Kite Flying

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood are related to kite flying. I dont know when I took to it, but it was one thing I really loved and spent, more or less, all my pocket money on. There's something about kite flying which makes it so addictive so enjoyable?? Maybe the delight of watching the flight of the kite which is controlled by you and the way the kites soars in the sky. Or maybe the fact that the kiteflyer views the kite as an expression of his/her free self. Whatever. I just loved flying kites.

Early days were not so good when I was just about learning to fly the kite. Many a kites have been torn or caught up in the trees or the electric wires in an attempt to make them fly. Finally after a numerous failed attempts one day I did manage to fly the kite. But the joy was, well, shortlived. Some seasoned kiteflyer, with a heart of stone, sweepeed his kite low and off went my kite.. "Aai-Bo"... this the expression which you hear from your victorious opponent when you loose a "Paitch".

Before I go any further let me introduce you to the terms and lingo of kite flying. Kite is Patang, the line/string used to fly the kite is Manjha, Sadhi or Tool. Manjha is the thinnest of the strings with a coating of glue and ground glass (known as kaanch burada) which makes the string very sharp and potentially capapble of giving cuts n nicks. I've heard of steel burada manjha but haven’t had a chance to use it. Manjha is mostly colored red, black, green, yellow, blue, orange..

Sadhi is a thicker, coarser white colored thread. It doesnt have any burada and is usually deployed after the Manjha while flying, coz its easier to fly with Sadhi than Manjha.

Tool is the thickest of the three, much thicker than Sadhi. The sheer strength of the string is enough to win you a paitch. It is usually used only with large kites as small kites can’t support the weight of tool.

A paitch is a mid air dual of two kites, in which both the kite flyers vie to cut the kite string of the other. Now kiteflying is no ordinary sport and certainly not for the fainthearted. Paitchs are a matter of skill, honor and on rare occasions life and death. Many a times the seasoned kiteflyer would stick a 10, 20 or 50 rupee note to his kite, which in a way talks about the guy's confidence in his skill. Why I am saying 'guy', is coz this is mostly a boy's thing. I don’t recall seeing any girl indulge in it. Though my sis did ask me from time to time to let her handle the kite for some time but she would soon hand it back to me.

Kite Flying has been a popular sport in many countries like Japan, Korea, Indonesia, France, Belgium, Singapore, Hong Kong, Nepal, Pakistan and India and the kite festivals witness participation from people of these countries.

Traditionally in India kites have been made of paper n bamboo. Though there is no law which says it can't be made from silk n bamboo or any other kind of material. These days it’s common to see kites being made out of plastic with some kind advertisement on it. Usually some Rajdarbar gutka, Shambhu Khaini, beedi, tea etc. The advantage of plastic kites is that they don’t tear easily, so one kite could last days if u are not interested in having a paitch with anyone. Secondly they can be flown in rain also.

The design of the kite is very important as each one has a separate name. By design I do not mean the framework and the arrangement of bamboo sticks. The design on the paper, is made by sticking together pieces of paper in various fashion. Apart from making the kite beautiful, the sticking together of many paper strips to make the kite also makes sure that the kite would last longer. I have drawn whatever I could remember. Hope they are correct.

Now the kite season is different in diff parts of the country. Up north, and i am talking mostly about Delhi, summers is the time when u see people flying kites. The peak is the Independence Day when every guy worth his salt will pull out his kites and indulge in the activity. After Independence Day it starts to slow down. Raksha Bandhan is also another day when people like to fly kites. In the west its Makar Sankranti when you get to see the most kites. South, I believe its Diwali time. No idea what it is in the east.

So this Independence Day, make sure u do fly kites, and what better way to do it than at

Kite flying DBM 24, Nehru Park, 4pm, 16th August '08. (Details)

Rafting Trip

Here is the account of my rafting trip to Shivpuri (30 kms from Rishikesh) a couple of months ago:-

11th Arpil 7:30 pm
Assembled in front of our office in Gurgaon and started mingling with the other people who would be the joining us for the trip. Slowly and in a very time-consuming fashion, so very typical of us, we got started for the trip. Since we had to pick some people from different places en route I was sure it would be a good amount of time before we actually hit the road. A wait for the toll tax at Ghaziabad ensured further delay. To add to the woes the AC in the bus started behaving erratic. No cooling. Not an ideal start to the journey I would say.

A quick dinner at one of the numerous road side dhabas and then off we were in the bus towards Rishikesh. By now we had left the city far behind and the breeze was cooler than before so people didn’t face much discomfort due to the non functioning AC. Songs, Dumb Charades and games going on in the bus. Special mention about this guy Puneet who had kinda memorized Altaf Raja songs and sang them one after the other. Who bhi poore… Beat that!!!

