My Guardian Angel

There goes the lullaby of love

That tears the stained curtains of pain

A voice so angelic, peaceful and serene

I fall in its embrace, and all struggles seem vain.

A face that smiles despite the anguish

Of letting go of dreams so dear

But sees the reflection of what it sought

In a young visage it adores with a heart, so clear

I rattle and chatter, my day long tale

There is a smile that listens to every word I scream

Murmuring roses fall short of words

For that smile shames innocence; O that benign beam.

A pair of hands holds the crazy bivouac

To satiate the needs of a demanding fool

Yet not one word of complain is ever heard

It’s a magical, never failing, meticulous tool.

Marching across from place to place

Attending the requests made ungratefully

The tired feet just halt for when

That smiling face has to hear me attentively

The smile, the voice, the tranquil face

That ease my life beyond words I have

All belong to my best best friend, God sent

My Mom has all the love in the world I crave.

- Vaisakhi Mishra

No matter how much we write, we will never find enough words to thank our moms or even describe the simple greatness her presence silently radiates. 

P.S.: ‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com‘

Tracks of the Tale

Title: Once Upon the Tracks of Mumbai

Author: Rishi Vohra

ISBN: 9788184953053

Cost: INR 175/-

Pages: 266

Rating: 3/5

A line I loved from the book:

“That’s the way. Be happy. They say that life may not be the party we hoped for but we may as well dance.”

The book “Once upon the tracks of Mumbai” is Rishi Vohra’s first novel and a very promising read too.  The story is all about Balwant Srivastav or Babloo as his friends call him who is trying very hard to be happy in every possible way he can. But in the opening pages of the book it is evident Babloo does not have many friends for the simple reason that he is different. Our protagonist is autistic and neglected by the society but in reality his disregard for the mundane self obsessed society draws more logic and weaves the fabric of the entire book. The “slow at everything” Babloo dreams big and of love and life and Vandana – enters our heroine. Vandana is a honey trap for all, unintentionally, and is the only person who treats Babloo with some dignity. As the story moves ahead it develops a total filmy taste and becomes more like ‘new wine in old bottle’ but the catch here is the new wine is yummy and old bottle makes you to yearn for more slowly and steadily.

 The story has some villains too. Sikander and the sidekicks initiate the tension that grows and blows up in the face later in the story. Also how can one forget the stress created by the nonchalant family of our innocent protagonist? By the time the book approaches the climax you feel like you have figured out the story but just when you are ready to dive in Rishi Vohra makes you realize it’s a mirage. Though you know the end the journey is way too delightful to let the end spoil the fun. Plus there is a hero in making “The Rail Man” that makes the whole story quite interesting.

Pros:

1. I am a fan of Rishi Vohra’s narrative already. The story flows with easy covering each and every aspect the readers can think of, with skillfully crafted words.
2. I loved a lot of “Mumbai” Babloo makes the readers see through his eyes. Bandra is one of my regular hangout places in Mumbai specially the area around St. Andrews and I could see each and every place the writer drew a vivid word picture of. (Though mention of Mira Road as a “far flung suburb” made me kind of upset too)
3. The innocence of Babloo and the small talks he had with him “his best friend” were in a way hilarious.
4. The meeting of Manjit Singh and Babloo and how it was not just some blink and miss.

Cons:

1. The Bollywood touch to the story. Though it might appeal to a lot of people as a reader I am not very fond of the Bollywood invasion on the Bookowood.
2. The recurring mention of Vandana’s American dream wheel angle.
3. The climax was a bit rushed. The impact of the climax needed to be strong but in reality the jolt is a bit subtle.
4. Use of cal-local abuses seemed to break the flow a bit and made me wish the typical Hindi words were avoided.

Overall the book is a quick sweet and refreshing read. It had scope of incorporating more story in it but the transformation of Babloo from some petty creature suffocated in an overcrowded city, living an uncertain life like the trains on the tracks of Mumbai, to the successful, self super hero is an interesting one and may touch the emotional chords of many. Also the book can easily be made in to a movie, and if that happens its is going to be a good one for sure. And especially for Mumbaikars - a trip to Churchgate and back from maybe Borivali and you can easily finish the book making your regular train journey fascinating. I would rate the book a 3/5.

