Saturday, April 14, 2012

Why I Love the Girl I Love


I don't know why I love her. I just do it.

Whenever I talk to her, I forget all my worries. It simply doesn't matter what kind of mood I am in. 

I wont lie. It was not love at 1st sight. I don't even clearly remember our first meeting. (I hope she remembers, I would love to talk to her about this). But something did happen to me. Also I was not kind of a guy who liked to mix a lot. I was introvert, kept to myself and I was boring.

Slowly I started noticing her. She was fun loving, carefree and confident. She smiled a lot, and the way she did it. She was everything, I was not. I used to secretly wish to become like her. And then I started falling in love with her. 

I started looking for ways to talk to her. I still remember the first time I needed to talk to her. I was literally shivering. But slowly I realized that even she was looking for ways to talk to me. I doubt if anything else till than has given me more happiness.

And then we started talking. I realized she was carefree only when she was having fun, otherwise she was a very caring person. Slowly my love and respect for her grew.

When I look back, I fail to understand, why did she fall for me. 

Every moment spent with her is special and I remember most of them. But there are few very close to my heart.  I am not writing those here. I am going to talk to her about those. Actually I should have done it long back.  And then there are few that I dream of spending with her.

Oh, by the way, I am no more an introvert or a guy who does not enjoy his life. Quite a lot of credit has to go to her for bringing this positive change in my life.

I have loads of fun and try to enjoy every moment. But then I am a normal guy. Sometimes I feel frustrated, dejected. And I just pick up the phone and dial her number. The reason I love to talk to her is because, I know I do not have to lie to her.

When I talk to my parents, they expect me to be responsible. When I talk to my friends they expect me to be strong and determined. When I talk to my brother/cousins/relatives they want me to behave like a grown up. But when I talk to her, I can be myself.

I know, even she expects me to be responsible/strong and determined. But she doesn't mind when I go to her and tell her that "I am tired and I need a break". And she understands. To her I can go and tell that I am exhausted and i feel like giving up. She never says "Aise karne se kaise chalega". She will listen and then say something which simply charges me up. Somehow she manages to draw all the negativity out of my mind.

I guess these are lots of selfish reasons for love. And I still don't know why I love her.

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Hmm.. so dear now stop grinning. There are few things I do not like about you. And you know what does things are.

And yes I miss you a lot, and I also miss the old you few times.




Monday, April 2, 2012

A journey from 1996 to 2011

On 31st March 2011 (the day after India had beaten Pakistan to secure a place in the 2011 World cup final) my FB status said:

"For many years now.. I have read it on many newspapers, Watched it on TV/Internet, heard it on FM.. but I have never felt it.. this Saturday.. When India beats SL.. I wanna feel it.."

I had no clue what kind of feeling it was going to be. But when it finally came, like many others, I felt like king of the world. I was happy, I was satisfied. I was out on the streets, I was dancing with strangers. I was shouting at top of my voice, I was going crazy and I had every rights to go crazy.

I don't remember how I got hooked to cricket. Probably it comes naturally to most of the Indians. Even now when computer games are replacing most of the outdoor activities, you can still see children playing cricket outside. Cricket is one of the very few things that unites this vast country.

1996 world cup was a memorable one. Jadeja slaughtering Waqar all around the park, and Prasad giving royal send off to Shoail will always be one of my most cherished moments. Although loosing to Sri Lanka in the semifinal was disappointing, I was not hurt. I was not hooked to cricket emotionally.

1999  world cup was even boring. The only memory i have from this is the 318 run partnership between Ganguly and Dravid against Sri Lanka. I loved that innings so much that, in one of my school exams i described the entire match (Essay on an outing with uncle)

2003 world cup was a good one for us. As the tournament progressed i started believing that we can actually win this. And till date I feel we did not loose the final to Australia but we lost it to pressure of being in the final.
The sixes that Sachin hit of Caddick and Akthar will remain itched in my memory for ever.

2007 world cup was humiliating. Losing to Bangladesh and getting out of the tournament in the 1st round itself was not acceptable.