We finally reach the place in the morning. Sleepy faced people scampering out of the bus with disheveled hair, bags on shoulders and sand in the feet. The camp looks good. The river Ganges surrounded by thick forests and mountains, clean white sandy beach with a long row of 2 person tents and a volley ball net thrown in.
My tent was named ‘Three Blind Mice’. Dropped bags in our respective tents, freshned up and gathered to have some tea n snacks. Started with some volleyball and worked up a huge appetite for breakfast which consisted of bread, butter, jam, scrambled, eggs, cornflakes, milk and upma. Post breakfast it was time to go for the rafting.
Around 10 we left for this place upstream from where the rafting trip would begin. After reaching the place we wore the life jackets, helmets and got the paddles. All decked up n waiting for the boats to be inflated. Each of these boats is imported and costs about 3.5 lac rupees. Gosh!! Even the paddles cost Rs.1700 apiece. WHOA!!
Our instructor gave us a brief ing about few things to keep in mind while rafting. This included basics to follow in case the boat capsized or someone fell off the boat. Weird expressions on people’s faces when this was being discussed. I occupied the first seat on the raft and took the position of one of the main paddlers. The raft had in all 9 occupants excluding the guide. So we had 4 rowers on each side and one non-rowing person as the official cheerleader of the group. At first we practised the basic instruictions like forward padle, back paddle etc, learn to keep our feet dug in under the air cylinders in the boat and then we set for something which can only be described as - adventure of a lifetime.
Rapids form at places where the river isnt too deep hence causing a lot of turbulence in the water. Some of the rapids are level 3 and we had our first brush with adventure when we came across "Three Blind Mice". This is also the name of the tent in which I am camping. Prabhjyot, who had been on a rafting trip last year didnt fail to mention that this was the point where their raft capsized. When we entered this rapid the water hit us hard. Straight in the face, relentless and unforgiving. The water is chilled and the great splash renders everyone immobile for two seconds. The raft rose to a height where the paddle couldnt reach the water. After braving through this rapid we managed through the rest of them all too. Soemtimes easy sometimes scary and sometimes we just ducked in the raft holding on to the lifeline for our loves. During the calmer sections of the river we did bodysurfing. basically u just let urself float in the river, thanx to the life jackets. The water was so cold that we had a hard time to stay in the water for long durations. We body surfed at two three places in the river.
Towards the end of the rafting trip is a point from where u jump off a cliff. The height must not be more than 12-15 mtr or so. Ive jumped that kinda height from the diving board a number of times in the swimming pool but out here my limbs kina froze for a moment and I took a moment to make that plunge. All of us did the jump atleast once. Some even 3 times. Post this there was a very small stretch of river which we had to make before the rafting came to an end. In the mid u could see numerous sandy beaches. On many of these beaches one could see firangis meditating. Most of the beaches had tents pitched up for the people visiting.

After this trip we came back to our camp in the bus. Everyone was feeling hungry and signs of sunburn and the wear & tear sustained in rafting had begin to show. Post lunch we went to a shady part of the beach and just relaxed on some rocks with feet hanging in the water. In the evening we again gathered to play volleyball and some cricket. Playing volleyball in sand is much better than playing on ground as the sand is much more absorbant and lesser bruises etc.
As soon as the sun went down the camp people came out with some snacks , veg and non veg some cold drinks and ice. Rest had to be managed on our own for which almost everyone was prepared, if u know what I mean. So me and a couple of frnds took some snacks and some glasses and ice and headed for a spot in the sandy beach and did a lot of bakar over drinks. After a couple of drinks we joined the rest around the bon fire and had a great time. The hot topic of discussion being ghosts, spirts and the world of paranormal. Post dinner we went for a night trek to some village enarby and then again continued with the chatting around the bonfire.

Around 1 am the last of us, who still were awake after the back breaking day, finally went to their tents. Waking up the next morning was the most painful experience of the entire trip. Almost the entire body complained of pain and getting out of the bed required a Herculean effort. Finally after breakfast we left the camp and went to the Neer Garh waterfall.

The return to delhi was marked by a stop at Muzaffarnagar where we had chaat, aloo tikki, bhalle papdi etc at Gupta Chaat Bhandaar. The trp finally ended when we reached good ol' Delhi. Took an auto from Sarai Kale Khan to home.

