<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:11:45.683+05:30</updated><category term='voting'/><category term='time pass'/><category term='nandi hills'/><category term='decathlon'/><category term='bangalore'/><category term='people'/><category term='democracy'/><category term='election'/><category term='funny'/><category term='leopard'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='bandipur'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='cycling'/><category term='tiger'/><category term='honk'/><category term='lalbhag'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='bilikallubetta'/><category term='blog'/><category term='work'/><category term='flying saucer'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Pedal and trek</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just another software engineer trying to utilize this space to write about my cycling and other passions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-925172535949620276</id><published>2009-08-04T23:27:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:55:26.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>cycling and shopping at Decathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; and I had planned for a 60km+ cycle ride on this particular Saturday. It was really long since we went cycling together. So as usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; chalked out a plan and made the route as well. In addition to cycle ride, we also had planned a shopping stop at &lt;a href="http://decathlon.in/"&gt;Decathlon &lt;/a&gt;, a new sports related wholesale outlet, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarjapur&lt;/span&gt; road. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; had made a list of items to be bought at Decathlon. We were to leave at 6am in the morning from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Harsha's&lt;/span&gt; home and take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bannerugatta&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jigani&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chandapura&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dommasandra&lt;/span&gt;(on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sarjapur&lt;/span&gt; road) and then back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BTM&lt;/span&gt; layout. We anyway got late and left at 6.45.  With the stops for break fast and tea, by the time we reached Decathlon, it was 11am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I did after entering Decathlon was verifying if my membership card was activated. Yes, you need to be registered member to be able to purchase at Decathlon. I was happy to see that the card was active. But I did forget to verify one more thing, which resulted in a spree of sprints, which will follow later.  I was issued a new card, with my name printed on it. Unlike &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.in/metroCCInternational/metroindia.asp"&gt;Metro's &lt;/a&gt;membership card, the Decathlon's membership card did not have photograph of the person. The Decathlon shelves were filled with lot of new goods. I was interested in some if the things like saddle cover, mud guards. I added them in to my cart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; added few bags as well. We took around 1 hour for this. Even though I had not thought about buying anything from Decathlon that day, I ended up buying 4-5 items from there. This is what typically happens when I go shopping for my friends. Or this is what happens I go shopping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; :D. Decathlon is really tempting! We also observed that many things  like sunglasses, mud guards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;etcetera&lt;/span&gt; cost less here than the other outlets. So we ended up filling up our shopping cart with more things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After out cart of full to the brim, we promptly went to the billing counter. Happily flashed my new membership card. Since we were not carrying any cash, we said we would pay by card. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; offered his card. They did accept cards, but there was a small glitch here. The credit or debit card had to be in the name of the Decathlon membership card holder! Since I had no plans of shopping that day, I had carried neither the credit card nor the debit card ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; stared at me as if each of them wanted to be the first person to strangle me right then and there. I felt helpless. Then we recalled that on a last visit, we were able to make payment using non member's card. The lady(pretty?!) at the counter grinned and said, the rules had changed. Well, this lady had the same answer for anything we asked: "when was it? oh! rules have changed now!". Another girl at the counter suggested that we could go to the ATM at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sarjpur&lt;/span&gt;-ORR ring road junction and get the cash.  We felt even more helpless now and explained her that we were on a cycling trip then. Now she offered to lend company cab to go to ATM. We happily obliged to her offer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; and I hopped in to the cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HDFC&lt;/span&gt; ATM  in 10 minutes, and were greeted by the long queue there. Spotted a State Bank ATM and ran towards it, hoping against hope that there might be a smaller queue. But it was even worse there. Came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HDFC&lt;/span&gt; and stood in the queue. There were lot of stares, owing to our cycling gears. I keep mentioning about these strange stares, every now and then, please do pardon me, if you get bored. After 20 minutes of waiting in the queue, we were in the beginning of the queue, just 1 minute away from cash! To our luck, the bank personnel turned up promptly to fill up the ATM machines with cash. And the security guard shouted "after one hour!". We pleaded him to allow at least the people then in the queue to withdraw cash. After he turned down our request, we returned to Decathlon cursing him and our luck as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never in my life earlier, had any of my shopping plans gone so much haywire. Now that we had no other choice, we informed the cashier to keep the things selected by aside so that we could go back later in the day and buy them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be determined to get the things on the same day at any cost. So we decided to cycle back to his home, have lunch and come back to Decathlon on motorbike or car. After all this circus, I had sprint back to home, as I was already late for an appointment. I was facing the music for same through my cellphone :D. Don't ask me more about that! I decided never to stop for shopping at Decathlon while on a cycling trip ever again. I also made a point to myself about carrying my cards where ever I may roam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was a indeed a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sprint'y&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-925172535949620276?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/925172535949620276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=925172535949620276' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/925172535949620276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/925172535949620276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2009/08/shpping-at-decathlon.html' title='cycling and shopping at Decathlon'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-5392841677572015345</id><published>2009-08-02T22:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:20:55.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>funny thoughts of a kid, continued...