2011 world cup turned out to be a dream come true. We had the team to win it. And the way Yuvraj reacted after beating Australia confirmed me that we were going to win the it. The following Semi Final and Final matches brought back all the childhood superstitions back. We fought real hard to win both the matches. I don't know about the players, but I was really really tensed.
When the six finally sealed the world cup for us, We conquered the world that day. No words can possibly describe the feelings.



I just wanna thank the India cricket team for making us proud. 2nd April will always be a special day for us. I can safely bet that the world cup win must have made many people to forget their problems and jump in joy. I certainly did.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Rahul Dravid - You will be missed

The Wall


Rahul Dravid retired yesterday. He finally did. It did not come as a surprise. With India not playing any test match in near future, probably everyone was expecting this. At least I was.

I am not going talk about the 180 @ Eden148 @ Headingley233 @ Adelaide or the 270 @ Rawalpindi. Great men are supposed to play great innings. These innings did not create Rahul Dravid, he scripted these innings. He did not pull anything special out of the box. He was doing what he was capable of doing. There was nothing extraordinary. 

I have never been a big fan of Rahul Dravid. Blame it on the movies or fiction books. Most of them show the lead protagonist as a super hero and not just a mere mortal. And RD is just a mortal.

Now, I have never met RD. Nor I have met SRT or Brian Lara. When I watch SRT or Lara play, I feel something special, something divine. They were definitely destined to success and greatness.They were born to play cricket. RD was not born to play cricket. But he chose to and he was determined. And he finished his career way ahead of Lara and second only to SRT.

RD represented a common average man. A guy just like any other next door. But he showed what determination can do for you. How an ordinary human being can succeed at the highest level. How to stand tall when even the God (SRT) himself is failing.

Another aspect of Dravid's career is his selflessness. In real life we know of many people who keep there personal desires hidden and give more priority to their family or their loved one's. Dravid loved playing Cricket for India. And he gave everything he had for the Indian Cricket team. I can bet, he did not like keeping wickets in ODI. But he did. Again he never liked to open the innings, But he did. He could have said NO. But he did not. Because he knew this was in the interest of the team and if he had to come out of his comfort zone and work harder, he was up for it.

Then another highlight of his spotless career was the way he carried himself on the field. I doubt we will ever come across any other sports man who carries himself with more dignity. He knows he plays a game which is followed most of the Indian population and Kids. He knows what kind of legacy he wants to leave behind for them.

I have a confession to make here. Even I have switched off the TV many times, when Dravid Comes out to bat in test. Not because I do not like the way he bats. Oh I love his cover drives and pull shots. But I know The Indian innings is in safe hand and nothing bad is gonna happen for couple of hours at least.

When SRT comes out to bat, I always feel like what if he gets out next ball, but when RD bats, I know he is going to stay. He calms my nerves down.

I liked it when he said his return to the real world could inculde dropping his sons off at school and shopping groceries. He again reminded us that he is a mere mortal. Just like you and me.

We will miss you Dravid. And you have given us a lot to cherish. We could not have asked for more.

The Wall will always stand tall.



Sunday, January 1, 2012

How I spent 2011 - Reliving the best moments

On 1st Jan 2011, My FaceBook status said " In the fond memory of 2010: It was a good year. But I can not say I ll miss it, coz one of the things 2010 taught me is tomorrow always comes....".

As 2012 is setting in, I sit and look back into 2011. I can definitely say I had more smiles than disappointments in 2011.

2nd April 2011 was one of the best days of life. I personally did not achieve anything that day. But like most of the Indians I felt like the King of the World. That night brought out tears of joy.

Jan 2011:
As always Jan 1 started with Lots of drinks, food, fun and friends.
But the best memories of Jan was Goa trip. This was my 2nd trip to Goa. When I am there I always feel like I have stolen few days from my own life. Prakash, Nishant, Sameer and Amit were my partners in crime this time.
From Left to Right: Nishant, Prakash, Me, Sameer, Amit
Guys, I ll not forget the Shots, Volleyball game, The hunt for the Sun Rise, The game to find out who is the most Kamina, Nishant's quest to drawn me and Prakash's  gala kharab hai. It was all fun.It was here only I realized few things in life does not change.

