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11-Jul-2009 Wildernest is a wonderfully & strangely serene nature resort. Why I called it strange because of its location. You park your vehicles in Maharashtra, you travel the red soiled dirt track in a four-wheel drive gypsy to get to your room in Goa, and you see the rain-forest of Karnataka out of your window. Strange enough isn’t it? But I won’t like to babble on about the location of this resort. The point is, it is a magical place and it provides a much needed slow down from our usual hustle bustle. It provides peace through nature with enough luxury. Like all other resorts it has cottages, but the best part is that they have built it without disturbing the natural ambiance. It is such an experience that you can glance to the valley when you are having a shower. It isn’t the most usual, isn’t it? In addition to that, I will never forget the approach way towards my cottage. You start climbing up in the forest with no idea in your heads about how your cottage looks like, yo

10-Jul-2009 No man is ever whipped, until he QUITS—in his own mind. This fact will be repeated many times, because it is so easy to “take the count” at the first sign of defeat. James J. Hill met with temporary defeat when he first endeavored to raise the necessary capital to build a railroad from the East to the West, but he, too turned defeat into victory through new plans. Henry Ford met with temporary defeat, not only at the beginning of his automobile career, but after he had gone far toward the top. He created new plans, and went marching on to financial victory. We see men who have accumulated great fortunes, but we often recognize only their triumph, overlooking the temporary defeats which they had to surmount before “arriving. NO FOLLOWER OF THIS PHILOSOPHY CAN REASONABLY EXPECT TO ACCUMULATE A FORTUNE WITHOUT EXPERIENCING “TEMPORARY DEFEAT.” When defeat comes, accept it as a signal that your plans are not sound, rebuild those plans, and set sail once more toward your covet

09-Jul-2009 I smelled the air. All of a sudden it was different whiff along side the national highway. I looked out and the smell came from sugar-factory. ‘Umm.. I think I am near to the destination’ I said to myself. It is always ‘relaxing’ moment when I am approaching my favourite city of Kolhapur. Its like a home away from home feeling. I just love the ambiance of the city and simplicity of the citizens. Somehow it always made me awe when I entered the city after crossing the Panchaganga river bridge. The city boasts an amazing white and red curry food at various hotels such as Padma, Opel etc. I should perhaps go by the sequence what eatery schedule is recommended when you are there. In the morning have a big glass of raw milk. Then go have Kolhapuri Misal. Later to that, you can have yummy classic ice-cream which is very desi flavoured. For lunch go to Hotel Padma and have mutton thali where you will almost touch heaven. In the late afternoon you can have mirchi soda to prepare

A daily schedule which begins from 9 in the morning continues till the big arm of the clock takes 9 more 360 degrees turns is often exhausting. Finally when I arrive home my favorite pastime is watching Nat-Geo with my favorite (available) food and drink. I cherish that time. As usual I fancied the similar kind of time today, and eventually got it. I was watching this documentary where these guys were trying to break down a hero Honda 50. The creator of those documentary claimed that the 2stroke, 50cc kick start 2 wheeled vehicle which looks similar to our own M50 or M80 is indestructible. Their methods to prove their point were not that creative I must say. First they tried having an odd ride on footpath, road, potholes etc. Then they tried to pressurise it by attaching around 200kgs of weight which comprised of 80 pizzas, 40 kilograms of vegetable, uncounted weight of fruits, plus the hefty sized rider. It did not make any sense because everything fell from the bike as the vehicle s

07-Jul-2009 I look back, peek into my life and see how the automobile industry has molded till this moment. I did not have the luxury to seat in the four or perhaps five door saloon till my uncle catch hold of his new Fiat premier-padmini. I would like to go into the details about how did he ‘traversed’ with that machine and how I enjoyed those rides with him, but I will keep it for some other time. The then period was quite different. A two wheeler used to take few months, in some cases years to get delivered after you book. Easy installment was not known and there was rarely any awareness about the concepts of loans. So buying a two wheeler was a big achievement. A moment ago, I heard from my papa that when he bought his first Bajaj-Super scooter it cost him 8500 INR, it was a very dear amount when his monthly salary was not more than 800 Rs. Mind you that was a decent fresher salary then. To go into the details about the manufacturing sector I didn’t know perhaps what the problem