गोलगप्पा

This was written one night just after I had the hunger pangs and dreams of having a Golgappa at 3 in the night (or morning) as you deem fit. Basically its the hunger that made me write this and nothing else so dont know whether it matches your expectations or not. 

Enjoy :)

यह है जी गोलगप्पा 

गोल गोल सा, बीच में है एक होल होल सा 

यह है जी गोलगप्पा 

आटे का हो या हो सूजी का 

कोई चाट इसके बगैर नहीं पूरी 

बच्चे बूढ़े सबकी पसंद 

चटोरपने वालों की यह पसंद नंबर 1 

सबको एक लाइन में ले आता 

अच्छे से अच्छा भी इसके लिये दोना ले हाथ फैलाता 

दुनिया में किसी की नहीं सुनेंगे, अपनी मर्जी की चाहे करेंगे 

मगर इसके लिये चाट वाले भैया जी के आगे चाहे कित्ति देर चुपचाप खड़े रहेंगे 

यह है जी गोलगप्पा 

पानी में डूबा इसका संसार 

बोलो पानी कैसा ? तीखा, मीठा या दही सोठ में ही डूबा 

जो कहोगे वही बनेगा 

दौड़ है यह भी 

अगला आने से पहले करना है पिछला खत्म 

बड़ा धीरे खाता है वरना होगा लोगों का भ्रम 

घर पे चाहे कितना भी हो मुँह बड़ा 

इसके लिये रहता हर किसी का छोटा 

तोड़ना मना है, इसको तो जी एक साथ ही गपकना है 

मुँह में ठूंसा है, चल कुछ पल के लिये ही सही मगर बीवी का मुँह बंद कराने का बढ़िया तरीका है 

यह है जी गोलगप्पा 

अच्छे अच्छे भी गिनती भूल जाते हैं 

तब याद आता है जब चाट वाला कहता भैया एक प्लेट हो गयी, और लगाऊं ? 

चटोरी ज़ुबान को कैसे मना कर पाते ? हम भी उसकी हाँ में हाँ मिलाते 

हो गया बस ? ना जी ना 

अभी तो पानी भी पीना है खट्टे वाला दोना भर के 

सी सी करते करते गटक गये तीखा पानी 

भले ही घर जाकर याद आये नानी 

यह है जी गोलगप्पा 

चलो टहल कर आते हैं तो एक बहाना है 

चाट की दुकान दिखनी है और हमें भी लाइन में लग जाना है 

क्यूंकि..... 

यह है जी गोलगप्पा

Heroes: I am Vikrant

INS Vikrant - the most powerful Aircraft carrier the Indian Navy possessed, the one which saw action during 1971 for the birth of Bangladesh and which has served as the deterrent for the foes all these years. Proud of it, I started writing this to showcase the might of the naval force... deeply saddened by the decision of the govt. to sell this as scrap for a mere 60 crores citing maintenance issues, I decided that I wont let most powerful carrier go down nameless and into oblivion so here it is.

This is how Vikrant talks to you about its birth, years in action, retirement and subsequent fate.. like many others it also doesn`t want to go down as mere scrap. This is VIKRANT for you.

I am Vikrant, INS Vikrant

I mean courageous... for courage is needed to deter the enemies and to safeguard the maritime waters of the country.

I was born in England but raised by the Indian Navy

Captain Pritam Singh took care of me first

Although I was a new member but I was lethal

Armed with Bofors, Sea Hawks, Sea King, Chetak and Sea Harriers I ensured the waters and coasts of the country remained safe

1971 was my year of glory

The year which turned the tide of war

I was there when the fighters took off from my decks and struck Chittagong and Cox`s bazaar harbours

My detachment blasted Karachi to keep the enemy at bay and give rise to a new nation

I had my share of enemies too but there were angels on my side

The hunter became the hunted when Rajput became the doom for Ghazi

But I`ve mourned the loss of my own too

I celebrated victory but at the cost of loosing the brave souls of Khurki.

