Thursday, 18 November 2010
Saucy September to Naughty November continuing to Din chak december
Finally I begin my blog content, was so crazily thinking for ages for the blog title and today the enthusiasm took over from the laziness to move. Hmm so how have you guys been?? Months flew by and of of course everyone must be lost in the routine activities.
So where do I start , I dunno , three months have rolled on like nobody business with me as ever doing all the crazy things in life plus the endless goof ups mishaps golmaals . Ah well if these weren’t there I wouldn’t be Shyam!
Life goes on day by day in Melbourne with the initial hiccups all gone in the distant past and it’s reaching a stage where in I am inching closer to call Melbourne home. Am I too early to call it home! Well here is the deal, to me home is the place where I have a set of people to move around, talk around and share thoughts. And that has happened in Melbourne much earlier than I usually would. Am I so proud to say and if I could probably express joy in writing I would show a the most cheerful me in here , I have a set of friends in Melbourne !!! For those who know me, that am it, I don’t need anything else.
Springing out of nowhere just like my Hsbc gang are 4 of us from different corners but with the same wavelength and in short time we have become quite close knit and possessive of it. Welcome to the fiver gang of Phani (tom n jerry relationship , but yep ) , Prabha (the so called boli baali girl from the mystical mysore) ,Shweta ( homeliness at its best ,all our cameras love clicking her cos shes just to...eeeeeeeeeeeee ) , Sonali ( saggitarian at horoscope , MS application on the mindoscope ,and US on her heartoscope) and yea of course me (the guy who just eats food wherever cooked at whichever date from the previous four described ).
Thanks to one Mt Baw Baw trip and the toonpur from Kanpur the fiver of us met up and since then it doesn't really matter whether I am in the dumps or feeling low, cos I have someone to pep me up and I can spend time with. Well the biggest achievement is that I don’t have work issues anymore , I am so out of it and work place is now so so much better off , wanted it always like that ,so work is no more hated , love it and is quite nice chugging along in its own right. So where is my personal life heading, its being perfectly human, heheheheh. By the almighty grace I am living my dream here, friends, work is good cant ask for anything more. Of course I was reminded at frequent intervals that I still have a lot to learn and be responsible, which brings me to the Great Australian Adventure of Loses. Probably I would never forget the day in my life, it was on the 9th of October when I see my bag stolen by a construction worker in front of my eyes and I can’t do much. There would be a thousand fitness first gym bags around Melbourne and I can’t go stopping people asking to check if its mine. The day was to be the first ever road trip in Australia with the fiver gang to the Mornington Peninsula. It did not pinch me at that moment, but the days leading from then was horrific, miserable and far too worse to be described here. Those days were like as if the world came crashing down, I was like as if I someone has robbed me of my skin and left me to face the dangerous world. Three things I cherish in my life went with the bag. Music, Photos and my passport. Yes you read it right, my passport .Then on began a journey of running to the consulate, endless phone calls, sobbing alone in my room, praying that my passport at least be returned. It really was a big blow to me ....I know how I was feeling and trust me, you would not want to be in that situation!! Well this is now a thing of the past, with my new passport being applied for which will come in January thanks to Indian Bureaucracy, so which means effectively I am like Ramji Londonwale or Nala Damayanti. Stuck in a foreign ctry with no identity.
Come mid October that was all brushed aside with great difficulty and perhaps this is where my need for friends is most elaborated , I am sure if the fiver weren't there , I would be down like devdas here . But nah nah , I din let negative take the better of me , soon by October end we were onto another game , the game of playing cat mouse with the weather and some of the squeaky things we have done . he he nothing adult there, keep reading and you would figure out where squeaky comes from.
The month of October was pretty hectic with so many weekends worked and with every weekend being marred with rain, we were being driven to a point where the mind needed to get out of the Melbourne CBD of which we got so irritated off. Honestly the CBD comprises of 6 streets and there was no place not seen and invariably every street you go, you would bump into someone from office much to your dismay.
So we the fiver of us planned a road trip, on a weekend on which the forecast was very clear, Thunderstorms. Till the last day we were biting our nails, with every known fraternity around us saying you must be crazy to go in this weather. And for me I was really being adamant, I had decided to put my foot down whatever people talk and go ahead with the trip. I must say it was quite a cat mouse decision, the drive was just amazing, while starting off I made a secret detour to go to the temple which I did and prayed that things go well generally and that this trip is also good. The four didn’t mind it at all, all the more appreciative that we stopped. And then we began the journey to Wilson Promontory this was a national park at the coastline with some breathtaking scenery , the distance was 200 kms one way and with my secret temple stop taking a chunk of my planned journey time , it was a race against time to reach wilson . I call it a race cos I knew it was to rain heavily towards the later part of the evening which the remaining four will now know when they read this blog. Wink!
I was the driver for the trip, and considering I had a passion for driving and travelling, the roads were embedded in my head .My plan was to reach the wilson park at 12 starting 9 from Melbourne, 11 on my watch and I was barely half way until I take the dedicated road to Wilson’s, The last section of the road to Wilson’s as it is known is a dedicated road, i.e. it doesn’t have any turns to anywhere else and heads only to the national park.
I entered the road and was a happy guy because I could make for lost time by pushing here; having a Ford Falcon V6 4.0 litre under the hood with a torque of 270kW at 5250rpm and 533Nm at 2000-4750rpm under my hood was quite an experience. Not a soul on the road, guess most people did not even consider knowing the weather, we were the only car, I hit it and the V6 sprang to life, that last section I was constantly at the 3 digit Speedo. I always use to think that I could talk to cars I drive and I guess this car did speak to me. The road was so scenic winding up and down across various contours of the Australian landscape .Destination reached and we hurriedly caught the shuttle bus to the Mt Oberon hike , it was lucky that we took our bag of snacks and lunch with us though it was heavy , we would know the value of it when we reached the top . The hike up seemed like ages and with me and Prabha stopping to catch a breath every 500 metres while the others were lost in their gossips ,gupshups and treaded along. One and a half hours later at the top. WOW 360 degree view of the pristine blue ocean, solitude beaches and miles of land to see. It was quite a sight and on that occasion we opened our lunch box filled with lemon rice affectionately named chitraaana by the toonpur from Kanpur. I was missing my camera a lot , I did not have one as I had lost it , considering my love for photography , but I did take a few shots with phani’s camera . Job done and we hiked back to base. The never ending road was to finally end when the clouds finally gave way at 3 Pm, we ran the last few hundred metres to the only shelter a little stand.
Exhausted and tired and in pouring rain, we thought what’s next …..and withs next on my mind too I end part one of the blog here . hahaha so I still haven’t mentioned what squeaky is …….Promise part 2 will reveal the Secret of Squeaky .
Seeya all ,