Malshej Miles and Glowing Smiles :-)

The Plot builds up

(Click here for "Maalshej Guts - The Movie" Photographs from paradise)

It was another week of mounting excitement for a walk amidst natural glimpses (not the usual bird watching) that was greening my head. Thereafter my main agenda of talks with my friends was trekking. The first experience of Vangani this season, was highly encouraging and I asked my team whether they were willing to tread again! The members were not certain initially whether they would have an off on Saturday when we were planning for the outing.

We had an email ring amongst us where in people were arguing between Trek, Movie, lunch, esselworld and well, others stated that they had some “Special” appointments over the weekends. I was somewhat disappointed when we were not able to freeze on an outing. That’s when I decided that I would go solo to Matheran.

That’s when my “intelligence agenct” in ex-office told me that a group from the ex- sister -concern, whose members were very close to me, were planning an outing. To their surprise (hopefully pleasant?? ) I inquired and got myself a berth for a wondrous trip to Malshej.

Friday night fury

I was almost disappointed when my client called for a meeting on Saturday. I told my boss that I had a personal commitment which I had to oblige (Like a good subordinate I revealed it to him the same evening). My way with words and fate helped me escape the clutches of a Saturday meeting.

After being cleared by my professional boss I had to face my domestic boss, not my wife, meri to shaadi bhi nahin hui hai, still safe and scot-free. It was my mom saying “tera character phisla jaa raha hai, you don’t stay at home in weekends, you are roaming like the wind, look at your niece you don’t even play with her (niece smiles and shies off to her momma) You don’t go to the temple and are going away from God and religion, And when I tell you anything you don’t respect it”

I smiled and asked her whether she could pack me a loaf of buttered bread…. She agreed and packed apples and chocolate too .. now that’s my momma!!

Saturday Morning Raga

Saturday as usual my alarm failed, but my mom was accurate and she struck more than six times at six o’clock. I was half awake when she reminded me that it was time. Quickly bundled myself and reached Bhandup station well before time. The best thing to do was admire nature and her creations sitting on platform one. But I found my creative imagination getting stressed with not many faces to see.. except…Thaaaat one.. that unforgettable face which passed me from the women’s first class!! Ahhhh She was the first good omen of the great day ahead. While she sped towards VT on the train, I walked in the opposite direction towards the ticket counter where I was supposed to meet Prafull and Sudhir.

The Fineart of "FACT" Fabrication

Soon the team was together, with the girls disclosing a very ancient fine art that they had written. The fine art of bluffing.

Alibi # 1 : For girls with conservative parents ( some of them commissioners of culture police) : Statement : “I told my dad that I was going for a magazine launch” . The only magazine we found there later was in the form of torn pages with the wada pav wallah. She did innaugrate one such Magazine to eat peanuts packed in it.. So effectively she did not lie.


Alibi # 2: A lady with an injured toe who cant be allowed for a rough trek … “Mama I am going to esselworld and I promise not to sit in the dangerous rides”. Ahem .. madam .. slight change in plan.. We are going to Water Kingdom!! No, not the plastic one but of real solid rock and pure non chlorine water!!! She ain’t lying again!

These great girls have lately resolved to write a book of bahaanas (soon to be a bestseller) to help other aspirants. However I am sure their parents are also maintaining a log of bahaanas and their corresponding connotations (soon to be a bestseller too).

Sometimes wind and sometimes rain

The weather got humid and the sun started playing hide and seek, threatening to ruin our outing. We finally reached the venue with our Ooh aah Wows echoing the valley as our vehicle sped past to the top. There we were catching the first glimpse of the vertical rocks. Just when I was wondering how are we gonna climb till there, I saw that there were plenty of waterfalls by the road side with some of them already occupied.

The beauty of the place was that we could see the clouds playing close by us and the temperature was cool. All we could see was different shades of green and grey, as though the other colours had disappeared from the spectrum. Prafull and I took the first splash and all of us were soon wet and brrr brrr shivering like a nokia phone on vibes.

We sent our vehicle down, back towards the base and decided that we would take a nice long walk and test all the waterfalls on the way.

On our way back we had our primate cousins who were closely supervising the passerbys for some goodies. One of them was lucky since he got a big bottle of bisleri thrown at him by a “good Samaritan” from our team in a valiant act of self defence ;-).

