She invades your personal space like no one else can. Yet, you don’t mind it.
She shares her fear of monsters and expects you to slay them. You hug her hard, for you were responsible in bringing her to this big bad world!
Her world is filled with good rabbits and bad wolves. Beanstalks that grow to the sky and ogres taller than trees.
And princesses locked up in castles!
It hurts you no end that the rescuer is always a prince in shiny armour. Not daddy!
There’s only one man in her life. Daddy. You think, wishfully.
One day, she will be out seeking a new man of her choice. You have to let go!
Relationships are hard and messy. Yet, being a daddy to your little girl is special. You’ll do it again without batting an eyelid.
I am a professional photographer.
Strange things are happening around me! I cannot explain it yet.
I think it all started after that particular client meeting on August 5th. The meeting was a disaster!
We met at CCD. The old man wanted a photographer for his daughter’s wedding and had asked for my portfolio.
I would have been fine if he had simply rejected me. He rubbed it in by laughing at my photos. “Enappa idhu? Ondu photo’nu nettagae illaa!”, he pushed the sample album aside with a smirk on his face. It was the most humiliating moment in my career! He didn’t even pay the coffee bill, I had to.
What a jerk!
As he got into his car, I took my camera out. For some reason, I wanted to take his picture.
I pressed the shutter button. It didn’t work. Damn!
The shutter button had gotten jammed. I took it to the service centre. The technician took it in. He came back after 10 minutes and said he didn’t find anything wrong with the camera. The shutter button worked just fine.
“Really?”, I asked. Continue reading
Running a business is like being in a gorge. Your visibility is only upto the next curve.
Okay folks! Time to wind up living in Borneo!
This is mostly a meta-post about previously written posts to give a better perspective of my trip. Also, I will try to cover a couple of things I haven’t spoken about yet.
First, thanks to the people who made this trip possible and a successful one.
- My wife who was pretty cool about me leaving her and going to an exotic location for 10 days
- Adarsh for being a wonderful companion and for all the painstaking research on Borneo
- The kind-hearted taxi driver who helped us at Kota Kinabalu
- Tong Ali, our amazing and friendly guide at Uncle Tan
- Lan, Olong and other friendly guys at Uncle Tan
- Yunus, our soft-spoken and gentle guide for the Mt Kinabalu climb
- Jenny, the energetic guide at Gunung Mulu
Here is a list of our sightings in Borneo (mostly at Uncle Tan’s, few at Mulu and Mt Kinabalu) .Thanks to Adarsh for sharing his list with me.
“Nann hesaru Basappa antha, illi thumba varushadindha iddinee (my name is Basappa, I’ve been here since many years)”, the Dasayya at the Kalyani (pond) in Melkote tells me, polishing his brass vessel with lemon.
Every morning, he comes to the Kalyani near the temple and performs religious tasks for devotees at a small fee. His day starts early… applying the Vishnu nama on his forehead, polishing his brass vessel and plate, cleaning the shanka (conch) and jagate (stick to hit the plate)… and then approaching devotees offering his service.
Living this way is the only thing he knows. Clearly, life for this Dasayya revolves around the temple. Before I could ask him more questions, ‘clients’ arrive and I thank him for his time and leave.
Am not a foodie! My experiments with food are… boring! Yet.. thought I will give you a quick idea of the food I had in Malaysia.
The collage above is numbered. Let me walk you through it.
‘Younus! How do you think we managed the climb?’
‘Hmmm… okay’, muttered our guide. More silence…..
‘Hmmm…. you guys took a lot of time’, he added.
‘Aaarghh! No, you are not supposed to speak like that in our video’, I told our honest guide!
A video for self glorification was being shot at the top of Mt Kinabalu at a height of 13400ft. What the guide just told in front of the camera was not exactly what we wanted the world to know.
“How much did the Borneo trip cost you?”
“How did you keep your expenses low?”
These are two questions many of my friends had asked me. This post is an attempt to answer these questions. I hope you find it useful too.
The 11 day trip (from Aug 27 evening flight to Sept 6 evening flight) cost me INR 52018.5 including the visa application, insurance and other expenses that I incurred even before starting the trip. You can download an excel sheet containing the entire list of expenses here.
Most of the planning was done by Adarsh Raju, my good friend. It was indeed his effort that really helped in keeping costs low at the same time not skipping on the good things that Borneo has to offer. So, all credit to him!
At first thought, it might appear not so cheap, but considering the number of things that we did, I think we did fairly well to keep things tight.
- 8 flights, 2 of which were international
- Kuala Lumpur (transit), Sandakan, Kota Kinabalu, Miri (transit) and Mulu covered
- Food, accommodation for all days including stay at places like Sutera lodge atop Mt Kinabalu, Gunung Mulu national park, Unce Tan adventures, etc
- climbing Mt Kinabalu, guide fee, permit
- 4 boat safaris
- 3 forest treks
- 4 cave explorations
- 1 canopy walk
- connecting travel (taxi, boat and bus rides)
- visa, travel insurance, trip related purchases
The flight expenses were INR 23992 and non-flight expenses were INR 28026.
The average cost of acquisition of a Malaysian Ringitt to me was 15.3 INR. Every MYR expense was converted to INR by multiplying by 15.3.
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Given below are a few reports that indicate the expenditure trend. Since the flight expenses are much higher than anything else and skew the report (one bar will be much higher than all of the rest), I have excluded the flight expenses.
Once upon a time in 2010, there lived an unnamed puppy.
He was playful and naughty. He liked going out on his own to explore the neighborhood. It gave him a chance to spin tales of his heroic adventures to his 4 siblings. Of course, the mother knew he was spinning tales and warned him not to go alone into this big bad world!!!
But our dude would listen to none, let alone Mom! And off he went again exploring the big bad world of J.P Nagar, .. alone!
His bad luck, it rained that day, heavily! Lightening struck! Streets were filled with water! Every little place was wet!
He lost his way, got wet and was almost in tears.
Heroism turned into fear, fear into helplessness!
His Mom and siblings were nowhere to be seen. He searched and searched and searched… only in vain.
He then fell into a culvert and couldn’t climb out despite all his efforts. All he could do was to wail.