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Humorous Still? Top 10 Humor blogs in BlogAdda's #WIN15 AWARDS

Ever told a joke and went "Hahaha' about it with sepulchral silence in the audience? You must have felt that creeping red on the face and the uncomfortable feeling that someone has set your ears on fire, even if the audience is not exactly dialing the number of the nearest mental hospital urgently? THAT is exactly why someone blogging on humor keeps looking eagerly for comments. No 'LOL's;

Trek to Valley of Flowers with GIO - To Badrinath, Mana and back

First Part :To Auli;Second Part:To Ghangaria; Third Part:To Valley of Flowers;Fourth Part: To Hemkund Sahib; Fifth Part: To Badrinath, Mana and Back It rained all night again but, needless to say, we were much less perturbed this time since we had sort of assumed that the trek was ended. The only worry was whether the weather would cause the Uttaranchal government to stop people from

Trek to Valley of Flowers with GIO - To Hemkund Sahib

First Part :To Auli;Second Part:To Ghangaria; Third Part: To Valley of Flowers;Fourth Part: To Hemkund Sahib; Fifth Part: To Badrinath, Mana and Back The cavalry regiment was back with a vengeance. Whether it was the forced 'demotion' or the previous day or the fact that the Hemkund Sahib trek was supposed to be far tougher than the previous day's trek, I do not know. It started off

Trek to Valley of Flowers with GIO - To Valley of Flowers

First Part :To Auli;Second Part:To Ghangaria; Third Part:To Valley of Flowers; Fourth Part: To Hemkund Sahib; Fifth Part: To Badrinath, Mana and Back The cavalry regiment suffered a major setback today. No mules were permitted on the route to Valley of Flowers. The horse-warriors had to, perforce, descend ignominiously to the ground and trudge along with the infantry or had the choice

Trek to Valley of Flowers with GIO - To Ghangaria

The First Part here: To Auli There may be those intrepid trekkers, who disdain to travel by vehicles when they could walk; beings who could walk all day, arrive at the camp at 6 PM and bemoan the fact that the day's trek was too short to challenge them. I would have called them mythical beings, but for the fact that I have had the misfortune to trek along with a few of them. All I can say

Trek to Valley of Flowers with GIO - To Auli

Deja vu! There we were, Chandru and I, hair in a braid (Of course, only metaphorically. What did you think? That I had started using obscure herbs culled from the Amazon basin?), waiting in Haridwar to be picked up by the vehicle that would take us onward to the trek in the Valley of Flowers. Once again. Except that this one was a sponsored trek - sponsored by GIO. Being monuments of patience,

Homo Motoris

I must have been living in some other world all this while. A world in which I merely looked on the roads and thought that, when you put the brakes on a vehicle, it automatically started the horn blowing. True that there was this theory that blowing your horn would set the vehicle before you moving but, having seen no evidence of it, I refused to believe that the drivers of these vehicles still

Agree to disagree

Life would have been far easier for me but for that fact that, from childhood, I had developed a quaint notion that I should not say a thing unless I really meant it. Apparently, there are fine nuances to the idea and it is quite all right to say what you do not mean in what are called 'social circumstances'. Fine, or even coarse, nuances totally escape me - and, to this day, if you used the

Dangerous Charity

I still remember that day in Haridwar when my friend made the mistake of giving alms to one beggar. Within seconds, so many beggars had materialized from thin air, around us, that we could hardly move. Why they do it will always be a mystery - I am sure that, thanks to the fact that anyone giving alms is bound to be pestered by everyone seeking alms in the town, people are being warned not to

Mere 'achche din'

When I landed in Delhi, armed with some bookish knowledge of Hindi, I little realized that over the next few years my conversational lingo would be reduced to just one word. Well, actually, I was not really thinking in terms of conversations to start with. It was my first job and I was thinking more in terms of whether I could fool my employer into thinking that I was actually worth keeping.