I just watched helplessly as 194 brave souls lost their lives protecting the country

I`ve seen the modern era too.

From the old Sea Hawks to the modern Sea harriers , I`ve seen all of them come and serve the country

Serving the country proudly for over 20 years I`ve passed on the mantle to Viraat

Its more beautiful and lethal than me

When the brave souls were regaining the hilly terrain of kargill, my force was watching their backs 

The sea was ours so that the land can become ours too

We were the unsung heroes, but it doesn`t matter

We suffered enough for the lost soldiers , my heart didnt wanted to take credit

The Navy and the air force were there to provide the needed support, support to take back what was ours

Before I could even blink, Vikramaditya joined

Matching lethality, it now operates the Fulcrums and the Harriers

Its the massive firepoower I have seen in years with the navy

I can relax now in my resting place in Mumbai where I am a naval museum, showcasing my strength and distinguished history of the forces to the people of the country

I watch from the sidelines the force grow mightier

I want to go nowhere else, let this be my final resting place

Let this be my death bed

I want to go down with my head held high proud of the service I gave to the nation

For I am Vikrant and I want to be remembered for my courage

I am Vikrant..

Heroes: The journey till now

Every piece of writing has a story and here I am with the backstories of all my write-ups in the Heroes series- the series dedicated exclusively to the defence forces of India. 

So I take you through the story and thought behind every writeup during the past one year.

1. Heroes: Stories of courage and supreme sacrifice

                        

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/06/heroes-stories-of-courage-and-supreme.html

Story: The origin of this series is this writeup, during the Kedarnath tragedy. With politicians taking full advantage of the situation for their selfish gains, there were these warriors who were saving lines. With calamity of huge proportions, the rescue efforts of the brave men of the forces was beyond description. I compiled all the news items from across the net and published it as a mark of respect to what they were doing despite loosing their own so that the people may know who are the real heroes. Meant just a one off incident, I didn’t knew that it would become a series in itself.

The name Heroes was taken from a Salman khan movie by the same name which somehow just clicked instantly – an emotion which described perfectly what these people really are – Heroes.

2. Heroes: Flights of Heroism

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/07/heroes-flights-of-heroism.html

Story: The continuation of the rescue efforts. Part 2 of Kedarnath you can say. Compiled from a India Today Cover story during that time..each and every word.

3. Heroes: Letter to a Kargill Martyr`s Family.... Capt. Vijyant Thapar

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/07/heroes-letter-to-kargill-martyrs-family.html

Story : This is a letter I wrote to the family of Kargill Martyr Capt. Vijayant Thapar on the decade completion of Kargill in 2009. I just wanted to say thank you to each and every soldier who was there in Kargill. I had read about the interview of Capt. Vijyant`s father in a newspaper saying that people don’t respect and care about a soldier now. Deeply hurt and sad , I wrote to him what I felt about every soldier in the country (left a comment via the website). Not expecting any reply was surprised when this was what I got. It’s the most prized piece of mail even today.

4. Heroes : A fighter pilot`s rules of engagement

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/10/heroes-fighter-pilots-rules-of.html

Story: Its basically a compilation of the basic rules of flying and fighting that I was reading in a military fiction novel by a well known International author. Decided to just put it at one place.

5. The angels: My Comrades

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/11/the-angels-my-comrades.html

Story: Basically the idea of this one came from a video game. Was watching a mission of Medal of honour where the player and his squad get surrounded from sides, the ammo gets dangerously low and there is heavy firing from the insurgents. At the screen it looked like all game over to me when the reinforcements in the form of heavy gunships arrived at the scene and I heaved a sigh of relief. Then the idea came to me that what happens in the same situation on the actual battlefield in real lfe? Its no game which can be saved and paused as per convenience. Its war and its damn tough. So I wrote this one to capture the essence and importance of reinforcements in war when certain death becomes life in a split second.

