Life Trash

Madikeri in Coorg offers respite from the noise, pollution, concrete jungle that is Bangalore. How to reach (budget options) :   KSRTC buses: Helpful for those on a shoe string budget. Read the next option, if buses flying down pin bend turns, makes you queasy.   Indian Rail : If travelling at midnight does not make you squeal like crazy or look behind your back, every nano second then opt for a passenger train. Starts at Bangalore City Junction at 12 a.m  to reach Mysore. You can pray the scheduled arrival time gets delayed, like me, it happens to be 04.00 am. Praying for such delays doesn't work though! If you sleep like a log, don't worry, the porters and tea sellers will ensure you wake up after the train is deserted. Hop on to a bus headed towards Madikeri, from Mysore Bus Stand (1 k.m from Mysore Railway Station). Coorg the land of Coffee, spices and oranges lies two and a half hours away. Destination: Shanti Estate, Madikeri  In two hours and f...

All ye food lovers from Delhi are some of you wondering why the hell are your taste buds have got south indianised post Bangalore venture then i think OOTY Chocolates will just change your mind. They are homemade and bloody fresh! Its this small INDIAN shop which has choclates in all falvours taht you can think of but havent seen offered by Cadbury, i tried the rum and raisin which costs Rs.500 per kg! phew !! Well dont be dismayed by the cost as it jsut macthed up much better than Cadbury's rum and raisin. And the best part is i could taste the rum! One of the shops is in Mosque road, indira nagar and at Kormangala And finally for those who leave the green spots more than the maniac malls at MG or whatever road then you can go to Lalbagh the most greenest and lanscpaed beautiful areas with huge trees, a rose garden and bonzai garden and a glass house with lots of places to get up close to that lover of yours on weekdays!. And be socially responsible -dont get naked out there!

an alternative to development of infrastructure is to open up the country and its people for testing. Who will lead this better than Africa? read more | digg story

" From the farm to the fork" the story unfolds to gripping disturbing climax. Book review- Raj Patel’s Stuffed and starved A book that is not to be trusted simply by its non flashy cover. A book so well written about food that it initiates self introspection about how we never question some of the basic things in life like why have started eating cauliflower even in the winters when its used to be available only during the summers! Or why is mommy and dady now purchasing groceries from that mall by burning 1 litre of gas when they used to buy the same from the local grocery shop earlier when we were kids? Patel has made a non fiction book so curiously unlike a work of non fiction which ends up boring and not worth perusing once put down. Replete with examples from around the globe on movements trying to put this huge agroindustry accountable for its deeds the book simply talks about food. Its not a foodie’s delight but a nightmare which maybe every foodie might have conscious...

If life is bitch then are we supposed to be dogs? Why did the intelligent beings make such proverbs? and why do we have to always take decisions which concern our life with the utmost concern for all others who might get affected by that decision? Well ,some of you might be thinking because man is a social animal you numbskull! Sorry but ibeg to differ, consider the following situations when bargaining for a better pay don’t we generate competition among our siblings? Why don’t we then consider the social harms? But that is money so everything is fine in one’s pursuit of money-individualism is key mantra of today but why do we have to have the consensus and good will of all other miniscule creatures as we try to obliterate all obstacles littering our path to Haven? Why is it so difficult to scale the unseen barriers and walls created by the most selfish in our society? for doing something which brings happiness in the smallest and the most direct ways? Who is to be trusted ...

There is no one complete way to describe the events that happened today on my 2nd last day in Mumbai. The weird fast impersonal life of Mumbai. Things like stone and mud thrown in at me inside a cab in a not so weird hour of the afternoon, followed by immoral umbrella bottoms trying landing on my head scaring my wits out of my head and to put the icing on the cake to be witness to watching a weird psychotic break down of my room mate of 1 and half weeks who told me in her fever induced delirium : she wanted to go up there to God! Some days just start on the wrong side of the bed and we are just left wondering how and why did any of this days events were even executed with myself as the pawn to add taste to the witch's mixture. And as i have just started enjoying the feeling of being unemployed such happenings only add misery. Is someone listening?