Me @ Anjuna beach in 2011


Me @ Anjuna beach in 2008
Feb 2011:
The month my brother got married. And gave me a very sweet bhabi.Took a break of two weeks from office. Worked hard and had fun like crazy for this. I love my family. I love them.
My Family
Mar 2011:
The world cup fever @ its peak. All the matches speak for themselves. But what stands out is epic clash between India and Pakistan. These pics will tell you the story of my feelings.

5th Wicket

6th Wicket

7th Wicket

8th Wicket

9th Wicket

10th Wicket

Apr 2011:
And a six sealed it. We conquered the world on 2nd April. No words can describe the feelings. probably this video will.



This was the day I danced with strangers on the street. This was the day when Everything was Possible.

Then AV's (arpit's) birthday celebrations was first in the series of crazy celebrations with my roomies @ Tulip-101.






May 2011:
May was an becoming an uneventful month till Hampi happened. Its an amazing place to go and see some the most beautiful architecture of Ancient India. Some of the pics:


Jun 2011:
I completed 1 year in Hyderabad. Had a nice party. And this is the month I read "Tuesdays with Morries", and my interest in books was reignited. Sorry No pics for this month.

Jul 2011:
I completed 4 years of professional life and wrote something for the 1st time. Warning you its not good.
But best was another trip to home and the Chillar party- Birthday celebrations of Aanya and Krish.



July ended with a trip to Dudhsagar.Easily best place i visited in 2011.

Aug 2011:
My Birthday falls on 8th. Nothing much happened that day. But i wrote another article on Dudhsagar. Do read this one.
Mid August, I went to Banglore to meet my College friends. Relived the VIT moments. But while I was there, On 14th night i was asked my a stranger "Tum Hindu ho ya Muslim"? I never knew why he asked this. But It did not feel nice.
But what stole the show in August was our trip to Bhawani Islands. Its a very nice place in Vijaywada. Few pics:
Entering the islands

As if there is no tomorrow
Sept 2011:
September was the 1st time my FB status said "Lalit Agarwalla is bored to death.". This month Indian Cricket team traveled to England and was beaten 4-0. I joined guitar classes.On teacher's day I dedicated this to my teachers. And I again request if anyone of you can help me with this.

Oct 2011:
We had lots of parties without any reason this month. We ate out almost every other day. Started playing badminton regularly. We just landed up at each other's place and had loads of fun. It felt like I have either gone mad or have become a teenager again

Then came Diwali, and I was off to home again. Nothing cheers you up more than spending Diwali at home. 
Diwali Puja




Nov 2011:
November was probably the dullest month for me in terms of outdoor activities. I also discontinued my guitar classes this month. But I did have quite a few moments which I will cherish for ever.
To make the month more boring India played WI in a meaning less series. Sachin did not score his 100th Century. This month could have been much better had Aussies been bundled out for less than 25 @ Capetown. They were 21-9 at one point of time and went on to score 47.

Dec 2011:
Dec started with Aikya-4th Annual day celebrations of Pegasystems. I guess this was only the 3rd time i have gone on to a stage for performing something. But I enjoyed every moment of it. This was probably my best day in Pegasystems till now.



Then One of my best friend, Gaurav, got married in this month. We had an amazing time in his wedding. His wedding and most importantly his family taught us few very important things of life.

And then there was Annual day celebrations @ Angel & Krish's school. This day made me realize that Girls are born dancer and guys are simply nuts by birth.


Finally 2011 ended with a nice party @ f-lounge.

In a nut shell, I had an amazing 2011. I have no regrets no complains. 2011 was a good year for my personal and social life. In 2012, I hope to continue this and I ll try to make sure I have a better professional year as well.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Sanghi Parivar

Ok, Before you start reading this, Let me warn you. If you are not a Marwari, that too from Sanghi Family who hails from Kanwat, Rajasthan (Garg gotra), then this blog might not interest you. Still, I request you, if you can, please share this on your profile or website or anywhere, so that this blog has some chance of achieving what is aims to.
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This July, My Dad showed me a hand written note made by my grand father. The paper had turned yellow. Ink had faded. It was difficult to read what was written.It appeared like a big flow chart has been drawn on a small piece of paper. My father told me, it's our family tree. Your grand father has very carefully traced out our genealogy on this paper. I tried a little harder and I could read my father's and uncle's name at the bottom of the paper.