6. Heroes: My walk back home

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/11/heroes-my-walk-back-home.html

Story: Inspired by the true incidents and stories of Indian POWs captured in the various wars with Pakistan. Some of whom are still languishing in jails, having gone insane, dead or what not while their families in India still await their return even after so many years but to no avail. I tried capturing the mindset of each and every POW while drawing the attention to the fact that what about these heroes whom we have forgetton. When are they coming back?

7. Heroes : I am an Air Warrior

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2013/12/heroes-i-am-air-warrior.html

Story: The first writeup especially for the IAF written on the occasion of the 71 war, the inspiration came from the only PVC awardee of the IAF – Nirmal Jeet Singh Sekhon who took on 6 adversaries without caring for his own life in the face of the enemy.

8. Heroes: I am the Param Veer Chakra

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2014/01/heroes-i-am-param-veer-chakra.html

Story: The biggest thing I ever attempted in the Heroes series. Conceptualised while reading 2 books – Despatches from kargill and Param Vir: Our Heroes in battle. The idea was to honour the PVC receipents and tell the world their acts of valour. Putting together 2 lines for each PVC winner it took around a week to compile while using the book as a reference. Cross checked and requested Maj. Ian Cardozo , a highly decorated Indian army veteran and the 1971 war hero to have a look so that nothing is out of place and the honour of the medal is intact. After his thumbs up, published it on the blog and on 26th Jan 2014 took the help of my friends to spread it across all social networks with massive reach despite being blocked by twitter for 2 hours for spamming. The only prose to be approved and published by the Indian Army on its facebook page. A proud moment for me.

Maj. Ian Cardozo - the man who helped me in this writeup, giving his approval.

9. Heroes : The dusk of my life

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2014/07/heroes-dusk-of-my-life.html

Story : Just a thought that what happens to a soldier disabled in war. How tough is his life and how does he feel when his dream of being a soldier is shattered. Researched to find out all the injuries which end careers in an instant this one has been one of the toughest ones to write when you come to know that an ordinary bullet wound can end your passion of being a soldier. Tried to feel the pain of it.

10. Heroes: Soldiers, a radio station , and a Thank You !!

http://www.shwetabhmathur.in/2012/09/soldiers-radio-station-and-thank-you.html

Story: An act which I did in 2012 with Radio City even before the Heroes series was conceptualised in reality. The Heroes tag was added to this title after the series started. The RJs that year went to Kargill to say thank you and not wanting to be left behind in speaking my heart out, despite suffering from high fever I called up the Radio station first time in my life I talked to RJ Khurkhi and said thank you to the whole Radio city team. They were not expecting such feedback and I talked 15 mins to them not to mention the promo they created of my talk and ran the whole day on 15th Aug. 2012. A proud moment for me to be able to say thank you to every soldier in India.

The only article to have 2 audio clips as well.

All articles have been written keeping in mind that no wrong facts are presented and the valour of the soldiers remains intact in every way. What you read in just 5 mins. takes days to conceptualise, prepare and present not to mention the heavy toll it takes on the emotions. I am just somewhat plain lucky that I can write about these soldiers inspite of not being from a defence background.

Just one request to every reader of the Heroes series- Do respect them. They go through a lot of hell to keep us safe. 

Heroes: Thats me

Thats me- yes thats me

Keeping vigil and keeping my rifle even closer as I safeguard this heaven

The heaven on earth – Kashmir

I have no name from where I have come

I am just a soldier doing my duty

Clad in combat fatigues I watch the locals go about their duty

Children smiling, ladies chatting as the tourists get lost in the beauty of the Dal

I scan the crowds for insurgents, militants who wish to disrupt this heaven

As long as I am on the watch, this will not happen...never..