</title><content type='html'>This is the continuation of the earlier post where I had recollected the funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; which used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crisscross&lt;/span&gt; my mind as a kid. While going through the earlier post, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to my mind that I had forgotten to mention one more interesting thought. It was about "dairy/diary". Now, when these words are pronounced, they do sound same. Don't they? DD used to air a serial called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; diaries" or someones diaries. I was expecting this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt; kid to be owning or working at a milk dairy! Every timeI watched it, I used wonder what is the relation between the title and the actual story in the serial. I watched all the episodes of it without fail to find out if anything related to dairy would be shown in the new episode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-5392841677572015345?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/5392841677572015345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=5392841677572015345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/5392841677572015345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/5392841677572015345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-thoughts-of-kid-continued.html' title='funny thoughts of a kid, continued...'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-6288416465661653848</id><published>2009-07-08T23:21:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:24:05.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged – Sixth of the Sixth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chethanaachar.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Chethana Aachar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;. The following paragraph tells what this being tagged is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Here are the rules: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1.pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder (on your desktop/laptop). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2.tell the story around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; 3.pass it onto 6 other people you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, before I post the 6th picture from my 6th picture folder, I must tell this. The thing is, I did not find even a single picture there! What do I do now? I found a work around for this situation. Interestingly, the 6th of my picture folders contained another folder :). So, the 6th picture from it is what you see below. Well, please do not take the pain to appreciate my photographic skills. Just read on , and Tag on (remember the rules!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SlTqBUTCSHI/AAAAAAAABwk/SXuh9duyDZg/s1600-h/_DSC5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SlTqBUTCSHI/AAAAAAAABwk/SXuh9duyDZg/s320/_DSC5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163165199681650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sudhi had given his new D300 to me. Yes! The brand new D300, in my hands! The reason why I have taken extra care to put all these punctuation marks is, lot of people gave me a surprised look at this. Now, where would generally any person aspiring to be a photographer would try his new camera in Bangalore? Yes, in Lalbhag. oh.. what? Did you just say Cubbon Park? May be. Now, I wanted to shoot pictures and so I went to Lalbhag on this early morning, instead of my usual jog. Now, I hardly knew to change any settings on this camera. I tried calling him up, but that nocturnal wouldn't care to wake up and answer me. So, I tried in all possible ways, and some how figured out how to change few settings like, ISO, exposure, white balance, aperture etcetera. Those who would have used other  DSLRs , would be at ease with this. Then, there I was, shooting pictures of all the things I saw. The trees, the violet flowers on the green lawn, yellow flowers in blue sky backdrop. I am not posting them here, due to earlier said rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Some how I had managed to change the white balance to sunlight, also managed to increase the warmth, and result was that all the pictures I shot appeared reddish, as though shot on planet Mars, just as shown in Star Trek kind of Hollywood movies. I saw this nice morning light falling on few of the people sitting on benches and tried to capture it. So, there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; I am not sure if I was supposed to tell a fictional story about this picture. What I just narrated is the real one. I tag the below 6 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shtrek.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;SreeHarsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeevajaala.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Eshanye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rohitramgiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Rohit Urs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nannakanasu-chiguru.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Prashanth Urala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suryaspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Surya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.me-the-ka.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;aneeskA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets see now what stories they would come up with and hope that one fine day, I would be tagged again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-6288416465661653848?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/6288416465661653848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=6288416465661653848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6288416465661653848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6288416465661653848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-sixth-of-sixth.html' title='Tagged – Sixth of the Sixth'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SlTqBUTCSHI/AAAAAAAABwk/SXuh9duyDZg/s72-c/_DSC5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-2977596765572413632</id><published>2009-06-17T22:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:00:56.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalbhag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>my pals on bangalore roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Recently I started cycling to work 2-3 days per week. First day I went in jeans and normal T and I was stinking the whole day! So decided to change my attire. From next day started going in cycling shorts and jersey. After few days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; made plans to run at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lalbhag&lt;/span&gt;, once or twice a week and asked me to join. I wanted to train for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duathlon&lt;/span&gt; as well, and obliged to him. He would come by car, I would cycle to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lalbhag&lt;/span&gt;, lock my bike to the gate and then go for run around the lake. Run 2 or 3 rounds, and then cycle on to office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once, as I finished my run and cycled on to office, two middle aged men on a motor bike came very close as though they wanted to hit me, then shouted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Excuse me!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I turned and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Are you wearing this dress for cycling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Yes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Oh.. Okay. Just few minutes back we happened to see you walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lalbhag&lt;/span&gt; with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; dress and was kinda even cursing you for coming here with such tight shorts". He looked apologetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;..", my reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Sorry, we did not know that you wear this for cycling", and gave a big grin. He was glad to know that I cycle to work and said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ಲೈಫ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಿಮ್ದು !