After a really long time, an apology letter to finally re activate my wi
fi connection in the hostel, and some weird, funny and interesting shit, I'm
back to typing shit the usual way. And, did I tell you it feels really good
when I type funny, weird and interesting shit into this keyboard? Yeah, it
does. Yes, so I used to log in to my blogger account just to check
whether people read my blog or not? And well, I find it intriguing but people
actually do read the shit that I type. So, to not discourage the regular
readers, I have lots of blog posts planned in the next upcoming days. There comes a time in a blogger's life when he comes across some crazy,
bat-shit-insane, mind boggling stuff and decides for sure, "Dude, this
story is definitely going in my blog." But if the blogger has whatsoever
no access to Internet connection, the bat-shit-insane story soon loses its
bat-shit-insanity and it becomes a normal boring post. I have crossed similar
and much more interesting stuff that I decided I should share on the Internet,
but time makes memory fade and so does the spark. I'll be obliged to part away
with those stories as soon as I get comfortable once again typing about the
daily shit that goes through my life. 
So, yes the fourth semester of my professional course has started,
and boy should I say this shit gets interesting day after day.
Micro-controllers, processors, Hardware description language, 8051 micro
controller and what not! Well, that is enough to keep us on our toes all the
while, but we rarely do that. Apart from that, my mom and uncle came to visit
me to the hostel, and the last three lectures being free for the day (courtesy
of the diploma entry students), we went out for lunch at the renowned Hotel
Suraj International in Bedra (Moodbidri). We ordered lots of stuff, but the
best part was the starter (Chicken Pahadi Kebab) with some green chicken gravy
and runny white omlete on top of it, with pudina leaves and carrot cut
strategically as a flower dressing. It was a beautiful dish, and taste came
hand in hand with it. The rest of the full course meal was my all time favorite Chicken
Fried Rice and Manchurian Gravy, which tasted as usual, salty and the way I
like it to be.
Later came the 'The Thousand pillar temple', where we spotted
three Frenchmen. One actually, because the other two were old ladies. I
was staring at the utterly beautiful chandelier and the pillars when that
elderly Frenchwoman comes up to me, and says something which went
like this, "Its so profuso" with a big smile on her wrinkled fair
face. I could not make out whether she said "perfecto" or "profuso"
or what, but there was an "O" in the end and it definitely meant that
she shared my feeling about the chandelier and the pillars being beautiful. I
smiled and nodded with a "yes" that barely made out of my mouth. My
mama went around the temple clicking pictures by donating 100 rupees to the
temple and making the "Photography Strictly Prohibited" area to
"Click Pictures Till Your Heart Is Fulfilled" area, and the French
followed suit with their huge cameras and intriguing accent. A young couple
(probably school or college going love struck folks) came there soon enough
raising all eyebrows of the local elderly, they went around the temple a few
times. Three, to be precise because we had not completed even a single round
while they completed their quota of the day. The first round, they were quiet
when they crossed us and managed to stay apart. The second time they went
through, the guy had arms on the girls shoulder to which the old person who had
kindly taken the donation from us with folded hands, came with a sober look on
his face and apparently said something to the couple which made them take the
third round with hands in their own pockets. The French people didn't
really seem to care. Well, if you watch French movies, you'd know the reason. Both
the French and the Love-birds left soon enough, and I got reading
about the history of the temple. The temple was built in 1630 and well the
temple has an intriguing Nepali architecture. How did the Nepal architecture
get to the south of India was interesting enough to keep me hooked. But, it was
a long story, and due to the time constraint, we had to leave. I have to read
that story, and for that I have to go back, some day. There are lots of blog posts coming, also the bat-shit-insane stuff that
I'm trying to revive and relive. Keep reading folks. :D P.S.- The attached photograph is the Pahadi Chicken and the Roof of The Thousand pillar temple. :P Cheers. :D
So, yes the fourth semester of my professional course has started,
and boy should I say this shit gets interesting day after day.
Micro-controllers, processors, Hardware description language, 8051 micro
controller and what not! Well, that is enough to keep us on our toes all the
while, but we rarely do that. Apart from that, my mom and uncle came to visit
me to the hostel, and the last three lectures being free for the day (courtesy
of the diploma entry students), we went out for lunch at the renowned Hotel
Suraj International in Bedra (Moodbidri). We ordered lots of stuff, but the
best part was the starter (Chicken Pahadi Kebab) with some green chicken gravy
and runny white omlete on top of it, with pudina leaves and carrot cut
strategically as a flower dressing. It was a beautiful dish, and taste came
hand in hand with it. The rest of the full course meal was my all time favorite Chicken
Fried Rice and Manchurian Gravy, which tasted as usual, salty and the way I
like it to be. 
Later came the 'The Thousand pillar temple', where we spotted
three Frenchmen. One actually, because the other two were old ladies. I
was staring at the utterly beautiful chandelier and the pillars when that
elderly Frenchwoman comes up to me, and says something which went
like this, "Its so profuso" with a big smile on her wrinkled fair
face. I could not make out whether she said "perfecto" or "profuso"
or what, but there was an "O" in the end and it definitely meant that
she shared my feeling about the chandelier and the pillars being beautiful. I
smiled and nodded with a "yes" that barely made out of my mouth. My
mama went around the temple clicking pictures by donating 100 rupees to the
temple and making the "Photography Strictly Prohibited" area to
"Click Pictures Till Your Heart Is Fulfilled" area, and the French
followed suit with their huge cameras and intriguing accent. A young couple
(probably school or college going love struck folks) came there soon enough
raising all eyebrows of the local elderly, they went around the temple a few
times. Three, to be precise because we had not completed even a single round
while they completed their quota of the day. The first round, they were quiet
when they crossed us and managed to stay apart. The second time they went
through, the guy had arms on the girls shoulder to which the old person who had
kindly taken the donation from us with folded hands, came with a sober look on
his face and apparently said something to the couple which made them take the
third round with hands in their own pockets. The French people didn't
really seem to care. Well, if you watch French movies, you'd know the reason. Both
the French and the Love-birds left soon enough, and I got reading
about the history of the temple. The temple was built in 1630 and well the
temple has an intriguing Nepali architecture. How did the Nepal architecture
get to the south of India was interesting enough to keep me hooked. But, it was
a long story, and due to the time constraint, we had to leave. I have to read
that story, and for that I have to go back, some day. There are lots of blog posts coming, also the bat-shit-insane stuff that
I'm trying to revive and relive. Keep reading folks. :D P.S.- The attached photograph is the Pahadi Chicken and the Roof of The Thousand pillar temple. :P Cheers. :D
Vo chicken ka quantity kitna kam hai! and usme sirf omlete hi dik raha hai :D
ReplyDeleteAbe, the chicken is beneath it. And hum teen log the na, to ye sirf mera share hai. isko three times kar :P And omelete to kitna soft tha, muh me to melt ho raha tha :D
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