tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872050960654509002024-03-05T10:16:31.494+05:30The Vagabond"The World is a book, and those who do not travel have read only One page" - Quote from the book 1000 places to see before You die" by Patricia Schultz. Here are some of the adventures of my Vagabond life......the moments of truth.....of tranquility....of rediscovering myself.....Nelson Philip Fernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15964126868949451868noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87205096065450900.post-7246071593900795782013-05-18T15:18:00.000+05:302013-05-18T15:20:43.135+05:30Brunei - The mystery I seek to explore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really have nothing to write about this place. The very fact I am starting with the negative says it all. Landed at the airport, took a taxi and the first thing I asked the driver "What is it that I can see as a tourist in Brunei?". To my amazement, and may be his as well for hearing such a question, he said "Don't know!". We were picked by a colleague the next day at whom I threw the very same question and he smiled saying "Nothing". I was surprised that in such a wonderful natural landscapes there is nothing for tourists to see. Oh God we are to spend a week here even though it is an official visit.<br />
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This is a green mass of land. With a very feeble population of under 500 thousand, most of them live around the capital Bandar Seri Bagawan. Work starts early and ends early. Life is just a standstill after office hours with nothing much to do. A couple of malls & that's it! There is one McDonalds out here which should tell you Brunei is still not commercialized. It's the oil that has kept the living for people of this land.<br />
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Having said that, I must mention that the beaches that I could see on our way to the southern end of Brunei were amazing. Crystal clear waters with sandy beaches; apparently with not a single soul to see. Unfortunately we couldn't stop by for a closer look. Tourism is not an industry here. & understandably so. When there is so much of oil to give the world why invite the world to come over & dirty their beaches. There is no need for an additional source of income. In a way I am happy there is no tourism here as it could ruin the naturals.<br />
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Brunei is also a dry state. Dry in the sense that liquor is not something that you can associate with Brunei. Alcohol is not sold here. However, you are allowed to carry your own stock from wherever you arrive. Each person is allowed to carry 2 bottles. The other options is for the locals to drive up north to Labuan or down south to Miri & cross over to Malaysia. Locals are allowed to load their boot with 2 bottles of liquor and 24 cans of bear per person for every 72 hours. Enough for the 3 days unless you are having a feast at home. Drinking in public or in restaurants is also a No-No. One is allowed to only consume their vise at their own homes. Most of the local travel over to Malaysia for shopping as well. Having a stronger currency compounded with the fact that there is nothing much locally, it does make sense as well.<br />
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The final day of our stay and it was almost like a curfew. Friday prayer time is officially off for all businesses and offices. So from 12 noon until 2 pm the roads are absolutely empty. The shops are all inoperative with their shutters down. If you want a retired life with peaceful living, Brunei is the place to set base. As of now, I think other than official matters I would not fly back on this side of the Borneo again.<br />
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But then again, I am still having this feeling within me ...... a feeling like I am missing something ..... like there is something there in Brunei that could possibly be worth seeing ..... like there is some hidden treasure since this place is not explored yet ....... there is something that is telling me Brunei is not as shallow as want I have heard of ...... hopefully someday I may be able to exploit its hidden treasures.</div>
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I have yet again traveled to Bombay in the mid summer heat despite swearing never to come back here in the month of May; unfortunately, I had no choice. The heat this year was unbearable more than ever. May be it is or just may be its me.<br />
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One of the most fascinating things I love doing while in my India is to travel long distances in Indian Railways. It is an experience with its own charm, its own surprises. It is an adventure! I have so many stories to tell but just haven't really penned them down. One of the reasons I love travelling is the fact that we come across acquaintances - some of whom becomes friends for life while some just teach you a lesson. Unfortunately, this time around I just wouldn't manage to squeeze in some time for a long distance travel. Nonetheless, even local traveling could be intriguing.<br />
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It was about 9:00 hrs or so, I purchased my first class railway pass from Churchgate station and headed towards the platform for the Virar local. Oops, the train is leaving & like I used to do it in my college days.......Yes! I did run for it......phew!!! I made it. <b><u><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Lesson 1: No more running for the trains anymore.</span></u></b> I have lost the grace or probably gained too much of weight. Panting & running out of breath I took a seat opposite a gentlemen well dressed, in a tie. Pushed my laptop bag in the luggage bay above after pulling out my book for a read. Still breathless I almost finished my entire bottle of water. "<i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh! You read Peter Drucker</span></i>" came a voice to my surprise. The guy opposite me was observing me for a while now before he opened the deadlock. "<i>Yes, I like him</i>" I said, "<i>Hi. I'm Nelson</i>". We shook hands as he introduced himself as <b>Vijay Master</b> (Not the real name). He pulled out his business card which read Assistant Vice President of a reputed organization in India who sells computers.<br />