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(yours is the life) and carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. What a honest man, to confess that he just thought bad about me and asking sorry for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-2977596765572413632?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/2977596765572413632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=2977596765572413632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/2977596765572413632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/2977596765572413632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-pals-on-bangalore-roads.html' title='my pals on bangalore roads'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-3408033506407833941</id><published>2009-05-23T07:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:38:29.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bloggers block :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Well, I have been hit by bloggers block. Yes! Trying to get rid of it by posting this :). Hope this helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-3408033506407833941?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/3408033506407833941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=3408033506407833941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/3408033506407833941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/3408033506407833941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloggers-block-d.html' title='bloggers block :D'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-424370613879516436</id><published>2008-10-20T21:55:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:21:25.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nandi hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Nandi Hills conquered again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzP2RhYe5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NyRb0I9Jb7M/s1600-h/P1060570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzPHFSLvdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/0F_Ys86iih0/s1600-h/P1060562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzOzBj8QPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FUK5BWQM_n0/s1600-h/P1060559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzOzBj8QPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FUK5BWQM_n0/s320/P1060559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259305840849731826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day since Harsha bought Trek 4300 bicycle, I had been reminding him for a ride to Nandi Hills. Harsha had done two rides to Nandi earlier with his Hero Swing. You should hear the story of those rides by him! Hero Swing is a heavy bicycle and you can imagine what would happen to one after he tries climbs Nandi on this heavy bike. And I had done a solo ride to Nandi last year. Now that he had Trek 4300, we planned for the ride. As I had recently sold my Thunder MTB, Harsha suggested that I should borrow Trek 4300 from Priya. Its slightly short for me, but I thought I could manage a single ride with it. Now we had another problem. Climbing Nandi non stop is challenging and interesting, but riding to the foothills of Nandi is boring. And ride back to Bengalooru after the climb is even more tiring. Harsha had solution for this too. For the recent Maharashtra trip we did, he had got his Swift fitted with a luggage carrier. Now plan was to tie his bike to this carrier, and another bike was to be put inside the car. In fact this is what helped us plan this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzFwi_aXbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/m9BHvkK1O5Y/s1600-h/P1060548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzFwi_aXbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/m9BHvkK1O5Y/s320/P1060548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295902679063986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plan was to start early, at about 6 from Harsha's home, pick up the bike from Priya's house on the way, and start climbing at least by 8am. But we really ran late. We left his home around 7 after nice cup of coffee. Both of us were already feeling hungry. After taking the bike from Priya we drove towards NH7. The route we were supposed to take was Hebbal - Devanahalli - Nandi. There is one more route via Dodballapur. Due to the new Airport, The NH7 has been widened and work is still going on some stretch of it. The drive was smooth except for the a small stretch just before Hebbal. We stopped for break fast at a small junction just after ITC. We mucnhed Idli, wada, set dosa, etc,. Harsha munched an extra wada :). We reached the Nandi foothills by 9.50. We parked the car in front of a small hotel. We had coffee and requested the lady at the hotel to look after the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had rained the previous day and weather was cloudy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzGYxAMbAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nY74GV27v58/s1600-h/P1060552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzGYxAMbAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nY74GV27v58/s320/P1060552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296593635208194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we took out the bikes and started check the air and other things. A group 3-4 people gathered around us, trying to touch and change the gears. We told them one should not try to change the gears when bike was stationary. We started climbing Nandi at 9.46 exactly. I told Harsha that I was already at the summit in the last ride. We really had expected the ride to be tough, without any warm up. As we started climbing, Harsha kept on telling me where all he had stopped for break in the last rides, even slept at one place! I kept on asking Harsha if we needed to stop at any point. Interestingly we were climbing slow and steadily with 1-2 gears. We never had to stop. I wanted to stop at curve number 33 and take pictures. But Harsha said we could take pictures on ride back. So we carried and slowly. Finally when I saw 1km mile stone, I was happy. After just two more curves we would at the top. We were at the stop, exactly at 10.40. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzPHFSLvdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/0F_Ys86iih0/s400/P1060562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259306185446374866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harsha was really happy as this was his first non stop climb of Nandi. Usually the bicycle riders too are not allowed to climb further as there is a "no entry" rule for two wheelers! Some day I hope ride beyond this point. We drank cold tender coconut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzQiQJ1rfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qkrNLxL6p6s/s320/P1060567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307751732260338" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tender coconut vendor was familiar with Venkatesh. He said he goes there often with foreigners. We sat for a while. Then took some pictures at the first entrance of the fort. Harsha clicked better pictures.  On the way down, we stopped at one more point to click few more photos. We were at the foothills by 11.45 and were driving back to home by 12. We were excited to find that we could climb Nandi non stop, without tiring much. Soon Harsha was forming his next plan, to climb Nandi two time back to back, without break! Lets hope we get to do it. There is one more wish of mine. I want to fix a camera to handle bar and capture a video of the downhill ride. We had not planned for the same this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzP2RhYe5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NyRb0I9Jb7M/s400/P1060570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259306996185201554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-424370613879516436?