Also to know more about the book and the author do visit the book website : www.rishivohra.com

There's Always a Door

“Will give you a treat at the blue frog when I get my first salary, for now let us eat at McD please”, Shipra urged, while I was busy teasing her for not giving me a treat over her getting placed, which was due two months now. Just then Shipra’s Mom called and asked us to rush home, in a very worried tone. When we reached home, Shipra’s Mom sat in the living room, with a haunted look on her face, staring dead ahead at the T.V. Its volume blaring at its highest, may be hoping that somewhere they would say it’s all a lie.

“Satyam…down….delisted…crash…”

Each word, breaking and shattering the dreams and with those dreams, hope. Eyes watery, wanting to scream out loud, but silence was all she could manage in the shock. Two months ago Shipra got placed in Satyam with a six digit package, and today that very placement seemed like a curse.

Within a week Satyam’s shares were down to nothing, the company was delisted from NIFTY, it was on the verge of closing, Satyam’s future was cloudy and Shipra’s grief had no bounds.

She was my teacher, the ace student of her class, not the top rank but always in the top three. She was the only girl out of the six student selected by Satyam that year from my brother’s college and she decided to help every other student of her class in studies so that they could get placed too. Dedicated, hardworking, loving and kind, that is how my mom saw her and my brother got chided for not being anything like his best friend. And for me she was one of my favourite people in the world. I always looked up to her and even though I was five years younger to her she was my best friend and we shared everything with each other.But now, she was broken, cocooned in her grief and no one could do anything to console her. Upon getting placed with Satyam, she had decided not to appear for other interviews, to give the others a chance. Now, the placements were closed.Life had played a foul game with her and she was back to square one with the future looking bleak and uncertain.

“Am I that bad? Don’t I deserve it? Or have I done anything wrong? Why did this happen to me?” Shipra cried.

It had been four months since the Satyam breakdown. Every classmate of hers had a joining letter but her, and with all the ex Satyam employees out in the job market, a fresher didn’t stand much of a chance.

“My whole year is wasted. I didn’t even appear for any entrances, my life is a waste, what am I going to do?” an inconsolable Shipra complained.

Then my mother told her about the people who lost everything in the Gujarat earthquake.Back then we used to stay in Surendranagar, Gujrat. I was very small, but I did have a faint memory of the horror and screams. She then told Shipra the story of Vikram Uncle, though I didn’t remember him well I remembered he had a jewellery shop in some mall that crumbled into dust in that ill-fated quake. Also she said that he used to stay on fourth floor and jumped out of the window, to save himself, when the earth broke havoc. He had broken his right leg, but not his will. Now eight years later, he has four shops in Surendranagar and Ahemadabad, just because he didn’t give up and decided to draw the lines of fate in his favour.

It was either this story or something else that jolted Shipra out of her depression, but anyhow after that day, she was all geared up to challenge fate itself. That very year in November she appeared for CAT, the most difficult of the management exams in India. With barely seven months of preparation she got into IIM Bangalore, one of the most prestigious management institutes of India. And her feat did not cease there. She aced in her class again.Two years of firm dedication, rigorous hard work and achievements got her placed in DELL. But somehow that did not satisfy her. She worked there but aimed for more. Within a year she started a Software training institute with my brother and two other friends of hers.

“I am leaving my job”, Shipra told me while we were finally enjoying a pizza at the Blue Frog.

“Your brother and I are going to start a consultancy firm along with our training institute”.

“Why didn't he tell me?And when did this happen? Why are you telling me now?”

“A week ago our loan got sanctioned, and this was going to happen someday. After I realized jobs weren't reliable, cause if companies like Satyam can dissolve, any company can. If that company is my own, at least I will be upset at my failure and not question my calibre cause of someone else’s failure. And I am telling this to you now because tomorrow we are having a surprise for your mom and would need your help, after all, all this is happening because of her, right?”

Her words made me realize, what people say about ‘life throwing lemons and us trying to make lemonades out of it’ is perhaps true, because, when one door closes,somewhere another door is open. All we have to do is, keep trying the knobs.

Vaisakhi Mishra

P.S. This is my entry for Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneur's Soul. I wish to get my story published in Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneurs Soul in association with BlogAdda.com 

proof read by JD (coz he said jd not eon)...:)

The Gypsy

Gypsy juggling all the way

Broken thoughts, fates' shackles - away.

 A colourful wagon drives my home

Cheery me is people’s fantasy gnome.

I sing from pages of my travel trove

Those surely make ‘least animals groove.

A wanderer and lover of the country side

I swing by brooks in my Romany pride.

Children dream of my dreamy tales

I rest with the winds where moonlight trails.