This heaven is wanted by everyone and in the crossfire I am stuck

I try my best alongwith my comrades to stop the foes from across, yet if they succeed, the whole country starts questioning the force`s ability

Despite wanting to avoid collateral damage, if it happens, the people of this heaven turn up against us

Its a different crossfire. I am caught in whether I do something or not

I patrol the closed bazaars , the empty streets and the haunted Lal Chowk not because its a holiday, its because the separatists have ordered that and the locals fear for their lives

I have to save the country and the locals too

For me thats of paramount importance, I have come to protect them

Yet then too they see me as an outsider – somebody enchroaching their home

I am bound by rules and orders, I must operate within those

I dont like to storm a holy shrine with weapons or burn down a house to either bring the insurgents out or kill them

But I have no other way

Sometime I need to keep nerves of steel and I must do this when I see the security of the place and my comrades at stake

I do not fire first unless fired upon – those are my orders and yet I see innocent locals and my people getting hurt in the meantime coz the insurgents have no care

My only care is to see these people safe. 

I wish for a peaceful day in heaven when I am also just another human being wandering in the Dal or walking on the roads stewn with fallen chinar leaves.

I wish to see more tourists and more smiling children

I wish to enjoy the Kahwaa in winter peacefully or go horseriding in Gulmarg or view the beautiful valley in Sonmarg

But whatever it is god, let me know if there is any trouble in this paradise.

For I am a soldier first and will always remain one , for my duty is to protect this heaven.

The story behind this-  Sept. 2013 was when I went to Kashmir as a tourist. My few known acquaintances and friends used to say ,"तू जिन्दा वापस नहीं आएगा " (You wont return alive) and I said to them, "I will . I have full faith on the armed forces there'. So off I went there and during that time the shooting and unrest in Shopian was going on and the media had widely publicised that as being an unrest in Kashmir. 

Talking to the people, houseboat owners I realised that the real news of Kashmir never reaches the rest of the country. Its 

either surpressed or over hyped to be reported. The locals and the soldiers all are a victim of politics and orders. So the idea of this prose came from there. A soldier who has to follow numerous contradictory orders, yet do his duty. The fact that he is also human shows what he really wants in Kashmir.

Goa: The memorable trip #zestupyourlife

The character named Murtaza is real, a friend of mine who runs a movie blog named http://www.apotpourriofvestiges.com/

Murtaza: भाई क्या कर रहा है ?

Me: कुछ नहीं 

Murtaza: दो दिन के लिए free है ? एक event है

Me: mail भेज पहले 

Like all stories of mine this too started with a backstory. So when the mail did finally arrive I was shocked..an all expenses paid to Goa by TATA motors. Blogadda was taking us there to test drive the Zest . Murtaza was on complete bed rest and asked me to go on this trip. He told me, “ No one else can cover it better than you do. The way you write the experience , it would seem like I have made the trip.” When I made sure that he was ok with forfeiting his seat, I said a yes. Some 15 mins. after my yes to him, I got a formal invite mail from Harish from Blogadda. I filled up the required form online with all necessary details of fb name, twitter handle, blog url etc. Not used to surprises like these I thought it was a joke but trusting murtaza enough I said to him that I wont believe all this until I get tickets on the mail.. and they too came. By evening Ankita called and confirmed all details and now it was only wait ( and an agonizing one). The next morning was a surprise, surprise… Manjulika calls me up and asks whether I am going or not? How did she knew? I hadn’t told anyone( apart from jatin who knew by the blogadda tweet where they had announced the names of the first 4 people going there and my name was one of them).

Very nervous , Manjulika said yes to the trip after she came to know that I was going too. Atleast she knew someone now. By the night our tickets were on the mail which meant that I had to go now..it was confirmed that it was no joke. But there was a catastrophe. 2 infact- First there were 9 people going from delhi and apart from me all were ladies(Me was the minority) . Apart from Manjulika, Ritu Lalit and Anupama Mazumdar were the 2 people I knew well. Secondly, my return ticket from goa had a salutation mistake ( Mr. की जगह Ms. ) . I immediately dispatched a mail to blogadda team pointing out the mistake. They sent me a assurance mail but I was nervous as hell. The airport security doesn’t allow entry even at the minutest of things, what if I had no entry…ahhhhhh. With mails flying thick and fast between me and blogadda for the minutest of queries and clarifications, documents sending they must have thought किससे पाला पड़ गया यार . By the evening I was in a state of panic attack regarding the trip. My voice was shaking and I was nervous as hell. I have been to numerous trips but don’t know why this happened.