Rafting was the main purpose of the trip but apart from that a lot of other things that happened were bonding between the various people in the trip, the extended talk sessions over food and drinks. One thing that I would really like to stress is that carry ample sun screen and dont forget to apply it to all the parts of your body which could be exposed to sunlight. I forgot to do the same and got severe burns on my thighs. Another thing worth mentioning would be the food at the camp. Right from breakfast to lunch and dinner the food was awesome. not the usual heavy oily greasy stuff,which we love to have anyway, but food which was much simpler. Maybe the hunger worked wonders. But overall the food was awesome.

Total cost of the trip 3200/- was inclusive of travel, stay, rafting, trek and entry to a waterpark. A true wilderness adventure taking one through the rapids, the jungles and camping overnight alongside the river by an open camp fire under the stars.

Viva Salsa!!!

So Salsa is the latest thing that I am learning these days. 1-2 pm every Mon n Wed in the office. Its very conveniently placed for me and suits the schedule. And I am already glad that I took this decision to join the classes. It is a great way to unwind the blow away the stress. It helps me feels good and the fun part is also there.

So now I can say that I know something more than the 'Indian Freestyle' dance. The problem of two left feet continues though ;P

An Evening in Old Delhi

I had been thinking about going to Old Delhi for quite some time now. Having read so much about the Iftar celebrations in the walled city area, when muslims pray , break the roza and go onto consume delicacies, I certainly wanted to experience it. So a good friend P, who shares an equal (if not more) enthusiasm for food, and I headed to spend an evening in Old Delhi on Sunday.

The roza is the fasting during the holy month of Ramadan when devout muslims observe daylong fast from dawn to dusk, without even a drop of water. A small breakfast before sunrise which is known as Sehari and a feast after sunset, known as Iftari.
The road outside the Gate No 1 of Jama Masjid was jam-packed. Vehicles, mostly rickshaws, were lined bumper to bumper. A vast multitude of people here, heading off with their families to shop and eat. We deftly make way to Karim hotel and wait for our turn to be seated. Over here one can see variety of people. Foreign tourists digging into kababs and tikkas after thoroughly examining them, families of people enjoying the elaborate and lavish meal after the roza, young people out there to grab a bite, waiters running in loaded with dishes. The crowd was heterogeneous, the service quick and the food Y-U-M-M-Y.
On the streets it's a party of sorts and people have come out to enjoy. Mounds of sevaiyaan and other sweets, dry fruits, footwear, clothes, bangles and a whole lot of things.
The 100 watt bulbs bathing the shops in a yellow hue. Shoppers bargaining with the shopkeepers over the price of their purchases. Happy smiling faces, twinkling eyes behind the hijab, its all happening here. The area seems like a bouquet of vibrant colours, sound and flavors.
After Karims it was Rabri at the roadside Kallan Sweet Shop where I tried my hand (unsuccessfully) at reading the urdu written on the board, much to the amusement of the shopkeeper as well as P.
Thereafter We headed for the Paranthewali Gali. The shops here are from an era of the badshahs and rajas, well before last century, being run by the 4th – 5th generation of owners. Each of the shop here must have around 20-25 variety of paranthas. We sampled the Matar parantha and Paneer paranth which were good. The paranthas are accompanied by aloo sabzi, seetafal sabzi, couple of chutneys, pickles and greenchillies. With modest prices and seating arrangements these shops are trying to lure the people into their establishments.

Colorful skullcaps with ornate embroidery and exciting design patterns.

To most, Old Delhi may be a down market wholesale bazaar. However the erstwhile city of Shahjahanabad was once the epicenter of Hindustan. To some it still is!

A young shopper bargaining with the shopkeeper for a pair of shoes.

Chak Ditta, India!!!

It's Diwali time as India lifts the Twenty20 World Cup beating arch rivals Pakistan. A young n relatively inexperienced team under a brand new skipper and without the "stars", achieved what was really unexpected and seemed daunting at first.

Started as non-favorites, with the bookies giving 1-16 for India playing in the finals and 1-40 for India winning the cup. Beating Pakistan, England, South Africa, Australia and finally G-L-O-R-Y!!!

Chak Ditta India!!!

Happy Birthday to Me

Just in case u didn’t notice the change in the 'About Me' section, I turned 28 yesterday. Yet another year has passed by. One more year, on the face of earth. I dunno if u feel this way, but 28 suddenly seems much much older as compared to 27. 27 is closer to 25 whereas 28 is closer to 30. At 28 you can’t even give the excuse that u will think about settling down at a later stage. You ARE at the later stage. 30 seems just around the corner.

