The Return

I have returned from Rishikesh. And I have a few things.
The Water is Cold
The water of the holy Ganges is cold, take my word for it. While rafting, I had more than a few drops of water sprinkled on me, and "I felt the chill", so to speak.
Rafting is Amazing
Rafting is amazing, yes I tried for the first time. The kick, the rush, the high or whatever you call it is amazing.
Paragliding is better
It lasts a short while, about 3 minutes, but its amazing. The views are breathtaking from up there, and just the sensation of being above the ground is sensational.
Water Skiing is good too
Rather decent.
NOTE: I AM NOT AN ADRENALINE JUNKIE

The Geek Question
Who or what is a geek?
You'd normally thinks its that nerdy kinda person you meet, but if you check a dictionary, like I did, this is one of the definitions that you get:-

A carnival performer whose show consists of bizarre acts, such as biting the head off a live chicken.

Rather cool, isnt it? Think twice before calling someone a geek!

Discovering Punjab

The reason I haven't been posting for some time now is that I was discovering Punjab. Yes, I was discovering Punjab. I didnt set off on an expedition to trample through the Punjabi country-side, I just went to Punjab for a week to attend a wedding of some weird cousin of mine, of whose existence I had no idea at all, till a week and a half ago. In the process I discovered Punjab, as I've never been there before, and it just so happens that I'm Punjabi.
The first thing that struck me (not like a bolt of lightning) was that everyone, without exception, was speaking in Punjabi.
TThe second thing that I noticed was the huge number of relatives that I have. Its unbelievable the number of cousins, aunts and uncles I have. Shocking. And I dont even know their names and how they're related to me.
The third thing that I noticed was that they all new me. All of them would go like "Dhruv nu vekh... kinna vadda ho gaya" (Look at Dhruv...he's grown up) or "Arun dey puttar nu vekh".
And the hospitatality is unparalleled in Punjab. Wherever you go these people offer you a lassi, milk, chai and stuff to eat. But they speak to you in Punjabi.
Then the laughter. AT ANY gathering of Punjabis, there will always be laughter. Its a rule. And exceedingly laugh, not discreet in any way. When Punjabis laugh, they want the world to know that they're laughing.
A memorable trip for me, a discovery of my so-called "true home". But I missed one thing: I wanted to visit Kasur, which is accross the border, and that where my agnate grand father hails from. Thats the place I would've been born if the famous partition had not been.

The 1st of June

The First day of June has arrived, and with every new month, I have new complaints to make.
-Pigeons, in my opinion, have way to much free time on their hands (or claws, or whatever they have instead of hands). These days, they're going out of their way to march, yes, march, on the upper shelf of my airconditioner. Just as I'm about to doze off, I hear them, "making their presence felt" in the most inconsiderate manner. I once compared them to an army, wearing hob-nailed boots, marching on a tin bridge, and once again I make the same comparison.
-I don't object to summer sports, its a great concept. But playing golf indoors is not a very smart idea. You must bear in mind that golf balls make an awful racket on concrete. And the sound carries. Add to that the fact that this golfer is a self-proclaimed addict, and you have a problem on your hands.
Enough complaining for the time being, to be sure.
On a side note, I've received an Apple iPod Photo (30Gb) from my father, as a pleasantly unexpected surprise. I am pleased.