In the morning I was the first to reach the airport, Manjulika was 5 mins. away and ritu ji was this-

Me: Hello Ritu ji, कहाँ हो आप ?

Ritu ji: अरे पता नहीं मुझे यह कौनसा taxi ड्राइवर मिला है जिसे airport का रास्ता ही नहीं पता .

Chattering and blabbering me and manjulika didn’t see where we were going and we were at the checkin counter for people with special needs. When the lady at the counter (beautiful one) pointed this out, we were laughing and had to go to the normal one. In the meantime Ritu ji joined us and we proceeded to security check where I made a basic mistake. Forgot to put the cellphones for xray in the laptop bag and when the security officer checking me pointed this out, had to rush back to do that and go and stand in another line ( which was short). So basically my whole luggage ( laptop and phone) were on 2 different x ray machines and I had to literally collect them from places. कोई उठा के न ले जाए , कहीं पार न हो जाए . All tragedies happening with me. Later on we met seema and rekha( food blogger). Khaana… sounded yummy.. It was lovely talking to them both. Exertion was taking a toll on Manjulika as she was suffering from fever. We went in search of some seating space near the boarding gates but found none. Ritu ji and the rest had gone for a quick coffee and we 2 decided to board the flight. The boarding started and in 15 minutes we were in the aircraft. Anupama didn’t come. Met Christine there. She was also destined for goa. In between all this my eyes were desperately searching for that one thing I find always.. It was there when I got a glimpse of it. 3 Indian Air Force IL 76 transports on the tarmac. 

They are like my good luck charm and I always wish to see them in one form or the other when I travel. When the plane was taxing to the runway noticed a thing which I probably saw the first time(or noticed it), the ground crew saluting the pilot before take off. Done to communicate all systems good to go and ready for flight, I had noticed it only with the air forces but for the first time saw the civilian side. So off went the flight and I tried sleeping but to no avail. Got up only after the announcement of preparing for landing. The view from the top was marvelous. Quickly snapped it up. 

Goa from the Air

This time guess who welcomes me to Goa? The Indian Navy. I had seen a ski jump at a secondary runway and knew only one fighter type operates this way. Scanning the eyes for it, saw them finally. 2 Sea harriers standing on the side with tanks loaded. No weapons though. So it was a welcome to goa by the Interceptors. Although wanted to click the pic of it but as always decided against it. Nothing of the sort which can put the security of the country at risk. My disasters with luggage continued, the luggage was the last to come on the belt and I was muttering in mute mode.

Out of the airport there was no welcoming party. We saw no one with a placard from blogadda. Noticed a guy holding a Zuri resort placard but he was not there to pick us. I called up Harish to enquire about the person picking us up, meanwhile Manjulika made a quick enquiry from another person holding the TATA Motors board. In 5 minutes we knew that Ankur was there to pick us. He was inside waiting for other group to arrive. Meanwhile we waited for the bus and met the group from Mumbai. So the first interaction was with Hemant. सब airport पे ही शुरू हो गए about blogging and all. अरे पहुँच तो जाने दो पहले .. The trip to Zuri resorts was all alive with greenery and dark clouds, just the kind of weather I love. At the resort welcomed with the tika and I felt happy. Manjulika was like , “ अब तो तसल्ली मिल गयी न , टीके से स्वागत हो गया सबका ..” At the delhi and goa airport I was rusing the fact that there had been no welcome or send off. It didn’t matter. Surprises and welcome moments started from here.

