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Yana AND Gokarna- Day2

Posted: November 17, 2017 in My Silly thoughts

Dubansisi Beach, where we stayed

“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”

Gokarna main Beach

Look I capture dragon fly:)

Anyone for live fish

Jelly Fish

That’s Squid and sardine

The more I saw the sea the more I was tempted to buy land and settle there. May be fishing on every alternative days and a dip in the sea every freaking day

Village people are always hard working

Nothing can stop me, I am unstoppable(If you want awesome, natural picture of yours ping me, I am cool photographer)

Some people dont have the privilage of retirement life, they have to work till their last breath

Kudle beach


I felt really sorry for clicking this picture without their dads permission. But then he clicked ours , so now we are even.

Pub hopping is fun when you are drunk on the alcohol, breach hopping is more fun drunk in the beauty of nature

Om beach

Om Beach, If you see closely you can see the OM

Beach hopping/beach trek wasnt that easy

Half moon beach

“Ajji, can we take your picture”

“Hey boy, you give me 100rs and take a pic.”

Who knew it was difficult to find old women in their regular clothes else I would have paid 100 rs and clicked several pics in all angels.

A boy from the tour: “Dont worry Lobo, I will show you her husband and you can click his pictures, as much as you want”. And When I saw her husband I almost fainted, he was dressed in loose old tshirt and just a cloth around his sagging waist.

The tiger from Punyakoti story jumped from this rock and gave his life away(I was telling this to the city kids:))

On the tiring trek, those little colors were encouraging us to keep moving and never to stop

Ladies your Stilettos  doesn’t work her.

Definitely not for the weak hearted

Paradise beach

I just wonder what my dad has to say i I decorate our chikku tree with the beer bottles. might pat my back or whack my butt?

Deep thick jungle where I was the crowing crow along with other crow.

Belekaan, our last beach

Except Blacky(black lab mic in red belt) all are strays. They may not have owner but sea provides them the shelter. In the cool night they sleep by the sea shore under the blue open sky.

Breach trek route:Dubansisi beach-Gokarna Main beach-Kudle veach-Om beach-half moon beach-Paradise beach-Belekaan beach

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you lift your leg and I will lift mine

Old though, inst he darling by the sea

This is the first trip I was travelling with all strangers except one. I wasn’t hesitant(totally not me) but as I was dying to see Yana I packed my bags, keeping a open mind and empty pocket to be filled with memories

That is the washroom. Who said Indians are’nt creative

Yana. Always wanted to visit after watching the Kannada movie “Nammura Mandara Hoove”. Might be just rock but the caves are so huge and cold. According to the Brahmin who serves in the temple, water flows all 365 days to the small temple outside the cave.

Surrounded by lush green, Yana was a remote place

I slept like a hog. No mosquito, no bugs but only the melodies song sang by the sea

Camp Fire and tents by the beach, Fancy! right. Follow the nomadic Kaadboys and strike out all places from your chembu list(bucket-list).

All you have to do is dream and Kaadboys will make your dream come true, isn’t it cool

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Look, whom I found on my morning walk

It was so silent and peaceful, felt like staying there forever,away from annoying people, traffic and computers but surrounded by mind blowing castles, water body, sheep,mountain goats, the thing with Horns( mountain cattle’s), eccentric music and men in kilt. I would have done anything to stay there

When Scottish talk you are just lost if you are not used to their accent. Gaelic is their language, they never liked United Kingdom(history is the proof). One visit and you are lost, like me.

That is our guide. Nothing can beat men in kilt

Eilean Donan Castle


One of my favourite pic

Sisters of Kintail

The Commando Memorial, Spean Bridge

The Doune Castle

The National Wallace Monument

The national Wallace Monument

The Kelpies

Haggis, Scottish famous good

Scottish National Gallery

Lone trip though, I had a different but awesome experience. I saw the world with different eyes after my trip. Its true travelling makes you see the world differently. Scotland will always remain my favorite

As I walked out of the hostel, for my planned tour, my smile was broadening recalling Naidus words “You will meet some handsome guy in the tour Lobo, dont worry. You dad will have a son-in-law by the year fall(I wasnt looking out, mind you)”. Dreams good but expectations are not.

As I got into the waiting vehicle my smile was murder brutally when I saw all women glaring at me. Equilibrium which was natures main principle had lost its balance and was dangling with a rope of “Women Only”.Out of 12, Majority of them were in their early twenties. Oh Boy!. Except the the tour guide come driver all were women celebrating their womanhood on women’s day in Scotland including me. Girls school, women college, women hostel and then women tour, how lucky I am!.