Anyway, it was after 4 years that I was celebrating my birthday at home with family. It was a quiet and simple affair. Last time when I was home on my birthday, I was 23 years old, still studying in the final year of my post grad. It has also been 4 years since I moved out of the comforts of home and started staying on my own. First in Bombay for 2 years and later in Aalborg for another 2 years. Now after 4 years I have finally shifted base back to Delhi.

The ticket u see below is the train ticket for the journey to Trivandrum for the training of my first job. I carried this ticket with me all this while to remind me that no matter where I stay, I have to return back home. Finally I can say I have arrived. I can now destroy this ticket. Maybe not, let it be there for memory sake.

Fellas…. thanx a lot for your wonderful wishes. God Bless You!!

Skagen

It was my last weekend in Denmark and I was hell bent upon visiting Skagen - something which had been put away for a long time. How could I be in Denmark and not visit Skagen all this while? Thankfully the weather was kind and we did have some sunshine. So we gathered at the Aalborg Train Station and we got a discounted pass to travel to Skagen. The first train would take us to Fredrickshavn. From there we took another train to Skagen. The journey was fun with little talks, leg pulling etc.

Skagen station is an old but well maintained yellow building. Right outside the train station is the bus stop. We saw that the next bus to go to the beach was about 2 hrs away so we unanimously decided to hire bicycles. One of us didn’t know how to ride so we got a double bike for him and another guy. Got 11 bikes and pedaled off; in the wrong direction. It was not before 10 minutes when we realized we weren’t any closer to the beach. Change of direction.
The town of Skagen is beautiful. It is a part of the Jutland peninsula in northern Denmark. Most buildings in the old town are distinguished as low yellow houses with red tiled roofs providing a perfect backdrop to this charming place. Like most Danish towns this is a quaint little place with well preserved medieval buildings, cyclists, people chatting at the café tables. The town of Skagen has been the abode of many a Danish artists, especially painters, writers and even music composers. The picturesque locales makes this place really inspiring for these artists. The 60 km long coastline of Skagen is incomparable. The sea, the light, the air, the sand - Skagen and the elements seem to be inseparable.
En route we had to take a stop as two of our cyclists apparently got lost and had a lot of ground to cover. We took a break near this lighthouse (above) which we used as a landmark for signaling our location to those two guys. So while they cycled to this point we snacked on cakes, biscuits and namkeens. Soon we were joined by the lost cyclists and they took a short break. Meanwhile the rest of the guys tried their hand at the double bicycle which had caught everyone’s fantasy.
There is another lighthouse at Skagen which was constructed in 1850. Resumed our journey towards Grenen (The Branch), which is the base point and parked the cycles. From here you can either walk or take a ‘Sandmobile’, which is nothing but a tractor pulling a trailer, to the beach. We decided to walk. Popped up a few beers and started walking towards the beach. The flags of the four Nordic countries Finland, Sweden, Denmark and Norway (Missing - Iceland) Just outside a cafeteria at Grenen.

From Grenen it would take about 15 mins till the ‘point’, which is the northernmost part of Denmark. It is also the meeting point of North Sea (Skagerrak – the strair that separates Denmark from Norway) and Baltic Sea (Kattegat – The strait that separates Denamrk from Sweden), which is what makes Skagen so remarkable.

You can stand at this ‘point’ and notice the oceancurrents and waves coming from your left clashing with the ones from you right and creating a sort of sand carrying mist.

Walked a little in the waves and then we found a good spot and had lunch. Lazed around for a while and then we started a game of football. It soon dawned that no one of us was in good shape and stamina. Still we managed to play for about 45 mins after which there was just enough energy left to get back to the rest of the gang and lie down and have some beer.

Although the water was cold, we noticed that the temp in the North sea was marginally warmer. So it was decided that we take a plunge in the North sea. The temp was such that only 3 people finally decided to venture inside water. The water was cold and with each step it seemed to be getting colder. We reached a point where there was a kind of sand bank. We sat there and soaked some more sun. Finally we decided to get all wet and swim. Surprisingly, after this the water didn’t feel so cold and we stayed in it for about 15 mins.

Out of the water and finally soaked some sun, chatted with friends, drank beer and watched the ships at a distance. I remember spending a lot of time quiet on this trip as this was my last weekend in Denmark and I was kind of capturing the impressions in my mind. Something like soaking the feeling of being in Denmark for the last few days.

Enjoyed a Café au Lait at one of the cafes in the old town of Skagen and finally took the train back to Aalborg.

I *heart* Denmark !!