And my father told me that he wanted to make sure this family tree is properly maintained. This was not a tough task. I promptly took out my laptop and created a word document and also added my, my brother's and my cousin's name to the list. It was all very simple.

You can download the family tree from here.

As you can see, it traces our family to 8 generations back. But it traces only My Grand father's Father's (Marked in red colour) family. It does not say anything about any of his brother's family. And also we have no idea who they are. And suddenly my dad told me that he wanted to expand this family tree to include them and also get in touch with at least one of them.

This is a tough task. How do I do this? Agreed Internet has shrunk this world. But how can I search for someone or rather someone's descendants after 4 generations. And only thing we have is their first name. Then one day I saw this Airtel 3G Facebook AD (Kanthilal). And I thought, I got to try something similar.

So friends here I am trying my luck out. I m not very sure or confident that this will work. But as they say: "You risk failure when you are trying. But by not trying you ensure it."

Request you to get in touch with me at lkaagarwalla@gmail.com. or leave a comment ,in case you happen to be part of this tree  or you know some one who is.

Also request all of you to share this, so that I have some chance of fulfilling my father's small wish.

Here is the link again. If you are not able to access the link, here is how my family tree looks.
Family tree, Sanghi Parivar, Garg Gotra, Kanwat-Rajasthan


Monday, September 5, 2011

Thank you, Sir


Life does not come with a manual. Most of us need someone to guide us through the initial phase of life.
I was lucky to have some very good teachers as my guide.

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One of Kabeer's doha says:

                Guru Govind Dono Khade, Kako Lagoon Paay,
                Balihari Guru Aapki, Jin Govind Diyo Batay.

When I was in school, i was made to learn this. And if i can remember correctly what it means is:
Kabir says, if teacher and God both are standing before him, he will first bow to his teacher and not to God". And he explains why.

Now for most of my life I have been an atheist. So I never had to choose between God and anyone else. But if I have to choose someone as God, I will opt for my parents and/or my teachers.  This teacher’s day, I pay my respect to some of my teachers.

I was born in Rairangpur, a small town in Mayurbhanj district in the Indian state of Orissa. Now, 26 years later, I am working for a multinational company. I would not say success has already kissed me, as there are plenty of things that I still need to achieve. But whatever I have become today is the result of many factors. 

We all meet many teachers/professors during our school/college days. We love to bunk classes, make fun of them. And we hardly ever like to listen to them. But sometimes we come across someone special and few things in life changes. We probably do not realize the change at that very moment. But when we look back to our school/College days, we always remember them with  smile and gratitude.

Now I have been lucky to have been tutored by some great teachers. I probably do not remember them for what they taught me, but I will always be indebted to them for making me believe in myself. It’s not what they taught made them special, but it’s how they taught.

I went to school (Sri Aurobindo Integral Education Centre) only because my parents got me enrolled. But I was only 4 then. Was I supposed to know what happens in school? My overall performance was average. I made some friends. (I am still in touch with few of them)

There was one guy who was very smart, hardworking. He always used to come first in everything, be is academics, quiz or sports. Then this happened. One of the teachers (Patra Sir) told that guy, you may be better than Lalit (that’s me) today, but mark my words "one day Lalit will be more successful than you". I never knew what prompted him to say this, but that was a huge confidence booster for me. There was someone who showed more faith in me, than I had in myself. For the records, that smart guy is still way ahead of me and I wish him all the best. I hope someday my teacher’s word will come true. But competing with him is not what I want, and also I realize this is not what my teacher must have meant.

