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Bijapur,Dehra Dun, Bangalore, Pune, Karnataka, Maharastra, India
IMPossible.........i am the way u see me.......

Tuesday, June 30, 2009


IST: 0300 hours
Position: 6600 mts, Mt Gangotri-1, Gharwal Himalayas.
Plan: Final Assault to achieve 6672 mts.
“There she is...”...Admired ‘Tiger’ (our team lead). Standing majestic, almost hazy, stood the peak, thumping the authority in the entire belt. We, a bunch of 18 young boys, all 16 year old, had done something which others of our age can aspire to. We were the youngest to reach to that peak. Wind blowing at a dangerous speed, and body covered in heavy fabrics,, with goggles to cover our vision and Crampons to hold our feet in snow, we started the assault. We had to make it to the top before the sun could rise. We didn’t want the ground beneath us melt due to sunrays which would fall majestically on this peak. The entire team had entrusted to the wills of Gods which resides in those mountains. Temperature taking the –ve dip to -10 degree, and winds lashing our faces, we braved ahead. With a slope of about 70 degree, the ad reline which rushes in you at that moment, can’t be weighed. Suddenly the Sherpa shouted “take the left ridge.. I fear there is a crevasse on the right”. Our Heart skipped a beat. Crevasse is a death trap. One careless step and it’s your dooms day.
“Buck up boys.. The sun is on its way...”shouted tiger. We halted for a drop of life, resting in a small rock formation, kneeling down to grip it with our knee. Long across the Chinese border, we saw the silver lining, beautifully painting the sleepy sky red. Suddenly I heard “ANCHOR....”. I jumped to my left with the ice axe and pierced the hard snow with it. Someone from the team had slipped and this was to hold him as all are connected by a strong rope. The bottle from his bag had slipped. It fell on the deep edges and rock, running a chill down my spine. It slowly lost its intensity as it perished in the virgin valley. Nobody knows what lies there. And nobody would want to know, as the only way to reach there is to let go your ropes.
Lips tasting salty with the sweat inching down the throat, we saw the “Hanging Head”. It’s called hanging because it’s not permanent. “Victory.....” Shouted tiger. I looked around the vast barren snow land. We had done it. We conquered the peak. Tiger took the radio and Averred to the people at 3 places, our school at D.Dun, The base camp, and Advance base camp..“ Assault attempt successful. We did it”. Slowly we unpacked. We hugged each other and celebrated the victory by unfurling the Flags of Indian Army and my school.
I open my diary. It’s almost 6 years now. Slowly the sun had started to smile. It was a new horizon, a new day. A day to be cherished for life time. I have not forgotten the smell of fresh snow, the temper of gutsy wind, and the whole nature to embrace. In the quest to summit, I lost my 6 fingers due to frost bite. The doctor did not diagnose properly. In bargain I had to change my career. But was it worth it is the question I still ponder upon. Many words said and many miles walked. All i cherish is the journey to it. I wish to go back. Go back for good.
Ich Dien

Sunday, June 28, 2009


Sometimes your feet goes numb, u miss a pulse, u feel restless...its not always a sign of some medical alertness. Its just that u feel u are struck in a time wrap.. losing the battle with the cold breeze, submitting to the vast sky. Inching forward u tend to take a sleek lean towards the left, u realize, may be right was better. But walking a few bricks ahead u feel .. yes.. i m OK.. going steady. The tiny droplets makes u realize the epitome of travel, the mystic dawn deepens the plot. U feel... wer am i? All i am talking here is about feelings.. which is abundant.. yet so scary sometimes..

Thursday, June 11, 2009

SIBM... What a Place. Nestled in the mountains near pune, this temple of learning has its unique aura. Navigating the long dusty roads of PUNE, the bus inched towards the college nestled amidst the mountains, around 18km from the main city. As the bus reached the base of the hillock on which the college is situated, the tone of the bus changed as if it is from the "Mughal era" trying to negotiate those terrains. Slowly and steadily, our vehicle climbed the hillock wen the bus abruptly stopped at the entrance. The guard entered the bus and announced"MBA First Year ke Bacche, jinhe hostel nahi mila hai, woh Bahar aaiye". With 2 heavy bags, i got down and the bus went inside the camps. Long near the horizon i saw a building and asked the guard, "Kya wohi hamara hostel hai?The guard quipped and said "haan.. wahi hai". He directed me to the building next and asked to to go the office and finish all my formalities and get the hostel and room details. within 10 min the job was done. But now the problem was how will i carry the entire luggage with no vehicle, around a km away? I saw a rack of bicycles kept and took one to ferry the luggage. Balancing the luggage i somehow " walked " with the cycle, with luggage kept on it and reached hostel. The evening went in "breaking the ice" with seniors and small chat sessions. Next day morning we had the induction day.Dress code:-Formals with Tie. My room mate had arrived by night and we just happened to go for a long walk. after coming back from hostel i met few of students from my state and are very close to me now.

Next day morning i got up early and rushed for breakfast. Then we all gathered in the audi. we had some CEO and the director of our college to welcome and give the definite set of rules. Its been 3 days that i have been in the audi from 10am - 5 pm. Some interesting quotes which came up were-

1. "There was a time when Pune was called the Oxford of the East. With our ambitious plans of expansion and going global, there will come a day when Universities will yearn for the title Symbiosis of the West!!!"----------- by our dear principal director.

2. "In the US of A, you must know where to rape!!" - Professor who was stressing on the importance of understanding the geographical and political systems in various regions in the world and their necessity for emerging business leaders and managers. The fine for rape, incidentally varies from state to state in the USA .---another prof about his journey around the world.

My room is situated on the 5th floor of the building and i can see a nice golf course view from it.

Till now the work pressure has not been too much.. but hope the plot is worth the wait....

lots more to come....