The Firth of Forth Rail Bridge, Queensbridge, Scotland

Forth road bridge, Scotland

Places after places, roads after roads and with loads of knowledge on Scottish history I was drawn to Scotland. I walked beside the active women, limping my feet as much as possible. When I couldn’t I just stood cursing my previous days stupid jump. “I will be back” I was consoling myself.

The Battle of Culloden was fought on this  filed.

On its own in the vast filed

felt sorry for the soldiers who lost their life

Loch Ness

When we reached the icy cold Loch Ness,  I was trembling with cold wondering how could Nessie can live in there in this icy cold water. There was this girl from Canada who took a dip in the icy cold water just because she wanted to. “Crazy” sipping the bitter liquid which burned down my throat. But hey, you should have guts to do that, who said women are not adventurous.


Scottish believe that Nessie, The Sea monster lives in Loch Ness. Apparently no one found the evidence of Nessie’s existence. Some came with fake evidence but none proven till date.

Water is icy as ice cubes, Loch Ness

Urquhart Castle sits beside Loch Ness in the Highlands of Scotland

Day passed and night drew closer we reached Kyleakin where we were staying for 2 nights. The night was dark so I couldnt see the surroundings clearly. But thanks to the sea gulls, with their signature sound I was clear we were somewhere surrounded by water.

 Limping I followed the ladies to have our dinner. With Kyleakin beer, Scottish Music surrounded by Scottish man I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend my day in Scotland. With the girls talking about their crushes, FB stalker I was lost in my dinner. Oh Yeah, you dont know what you are really missing unless you taste it. They were all smart, energetic women who knew what they wanted. Me, I still dont know what I want but hey I was listening to them attentively.

That’s put guide with Eric Bans eyes.Castle Moil Restaurant Kyleakin, Scotland

Never forget to carry my life partner, BOOK

Fire Place, FANCY!

When my head hit the bed that night how I wished I could be like them adventurous, social, open minded, risk takers.

Please Note: Ever get a opportunity to visit Scotland, never let it go. The place makes you fall in love, water body back grounded by the trees, numerous castles, the  tempting mountains, single malted Whiskey, the mountain goats, highland cattle’s and not to forget the fairies.

View inside my hostel room

Yeah, that my stuff sleeping on the bed. You are smart if you recognized my pink stole .

Who says travelling alone isn’t fun, I was enjoying every bit of it, see the pictures and you will know because I am not there in any of it.Staying in a hostel just outside the castle is sexy or not?. Hostel was another level of paradise, tourist from all around the world male and female all together. Even though I couldn’t interact with them due to my lack of social skills I was lost in the game of watching them(there are many people who share my interest), handsome guys in their ganjis playing pool, reading the news paper, doing nothing sitting on the couch, washing their juice glasses, talking..US.Japan, Canada, Aussie and one Indian girl(that is me me me).

As there was a walk I was back to my hostel before 2PM,As our sexy, handsome guide started the walk after checking our footwear he went on pointing this and that and explaining. With his accent rhymed like a wind shay-me I was lost with my the grasping capacity gone to White Walkers beyond the wall. I was like Teddy, my dog moving my head 30 degree and 60 degree without blinking but watching intensely.


Indian may not be famous but Indian food is.

Bobby, the Grey-friars who waited on his owners grave faithfully, till his end, in the graveyard made my eyes wet. People near by took care of him, giving him food and water. Is there any story involving with happy ending?.

This is where the Harry Potter and the whole series was born

I was jumping Jane when the walk begin, after slogging my ass day and night in office first outing I was enjoying. It was not even 15 minutes when I started panting. Aint I country girl who loves to walk miles and miles with Archie, tailing with Rum Teddy, aint I the same girl who avoid auto so that I can walk?I doubted. “If this is the case I might not even to see the face of my unborn kids and their father(I am still hopeful)”

Fu** Arthur, Fu** his Seat I was singing the song taking breaks every 5 minutes. “Was I crazy to climb this?was I?Was I” When my conscience was fighting within I was fighting for air. We Indians stop exercising once we get a job unless for cousin wedding or own or to impress any girl/guy from college, may be its just me. Few more days on that chair in front of system and my tummy will be like my manager’s beer tummy, trying to fit in medium size shirt, revealing little bit of that dirty passage from behind.

While our guide reached the top in no speed I was thunder stuck with his physique. “I climb this place twice in a week in 45 minutes”. “What the …?” Is he freak? Here I am trying my ass out not to collapse and he climbs Arthur’s fucki** seat twice a week. I was bit relived when I saw two US girls became my 5-minutes break partners. saying “Say what” when I cracked some PJ’s

When I reached the top I realised how breath taking it was. Sexy view from F**Arthurs Seat. I became active listener rather than the talker in my walk group. With my Indian accent and terminology it would have taken days to explain Indians things to them.