After I passed class V, I needed to change my school. The choice for new school was not a tough one. There were only 3 schools in my town for class VI onwards. And all of them taught till class X. Out of these 3, one was for girls only. To make the choice even simpler, I have not even heard of one of them, and my two elder brothers were already studying in the other one. So I ended up in Rairangpur High school.

In class VI, Mr. Munindra Nath Parida came as math teacher. I went to him for my private tuitions as well. Now everyone knows the saying "you can take the horse to water, but you cannot make it drink". But he made me drink. It was him, who actually ignited the fire in me. It was him who taught the value of education in life. I owe him lot for making me what I am today.

For class VIII-X, I went to Mr. Kali Prasanna Mohanta for my private tuitions. What I learnt from him is -- Yes Education is important in life, But it’s not everything, and you learn only when you enjoy it. Best part, he never made me mug up any formulae, he encouraged to figure out a way so that it strikes you, rather than just mugging it up.

Anyways, I wrote Xth exams, and passed with dissent marks. And the need was now to search for a college.There was only one in the town. And my marks in Xth were not good enough to get me admitted to any other better colleges outside my town. And I joined Rairangpur college for my XIIth (+2).

But before I could join College, I needed to decide the stream I wanted to join. We had options of Science, Commerce, Arts. Now if your marks are good you take Science, if average than Commerce and bad then Arts. That’s how the streams are decided in my town and it hardly depends on personal choice. My marks were good enough to get me a seat in Science. One of my elder brothers was already in science and the other in commerce. But my elder brother and father decided I will not be able to tackle the pressure of science, and hence I should be joining Commerce. And I agreed.

 Then entered Mr. Kishore Behera. He somehow convinced my father to get me enrolled into science. He has never met me before. And his reasons were simple, if he does not do well; he can always switch to commerce in +3.  One more incident of someone else having more faith in me than I had in myself. Later I went to him for private Chemistry classes. He was one of the very few teachers in the town who actually cared to teach things that were being taught to other students in better colleges.

I always loved Mathematics. I was fond of solving problems. I loved the very funda of Calculus, 2/3-D geometry, equations, and numbers. But I hated one particular topic, “Probability”. One particular day i got so fed up, I just I told my math teacher, Mr. Hemanta Giri, I cannot do these sums and it’s a waste of time for me to try and solve them as I will never be able to solve them. Then came his reply. Which I will never ever forget in life. He simply told me: "Lalit If you think, You cannot do these sums and you do not understand these sums, Then it’s better for me to stop teaching this. If I cannot make you understand, there is no one in the entire college who will understand this". I don’t remember what my reaction was. I almost went blank. Here is one more teacher who has more belief in me than I have in myself.

This is how the college years came to an end. Then I joined Vellore Institute of Technolgy for my B-Tech. But by then, I had full confidence in me. I saw people from all part of India from some very good colleges there, and I told myself I might have come from a small place and yet I am there rubbing shoulders with them. So there is no need for me to be afraid of anyone. But it was because of all those teachers who have helped me develop all that confidence in me. And how I performed in VIT, well all my friends know about it.

Thank you Sir, I will always be indebted to all of you.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

A trip to DudhSagar

Its good to plan. Even if they don't work every time, planning gives you a sense of security. But if you plan a lot for an adventurous outing, it might become boring.

The only part in our trip to DudhSagar that was planned was return bus tickets. And it turned out to be one of my best outings till date.

Before I start with my story, let me introduce my mates who were with me when we trekked to Dudhsagar.
From left to right: Gagan, Vidhu, Karthik,Lalit(me),Rafeeque,Sharath. And Sameer is taking this picture.
All the pictures are taken by either Sharath or Sameer.
the gang 

We ended up going out that weekend probably only because we have missed out on our trip to SriShelam the week before. We planned SriShelam trip almost 10 days in advance.

On july 26 Gagan posted the suggestion of Dudhsagar on facebook. We just said yes without taking it seriously. On 28th the tickets were booked. I was like what the hell. On 29th I went to meet other guys thinking probably they will have a plan. And no body had any idea, other than what omniscient google has to say. The only thing we could find was we have to carry every thing from food items, to mosquito repellent as there is very little chance of finding anything there.