The crowd, team and the welcome

Harish was there to personally welcome us, so was Ankita. The 2 people who must had been fed up by my small mails every now and then. All I saw there were smiles and the happiness to see the people. It was the top 50 as they had called it. Signing up for my room I headed that way after a welcome drink. Time was short, lunch was only till 4 and we were already at 3.15 pm. The way to the room was a typical bhool bhulaiya. So many turns and room numbers that anybody could get lost. Luckily mine was the easier way. The room was wow. There was literally a mad rush to charge the phones ( Manjulika`s phone had a dead battery and she was relying on mine to convey messages to the family. Not a problem with me, that’s what friends are for). After some 20 mins headed to lunch. 25 mins. to go. At the reception desk when I asked Sneha the way to the food hall, she first looked at the watch and said, “ Oh there`s still 15 mins. Please head that way”. J . Hungry since hours me and Manjulika sat down and had lunch. An awesome variety of food.

So hungry that I dumped all into one

Till now we had not interacted much with anybody so were busy giving company to each other which would change during the next 30 mins. I noticed a Zest bag with her and she told me that it was there at the reception which we had to take and sign a declaration form too. All about not posting any obsene or objectionable stuff during our live blogging session.

The sticker

The badge

Decided to take that while others were having their craving for the sweet tooth, found Anand on the top of the stairs waiting for me with my personalized badge requesting me to put it so that its easier for everyone to remember. At the reception the kit contained a blue zest t shirt to be worn the next day, stickers, a strap card, a layout of the way to the rooms in case you get lost (which many had done already), a personalized welcome message from Nirav. When I went back to the hall everyone was done and I had decided to put this in the room and come back. There was tea at 5 pm. अभी खाना खाया और अभी चाय .. खिला पिला के मारेंगे क्या 

With her zest bag

Just out of the hall and we were requested for video bytes. I don’t give it generally but it felt so nice that I surely said yes. No harm in sharing with others. Already the photography team had treated us as complete celebs. So many pics clicked of us that we lost count. Sharing with them and on opening my room met my room partner – Aseem. Destined for the Unicorn hall where tea would be served, we tagged behind Anand and still got lost in the way. Managed back and found Harish there to welcome us. The hall seemed big enough. Met Pranay and Shashank there. Then it was a formal welcome by Ankita who highlighted the agenda and stuff. After about 20-25 minutes we headed for tea. The so called Masterclass was to begin by 7 and we had plenty of time. The star attraction at the tea- the 4 cakes of Youtube, Linkedin , twitter and facebook. Multiple pics were clicked and not one dare cut it. गाली कौन खायेगा ? There was a general announcement that the cake is going to be cut so please take the pics if anybody hasn`t. Just to be safe. 

Cakes

After tea we 4 (me, aseem, shashank and pranay) decided to relax our backs. The stools punished the body. While we relaxed, a lot of people went to the beach (behind the resort). Met Senthil who introduced with a very special set of card.

The card..we met in goa

By 7 we had Miss Malini welcoming us and the team from TATA. The team told us the journey of the TATA ZEST and what all we can expect from the test drive the next day.

                                 

In came the biggest surprise. In walks Narain Kartikeyan and everybody is stunned, awed, surprised. Harish and his team pulled this out perfectly. Seeing him on the screen was another thing and there he was just inches away. Although the team from TATA was busy explaining the features and details of the Zest but my concentration was on Narain. I just could not believe my luck. After a talk of some 30-35 mins regarding whats new, the features it was time to pose for a pic with Narain. He is the most shy celeb I have seen, even more than a newly married bride. When it was time for the group photo his expression had to be seen. With solo pic we had to request him to look at the camera. Pranay did the work for me clicking the pics. Quickly got hold of a marker and the autograph is now mine J. 