Egeskov Slot, Odense

This weekend I was off to visit the Egeskov Slot (castle) near Odense, which is about 400 Kms from Aalborg. The journey of 3 1/2 hrs was filled with fun and masti in the bus with the typical games like antakshari, Dumb , a small breakfast and lots of beer.

Egeskov estate is spread over 1131 hectares, with the castle n parks amounting to 20 hectares, and is located in the south of the island of Funen in Denmark. The castle is Europe's best preserved Renaissance water castle. Egeskov's history dates to the 14th century.

Through his marriage to Anne Trihuus in 1545, Frands Brockenhuus took over a large farm in the village of egeskov. Acquiring large areas inside and outside the parish through inheritance n purchase and in 1554 the manor was replaced by the existing castle.

The castle is a genuine moated castle built directly on the lake. According to the popular legend the oak piles on which the castle stands gave rise to the name. Egeskov in Danish means oak wood. The Count's War during which many of the manors were attcked by the peasants was probably the reason why Frands Brockenhuus wanted to build a castle which was, to all intents and purposes, inpenetrable. Egeskov reflects a time of unrest. In 1986 Count Claus Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille opened the castle itself to the public.
There are about 8 rooms open to the public of which The Hunting Room is the most popular. It was used as Count gregers Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille's study and shows his great passion for hunting. Many of the game trophies are rare as the Impala below which has remarkably long horns (90 cms, while the normal is 50 cms). The room contains trophies brought back from British East Africa and the Congo - Tanzania, Uganda and Kenya of today.
From his jouneys in Africa, the Count brought back many souvenirs like these plus objects of ethnogrpahical interest like head dresses, jewellery and weapons. In The Hunting Gallery, many of the Count's trophies are displayed along with weapons from many countries. The Count was one of the most famous hunters in Denmark and one of the very few who were granted permission to hunt with bow n arrow. The trophies are displayed with the arrow that brought them down. In one corner is one of Egeskov's 'privies'. The castle was extremely luxurious for its time, with 17 lavotories.
The Victorian Room was furnished with typical items of furniture, brick-a-brac, curtains, carpets, upholstery from the Victorian period which were in the family's possession. The paintings and photographs show members of the family.
Titania's Palace is a palace made by English painter and officer Sir Nevile Wilkinson for his daughter. This palace took 15 years to build and has 3000 components collected from all over the world.

Egeskov's wooden man lies under the spire. Its is said that if he is to be removed from the cushion , Egeskov will sink in the moat on Christmas night. Because of this legend the family never used to celebrate Christmas at the castle. Traditonal Danish rice pudding is served to the wooden man so that he can share it with the castle elves and the human occupants can celebrate Christmas in the other rooms.

The Vintage Motorcycle Museum carries a collection of old bikes. A must see for any auto enthusiast.

The gardens around the castle are to enjoy the warm sunny afternoons with a picnic spread and to marvel such beautiful surroundings.

The picnic also had people from our comapny spread across Denmark. About 150 in all. A delicious Indian lunch followed by not so delicicious sweets and finally a group of 25 people returned back to Aalborg.

Weekend Pleasures

The weekend started disastrously with the trip to Skagen being cancelled because of rain n overcast sky. Now why would anyone want to visit a beach on a day it is raining??? (Though one remembers a rainy evening spent at Sankhumugham Beach, Trivandrum very fondly). Anyway, so the plan for Skagen was shelved and with long faces the day kept passing until it was evening and the sun decided to give a little peek. We jumped to the occasion and headed towards Fjordparken near Egholm with beer in our bags.

The next few hours were spent sitting on the bench watching the boats sail by, people kanoeing, jogging, cycling, talking about n number of things and drinking beer. Sitting there I felt a strange kind of calmness and the feeling of being at ease with myself, my surroundings, my pals and the world at large.

Karneval Aalborg 2007

This blog started with the details about my first day in Denmark. It completes two years on blogsphere and it is marked by a celebration in the town of Aalborg - Karneval Aalborg. This being my third carnival in two years (I arrived one the Karneval day). So here are some highlights from the Karneval, which incidently is also my last.

The Karneval celebrations were spread over a week as this was the 25th anniversary of the largest carnival in Northern Europe. With more than 25000 people enjoying the festivities with the carnival bands from 6 countries (Denmark, Germany, Holland, France, UK and Ghana) on the final day, it was the largest till date and my most memorable one. The theme for 2007 was 'Masquerade' a much tamer one compared to last year's 'Erotic & Exotic'.

A, G, N & S
If it wasn't for you guys, it wouldn't have been so much fun.

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