Studio Paradiso

The beauty of the place filled my heart with creativity and I managed to take few snaps with a different angle. Prafull and the rest of them were great volunteers. Few oblivious visitors were also a part of the picture frame, psst psst without their knowledge as you may see in the photo..

This was one of the days when everything went perfectly fine, Murphy’s law was defied big time. The weather further welcomed us with her cooling raindrops whose taste blended well with that of appam and foreign chocolates.

We were reminded by our group member that her “Magazine launch” was coming towards the end while the other member wondered that its too early to reach home from Esselworld. We finally added some more bahaanas to the list to save their days and we all set off towards our homes.


On our way back we raised a toast of Paani kam chai which Prafull also splashed me with due to reasons unknown. We promised that we will unite once again for another memorable day.......AMEN!

Regards,

Nagesh

An Ode to Her Music

Salutations at Thy Lotus Feet,
Oh Goddess of divine music.
Melodies and Dance together meet,
and cast a spell of Pure Magic

Your Magical tunes although,

ain't just mere illusion.

The North east west and south,

find here a harmonic fusion.

May your lilting music flow
to far flung solitary lands
Irrigating lush green oases
amidst frigid desert sands

An admirer of the art manifest

Has no more words to say

may your music heal one and all

Is what I will ever Pray.

........Pied Paiper

Fortify your PC

Protection and Prevention

Tired of slowdowns and those chilling PC Freezes just when your favorite chat friend is online or when you have to send your critical report to boss?? Tired of blaming murphy's laws (everything that can go wrong will go wrong at the wrong time)?? To help you tilt the odds towards your side and prevent unfortunate uncertainities, here are certain beginners tips which may prove helpful

There are three armors that need to be clad on your PC to keep it in the pink of its heath

A) Antivirus - (AVG or Avast) with regular updates
b) Spyware detection and protection: (Spybot - Search and destroy) with regular updates
c) Firewall - (zone alarm)


A) Antivirus.. The bare essential:

Avast as well as AVG have free home editions with unlimited updates. After installing any of these, its important that we keep the software updated with the latest virus definitions that are posted by these companies. You will find many PCs with Norton which still get infected, the reason : the live update is not run to keep the updates up-to date.

The updates can be done through the program itself. While AVG has an option of scheduling, Avast home edition has an option of downloading the updates as and when they are available that too automatically without the user having to bother to do it. The beauty of Avast is that the packets of updates are smaller in size and are sent almost on a daily basis to ensure that your PC is ahead and protected from the numerous viruses that are written daily. The updates happen whenever the user connects to the net and an Audio visual prompt is displayed when the update completes. Avast also has the capacity of blocking attempted hacking, however we will need a firewall to ensure total protection from this.

Avast user interface however takes sometime to get friendly. It asks for a serial number when you run it for the first time by rightclicking on the tray icon. The serial number can be obtained free of cost by filling a form on their website and by giving your valid mail address.

Important STEPs for Avast Antivirus :

0) Download the setup of Home edition from Avast.com

1) Disconnect the LAN Cable (for lan and Lan internet users)

2) Uninstall the older Antivirus from Add Remove programs in Windows control panel

3) Install the Avast AV program using the downloaded setup file

4) Fetch the serial number of the program by filling a form on Avast.com

5) right click on the tray icon or start the program from Start button>> program files

6) Enter the serial number and set the Resident Protection option to "high"

Everytime you logon after this, you will see a small spherical icon in the system tray and a message telling you that the database has been updated.

b) Spyware prevention and removal:

S

pywares are slightly different from viruses in the way they work. Spywares are one of the main reasons for slow down of your net speed. Spwares are implanted by various websites and miscreants for various reasons, the main motive being, sending your usage information which could include your passwords to a particular source.

Few spyware enable a miscreant to take control of your PC resources, thats when you see your PC getting slow with connection speed dropping drastically. While antivirus softwares do stop few Spywares, there are few elusive ones that escape its dragnet.

Spybot search and destroy not only helps to scan and remove the spyware already on the PC, but also innoculates the PC against further breaches. The software also doesnt conflict with the antivirus software which runs on the PC.

The software can be downloaded from http://security.kolla.de . Install the software and update it with the net connection on. The first update may take longer upto 15 minutes. Thereafter you may check for updates every fortnight.