Ascend was difficult but descend was disaster. Being the last in queue I am sure they would have figure it out that I am Roza Pinto(Nishas granny, according to Nisha her grannys ghost rest in me). Handsome guide took pity on me and waited for me to get down from the sloppy way. I dont know why I did what I did, may be the dead kid in me wanted to came to life or wanted to impress the guy behind me. Before I know I jumped from certain height on the uneven ground. “Surrrrrp”, those old Bones

The super energetic GUIDE

5-minutes break partners.

We reached the bottom and all were walking. I realised by then I was slighting limping my right foot. “Its just temporary” I was consoling myself

“Any one of you hungry?” When guide said they were many who wanted to refill their empty tummy. I just followed because I had nothing much to do

“I am from Philadelphia” one guy was saying

“Me to, where you stay in Phil” Girls who were taking break with me while walking said


I was just looking their face in first in first order base. Then they were talking about drinking games, save the queen, thump up…

“I keep on travelling, Parague, Budapest” one who happens to my room mate was saying

“I am off to Ireland next week for St Patricks day” other sharing too.

Swamy Devare(Oh Dear god)Where I go for my vacation?I catch Sugama bus and go to Mangalore then back to Bangalore. Listening to them I realized how people from other countries try to explore, take risk, meet new people. while we Indians just stick to social norms, study our ass off, get job, work our ass off, get married to, make babies, pay their tuition fees and then suffer with cancer or tumor, and die paying the hospital bill.  Fun filled life with peace and adventure we haven’t tasted that phase of life

When I reached back to hostel there was a commotion in the wash room. I saw men shaving, girls combing, applying make up.Then it hit me, they were getting ready for PC. I wasn’t keen on it as my leg was screaming with pain. “what 30+Roza pinto will do in midst of youngster”, I was telling myself.”Yeah What I do”.

Then against my will I got ready, “Lets see what happens in pub crawling”.With my hostel seal on my hand, I followed the cheering, hopeful herd limping.  “ID Please” when the security guy asked me I wanted to hit my head to the wall for my ignorance. Remember always carry a book to read,credit card to pay bill, umbrella for the protection:) and fu**ID card for identification. Dont be like SNL. I blinked 20timespersecond  like Loly and tilted my head 30 degree and whispered “I forgot Sir”. “Step aside mam” he said firmly.”You better go and get your I-Card” he said politely. I walked out away from the merry people, music from the pub slowly floating towards me, the night was young but I wasn’t. With my swollen knee I have to limp all the way up to hostel and back here. “Next time” I said and walked away. I was sad just for a moment then the Roza Pinto was back. “You should have listen to me”


Back in hostel met a short but sweet guy from Japan, my roommate,who was travelling, making friends with Japaneses to English translation book. MAN!isnt it fantastic. I loved his courage.He reminded me of my best friend Golu. short but sweet but with lots of confidence. I dont remember his name but yeah I remember his face.

When the event filled day came to an end I wished my time in Scotland to last forever. Yeah I was being greedy who wouldn’t be when you are in Scotland


He might be lone but not sad. He is hopeful for better future enjoying Bangalore’s(Richmond Road) semi hot weather .

Where It Belongs

Posted: July 25, 2017 in My Silly thoughts

I had picked “To Kill a Mocking Bird” from library. Old book with the edges turned brown I didn’t bother to check the book thoroughly. It was later that day when I was turning the pages something caught my attention

As long as I watched the pic I was drawn to it like bug fascinated by the burning lamp. I should have thrown the picture when I found it but I couldn’t. Three kids, aged between 8 to 14 sleeping next to their father on an old bed; which is spread on the bare floor probably in the hall. “Where is your bed cover?”,”pillow without cover don’t even think about it”, “Where is the mat” my mother’s shouting boomeranged in my ears when I saw their bed’s condition. Men are ignorant (known fact). While father was proving my point I wondered about their mother. Was she alive? Was she busy washing the utensils after a heavy meal or she is the one who captured the picture? I would like to consider the later part, at least she enjoyed a little bit being a woman. Slippers and footwear’s near the wall which was stripped of its dignity; the paint, multicolor defiantly not matching door curtains, old flooring made me wonder about their financial condition.  Is their own house or were they visiting their relatives place somewhere far away in village. When my mind was turmoil I consoled it “They were just visiting their dead granny’s house, which was locked after her death else why footwear in the hall”. “May be they had footwear biting dogs like mine” sometimes reality justifies itself. “Their mother is real beauty” I said seeing the kids. “As no one resembles their father”.

Outstanding factor of the picture is the bond the kids shared with their father, trying to get the closest spot next to him still makes me smile. Their father is their super hero, you can see it on their twinkling eyes.

It been almost three years, the photo still rest in the book where it belongs. Occasionally when I see the book I take a minute or two to see the photo, it never fails to enthrall me