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For almost 30 odd minutes we indulged into a decent conversation on how he loves reading as we shared our mentors. He even happen to make phone calls when he learnt that I was looking out for .NET programmers for my company in Malaysia. "<i>Why don't we meet up someday while you are in India?</i>" he asked. With pleasure, the social side of me nodded yes. After all he was an AVP of a reputed organization who competes with the likes of Dell, HP & Lenovo in India. Oops! Have I narrowed the guess to the organization! For me he was an acquaintance whom I would probably never see again. But, as social as I am, I send him an sms saying it was nice meeting him for which he replied "<i>Same here Nelson! I will call you on Wed. Do try to keep your Thursday evening free!!!! :-)</i>". <u><b><span style="color: #ffd966;">Lesson 2: Innocence is bliss but not all the times. I should keep my guard ON.</span></b></u> Why couldn't I wonder why would a AVP of an organization want to meet up with, so what if I am, an NRI?<br />
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A couple of days later I received an sms stating the venue for us to meet up for so called dinner. Yes, over the couple of telephonic conversations we have since then we had planned to catch up for dinner. After going through all the pains of travelling in a Bombay local during peak hours I finally managed to reach SNDT college the venue for us to catch up. He welcomed me saying he has a project briefing that he would like me to attend & would interest people like me, an NRI. I was still a bit off guard until we reach the auditorium entrance where he said "<i>You need to pay Rs 75/- for the entrance</i>". At that moment I knew I have wasted my time - time that is the most important entity for someone returning back home only for a fortnight a year.<br />
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I just went with the wind, paid the cash and entered the auditorium. On the very first look & listening to the very first words I knew I am into yet another MLM damn bloody BS talk. This time it was Network21. Not that I don't trust MLM doesn't bring you money ......NO..... just that it is not my cup of tea and the worst of all I hate the way these guys talk about, I must mention WELL SCRIPTED, how you are ruining your life by travelling to work & being a slave. Then they bring along those few successful ones telling their success stories of how they made millions and the other monkeys, again WELL SCRIPTED, applauding with amazement. May I ask where are the remaining who have not made it yet and are stuck with having to be long term investors in buying your products? I rather trade stock instead.<br />
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At one point while the prominent speaker spoke about professional behavior of how to introduce new prospects, I just wanted to run on stage & grab the mike seeking his explanation of how I was PROFESSIONALLY (remember he used his business card stating he is the AVP) cheated into coming for what I state is waste of my most precious time. By doing what Vijay Master (not his real name) did only shows why trust cannot be bestowed on strangers. But then, can I not trust the AVP of a reputed organization? <b>It is not the organizations fault, it is he who has miss-used his reputation from his professional world. The same world he disgraces during these MLM session stating he needs freedom from waking up in the morning & being a slave.</b><br />
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The meeting ended & he shamelessly introduced me to the prominent speaker in the breakout session. Forget dinner, we didn't even have a cup of tea. Not that I was hard up for it. His motive for meeting was just to have a prospect for MLM. If this is what the MLM organizations call professional behavior, I beg to differ. For more reasons I feel sad that people yet do not realize the importance of Trust in a business. I am amazed at this person. How on earth does he even believe that I would join him when he has blatantly cheated me? May be I would join some MLM organization someday in the future, but not by cheating on someone. <b>How could people doing MLM be so THICK SKIN? Are they thought to be so? I believe yes.</b> They are told not to talk about their product or scheme. They are told to bring in GOATS, like me, without the knowledge of where they are going. Why on earth do they do that? If they trust their business model why don't they have the guts to introduce it to the world. I have had some of my own friends pulling me into such seminars saying "<i>just come along Nelson, you will know what it is</i>". And I go for the sake of friends.<br />
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<b>I will end my post with statement from a re-tweet of a very nice post titled "To Increase revenue, Stop Selling</b> (<u><span style="color: blue;"><i>http://t.co/x5SwuphC</i></span></u>)<b>"</b> <b>.....I hope the MLM guys are reading this...</b><br />
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up as we were on our way to B’lore. Stranded in the middle of
nowhere I had to spend the night in the car. The day began with a
puncher, but that was just a minor one that we had got rid of even
before we could begin our journey. It has been raining cats &
dogs out here. The roads are too bad for a drive. But I thought that
it would be wise enough to get out of the jungles before it gets too
late and the rains hold us there. It was a wrong calculation!</span></i></span></span></div>
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driving through all possible roads to get to the National Highway we
managed to only travel 60 kms in 5 hours. Traveled through all the
possible river floods and swirling waters. The currents were
dangerous though. All rivers were flooded and the water currents were
scaring. The waters had gone up by 5ft. We managed to get through all
the possible hurdles and now its time to cross the ultimate one after
which we could sail our way through to B’lore. We <b>almost</b>
did it. Unfortunately the word "<b>almost</b>" makes a difference! The waters
we had to cross was about knee height and for about 400 m. We got
through it but for the last 4-5 m. It so happened that some children
were playing by the road side and so my driver had to slow down in
the end. That was an excuse enough for the vehicle to stop ……..