Run the program regularly and remove the spyware which are shown.

c) Firewall (Zone Alarm) : Prevention is better than cure

Zone alarm is undisputable when it comes to prevention against unauthorized intrusions. The best part is that this fabulour program comes to you free of cost with the advanced features available for a period of 15 days before which, most of the times the company launches a new product upgrade.

Zone alarm prevents the intrusion of viral programs and hackers from outside who may exploit a vulnerability in your pc and try to access your valuable data and resources. Zone Alarm also stops programs in your PC to access the net without your permission. Eg. Adobe Acrobat and real player have a software which tries to access the net and consume bandwidth.

In the beginning the program needs to "learn" about the legitimate programs in your PC. eg. It will ask "MSNMSGR wants to access internet do you wisht to allow?" when you try to run MSN Messenger. There is an option in this prompt which says "Remember option" . Next time MSN messenger tries to access it will allow directly.

If at any given time it creates a problem which cant be ascertained by you, go to the icon which appears in the Tray, right click and select quit.

Antivirus with regular updates, Spyware prevention along with Zone alarm will ensure that your PC survives even the worst epidemic!

Happy protection!

Nagesh

Vangani Travelog

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This is a log of a nice weekend trek that I had.

here are the photos too!!

PHOTOZ

Vangani Vagabonds

Game plan:

The plan was being formed over the past week like a brewing cauldron over the fire. Until the three chefs decided to unite over the weekend and make it boil over into a sumptuous experience. Although everyone was invited, it was the names of just these three wanderers that was written on the greens of Vangani, the starting point of the Sahyadris.

Here is how it started, Kunal and Raj MSNed me about a weekend plan to Matheran, which i topped with a proposition for a nice walk from Neral to Matheran rather than taking a cab or a train, where we could catch some scenic natural beauty and waterfalls where we could bathe in aqua pura before the mineral water companies could bottle it at the downstream(hehe and you thought that bottled water was untouched and contained only pesticides).

Destination Declared:

With the idea of trek being readily accepted, i was quick to present an alternate destination which is ideal for a one day tread, wherein we could keep the sunday to ourself and probably go for an oil massage if we found the slopes too tiring. I suggested Vangani, which is almost unexplored and has maiden natural beauty with very less footfalls. On clearer seasons Vangani is a star gazer's dream destination, since its skies give clear details of the visible cosmos, undisturbed by the glare of the bright city lights.

The risk however was that i had forgotten the trail to the waterfall where i had been about six years back with my sister's group and i had seen this place as absolutely rural. Nevertheless the three of us were willing to make this an exploratory trip with a promise to come back with a larger group after understanding the trails of this place.

Raj and i agreed to meet-up at 6 AM at Dadar station from where we would board a Karjat local. Kunal was scheduled to board the train at Thane.

The D-Day:

The dawn of Saturday gave me a shocking realization.. i had fallen asleep, the last night, trying to set the alarm in my cell phone only to be awakened by my buzzing body clock which woke me half hour late from schedule. I immediately messaged Raj. Quickly had my bath, stuffed things into my backpack and set off while trying to reach Raj on his cell. The cell was ringing and unanswered. It happened that Raj and i are such great friends that we got simultaneously late by about half hour and he was answering another "call" when he missed mine over his cell. He called me immediately after the other "call" relieved him and we met at Ghatkopar Station.

We were all set on a Karjat Fast. Kunal played kho-kho in the train from Thane and took two stations to get to the compartment Raj and i were in. During the journey over a packet of Lays we caught up with many things in our personal and professional life. I was getting tensed since till Badlapur the beautiful rural landscapes were far from visible. Finally the scene changed as though someone right clicked and changed the wallpaper theme from Urban Chaotica to Rural Exotica. The clouds over the skies grew darker and yes!!! it began to drizzle even before we could sing "Allah paani de".

As we disembarked from the almost hour long train sojourn, we could see the inviting hills at a distance which looked enticing wearing veils of grey cloudy chiffon covering their high held faces, like a beautiful damsels looking at strangers who have just come to her heavenly home.