After he went and the masterclass got over, we all met and chatted like old friends. Not possible to meet the rest 49 but I made sure that I could meet as many as I could. We were a group already of 4. Testing the audio system, voice recognition, game and stuff like that we did not realize the time until there was a call for us to come and join dinner. On dinner 2 things happened with me- Harish as usual was the helpful sort who asked me to take the call as to not drive the car the next day ( I am a paranoid driver plus I had suffered a recent injury, doc told me to take it easy). It was all upto me. While I was getting to know Sushmita , another awesome girl from delhi who is just fab I was thinking that its so strange that people connect with thoughts. It was like finding a gem out of nowhere. We talked and enjoyed that too. I really wanted to know Harish`s version of calling me to goa on Murtaza`s recommendation. He told me that I surely was not the ultimate choice which I knew considering I am an Indiblogger first(write all events). Despite opposition he took the call to take me to goa (after having a look at my blog) and going after his instinct. Going by the bond he and Murtaza share, he decided to see the person whom Murtaza had recommended in the first place…. And he was delighted to see me there. I was there on multiple missions- experience the zest, experience goa, go back and write about it so that all my friends can read about it. When somebody had put so much faith in me I would repack that trust back. We called it a night around 11 keeping in mind that we had to go on the test drive and also me and aseem had planned to go to the beach early morning coz we had missed it. In between Sneha had told me that my ticket had been rectified, not to worry.

In the room there was a bag containing a white shirt on Aseem`s bed but he had no clue what it was doing there? There was 3 complimentary bottles of water in each room and he was asking me that will we have to pay for it? I had to show him the welcoming letter telling him that it was free. The room was already freezing at 16 and despite me increasing its temperature, it did not seem to work. We took out our laptops and got down to tafree on fb and twitter. The room was becoming antartica so I switched off the AC and the temp. went from 16 to 19 in 20 mins. Meanwhile we had placed a wake up call for 4.30 am to go to the beach. We knew that we wont be able to go before 6-6.30 in any case. The morning tea was at 7. Rain had started and I opened the door to the garden hoping that the hot air from outside would have some effect on our room.

गरम हवा तो नहीं आई ,मच्छर ज़रूर आ गए . The room looked like an electronics shop. 2 laptops charging at 2 different points, my portable charger plugged into the usb port, 2 different mobiles charging at 2 other points. Had police raided out room then, surely we both would have been behind bars on suspicion of betting. I uploaded the pics on facebook while aseem was busy “analyzing” twitter. We had set our sleeping time as 2 am and then this happened-

Asked to sleep...but nooo !!!

Had to finally call it a night although Aseem was thinking of waking through the night “ आखिर 2 घंटे बाद फिर उठना तो है ही ”. After 4.30 we had a wake up call, I received it, saw outside that it was pitch black and decided to sleep. The all night जागने वाला was sleeping.. At around 5.30 I was awake automatically and when I was pondering over to get ready there was another call from the reception as the wake up call. I was thinking, “ एक बार तो उठा दिया , अब कितनी बार उठाएगा ?”. It was a call to inform that tea would be served at 7 and before that we had to check out. This wake up call was sent to all rooms and there was a bit of panic when I informed Manjulika that we had to check out by 7 and not just get ready for tea. Harish managed that quite well again. All systematic. So we both were the first ones to check out completely by 6.45 and headed to the beach. It was serene and quite. Nivedith, Senthil and the others were enjoying the stroll.

Way to the beach

Beach

After sometime it started to drizzle and we rushed back for the chai. At the breakfast, Anand came and asked me if I had received the white t shirt goodie bag and I said no. Then he came and handed me that and Pranay said to Aseem, “ देख लो बे Celeb bloggers को हाथ में दी जाती है.. बाकियों के तो बिस्तर पर रखी मिलती हैं J”. We went into the hall where we were given safety instructions to handle the automatics. With no clutch, the people can mistakenly press the brake and the car comes to a sudden halt. With a ground rule of NO LEFT LEG we were given groups of 3 each and 2 car variants which we had to drive around a pre determined route. There were markers along the route and we had a route map in the form of a booklet. I got P 6 (petrol version first) alongwith Ila and Arun. My day was about to change. With injury worries, I set off as a Navigator. People going out of the room to test drive looked to me like fighter pilots exiting the debriefing room for missions. There were drivers provided on those cars where nobody couldn’t/did not wanted to drive. Our car had a volunteer from TATA. 