I chant the song of life for the worried class

They call me a jester and let my lesson pass.

I am blissful on the inside and on the out

I let my steps wander without freckles of doubt.

There is so much more and so much less

For a wanderer like me, the world is my palace.

I take a turn and then go straight

Then a small spring and some castle’s gate;

Kings and queens let people see me

As a far land being, with magic worth a peek!

Kings are gone but I still roam

No pride but a trip to find some dome

Where old still breathe, the magical days

I am a gypsy and will be, but now need to find my place.

Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.- picture courtesy google :)

Saint to Satan

Title: Salvation of a Saint

Author: Keigo Hgashino

ISBN: 978-03-126006-8-6

Genre: Crime Fiction

Cost: INR 350/-

Pages: 377

Rating: 3.5/5

Some words before I can say something:

“Yes?”

Ayane faced him again, taking a deep breath. “What about your love for me? Whatever happened to that?”

Yoshitaka flinched, then gradually his smile returned. “My love for you hasn’t changed a bit,” he said. “I can assure you of that. I do still love you.”

That was a complete lie, as far as Ayane was concerned. But she smiled and said that was good. She wasn’t sure how else to respond.

“Let’s go.” Yoshitaka stood and headed for the door.

Ayane glanced at her dresser, thinking about the white powder hidden in a sealed plastic bag in the bottommost drawer on the right.

Guess I’ll be using that soon, she thought, the last glimmer of hope fading beneath the shadow inside her."

A lot can happen over a cup of coffee it is said, after reading “Salvation of a Saint” I would love to add murder to the list. Set in modern Tokyo, “Salvation of  Saint” is Keigo Higashino’s 1^st book I came across. Tokyo Police Detective Kusanagi is the lead protagonist of this crime fiction and has the task of figuring out the killer of Yoshitaka Mashiba along with his team members Utsumi, Mamiya, Kishitani and detective Galileo Prof. Yukawa.

 The story starts with the couple Yoshitaka and Ayane contronting the truth that their marriage is in shambles within a year and by the time you flip through 30 pages you find Yoshitaka dead. The suspects initially turn out to be Hiromi Wakayama , Yoshitaka’s mistress and Ayane’s favorite apprentice and Ayane the sad shaken wife who was off to her parents when the husband was killed. Even though at that point the readers conveniently know who the killer is, the police force are in the dark and still have a lot of pieces of the puzzle to figure out. Kusanagi smitten by the saint is torn between reality, evidence, duty, mind and heart. It is interesting to go through the dilemma Yukawa goes through to finally unveil the face of the killer. There are times in the book where the interrogation takes a wrong turn and something inside you is dying to scream at the Tokyo police “You are looking at this all wrong”.

The book is a sure quick read and is gripping too cause till the very end the killer is enjoying her time of extended salvation. But unfortunately for lovers of thrillers and crime fiction, who have scanned through Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus novels like life and death crisis and remember almost every episode of ‘Castle’, knowing the killer right in the start is a big loophole that puts you in a realization mode half way through the story and you already know how the story might end.

Pros:

It is definite page turner with use of very simple narrative and would appeal even the “not regular” readers.

Gripping as far as the investigation is concerned.

Character build up through the story, though not intended is good and you can connect to the characters well.

Cons:

Biggest con would be, knowing who the killer is right at the establishment of the story.

Half way through the book the you have an 80-20 chance of figuring out the end.

Police getting smitten by a grieving widow was kind of a bollywood-ish plot to me.

Over all I would give the book a 3.5 but not a 4 on five because I really enjoyed the whole hill ride of the investigation. I still wish the author would have waited till the very end to let us know the saint was the satan, because revealing the murderer in the commencement of the book seemed unnecessary. But for people who love crime fiction this book is at least a “give it a try book”. And people who want to start reading crime fiction this would be a good start because it is simple fast and engrossing at the same time.

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Just Saying...

this one is specially for the anonymous comment on my blog last night...

i have been accused of Plagiarism on a certain blog post of mine...and worst thing is the person who had accused me said that I copied it from the blog of the co creator of this very blog FATIMA HASAN!!! I didnt feel like deleting the comment in the 1st go...but guess I love my blog a bit more than I thought and couldn't leave the stain just like that. just to be clear...the only not so cool stuff i did with that post was edit and add last 2 paragraphs post the contest deadline. Apart from that I didn't use any unethical blogging means in my blog post. I have been blogging since 2 years now and it is pretty annoying that suddenly someone blames me of copying matter from the blog of the person who is actually the reason i came into the blogosphere.