Start with Wadi Paav byte (this ain't a typo)

When we came out of the station towards a direction shown by the newspaper vendor, we were invited by a couple of autorickshaw drivers asking "Dab-dabba? Dab-dabba?" (waterfall?). We were determined to walk down to the place which took us about half hour. All of us were famished since we had not troubled our Moms/wives/girlfriends for an early breakfast (i did not even try.. hehe. Mom was upset and had an argument with me the previous night, since i was going slightly away from her caring protection to an unknown place with known mischevious colleagues. But sweetheart Mom packed a full pack of chaklis and wafers and served me a very early tea).

As our stomachs started gurgling with hunger, we found a tiny stall with a man wearing a glove of besan (chickpea flour) paste, frying mashed potatoes coated with the same which was served pattied between . Hold on this ain't no continental dish, its our very own Batata Wada!! When we ordered for three we noticed that it was a winzipped, microminiaturized version of a Wada Pav. The vendor coyishly pointed to a school behind and said that the size was customized for the children there. Thats how we enjoyed our Wadi (not wada) Pau and strolled further.

Shower

A couple of directions from courteous villagers proved useful and soon we could see three waterfalls hidden in the greens of the hillock. We had a great bath there with the force of water pounding us to give a soothing massage. Raj almost got a Love bite from a native ( read crab in water). We climbed to the crest of the waterfall and lied down on the rocks over which there was a stream-lined flow of water. The sound of flowing water tickled our ears.

Trek

I had heard of a place called Nakhind which is supposed to be the starting of Sahyadris and western ghats. Surprisingly the locals did not know much of that place, however they showed us the way towards the hills where they knew that a tribal village existed. The hills looked pretty lonesome. The tar road came to an abrupt end and the trail started off into the paddy fields. At a distance we could see a waterfall which was much larger than where we bathed, much more hostile and unapproachable. The water from that was stopped and held by a manmade reservoir for irrigation. The flowing water was very clear. A farmer showed us the way going up the hill which was shrouded by wild shrubs and snakepits.

The trail started getting steeper and slippery, with Raj mastering the fine-art of mud-slipping on the way. Our heartbeats were as loud as the loudest sound there which came from the waterfall about a kilometer away. We had our own doubts about that place till we spotted footprints in the mud and an emptied biscuit wrapper that read "TIGER" in the middle of the jungle trail. Soon we could see the waterfall below us, and the reservoir dam was reduced to a tiny rectangle.

Spirits of the slopes (here is where the mystery starts)

Few paces ahead we saw a man dressed in white shirt and three boys. All of them carried sticks. The faint look on the man's face reminded me of stories of mysterious spirit wanderers of the forest, who sometimes serve as guardians and waypointers. However sometimes they are tempted to take other wanderers to their mysterious abodes and make them a part of their league.

We asked him what was lying ahead on the path "A village of tribals" he replied. We asked him from where they had come "Yaheen neeche se" ( from down there) he said pointing towards the way down. I asked "Vangani gaon?" . He nodded. My attention drew towards the far off peaks with a flat profile. The man said that those were natural caves, the trails to there were not as friendly as the foot-trail that we were treading, but we could easily scale it.

"We are going towards the same place and you may join us if you want... dont worry its an easy climb and I have also wandered on the ridge of the hill all over the place.. join us". I could not take my eyes off the peaks and the caves till Raj said that we couldn't since he had a cricket match the next day and wanted to play it (a)LIVE!

Village in the Clouds

After a forty five minute climb, with the other wanderers still around, we were pleased to hear chuckles in the approaching plateau which were soon claimed by their cute faces that came in sight. A whole set of energetic kids dotted a beautiful paddy terrace on top of the hill. It was one of the most beautiful villages i have ever seen, beyond my dreams. We followed the wanderers beyond the village and then watched them negotiate the slopes further till they disappeared and became one with the woods. Few seconds later we could see the man still inviting us, far away on the hill waving his staff at us. His voice could be heard clearly, We waved back and they were gone for good, perhaps to their abode without their guests.

We returned back to the village where the children were still shouting and waving at us. With permission from their parents i called them all for a photo session. Their scanty clothes and undernoursihment touched us deep, despite which they were full of happiness and content unlike the cry babies in the city. After the photos, i gave the eldest child a packet of wafers and watched them all smile. I told them to share it without fighting. I was deeply moved to see the kids line up in a disciplined fashion in front of their elder who would distribute the packet amongst them. The kids saw us till the beginning of the return path with their waving hands and chuckles, which soon merged with that of the waterfall. The descent was faster and soon we found ourselves waiting to get ourselves to the nearest source for lunch.