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/424370613879516436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=424370613879516436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/424370613879516436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/424370613879516436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/10/nandi-hills-conquered-again.html' title='Nandi Hills conquered again!'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SPzOzBj8QPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FUK5BWQM_n0/s72-c/P1060559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-779403167033634577</id><published>2008-09-30T19:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:44:28.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jack of many, master of none</title><content type='html'>I was speaking to a colleague of mine about my interests. He seem to have observed that my interests change often. According to him, I seem to have mastered the art of being a "jack of many, master of none". If one goes by the previous statement, one can say, I am master of one art at least :D. Even I agree with him. The reason why feel this is, I am trying to do many things without a concentrating on a single thing. Initially I used to sketch a lot. That is stopped now. Later I wanted to try painting. And I tried my hands on guitar too. Soon I seem to have lost interest. Now I have started bird watching! Lets see how far I hold on to it. The same was the case to blogging. The frequency of posts has reduced very much. But there is one thing which is regular. Cycling on the weekends. I am happy that I am able to stick to at least one interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-779403167033634577?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/779403167033634577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=779403167033634577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/779403167033634577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/779403167033634577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-of-many-master-of-none.html' title='jack of many, master of none'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-1356371556289719142</id><published>2008-07-23T22:20:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:40:44.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leopard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandipur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>3 fools, 2 smarties, a tiger and a leopard</title><content type='html'>As said in the previous post, I was in Mysooru over the last weekend. Same group of us who went to Chamundi hills, decided to go to Bandipur. Plan was to leave for Bandipur by 10 in morning, roam around and come back by 5 in the evening, as Subba and I were supposed return to Bengalooru in the evening . Previous day before going to bed, it was decided that we all should be ready by 8am, which I was sure would never be possible, as we had a nocturnal(read Sudhi) among us. I was a fool to get up by 8, get ready and wait for other lazy fellows. Somehow, 3Ss: Sudhi, Subba, and Seena managed to get ready by 12. Subba, Seena and I left early to visit Subba's granny at Nanjanagudu. A small boy who used to give witty answers to our naughty questions, made us forget how late we were. When asked "Bandipuradalli enide?"(what is bandipur famous for?), he replied "Bandi"! By the time we bid adieu to the kid, it was nearing 3 and Sudhi and one more friend of him, were already near Bandipur. We joined them by 4 and ate at a Resort(so called) till 5.45. I wanted to return, but others insisted that we should pay a quick visit to Bandipur and then go back. I reluctantly agreed. I didn't regret it later. I thanked them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached Bandipur and stopped to appreciate the friendly(?) deers, few other visitors told us that a Tiger just crossed the road near the small lake down the road. We were cursing our luck that we missed a life time opportunity to see a tiger in the wild. We rode on till the Tamil Nadu border. All along the this stretch, we could see lot of deers, sambars, a beautiful peacock too. While returning, I rode the bike fast as I wanted go back soon. Seena was pillion rider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rode back, I was wishing that, that tiger would finish is his rounds, and again cross the road. To my astonishment, we saw a leopard crossing the road! It was at about 40-50 meters from us. It stood for a second and saw us and ran in the bushes. Even though I had read leopards were timid animals, I was scared, and applied the brakes. Seena shouted at me for that and asked me to go near to it. I rode on fast, as Seena turned to right side to see the leopard, turned back and watching us. Subba and Sudhi were way behind us and they missed sighting the leopard. We waited for them to join, and told them in excitement what happened there. They cursed their bad luck and we carried on. After riding for about 5 more minutes, Subba and Sudhi again disappeared behind us, as they were slow. And this time, there was a real surprise for us. A Tiger! A tiger was crossing the road. And it was closer than the leopard. Within 20 meters! Well, I really can't explain what Seena and I felt at that moment. We were excited and scared at the same time. Without our knowledge, legs started shivering! Again, I applied the brakes, this time some how I rode on slowly, and dared to turn right and look into bushes where tiger had gone in. We could see tiger walking away, slowly, like a king. I had never seen a Tiger in wild, that too this close, and imagine, we were on a bike! Subba, Sudhi and co, who were shooting(with camera, not with gun) peacock, joined us after the tiger disappeared. Again, we had to narrate the story in excitation to them. Do not ask for photos. Yes, I cursed myself for not carrying the camera :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People go far safari and return without any luck. And we were very lucky to sight tiger and leopard withing one hour of ride. Recently a tiger got killed on Mysooru - Manandavaadi road. Now administration seems to be taking precaution to avoid such incidents. All along the Ooty road in Bandipur, there were photos of the dead tiger urging the drivers to go slow, so that they don't kill more of these endangered animals. Read in newspapers that the Manandavaadi road would be shut during night. Long live tiger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-1356371556289719142?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/1356371556289719142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=1356371556289719142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/1356371556289719142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/1356371556289719142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-fools-2-smarties-tiger-and-leapord.html' title='3 fools, 2 smarties, a tiger and a leopard'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-2944815217007437053</id><published>2008-07-15T19:21:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:33:36.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying saucer'/><title type='text'>flying saucer!