And finally on July 29th evening we boarded the bus to belgaum, with very little clue about our next steps. And only in the bus I realized even our seats are not together. But that did not dampen our spirit.

Day-1
The Begining
We got down at Belgaum @ 6 in the morning.  We asked the locals there about how we can reach DudhSagar. And we were told we have to go to Mollem first. Now the bus that we got down from goes through Mollem. Now we needed to find out another way of reaching till Mollem. We tried hiring cab(very expensive for our budget), Train -- Nothing at that time, So we ended up boarding another bus to Mollem. It took us 3 hours to reach Mollem. But it is one of the most beautiful and dangerous bus journey I had ever done. Yes both beautiful and dangerous.

The start of the bus journey was uneventful. After some time the view became beautiful. All you can see were trees, with natural shade on the road. It was like walking through jungle. And as we started gaining some altitude, a very dense fog engulfed us. We were seating on the first 3 rows of the bus. So we should have had clear view of the road. but because of the fog nothing was visible. And the road was full of curves (Hair pin curves). It felt  like the driver is driving not by seeing the road but by experience and intuition. To make things more interesting, it even started to rain.

Fog on the way to Mollem
We got down at Mollem @ 11. Again asked the locals about how to reach DudhSagar. And they told we have to go to Collem. Another 20 minutes journey by bus. In the mean while we tried to find out if there is any place  at DudhSagar where we can spend the night, or tents available on rent which we can carry. To our surprise we were told  we can easily get a place to stay there by talking to the locals there.

In any case we boarded another bus to Collem and we were there by 11.30. 
The other thing that we knew about our trip was we have to trek along the railway track for around 10 km. 
As soon as we reached Collem we can see the railway track. Some guides were also available there. They have bikes and you can ride pillion with them if you want. now we had to decide whether we want to walk 10 km or just ride comfortably. It was a easy decision, we chose to walk and that was the best decision we took.

The Trek
As soon as we stared trekking, it started to rain again. Till now we were being saved by bus. but now we have to take care of our luggage. we quickly took our wind cheaters, rain coat, umbrella and hid what ever we can.
The trek starts
It's little difficult to walk along the railway track but it has some of its own benefits also. If you notice there are two milestones (white and yellow on each side of track), they helped us to track our progress. And every km crossed gave us more energy.

When we started the trek it was raining. But it stopped raining in some time. And rain continued to play hide and seek with us. When ever we stopped to take a break, even the rain stopped and the moment we started again, so did the rain, as if rain was also part of our gang.

Yes we were walking in rain, yes we needed to walk 10 km but the scenic beauty the track provided took away all the pain. The green forest, the grey railway track, the approaching trains, the dark tunnels, numerous milk white water falls along the way and whenever the trees allowed to see the cloud covered horizon made the journey a melting pot of such natural beauties that it was a pleasure to walk.
Green Forest, Grey Railway Track & Cloud covered Horizon

Dark Tunnels

Approaching Trains
We met few railways worker on the way and also came across some of the smallest railway platforms I have ever seen. And we kept asking them whether we are on the right track, how much further, will we get something to eat some where. We all knew the answers to these questions but still we kept asking. And to our surprise, one of us told that there is a Bar near one of the stations, and we can get beer from there but food will be a problem. Beer was ruled out because we did not want to walk after drinking and carrying extra weight of bottles was a strict No-No. We took break, ate biscuits and glucose which we were carrying. '

The one thing this confirmed is Reliance might be behind the line"karlo duniya mutthi main" but its actually KingFisher who has the duniya mutthi main.

The First Shight
And after walking for around 9 km, we got a glimpse of the DudhSagar fall. The fall was still 1-1.5 km away. What we saw took our breath away. And we realized something so gigantic and powerful can also be so soothing and calming. It took away all our tiredness and we marched towards our destination with renewed energy. 
Love @ First Sight
The Fall
We had to pass through a split tunnel to reach the Falls. And the split tunnel actually added to the aura of the fall. It was like walking through a divine opening to witness the fall falling from the heaven. When we finally made it to the falls, we were spell bound. On one side The magnificent fall was falling down from sky and on the other side, water was rushing across the green forest. 