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tried a lot but in vain. No one could help as well since the place
that our vehicle had been stranded was in a valley steep on both
sides. So pushing the vehicle in up direction was impossible. Of!
Coarse one cannot expect me to push the vehicle in the opposite
direction back into the waters. Here one realizes what it means when
they say in Hindi “<b>AGAY
KHAI PEECHE KUWA.</b>”
Now the only hope was Manoj, a collegue, who was 100 kms away in
Trivandrum. I did have his hotel no since it was the place I stayed
once upon a time. He did prove a “MASIHA.” His driver came to our
rescue. In the mean time the neighbors helped us. The hospitality
that they exhibited was worth a million. Not just tea but they
prepared dinner for us. And I should say that it was a blessing in
disguise. After having hotel food for so long I had home food. And
that too a Non-Veg diet! I shall never forget that family. They were
awake till 1:30 am till Manoj’s driver could come to pick us up. I
tried to bring some joy to those little children of that family as I
let them play some games on my Laptop. They wouldn’t go for dinner
but sat down with us in our Sumo. They were excited and asked their
Dad to buy one for them. These are one of the wonderful moments of
life where we realize that humanity still exists.</span></i></div>
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engine has been jammed up. I am now once again in Trivandrum with
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is an incident that occurred today. We almost got ourselves stranded
in the middle of nowhere. It so happened that Shivanand (my driver )
and I were travelling to Manjeswaram a place to the north of Kerela
with some of the SEB personnel. Even after having moved about 150 kms
none of us realise that the tank is giving way until we had a jerk.
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up & down to get diesel. After trying hard we managed to convince
one truck driver to sell us 3 ltrs of diesel from his tank. “Only 3
lts!” he exclaims. The problem seemed to have solved that we realise
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this is the time something struck me and we escaped carrying the
Sumo. There is something I hated and always had to carry with me. The
Jumbo communication cable. For the technically unsound just imagine a
cable that you may use for connecting some house wiring. And for the
technically sound it is a 8-core, Un-Armoured, Sheathed, 1.5 sq.mm
one, which is never used for communication purpose but we have to do
so due to customer requirements. I hate using that cable for it makes
my panels look dirty and is difficult to handle. But this very same
thing got me out of a fix. The outer sheath (cover) of this cable is
tubular & the cores (inner wires) are covered with plastic sheet.
That makes it easy for the outer sheath to slide out comfortably.