</title><content type='html'>I had been to Mysooru over this weekend. Sudhee had been pestering me for past two months visit him there. I was stuck with some or the other work on all the weekends for past two months. This weekend he happened to visit Bengalooru by car. While going back there was space for two more, so Subba and I hopped into his car. Past the city traffic, we started arguing over how one should drive, slow, fast, in left lane or right, high beam, truck drivers, blah, blah, blah... Sudhee was getting good lecture from his dad on the same. He even tried deceive and go faster by closing windows saying it would give aerodynamic advantage :). We reached Mysooru by 11pm. Seena joined us at Subba's home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we decided have coffee @ Ginger and go to Chamundi hills. As we drove up the hill, we could see clouds forming atop Chamundi hills. Clouds became thicker and moon disappeared behind the clouds. It was all misty above and we got out of car at view point and appreciated the view of Mysooru in night. Palace, the ring road, all looked beautiful. Later we drove on, circled around the temple and stopped at the edge. Suddenly everything down disappeared due the heavy mist in front of us. And I noticed some flat elongated glowing object very far off. It looked as though it stood very high from ground. "Whats that?", I drew attention of others. We stared at it. "It's rotating!", said Seena. To me it appeared as though it was fire in some distant forest. Someone said it might be a building lit in the night. But it looked too high to be a building at that distance. Slowly one more image slightly longer than the first formed above that. "Flying saucer!!!", I shouted in excitement. The two images looked as though they were coming closer and getting bigger and rotating... We seriously started thinking that they indeed are flying saucers. But, as the clouds became thin, the images grew large and combined to form a circle. Slowly we realised it was moon! For just few moments the moon playing hide n seek made our imaginations fly :). Then we laughed at ourselves. I liked the excitement it generated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-2944815217007437053?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/2944815217007437053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=2944815217007437053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/2944815217007437053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/2944815217007437053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/07/flying-saucer.html' title='flying saucer!'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-8426618316597076801</id><published>2008-07-01T23:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:18:16.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blog through e-mail</title><content type='html'>Just trying the blogging through e-mail feature. The fact that you see it here, the feature has worked :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-8426618316597076801?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/8426618316597076801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=8426618316597076801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/8426618316597076801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/8426618316597076801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-through-e-mail.html' title='blog through e-mail'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-8949064620168854828</id><published>2008-07-01T19:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:34:22.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>funny thoughts of a kid...</title><content type='html'>When I was kid, there were lot of funny thoughts, funny now but not then, were in my mind. I'm damn sure it would be same with others too. I recall them and laugh at myself. One of such thought was that women gave birth to baby boys and men gave birth to baby girls! I don't know how this great thought occurred to my mind :D&lt;br /&gt;There was one more, that wind was due to fluttering leaves and branches of tress, and not the other way :). I also thought that the good old TV antenna was just used to indicate that the particular house has TV, he he :D. Along this weird thoughts, there was a list of experiments which I wanted to carry out. One such was, connecting a live electric wire to sea and then see if the water becomes hot! There are lot more like this. I am thinking of writing all of them down. It will be nice to collect all such funny thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does these make you laugh, smile at least?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-8949064620168854828?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/8949064620168854828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=8949064620168854828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/8949064620168854828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/8949064620168854828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-thaughts-of-kid.html' title='funny thoughts of a kid...'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-926307008721086920</id><published>2008-06-04T20:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:35:30.247+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>bus to work and time pass...</title><content type='html'>Our company administration had been announcing for 3 years that we would move to our own campus. The location usually was marked by a spot along the ring road, on the Bengalooru map, shown during the presentation to us. The spot kept changing its position, as a beep on radar screen, every time a new presentation was made. Most of us were apprehensive as this new campus was outside city limits, and the reason was obvious one: traffic problems. We might be have to travel by bus arranged by company. our workplace was located in and around MG road, and most of us liked it as it was just 30-45 minutes away from residential areas. We kept hoping against hope that the campus movement be postponed as much possible. As usual, when a company moves to city outskirts, we were given option to choose office bus for commuting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did move to new campus, and now, most of us are traveling by bus. Usually leave for work at 7.15 am, reach by 8.30 am, if the traffic is not heavy. And in the evening, leave for home at 5.15 and reach by 7. So the time which we spend on the roads is around 3 hours. Now we have many ways to spend time while traveling. Most of us sleep while going to office :). Some times I try to read and doze off after 2-3 pages! And most of us think, trying to read in bus is quick way to get sleep, and have been quite successful with that :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late I have developed a good rapport with one of the fellow commuters. We usually start talking about the weekend plan and our conversation drags and touches lot of things like birds(real ones), birds(the other kind! ones at work, walking on the road, etc,.), books, bikes, motor bikes, music, politics, election, and what not?! We even tried playing quiz, solving puzzles(some of which really do not have solution) :D. So far so good, I hope it continues. Otherwise it becomes too boring to just sit and travel everyday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-926307008721086920?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/926307008721086920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=926307008721086920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/926307008721086920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/926307008721086920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/06/bus-to-work-and-time-pass.html' title='bus to work and time pass...'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-1058468314096587836</id><published>2008-05-07T19:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:23:46.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>Election and voting list fun!</title><content type='html'>I have not voted in any election till now. I did regret not voting last time. I had the opportunity to vote in two elections. I want to vote because I want to have the right to complain :). Also, I want a candidate of my like to win. Last time, even though I filled application for registration, my name was missing from the voting list. This time it is not, but I am 3 years younger according to Election Commission. Similarly my mom is 18 according to them, my younger sister who is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PUC&lt;/span&gt; is 28. Luckily my brother's age is correct in the list. Funniest part is, my landlord's every other info is correct except the address! I am not sure if the Returning officer would allow us to vote with such inconsistencies in the data. We anyway want to try our luck. The Political parties distributed small pamphlets with each voter's name, serial number and other information. I wonder how did they get the list. May be from the website which showed the complete list. This time it was easy to know if one's name of registered through the website &lt;a href="http://www.bangalorevoterid.org/"&gt;http://www.bangalorevoterid.org/&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to the site.