do a bit of shopping. By the time we checked out from our lodge it was around 9, we hurried to Le Cafe.

Le Cafe, there it was standing against the sea with its strength, calm, overlooking at Bay of Bengal. Perfect for us to spend some more time, we four the beach lovers what else do we need. Enter the Cafe, loved the way they had managed the hotel. Le Cafe has maintained its Portugese architecture cues.

Calmness… Bay Of Bengal.
Calmness… Bay Of Bengal.
Men at Work
Men at Work
Le Cafe Menu
Le Cafe Menu
*Chilling out*
*Chilling out*

We settled down overlooking the Bay of Bengal, trust me, the view was terrific. Went through the menu, there were many items to try out. But to avoid any tummy issues during the roadtrip we went for Idli Vada and some tea.

Before leaving for Bangalore, we decided to have a final stroll at the Pondi beach boulevard as we don’t know when we will back here next time. Walked along the beach, we realized we were glad as we made the trip by leaving the daily chores of life.

Look at the snaps, you will know how awesome the beach boulevard it was.

Pondicherry coastline…
Pondicherry coastline…
Standing firm…
Standing firm…
My Not Afraid pose…
My Not Afraid pose…
The 3 paandu's…
The 3 paandu's…

It was around 11/12 finally we decided to leave for Bangalore, had our stand up meeting, applied our estimation and managerial skills on how to take on the route and reach Bangalore without any trouble.

With the song “We are the Champions” in our heads, we were cruising on NH66. It is terrific to be on road, the world passes by like a movie in a fast forward mode. The excitement to be at home (Bangalore) made us to cover up as much as distance even with pain, we took few breaks. Continue reading “Roadtrip to awesome Pondicherry: day 3”

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Roadtrip to awesome Pondicherry: day 3

Story of Abhay’s confidential helmet

Okay, you know right, Abhay…?? Yeah, Abhay Deshpande my beloved friend. If you don’t remember here is a pic of him doing his legendary “V” or Victory.

"V" Victory…

Aero India 2011:

Well we had attended the Aero India 2011  with all the bling (hates myself for not writing the blog on Aero India). It was huge rush, the event was well organized, they had planned it well and executed it. Full marks for the organizers.

For parking there were different slots, everything was fully packed on the D day. So we parked our bikes at road side and went to the Aero show.

I noticed, Abhay kept his helmet on the bike handle, without locking the helmet. I asked why and what if someone takes it.

“Confidence hai re, koi nahi leta le” Abhay said.

After a mind blowing Aero India show, we came back to the parking lot, I was worried over Abhay’s helmet. And thank god, there it was. No one, took that.

“Confident hai re, no one will take that” said a grinning Abhay.

Koramangala stint:

Last week I and Abhay decided to meet to catch up with the things at each other’s end. So we planned up to meet at Koramangala for a night out stint. We parked our bikes behind the Robert Bosch building, yeah to save parking tickets and also that area is pretty safe I guess.

Abhay again kept the helmet on bike handle without locking it,  again I asked.

Mohsin: “Helmet le re…”

Abhay:   “Confidence hai re, koi nahi leta le.”

Then we went for Jimi’s B cafe, later Enigma, had dinner at Paramount hotel, so it was around 2 AM, we decided to go to room. Continue reading “Story of Abhay’s confidential helmet”

Story of Abhay’s confidential helmet

yet another lafda: This time with cops

Dude, we got screwed up this time badly. What to say, this happened to us last weekend. I am not taking any names of my friends who got involved in this. Will just use the initials.

 It was friday, around 10 p.m Mr A calls me to come to Hotel Aishwarya (It’s a hotel like Maharaja during BEC days.). Then I went to Aishwarya to meet friends; there were 3 people, Mr A, Mr P and Mr N. They finished their dinner (of-course with drinks), they were half drunk (you can say it as out) but my friends have great capacity they can control themselves.

They payed bill and we all came out, and I was planning for Tea at Santhekatte, then Mr A got a solid idea, to go to Malpe Beach. I was like fuck off dude, as it was already 12 and these days at night police are in a strict vigil, but as usual we all agreed for the beach and left for beach after buying a KF tin from Aishwarya.

I was feeling something like we get intercepted with police. I said to others, they were like “Chal re, last week we had gone there nothing happened”. Then we started towards Malpe at 12.15 a.m. And these days damn cold here at night. While riding, I can say that I was shaking terribly due to cold.

Reached beach in 10 min, and we parked our bikes in a well-lit place. So that If anyone wanted to know they could look at bikes. We started our chat, smoke and booze.

Suddenly a vehicle buzzed of, we thought police but it was a tempo. And we again continued our rituals. After 15 mins, we saw a vehicle coming to beach. We were thinking of some bus or tempo this time. But it was different and my nightmare came true. It was a police jeep and it halted near our bikes.

“Damn”, I said and we all went towards them. Mr A and P started to fight whether to throw the tin (beer) or no, finally they threw. We reached the place there were two cops.

Cop 1 “Documents please..!!!”

We don’t have sir…!!” A and me said in synchronous.

Cop 2 “Show us some ID proof”, ID proof that to during 1 a.m. Man where we got stuck.

We had our ID proof and gave to Cop 2, he took the ID’s calmly and kept those in his jeep and they started to move. They said to collect ID’s from the station tomorrow.

Fuck, station..?? Man, we were like freaked, screwed, adrenaline pumping… Finally we started to justify saying blah blah.. This that, but cop started to say bout “Bhayotpadane (terrorism)…” thank you sir..!!

Cop2 started to use slang, I..?? “Theek hai sir, mere dost log isse zyada mere pe gaali marte hain”. Continue reading “yet another lafda: This time with cops”

yet another lafda: This time with cops