The walk in the clouds at the station unexplored proved to be very fulfilling to our senses and spirits. We resolved to visit the place again and move further towards the caves. As we returned, the sky cleared a bit and i could see another peak named Chanderi, which takes a two day trek to explore.

We reached the Station where Raj played music on his cell phone that sounded as loud as the announcement speaker. The crowd there was entertained for the next half hour when we waited for the Karjat-VT up Local. My gaze was still fixed at the far off peak till a girl on the platform was flattered thinking that i was watching her. Before she could pick up the wrong sign, I plugged my music player to my ears and waited for the red and yellow worm that turned into a train as it drew close to the station and took us home in its belly.

Hope another day at Vangani Returns soon with more friends sharing the privilege.

Sincerely,

Nagesh Pai

The Unforgiving Boss

At the Head office

Braving the heat, humidity, dust and grime of a typical midsummer Mumbai, I was relieved to enter the cool air-conditioned fortress “Om Sagar”, which served as the Head office to my ex-company. Quick as breeze, with a “daakiya daak laya rhythm” I flew across many cubicles of my colleagues who formed a Mexican wave of greets as I passed their dens. Quite a warm welcome that a sales person gets when he comes on a not so frequent visit to the head office, far away from the party time (noise to few) of the city sales office.

I was glad to see all of them like a child sliding his fingers over all the whites in a piano octave, like the green coconut palms waving past me in a train taking me to my long separated hometown, like the standing paddy turf bowing to gusts of pollinating breeze gently caressing them.

As I was swinging past with joy, I came across the cubicle of my friend who was a senior correspondent of one of the reputed publications of the company. His reportage was well regarded as a genuine source by lot many faithful readers of the magazine and of course by the highly placed marketing managers of leading IT companies regarding whose coverage in the magazine was very much sought after. As a good friend he used to provide me with tips from the industry which I used for generating sales. His reference was highly effective in breaking ice with new and otherwise unapproachable clients.

This time around the cheerful expression of his face was evicted by a gloomy frown with a tinge of frustration. He asked me “ Nagesh, can you spare a minute? Lets go to the café. Have something confidential to share”. “Sure” I replied hoping that it nothing more serious than the hot summer that kept him disturbed.

“I have decided to quit the company” began my colleague stating it upfront and bold. “Have you got a better offer elsewhere?” I asked with glee.. “No Nagesh, I am starting something on my own and wish to ask whether you want to be a part of it” He further explained what he was intending to do. I appreciated his enterprising decision but regretted my participation stating that I still had to gain experience and it was too early in my career to take such a bold step.. I was playing safe but after due calculations. He ended by saying..

”I am tired of working under someone. Its high time I do something on my own and earn for myself rather than generate profit for others” .

The last statement due to some reason started playing in my head again and again like a needle-stuck-gramaphone. While it was an enterprising move that my friend was trying to make, was he doing it out of passion or out of sheer frustration? Well maybe a fine combination of both.. But would he succeed or land up from the frying pan straight to the voracious flames? I wished him good luck and proceeded back to my paths with the extra luggage of my friends last statement…

“I am tired of working under someone”

I had known the editor, his boss to be a nice man, was he being a tyrant? Nah .. couldn’t be. Maybe saturation in his career and its worries had caught him imprisoned. The kit-baggage with these questions in my mind was waiting to be answered on another occasion which wasn’t far off.

Day with Anand (Answers)

It was another day o’ dust, sweat and grime minus the central AC of Om Sagar or my cozy cubicle at the Sales office. I was out on the punishing Andheri-kurla road where pedestrians, stray animals ( wild as well as tamed, some of them on wheels) and vehicles fight for their square feet share of the cratered tar + concrete, to jiggle and if possible wriggle their way through, while still remembering their destination by the time they take their next step into chaos.

