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World Statistics Day

Today is the birthday of the very person whose brainchild and institute is my alma mater. Although I have never been exceptionally great at Statistics and my subject is basically Economics Prashanta Chandra Mahalanobis has always been the invisible teacher and mentor during our academic career and now in professional life also. It wouldn't have started here had it not been for our father of Statistics.
A proud ISIan. Forever and always.

Saree: Fabindia

Quote of the Week

I crave the ones who've seen confusion and known struggle; who have pulled themselves up from the shackles of heartache and strife, disappointment and darkness, exhaustion and drain and have risen with a heart as open and unwaveringly wide as the ocean itself. Give me those people. The brave, the vulnerable, the wise, the ones who care for a world, and how to better it along with themselves. To know their ability in making waves, in shifting patterns with tides and in creating change. Let us become that open ocean. And make it rise.

-- Victoria Erickson

Manali/4: the First Capital of Kullu

While planning the vacation we had picked one of the most over-commercialised, touristy places of India. Yet our trip ultimately got saved from being a stereotyped one. We did not visit Shimla. We did not visit Rohtang. We did not do paragliding at Solang Valley. Instead we rode our bike and headed straight for Naggar. And we stayed there for the last two days of the trip. The best two days – the highlight of the entire trip. The journey from Aleo to Naggar was short but unforgettable. We devoured the beauty of life-size portrait of the valley. We felt the rush of cool mountain air on our face. We gaped open-mouthedly at canopied stretch of road that popped out of nowhere. We halted to give room to a hoard of goats and felt even that to be a priceless part of our journey. But isn’t that what travel does to you? It brings back that version of you to life that dies a slow death everyday while performing the routine job of living.

Most people visit Naggar as part of day trip from Manali…

Travel Style/Manali

Packing for a trip to hill stations is a tricky affair. You never know how many warm clothes to take. And as much as I love mountains, I hate packing woolens. This time I took a risk and only packed a light stole for the entire trip. Needless to say, my risk paid off. Manali in May was barely cold. During daytime it was actually quite warm; even rain did not make it very chilly. I usually travel as light as possible. So I opted for travel friendly sneakers, one universal pair of jeans and a variety of tops. Moreover, I acquired few awesome pieces from Manali market itself. The coral top with tassels was a lucky find at Tibetan market and it cost only 400 bucks. No bargain.

Look 1: tshirt- abof, jeans-Mango, sneakers-Koovs
Look 2: top- Tibetan market, Manali, scarf- Global Desi
Look 3: tshirt- abof, skirt- Mirage

Quote of the Week

We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they are old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end and so it cannot fail.

-- John Green


You have known people You have loved them And hated them too Your mind is a haunting Mess of confusion Because you can never decide Which colour to fixate on Black or white Or is it the melancholy madness Of midnight blue It is easier to pick one side And become a faithful supporter But you are cursed With the malady Of feeling things Too deeply In the most conflicted way possible And you bleed  The shades of emptiness When Khonsu comes Creeping at night And ties your soul Into the knot of Infinity.

Manali/3: Rain, Trout and the Gods

Next morning when I opened my eyes the outside looked dimmer than usual through the curtain. Did I wake up early by mistake? Given the amount of made in Shimla wine I had gulped down last night that was almost impossible to happen. Then a familiar sound reached my ear. The muffled roaring sound of angry clouds clashing against each other. It was raining outside. I squinted my eyes and tried to think optimistically through grogginess. Rain in the mountain is something you come mentally prepared for. I told myself that this rain would soon.
Sky was completely cleared by afternoon (despite someone’s announcement that google was showing non-stop rain for next seven days) and we headed for our today’s destination – the monastery. Gadhan Thekchhokling Gompa or more popularly known as the Tibetan Monastery of Manali is only a toddler compared to its many other Himalayan counterparts. It was built in 1969 by the Tibetan refugees who came and settled here. It follows the oldest Vajrayana sect…

Quote of the Week

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

-- Agatha Christie


Your soul is the colour of midnight
It is easier To hide the bruises In the safety of Darkness That's why White looks so good  On you.

Manali/2: the Valley

Before coming on every trip I usually emphasize the most on two things – where to eat and where to shop. Today we decided to head for one such place that is pretty much the second best spot to eat in entire Manali as per the expert travelers – Casa Bella Vista. By the time I had become fairly comfortable riding our bike through the bumpy roads of Manali (It gets bumpiest between the bridge to Mall Road and Aleo where we stayed. The previous day I thought I was going home with a dislocated hip joint.)
If you are a true explorer (read NOT a newly married north Indian of either gender or middle class Bengali man travelling with his entire clan) you would love old Manali and despise its younger counterpart. Take the uphill road right off Mall Road and soon you would discover the ambiance around is quickly changing. Old, colonial buildings, quaint bookshops, caf├ęs with blackboards announcing live music, silver trinket shops – old Manali is basically hipster’s paradise with great mountain …

On a Rainy Afternoon

I am not a monsoon girl. I get depressed by cloudy, gloomy day. To me, rain is synonymous with damp pile of garbage on the roadside, clogged drain and traffic jam. Yes, one of the 'perks' of growing up in a crappy metropolitan city, doesn't leave much room for romanticism. However, these days I can be found every now and then searching the sky for one piece of those water-bellied cumulonimbus bastards. When storm came the other day I was right in the middle of the exam hall, writing my half-yearly departmental exam. Needless to say, my writing speed went up instantaneously. No matter how nice the chilliness of AC feels nothing can beat the fun of a rain-soaked summer night. The prospect of sleeping with the window open, watching those sudden flashes in the sky made me forget to cringe at the thought of overflowing drenched dumpsters. And yes, the post-shower Rabindra Sarovar was looking damn beautiful.

Manali/1: Arrival

Until almost a month ago the plan was to visit Chibo, this picturesque hamlet in the district of Kalimpong. Then while checking the flights our respective jaws almost dropped to the ground (screw the airlines companies and their oligopolistic pricing) and as always I just blurted out my true wish. “Let’s go to Himachal instead!” However the sudden change of mind was received without any brickbat and I was represented with the next choice. Dharamshala or Manali? Umm to be honest my heart’s deepest, truest desire was neither of the two. It was the third one – Spiti. But time was luxury commodity and I thought perhaps it would be prudent to start the Himachal Pradesh chapter with an easier option. After two days of absolute confusion and dilemma (damn my INFP mind) I picked Manali. Reason? Well, the first reason was that I simply wanted a change from my usual Buddhist inclination and explore the other aspects of the Himalayas. Hence began my trip to Manali – the land of Mahabharata and H…