View of the city of Haridwar from Maa Chandidevi temple (one of the most ancient temples of north India!) 
Another view of the temple: Taken from my p910 phone while dangling on the ropeway.
Long distance view from Mr. Butkar's terrace (long live ZOOM+IS).Someone once told me that I post all my personal problems on this blog.
I know I love whining about love (and not having it) but its not my personal problem (hehehe its PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE!). But I have learned to play around with depression so nicely that I could almost be a poet!
Without flowers of love in my garden,
there is a steady rain of death.
The tears of pain blind me,
will the darkness ever end for me.
There is no one, near or far,
just me and my heart.
Yet Life goes on,
marching down the Road of Death, Loss and Broken Emotions.
This is the ultimate symbol of opulence in north India.
I am not talking about the old model merc. I am talking about the old model merc. decorated with flowers.
A car is decorated in this way when it is being used to carry a newly wedded couple (still fresh from the marriage ceremony ;) away to the place where (hopefully) they will spend their first night together as husband and wife.
If you carry away your new wife in a car like merc. then you will surely leave a few hanging jaws both at the venue of the wedding and on the road (like mine). One can imagine the kind of gal who would be riding in a car like this... she surely must be a complete package!
I can hear people telling me never judge a book by its cover but whatever happened to the good old license to day-dream! :D
I took this picture (on the highway) while returning from Amritsar. This car was our 'travelling companion' for a long time.
Yesterday (1st January) was a busy day for me. I slept at 6 am got up at 12pm. Went to meet a friend and his wife-to-be. Afterwards went for a cup of coffee with a girl and a guy. A very interesting cup of coffee, it turned out to be.
The logical question is... what is so special about a cup of coffee with few regular people?
Quite a few things as it turned out.
Firstly please notice that my capucino was served in a hot-chocolate mug.
Secondly, the girl (only left hand visible) was looking stunning (or I am a bad judge of beauty).
Thirdly, the guy sitting towards the right turned out to be someone worth knowing and respecting.
But more than that what was most singular was that how a small cup (mug) of coffee can change your life. It can make you fall in love. It can give you a sense of victory. I dont enjoy winning. I win all too often. But when as a prize you are given love the victory becomes even sadder.
I also realised while sipping the cup, how different I myself was from the other two people (not only coz I was drinking capucino from a mug). How the guy and the girl represented intensity and solidity and how I represented a house of cards which will fall down at the slightest disturbance.
People tell me I need to 'introspect'. I think they are wrong. I dont think I need to look inside me... I think I need to look outside. This is what I realised over my coffee.
So next time you fine people are having a cup of whatever with your friends I would encourage you to step inside yourself and then look outside... you never know what you discover when you do this.