Our car

We got into the car with Arun driving, Ila on the passenger seat and I was at the back. Flagged off like a rally we just into the drive straightaway with the car into sports mode from the very start. We were looking at the markers and making our way across. We had two pit stops where the drivers needed to swap places to get the feel. We were okay. Arun was giving the input and the feel and I was listening. On the way we noticed the rest of the teams taking pics and capturing the beauty of Goa. We found a nice church and when we parked there, got to know that there was a funeral and had to move quickly as the rest of the teams were all stopping there. There were only few Zests with us and they were all with us and all blue colour. Our dresses, the cars..everything. The T shirt was an awesome fit. We stopped on the way in between and got busy with pics. We finished the drive to Zuri and Arun gave his input and the shortcoming to the TATA person. Now we moved to the diesel version ( the automatic). We were told what to watch out for. Hardly had we gone 100 m, Arun exclaimed “ Man this is power. Its easy you both should give it a try. See I am doing nothing, its only brake and accelerator”. After much coaxing Ila got ready to drive for 200 m. On another wide stretch of road I took over. It was so comfortable. Initially behind the wheel I had planned for 200 m only but ended up with one pit stop and some 5-6 kms. Arun was the best instructor ever. So patient, calm and helpful. Keeping the parking brake in hand, he did not let us feel the jitters. On the way we tried selfies which got damaged due to too much sun on the lens but we did manage to scoop up a few nevertheless.

                            

We were probably the last ones to check in. Filling the feedback forms the first thing Anand asked me ,” So how was the drive?” and the smile and happiness on my face must have told him how was it.For the detailed review of the car head here to my blogpost:

http://shwetabhmathur.blogspot.in/2014/07/the-tata-zest-experience-test-drive.html

Rushed inside to write the blog as the clock was ticking away and we had to depart for the airport by 2 pm. Lunch had to be finished by that time. Got down to typing as fast as I could but the words were taking time to come out on paper. Quickly finished the car review, posted it and headed out to the group pic. It was raining and everyone was waiting. A few of us rushed out and had a photo nonetheless in the rain. After that it was lunch and while I said goodbye to people I felt like saying goodbye to a family. There were people from all places and felt so close. Bundled into the bus saying goodbye to the blogadda team we went to the airport where another tragedy awaited us. Our Spicejet flight was delayed by 2.30 hours. By the time we would have landed there, we were supposed to take off. Carrying a complimentary “खाने का डब्बा ” given to us by the flight we had the security check done so that we could sit somewhere and plug the phones to charging.

Now these were the awesomest 2.30 hours.. every flight was delayed. The Mumbai flight was delayed by some 15-20 minutes. We said goodbye to them, Harish and his team too came after sometime. Sneha saw me and said,”तसल्ली मिल गयी Mr. and Ms. की अब ” ? Anand pointed to me and Manjulika and said “Hey these 2 are still wearing the zest shirts..they should get a photo clicked.”. We said goodbye to them also. पहले विदा होने वाले थे , अब सबको विदा करके ही जायेंगे . In these 2 hours I got to know Manjulika and Sushmita much better. It was like old pals meeting after a long time. It was memorable. The hangover was still there. Landing at around 9.30 it was a long trip although I had tried to write this experience in the flight itself but got so emotional that had to stop it.

The view from outside the window

I went to Goa empty handed and returned with a lot of memories for the lifetime. It did not matter whether I am an avid Indiblogger or not or whatsoever. I got a chance, I took it. There are a lot of people who made this possible for me. Murtaza for pushing me to go “for my sake”, Harish for trusting his instincts, Manjulika, Sushmita for putting up with my craziness at the airport..and the rest of the people for starting this beautiful bond of friendship with a lifetime validity. It doesn’t matter which networking site I am attached with( some people think me to be biased towards one) I would always remain one person who likes to write and the management and hospitality of Harish and the others have made sure that it would be one memorable trip.

Sushmita , Manjulika and me