Having known that I got a couple of meters of it cut the outer sheath
at one point round enough and pulled it to make available a tube for
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Another interesting place I’ve been is Kundah near Ooty. The peculiar thing about the people living in these mountain ranges is the way they specify the distance between two places. Any guesses? I’ll lose anything if you do. Km or miles are not important when it comes to dist. Out here the key word is“Hair-Pin-Bends”. One may wonder what’s that unit supposed to be? When I asked one of the officials about the travel time & dist between Kundah Power House 1 and 2 he said, “43 hair pin bends . . . (Yet thinking!) . . around 1 ½ hours.” In terms of Km it is just about 16 but these places are on mountains. So you actually travel from mountain to mountain where the roads are just a “zig and a zag”. Stubborn ones better not say ‘I’ll break but not bend’ as one can never travel more than 400m without a bend. When I ultimately traveled I realized why these localities are so particular about their peculiar unit called “Hair-Pin-Bends”. The signboards along the roads say “Kundah PH2 - 43 hair pin bends to go” and every bend is numbered and updated to the ones yet to go. At the end there begins another series of pin bends bending you, sorry, guiding you to the next destination. Well, so now for those of you who thought distance is measured in Km or miles wake up and get your left and right turns counted! And if you are planning to come over to Kundah for a holiday amidst beautiful mountains, better get your cars a meter that will record the number of bends traveled instead of Km. You may be interested to know that in the end.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>There is a reason for the title. Everytime I halt for a cup of tea I recollect all the wonderful moments gone by and then realize we definitelymiss something HE has made. Each sip makes me feel for the wonderful nature that we long to see in Bombay and gets that environment friendliness awaken in me. I also realize I may never get to see these places again. It definitely is, "Not just a cup of tea!" for me, but a time to meditate ......... a time of peace ........ a time of retreat .......</i></span></span></div>
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Nelson Philip Fernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15964126868949451868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87205096065450900.post-40475667434752413172007-10-30T02:15:00.000+05:302012-12-09T17:50:37.101+05:30Quenching My Thirst<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>When I reached the winch I was surprised to find different seating arrangements. Facing the direction that we would move was a bench with a wonderful tilt. A business class seat, I thought, may be reserved for the officers. The other bench that would take us backwards was stiff with a perfect 90! This one may be for the staff I guessed. I preferred traveling business class and since no eyebrows were raised I found myself comfortable. The officer then joined in and he preferred the economy class. I wondered why?</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Its time for the joyride and here I go. Slowly The Winch moved taking us along. I had no idea of the route whatsoever. We were moving along the huge pipes carrying the waters to the plant. After some moments I suddenly felt something is happening. I was beginning to straighten up from my tilting position. The people in the economy class had moved below my sight of vision. The winch had its face pointing down the valley as now it had reached the mountain edge. To give you an idea of the steepness, just imagine, my knee was in line with the opposites forehead. 26 degrees!!!! Oh no! Now I realize why that officer preferred the opposite seat. It took 20 minutes for a distance of 650mts. This mode of transport, however, does not come cheap. It costs a TNEB for all the power consumed and the maintenance with the winch moving 6 times down and 6 times up each day.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Last month one of the officials fell off the winch at night and he was only found unconscious, after 2 hours of hunting. Lucky guy, the bears or the leopards didn’t find him before the poor trainee engineers succeed in their tough assignment. He still remains hospitalized!</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I have always being very eager to have a closer look at the wild. Residing near the Victoria gardens and zoo, I have seen almost all sorts of animals. But seeing them in their natural habitat is different. “Do you want to have a forest drive tonight?” asked one of the officials. That was exactly what I have been thirsty for. At night after dinner we left for a jungle safari.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A few yards out of the guest house and we saw rabbits. All along the way they were there playing in the darkness of the night. With passing time we had moved into the Forest reserves of Indira Gandhi National Park at Mudumalai. It was only possible to enter these places since the EB officials were with us. Public are not allowed to travel here at night. My eyes had turned nocturnal and excited to see the elephants that I have been longing to see. And there, a herd of seven! This was bliss for me. Just besides the roadside they were grazing. Through out the 2 1/2 hours drive we happen to see around 20-25 of them, some in herds of a family and some reserved characters. At some joint they were so close to our car that if I had my arms out I could have touched them. I was stunned seeing them all. At night these natives conquer the roadside. Some distance further we saw a big bull like creature grazing. Our driver turned the car for the head beam to hit the field so that we can have a clear look at the animal. Our car was almost perpendicular to the road now. To my surprise it was a mighty Bison. With the beam on his face he gave us a nasty look. It was like he wanted to tell us "leave me alone" cos we are in his home and not in the zoos that we imprison them. Besides them, to my fortune we saw lots of deers. Some spotted ones and some were not. Some had straight pair of horns while some had them branched. Some little ones and also a few Sambar, the bull-deers. At one point we saw something moving across the road. As we approached it we realized it was a porcupine and halted for it to cross the road. When it found itself in the bright spot, it was ready with its defense. It had its pines all frilled up as it slipped away in the shrubs.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook L', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>What a contrasting sip of life I've had? U.S. so very urbanized and these naturals, so wild. It is difficult to pick the flick. Being urbanized, I cannot live here in these forests for long. Having my social life based in Bombay, I cannot live in any other city for long. Don’t you feel I have had a perfect balance to have a sip of all flavors of living and yet at the end of the day know that I will return home someday? Life is too short to live it up in all its abundance, but even then I feel . . . . . <b>I have quenched my thirst!</b></i></span></span></div>
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