The Fall

Other Side

Night @ DudhSagar
We had stared trekking around 11.45 A.M. and we reached DudhSagar around 5.30 P.M. Yes, we were tired. And we remembered that some one at Collem has told us we can get a place to stay easily by talking to some locals here. But now we realized, its not going to be so easy. And locals, there were none, You either see tourists there or people working @ the railway station. Some one told us we can either go back now, A train schedule to come in 1 hour (yes you can board a train to come to DudhSagar, but its no fun), or we can spend the night at either a church or the railway station and leave the next day.

So we started walking towards the Church, which was 1 km away from the fall and little distance before the railways station.Now when some one thinks of a church at least an average sized white building with a cross on the top comes to mind. And hence we were high on hopes of spending the night comfortably. But when we reached the church, what we saw were: Few stairs leading to a 3-walled room with tin roof. It had a statue of mother Mary inside and a bell (which normally is found in temples). We did not bother to stop at the church and kept walking to the railways station. The railways station was even smaller and hence we came back to church and agreed to spend the night there.
The Blue Church :)


Now we had decided to spend the night in the church. We had 2 torch lights with us. And it was getting darker. We had no idea how dark the night can be. So we decided to collect some dry wood and lit a fire. But because of the rain, we could not found a single piece of dry wood. Not even in the tunnels. We tried to get some kerosene from the people at the railway station. It was a very difficult task. Not that the people there were not helpful, but getting stuffs there was so difficult that no body wanted to part with what ever they had. But some how we manged to get some out of them, and came back happily to the church.

We had our dinner. Bread and Jam that we were carrying. And after some gossip we tried to lit the fire. Now we tried almost everything, but we were unable to light fire. Blame it on the wet wood, or our inexperience, we just could not light fire. After several failed attempts we had no other choice but to give up. After some time we realized that we needed some kind of light otherwise, its going to be very difficult.
 Gagan and Vidhu saw lots of molten wax in a stand before Mother Mary, and they built candles out of those wax and took turn to make sure those kept burning. Soon it was pitch dark. Quite a few number of engines kept passing every hour. And they were happy enough to stop if anyone wanted a lift from DudhSagar to Collem or Londa. But we had decided to enjoy the night and hence we stayed there. 

Day-2
Early Morning
This was a Sunday morning. We got up @ 4.30 in the morning, only because a train has stopped right in front of the church and was blowing its horn with full power. And then around 60-70 people got down from the train. And for the first time we realized DudhSagar is a very popular tourist place. People come early in the morning by train, spend some time there and go back in the evening by the return train or by boarding any of the engines.
It was still quite dark, and we have to make place for all those people in the church. Every one was waiting for the first ray of light so that they can go and enjoy the waterfall.  
Once there was light, we also left for a last view of the fall. It was drizzling. There was very dense fog, and we could hardly see the top of the fall. It was nature its best. The beauty can not be described in words. You have to be there to witness that beauty. And it is now why the fall was named DudhSagar. The flow of water was milky white.

Return to Belgaum and to Hyderabad
Around 11 in the morning, we decided its time to say good bye to DudhSagar. But no one from us was in mood to trek back. So we boarded a train to Londa and from Londa to Belgaum. Now DudhSagar does not have a ticket counter, So you are at the mercy of ticket collector if you are boarding a passenger train and not just a engine, or a goods train. We booked a hotel in Belgaum and rested there till evening and boarded the bus back to Hyderabad in the evening.

For people interested to Visit DudhSagar
1. Trek from Collem to DudhSagar - ~10 km along the railway track
2. Trek from CastleRock to DudhSagar - ~ 15 km along the railway
3. Board a train to DudhSagar from Belgaum

If planning to stay there or trek, always carry food, First aid stuffs, dry clothes and torch lights. And dont forget a very good camera. Its a paradise for a photographer.

More Pics
A Closer View

Dark Tunnel

The Journey

First Sight

The Split Tunnel

View from DudhSagar