Finally after overcoming every hurdle on the road and getting a thorough inhalation of vehicular exhaust, I reached Anand's office. Anand and his brother Gurpreet managed one of Mumbai's largest Web-hosting business and were faithful advertisers in my company's magazine from its day one issue. After cooling down with a glass of water with a cup of tea waiting to cool (Anand never lets his visitors go without serving them tea), our discussions started and led to me asking for more than usual business for a special issue which was due in the coming months. Anand was a good negotiator and startled me saying that he may not be present in the next issue which meant it would be his first break in 3 years!!! He then allowed me to release my witheld breath by saying that he will not be able to spend high for the next month, although he will be present in his usual quarter page advertisement.

In his self-made stature he remarked

"Nagesh, I may be having a great rapport with you, but my boss will not allow me to spend even a penny more".

I had known Anand as the proprietor of the company, now who was he reporting to off late?? How could he entrust his entire self made and established business to someone so easily?? Before I could think of disguising my question and ask him.. He read the query in my expression and said "You must be wondering who my boss is? Relax, I still own this business but I am Self-Employed.. I am employed... by whom?? Well you will be scared if I even tell you about what a tyrant he is."

Anand continued " Nagesh, you work for a nice company where if you dont meet your targets they dont ask for your head. Well my boss doesnt take any prisoners, He is the most ruthless superior you may ever see in your worst nightmares. Whenever my decisions lead to the right results i get rewarded. But when I fail, I dont get cajoled but I get the lashes straight till I bleed"

Anand's words kept me hooked as he disclosed

" My boss is My Business"

" People may think that i dont have anyone to report to. But like I said, My business is an absolutely unforgiving boss who never keeps accounts to be settled for later. Whenever I take the right path and succeed, He rewards me with profits a large part of which I feed him back. But sometimes even with genuine intentions if things go wrong and give unfavorable results, he punishes me with the worst ever punishment.. losses, some of which takes long enough to recover and endangers your sustenance. But despite all of this I have to report to him and Hence I am sorry Nagesh I cant spend more with you at this time when I am at a greater chance of being punished".

I smiled back at him with a genuine smile which may have perhaps raised surprise in his head, since salesmen can't don a genuine smile when refused. But what i had gotten from him was a big principle of business which perhaps no B School would teach me.

Flash-back Om Sagar.. I was wondering if my correspondent friend would quit the current job because he did not want to report to anyone, whether he would be able to cope up with the Ruthlessness of a new boss - Mr. My-own-Business. The only quality that would drive anyone to the brighter side of this boss was sheer passion, which was at its highest levels in Anand, which I prayed that my correspondent friend should have.

Passion for your goal is the only language that can help him negotiate with "the unforgiving boss". Pursuit of passion would surely see him shining in his new venture. But an act driven by escapism would surely land him in the boiling cauldrons of his unforgiving Boss - would -be.

Hats off to Anand who answered my predicament and gave me a lesson for lifetime. Sincere Prayers for my correspondent friend for his endeavors! And a big thanks to you for reading such a long blog :-)

Sincerely,

Nagesh

Announcement - Monsoon Trek

Agenda: Weekend walk in the woods

Day: Saturday and/or Sunday 9th and 10th July

Places under consideration: Vangani (Karjat route) or Neral - Matheran

Pirates on board till now: Kunal, Raj and Nagesh

About Vangani:

Vangani is known to be a trekker and a stargazer's paradise which leads to the starting ridges of the Sahyadris. I had been there long back for a one day trek to a nearby waterfall there. it was a good one hour walk from the station, but it was an easy one day trek.

There are two good places i have seen on the net which can approached from Vangani - Nakhind and Chander. Great maiden trekking treads to explore here which has not yet been vandalized by many footfalls. But the route will need to be understood from the villagers there.

In any case we must be prepared for an overnight in the rare occssion of things getting late. The woods can captivate you like the worlds best illusionist.


Option 2: Neral to matheran:

An offroad route from Neral to matheran will be nice and green during this time of the year. During my scouts hike in school, I recollect seeing the entire trail till Jumapatti station lined up with waterfalls.

This is a more known route, although we dont have a detailed road map, but it is well within civilization. Not sure whether this could be made into a one day trip.

Venturing into the unknown is the best adventure specially when we know that its not ferocious. Would be great if you can add your comments to this blog by clicking on the comments link below.

In both cases we will need to take the first train to Karjat

Add your inputs since we need to freeze on this soon. As of now Kunal Raj and i are sure to tread come what may.

Cheers!
Nagesh