If you find some similarity in our posts it might be for these reasons...we have been close friends for 6 years now and often tend to think on same lines...also half the time we consult each other before writing a post, weird but true. Also we are in same college and learn almost same things an in case of technical writeups your mind runs straight to the recent stuffs you have learnt. It is possible you don't bother to change certain crisp matter to the point statements and unfortunately wound up having similar posts...but before accusing someone straight of Plagiarism you require to know atleast something about the person you are blaming or the person you think is pinned down by the knife of Plagiarism. And features of certain stuffs remain constant and it is impossible to alter them (datasheets for example). So if that is your reason for blaming me I am sorry but technical write ups end up having similarities and its difficult to avoid them if you are writing your post without reading anyother post written by your fellow bloggers on the given topic. And if it is my fault for not reading the posts of my friends first and then framing my write up to "be unique and different" guess I am guilty as charged but other than that I will not bow down to any freaking accuses against me.

The Ramp Braidy Hair

TRESemmé Ramp Ready, a campaign through the TRESemmé India Youtube channel where Diana Penty flaunts her beautiful salon style perfect hair and where we learn about various hairstyles hair types and how to care for them kind of pushed me in a chemistry lab for hair aka experimentation mode. Nope I am no robot, I am a homo sapien who is blessed with long *don’t know if they are lusty* but kind of straight hair and I so love the product (guilty I use TRESemme climate control regularly). And thus my braid hair lessons began and my album for the perfect Ramp Ready Braidy hair.

     1.   The Waterfall Braid or khajur chotti - Cause simple is better and I am fixated with braids.
-          Divide your hair in four equal parts in the place you normally tie your pony.
-          Take the outer two halves and cross over the inner 2 halves one after the other.
-          Now the inner two halves become outer halves.
-          Cross them over the current inner 2 halves.
-          Continues the above steps till you feel like. J

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          2   The Waterfall Twist – Simple, elegant and the most used French braid

-          -       Take a small strand of hair, from a side, that can be divided into 3 parts
-          Start making the normal plait by crossing over the 3 strands.
-          After every 2 set of crosses pull in a small strand of hair through the braid.
-          Continue till you reach the level of your normal pony tail and braid up the remaining hair or pin it and leave the rest open. Also you to take the entire hair to a side and braid it up if you have long hair.

     3.   Chinese Bun – for voluminous hair

      -      Brush up the upper part of your hair and divide it in two equal parts.
-          Curl up one part clockwise in the place you regularly tie your pony. Pin and secure it.
-          Curl up the other part anticlockwise around the first bun, pin and secure it.

      -      Leave the rest of the hair open and if you want u can pur decorative pins in the centre of the bun or use Chinese hair sticks to secure the bun.

1.    4. High Braidy Updo – extension to the Chinese bun

-          -           First make a Chinese bun
-          Divide the remaining hair in as many parts as you want and braid up every part.
-          Curl up every braid around the Chinese bun in alternating clockwise and anticlockwise fashion.
-      Secure and pin up, the updo stands

1.   

      5.  The Triple French Braid – Needs patience but makes your hair look voluminous.

-         -  Divide the hair in 3 equal parts.

      - Starting from the very top of a part take a small strand and brain up with just one cross over.

      -  Post the first cross take a small strand of hair from a side and add it to the middle strand of the braid. 

      - Cross over ones more and continue till the braid is done
      - Braid up all 3 parts similarly and in the end braid these 3 together to 

f    form a fat sturdy roundish braid.

I would have loved to try so many more braidy hairs but I had to have some mercy on my arms and so just showing what I would have added to my ramp ready album had I been a part robot part human. Hope you guys get psyched and go crazy with hairstyle like I did after looking at the torture my hair had to go through to satisfy my experimental steak. 

p.s. All pictures used are personal except for the last one...:)

Escalate

It is about rising above the busy bivouac of life and finding peace and happiness easily anytime anywhere. Finding peace is supposed to be the easy part but anytime anywhere is always a challenge.  For me personally, happiness is in books, music and movies especially when I am travelling from one place to another. But carrying books is a burden, selecting which video to put initially is a pain and realizing you should have taken the other one *kill me* and worst of all listening to the same playlist kind of throws you in the dungeons of boredom after a certain days. But what if you had unlimited choices, and unlimited space to support your choice tantrums?