&lt;br /&gt;I will vote. Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-1058468314096587836?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/1058468314096587836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=1058468314096587836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/1058468314096587836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/1058468314096587836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/05/election-and-voting-list-fun.html' title='Election and voting list fun!'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-6488467939848035155</id><published>2008-04-15T23:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:55:18.460+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><title type='text'>Honk if you are an Idiot</title><content type='html'>Well, I have stuck is sticker which says "HONK IF YOU ARE AN IDIOT", at the back of my motor bike. There is an even better sticker which says "HONK IF YOU ARE CONSTIPATED".  Until recent, none of the fellow motorists on Bengalooru traffic had noticed it. I was in a traffic signal when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned back, an aged person smilingly asked me from where did I get such sticker. After I answered, he appreciated it and said its good, and was about to get into deeper conversation in the middle of traffic :D. Finally somebody  noticed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-6488467939848035155?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/6488467939848035155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=6488467939848035155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6488467939848035155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6488467939848035155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2008/04/honk-if-you-are-idiot.html' title='Honk if you are an Idiot'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-7944755661277282893</id><published>2008-01-09T09:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:34.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilikallubetta'/><title type='text'>Ride to Bilikallu Betta near Kanakapura</title><content type='html'>As usual Harsha had chalked out a plan for a cycle ride on Sunday morning to Bilikallu Betta near Kanakapura. Bilikallu means white stone, and betta means hill. The plan was to meet at Family Mart junction at 6am on Kanakapura road, ride to the foot of the hill, trek to the top and back in 3-4 hours, and ride back to Bangalore by 5pm. There even is a motor able road to the top of the hill from Kanakapura. We were supposed to take Harohalli (on Kanakapura road)- Maralavadi - Devaralli route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harsha called up on Saturday night and told that he might not join as he had severe tooth pain. So I started on Sunday morning at 5.45 from home hoping to see at least two people at the Family Mart junction. Family Mart just 10 minutes by cycle from my home. Soon after I started riding on Ring Road, another cyclist in Trek 3700 went past me. I was wondering this might be one of the guys joining for the ride. Indeed he was, and introduced himself as Prasad. 3 more guys, Adarsh, Pkota and Satya also joined us at Family mart junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After exchanging hellos, we started towards Harohalli. We planned to ride non stop till Harohalli. But then, we couldn't resist to stop and look at the beautiful sunrise on the tank bund after Kaggalipura(?). Prasad took out his camera and shot many photos. Through out the ride, he was regretting not getting a better lens. Adarsh had got new Trek 4300 bike recently and this was the first long ride after getting the new bike. He was in full josh and was always in the front. We reached Harohalli by 7.45 and Pkota took us to the road side hotel where we munched delicious tatte idlis. It seems the hotel guy remembered Pkota's last visit and greeted him! After a visit to a cycle shop to fill in some air, and packing some chocolates, water and biscuit packs, we left for Maralavadi, which is about 10km from Harohalli. One needs to take right turn on Harohalli - Jigani road, just within Harohalli. This road offered perfect country side view with fields and trees along it. We stopped near a Mantapa along the road, to take few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;We continued to ride appreciating the cool breeze. Most of the ride was downhill, and we all were expecting the journey back to be difficult under the hot sun. We reached Maralavadi at 9.45 or so and packed a kg of banana, few packets of Electrol. Pkota was complaining that this was not the same Electrol specified by WHO :D. Somebody added that we do not need Electrol, as it was given to those having lose motion! He had to be explained that since we dehydrate a lot during the pedaling and a trek after that, we would need it to avoid muscle cramps. After Maralavadi we took the road towards the Bilikallu betta. This too offered a nice view with small hills around it. We could see lot of birds chirping around, and regretted the fact that we couldn't name any of them except for Myna and Kingfisher. Again we stopped to appreciate the nice view around. Prasad shot some photos of the country road with a man grazing the buffaloes :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Soon the asphalted road ended, and we were at a small village where we were supposed to park our bikes and take to trek trail to the hill top. Some villager offered a shed thatched with coconut leaves. Lot of curious children gathered around us asking for a ride. We asked them not turn/touch the gear shifters and promised to give a ride once we were back from the trek. Some local boy even tailed us till the foothill until he realized that we would not offer any of the eatables to him. There were lot of locals in the fields who promptly pointed us towards the trail leading to the top. As we started climbing we felt the sun getting hotter. We took out the electrol packets and mixed with water and the appreciated the taste. The trail was nothing great, but we were happy to find one such near to Bengalooru. All along the trail we could see the Elephant dung(?). We were wondering how could the Elephants climb the hill! We also saw place where the Elephants might have stayed over night, where there were lot of footmarks. It was 12 by the time we reached the top. Pkota was ahead of all others and we found him taking a sound nap at the temple. We were expecting the hill top to be a deserted place. Instead, there were lot of people around the temple. There was some road repair and other works going on as the annual feast(jaatre) was just 15 days away. Luckily there was a water tank where we refilled the water bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The hill top offered a nice view of a small valley towards Bannergatta. Again the camera was out and there were shots, while Adarsh was trying to take a nap, as he had planned to go to office directly after cycling! This guy had turned up for the ride directly from office without taking any rest and now he had planned to go to back to work! Crazy chap! We quickly finished the Banana and other snacks we had packed along. Rested for few minutes, and started back. While returning we found a couple, climbing the hill. Soon our imagination started flying, hehe.. :D. To add to that the guy mentioned that they did not plan to climb till the top. One of our boys wanted to reply that we already knew of it! Soon, we were back at the village and paid some money to the villager who had offered the shed for parking. We were back at Harohalli at 3.30 or so. Ride back to Harohalli was not that tough as we had thought earlier. Had Onion dosa for lunch at Vasu Hotel. Pkota took off soon after the lunch saying that he had to visit some relative. Adarsh too followed the suit. Rest of us started riding slowly sipping 2-3 tender coconuts along the highway. Harsha called up during one of the pit stop and told that he bought a new Trek 4300! Harsha and I have a secret deal, which still remains secret :D. Ride back was really slow and we were back in Bengalooru by 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distances covered:&lt;br /&gt;Harohalli is 37km from Bengalooru. From Family Mart it may be around 30km.