Rightly said “One is never happy with what he has, humans are the greediest of all creatures.”

But why be content if there is always scope for more. Escalate – my dream setup would pamper and bear all my (and people like me) tantrums and requirements with ease especially now that it has the perfect tool to please all “The Microsoft Office 365”.

Microsoft Office 365 is the cloud version of the Microsoft Office suite with familiar programs like Word, Excel and PowerPoint. But along with these there are other amazingly interesting services such as Lync (audio and video calls), SharePoint Online (teamwork), Exchange Online (e) and applications for creating websites that serves as the backbone of the business and keeping it up to date. It provides virtually anywhere and everywhere access to familiar Office tools, plus enterprise-grade email, conferencing, and more IT services. In all being a perfect tool in the business arena and gives business dreamers like me a cloud nine feeling of ‘success is not far’. It eases the complexity of maintaining databases. You can add as many song as you want whenever you feel like also share it in various groups. You can store and provide Movies and movie interfaces with reviews from many people and thus decrease the confusion of which movie to watch first. And my favorite part the e-books - store as many e-books as you want and access them when ever you want all you need is Office365 suite in the device you are using for access. Is it not a dream come true? 

But never the less its a business, so how does the business set up work?

A remote access server or cloud server built using the Microsoft Office 365 Website builder,  hosting this site "ESCALATE" and all people have to do is take up yearly membership at nominal charges and they can get all they want on Escalate.This is a small scale venture but a dream that would be accepted by all music and book freaks. 

Using Sky Drive the databases would be updated as it is accessible both online and offline after synchronization. Basically this would help in searching the item the customer is looking for. Also as sorted genre wise, it would help them find their interest easily and connect to people with similar taste. The online virtual library that has so many options promises the customer to leaf through books and scan through tracks and place the order, oo yes we would also provide hard copies of the books after a few months of a successful kick off. Also to the ease of the management unit aka me for starters, one of the best feature is that I need not be present all the time at server end to check the records management, I can sync and configure Microsoft Office 365 on my touch screen cell phone, or tablet and access the data anywhere simplifying the real life tedious  task of checking the business development as the software is running in a Microsoft data center. Moreover the capital investment and man power charges are hardly any. All I would need is a web domain to get started. And in addition to all this the IT brains on the business front end can rest on the laurels of Microsoft as they promise to do the heavy duty task of security and reliability provision with the Office 365 suite.

A music store, bookstore and a movie house that swims in my dreams can be materialized virtually thanks to the technological advancements and the better technology race and demands that have percolated deep in our minds these days. And as Escalate has a dash of technology so familiar to all yet with a new look courtesy Microsoft Office 365, it would surely appeal the targeted customers, bookworms and music hookers like me.

Its HIMTS and not HIMYM

Sunday 7^TH APRIL, sun bathing train ride, bus ride and a bit of foot ride too all part of the story. Kids let me tell you the story of “HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER”…opps “HOW I MET THE SUN”. It all began the way I just told you –with travel. It’s a part but not the entire story, moving on…not very long time ago an amazing brand called Neutrogena arranged an Indibloggers meet in JW Marriott, Mumbai of which I was a part too. Now coming out of my Ted Mosby avatar I Vaisakhi Mishra *super excited* *tired from the sun’s steel white and yellow gaze” entered the amazing structure of Marriot’s to a sea of YELLOW…from the lobby to the drapes, from the officials to the host, from the umbrellas to the balls all I could see was yellow. Also some yellow ghosts, na they were white sporting the Neutrogena Fairness Face Mask

 Anyways I went inside the huge hall hunting for my old friends, the ones I had made in my first indi meet, but I was asked to register and write my name is a super cute cocktail umbrella *yellow* in colour. Been there, done that I rushed to the 2^nd front table which was occupied by my group of 6 idiots but little did we know Mr. Anoop had plans of kicking us to different spots in fragments at the very start of the event. He made people abandon their group and select tables with people they don’t know, 2 girls and 2 boys atleast on a table, and the table that got set the earliest got beautiful USD hand bands. *not mine*

After their first blow picked from the “ice breaker 101” book was successfully implemented they picked the 2^nd formula “the umbrella formula”. Remember each of us wrote our names is yellow cocktail umbrella’s , we picked one out of many and were made to find that person know them and wait for it…introduce them to everyone when their name popped on the indiblogger screen. Then something strange happened Neha D got her own name from the fish bowl, what are the odds??!!??...and got a wildcraft bag, if I m not mistaken, also yellow in colour. Apart from her I got Suranga Aunty’s umbrella, the oldest yet super cool blogger with two blogs, introduced her and got yellow ludacris headphones.*yippee*. The intros were nice informative and hilarious at the sametime. Intros – nailed it.