&lt;br /&gt;Bilikalli betta is around 12km from Harohalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from Prasad's camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuGNpRCBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1M5gVnx0ATU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuGNpRCBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1M5gVnx0ATU/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153364926639704082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuGtpRCCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lbQaR3O8TRE/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuGtpRCCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lbQaR3O8TRE/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153364935229638690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roadside hotel at Harohalli where we munched delicious idlis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuG9pRCDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ah6yrcHWSuY/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuG9pRCDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ah6yrcHWSuY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153364939524606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantapa on Maralavadi road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/R4RuHNpRCEI/AAAAAAAAAok/IzwinC0TMII/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sreeharsha&lt;/span&gt; were planning this for very long time. Some how the plan never worked. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sreeharsha&lt;/span&gt; was away on trek on the Sunday (16-Dec), I decided to go solo. I had never done a solo long ride, except for some 50-60km rides, if you call them long rides! I did not tell anyone that I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; hills. I did not wanted to end up with a faster rider, who would make me gasp for breath &lt;img alt="Rolling Eyes" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_rolleyes.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I wanted to go at a pace comfortable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan was to be at the foot hill at 8am, and reach the top within 10am.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to leave at 5am. I had kept an alarm to wake up at 4.35 AM, but somehow I woke up and 4 AM and waited for alarm to go off &lt;img alt="Very Happy" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I took two bottles of water, some chocolates, and tools like spanners and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allen&lt;/span&gt; keys. I usually used to wear a woolen cap, but this time I decided to sport my helmet &lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt; . So I started exactly at 5 AM from my home (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BSK&lt;/span&gt; 3rd stage). I decided to go via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; Park, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vidhana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soudha&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bellary&lt;/span&gt; road. I stopped on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hebbal&lt;/span&gt; flyover to check the time, it was 5.55 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; hills. One is, continue in NH7 till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt;, take diversion towards left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Durga&lt;/span&gt; road. Second one is, take diversion to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dodballapur&lt;/span&gt; just after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jakkur&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dodballapur&lt;/span&gt;, there is a small road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt; route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cycled on NH7 towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt;, I saw a Porsche(?!) zooming past me. Later I saw it parked near International Airport site and lot of curious people around it. I kept cycling, looking for a hotel to take a break. A motorist showed thumbs-up and zipped past me. When I stopped for first pit stop near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt;, it was 7.18am. I gulped 3 yummy bananas, bought few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chikkis&lt;/span&gt; (ground nut cakes) and started again. Just after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt;, I took diversion to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Durga&lt;/span&gt; road. A milestone read 22km to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; Betta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I moved on, I saw some small hills towards right which were covered in mist. I was yet to get a glimpse of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt;. It was 8.15am when I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Karalli&lt;/span&gt; junction. I ate 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bisi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bisi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tatte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Idlis&lt;/span&gt;. The hotel owner told, that yesterday too there was someone going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yalahanka&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; recall his name though. He gave a word of caution to keep to the left. He added that, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;enne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hakikondu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;gaadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;odistare&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;husharu&lt;/span&gt;!', meaning people drink and drive &lt;img alt="Surprised" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_surprised.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I could see that there many people zipping on their bikes. As I left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Karalli&lt;/span&gt; junction a milestone showed, 12km to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; hills. Now I could see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; romancing with the clouds. It was completely covered in mist, only foothill was visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached to foothill, the point where the ascent begins, at 8.40am. Stopped to apply sun screen lotion, gulped one more banana. I wanted to climb the entire ascent not stopping at any cost. I relieved myself and started the ascent at 8.45am. As I kept climbing, I could see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; still romancing with mist, but mist had started to clear. Now I was going against gravity, and to add to that, strong wind too started blowing against me &lt;img alt="Mad" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif" border="0" /&gt; . Thankfully the wind subsided after a kilometer of climb. I saw milestone saying 7km. Saw two more telling the altitude, 1138 or something and one more saying 1218. I don't recall exact value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5km milestone, there was flat stretch, which was welcome break from continuous climb, though it was very short one. I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Sreeharsha&lt;/span&gt; telling me that first 5km of the climb is easy and it was. Till now, I was using F2-R1 gear, now I had to shift to F1-R1. I saw 3km milestone, then 2km and 1km &lt;img alt="Very Happy" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I could feel my heart pumping hard when I climbed to last curve which leads to the fort entrance! I didn't stop there, continued till the next entrance where those two morons stopped me &lt;img alt="Mad" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I yelled at them and came back to rest at the bust stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the time, it was 9.45 AM. So, I had taken 1 hour for continuous climb &lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I was happy! I don't know if its good or bad. I was wondering, what might be the best time taken for climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I didn't carry camera &lt;img alt="Crying or Very sad" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_cry.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I was not interested in roaming around there as I had been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; on motor bike 3-4 times earlier. Was lying on the grass for sometime. Some curious motorist came to me and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, did you come by cycle?!".&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Hats off to you!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took sometime to call home and tell that I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt;. I ate a cucumber and rested till 10.15 AM. Decided that it was time to go. Started descending. Boy, I liked the speed at which gravity was pulling me down. After 5 minutes, maneuvered a curve to see two more cyclists climbing. Said hello to them and continued. I didn't apply brakes after first 3km as there were not many curves. But some stupid guy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Innova&lt;/span&gt;, trying to overtake the slow bus from opposite side entirely blocked my way &lt;img alt="Mad" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif" border="0" /&gt; . Downhill ride was very fast and I was at to foothill at 10.30am. Continued towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Karalli&lt;/span&gt; junction, took diversion to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey back was slow, with sun making his presence felt. I stopped near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Devanalli&lt;/span&gt; to sip a tender coconut. I love to sip tender coconuts on my cycling journeys. I tend to stop where ever I see tender coconuts &lt;img alt="Very Happy" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt; . When stopped near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Yalahanka&lt;/span&gt; to sip two more tender coconuts, it was 12.40. I felt that my bike was not going fast enough, no matter how much ever I tried &lt;img alt="Crying or Very sad" src="http://www.bikeszone.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_cry.gif" border="0" /&gt; . I continued at slow pace. After crossing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Hebbal&lt;/span&gt; flyover, I got opportunity to do some off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;roading&lt;/span&gt; as well, as the road was dug for construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to through Majestic as it was near. I was feeling damn hungry. I stopped to gulp one more banana. Did not stop anywhere else. When I reached home, it was 2.30. Luckily none of my body parts complained at the end. But my legs from knee to foot had turned dark :( . Had nice lunch went out for shopping in the evening, recalling the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start time was 5 AM and end time 2.30 PM. From my home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; hills is around 72-73km. Total ride length may be around 140km. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; hills altitude is 1479 meters. The foothill altitude is around 950-1000 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a Hero Thunder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;MTB&lt;/span&gt;. I used the same bike for 'Mountain to Sea' (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Ooty&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Kasargod&lt;/span&gt;) cycle tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very satisfying ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-996707988349206260?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/996707988349206260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=996707988349206260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/996707988349206260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/996707988349206260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning-cycle-ride-to-nandi.html' title='Sunday morning cycle ride to Nandi Hills'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-6511848171144831813</id><published>2007-05-18T15:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:50:59.457+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>after one year...</title><content type='html'>Its been exactly one year since I created my blog. And it remained empty till now as I never bothered to write anything. Now, exactly after one year, my friend  happened to look at my blog. He left a comment asking me to write something here! Initially,I was very excited by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of writing my ideas and becoming (in)famous. I was hyperactive till I created space for myself here. When I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sat down&lt;/span&gt; to write something, my mind went blank. Could not write anything. What to write about? Who will care to read?. These were some of the questions which popped up and still hover over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to write was a BIG question then too and now too :). I have always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; were usually jobless souls at IT companies who write blogs to kill the time. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; used to get stronger helped my by friends' blogs which used to get updated everyday with loads of stuff. I used to wonder how can one get so much of time to sit and key in so much of text. But it would have been okay if it was just some text. But people do(?!) think and write, unlike me :). Now that i have started writing, I should let my friends know by e-mailing them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. Specially to those who keep bombarding me with mails about updated blogs. I have few people sending mails about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; updated blogs and find it very funny. Every evening they would shoot a mail about the updated blog! They get paid to blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-6511848171144831813?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/6511848171144831813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=6511848171144831813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6511848171144831813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/6511848171144831813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-one-year.html' title='after one year...'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28375696.post-114803037548075992</id><published>2006-05-19T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:49:35.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, I am just trying to create new blog. And I am doing this for the first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="postfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogItemFeedLinks$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28375696-114803037548075992?l=dcmanohar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/feeds/114803037548075992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28375696&amp;postID=114803037548075992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/114803037548075992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28375696/posts/default/114803037548075992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcmanohar.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>DCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089966218312385341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TpclMVNHjjA/SZwS4zj1EKI/AAAAAAAABfA/EP7X5hJy-UM/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