  

Post the the 2^nd rule we were shuffled again as per rule 3, be in groups of holes – there were holes in the cocktail umbrellas…1, 2 3, 4, 5 and 6. Mine had two and two had 25 people in the crew. Then the “Sun”ny naming ceremony began and my crew was named “Sun Of Sardar” cause we had the munda from Punjab Ratandeep Dhody as the Captain. *Yay*. Once the groups were set we had to make anthems about sun and Neutrogena, afterall it was a sun block skin care themed meet. And lucky us we had Suranga Date and Amena Aziz twisted the sung suraj hua matham into the perfect anthem, and I got a chance to sing it SOLO. Result we won!!!...even though it was a tie with group 1 “Sunsunny” were were announced 1^st so the wicked cunning smart side of me says We Won!!!...:P

And there started the group war. Indibloggers made us fight for pride in waterloo style using umbrellas and cannon balls.

Umbrellas Umbrellas Umbrellas with some holes

O what fun it is to hit your opponents with some balls

Yay

Logic was that sunscreens usually promising 100% protection from sun actually have holes in it or flaws in simple words because they are not effective against the UVA rays and that is where Neutrogena steps up. But logic or no logic the physical war of UV smiley balls was super entertaining. And the war was won by the Spartans “smallest but mightiest” group 6.

Post the fun dose was the food troll – troll cause we had to be actual trolls to eat so much. Veg and non veg – variety variety variety. Deserts – Jalebi, Rabri, Chocolate mousse, Cheese cake!!! And dan tea 10 flavours coffee 3, what to choose what no to choose. Having a stomach full and a heart half – for not being able to taste everything, we all went inside to get our sunny gyan with Neutrogena.

In came the charming, glowing, slim and cute Tara Sharma Saluja. She spoke about her show THE TARA SHARMA SHOW which is about parenting (she has 2 kids!!) and really nice *I saw some epis* and made us a fan of Neutrogena buy saying she uses it, and her skin – damn its actually healthy. She told her the 3 easy steps to perfect healthy skin is cleanse moisturize and protect (following diligently now). After her talk was the Q&A with her and also the youngest blogger of our group Ashwin Pathak (13 yrs old with a tech blog, believe it or not) got to unveil the hamper we all would get at the end of the event…

 

Post her appearance was the turn of derm…dermt…dermatologist (sorry for the Tara Sharma effect) whose session was an eye opener.

Facts now I know for sure:

1.       SPF does not guarantee the level of protection. Higher the SPF more protection – wrong notion.

2.       There are 6 types of skins depending on the melamine which is the main cause of skin shades.

3.       UVA cause tanning and most sunscreens are useless against it. Sure thing, thanx to the UV light effect demonstration.

4.       Sunscreens need to be reapplied every 2 hours and if we spet into swimming pools and beaches it’s every 45 minutes.

5.       Sunscreens can be used on kids above 3 yrs of age.

Anyways gyan session done and it was time to check the temperature of the twitter fever set by Indibloggers the previous night – the anything under the sun activity, for which I stayed up all night and tweeted like an owl like many other owls of my den, also came close to a win with my scuba diving tweet but guess horses always win. So it was Anushree who won the Nokia lumia 620 with her horse riding tweet. And last but not the least it was time for the insane monkey like crazy Harlem Shake session. And now we also have a Indibloggers Harlem shake video on youtube.

Suraj ke rays se na ho pyaar

But holed chattri’s ka ho attyachaar

Sun of Sardar

An appointment with sun ho jab tyaar

Karo Nuetrogena humara udhaar

Sun of Sardar

Jab ho maha Harlem shake tyaar

And indibloggers bhi ho yaar

Sun of Sardar…..

Sorry for pakao lines ka this prahar

But its indibuddies ka lots of pyaar

Sun of Sardar…

That is when we realized that the sun was almost gone and we had to return to our homes too. A quick photo parade here and there, some byes and hugs, some teases and tears, a shirt and a smile at the almost vanished sun with a great “Neutrogena Ultra Sheer hamper in my hand.

Kids that was a perfect day, and that was the day I met sun with a huge smile and lot of yellow....

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