Kishore's Curry

Not much text, Just more pics to enjoy. Darden Baby-

I have always had the dream of flight. I wished to change my perspective in ways that I usually cannot. UAVs and drones have been a boon. They give me the freedom to take off and shift my vision in a matter of minutes. Looking at the world from 5'11", 20', 50', 100' or 300' is mind-bending. suddenly you tend to appreciate objects in ways you normally do not.  All of this is an intro or a justification of me purchasing a DJI Mavic Air 2, a small compact flyer that truly showcases the outstanding design and engineering of fellow Chinese master-mechanics. It contains technology that I would consider as sci-fi back in 2011 when I was first introduced to quadcopters. My HPE salary is well spent. $988. Insanity always has a price. Now I am gonna stop. Just enjoy some of these shots:

So I stopped blogging once I moved out of NESA and to the central offices of Airtel in Gurgaon. Turns out, it was not a good move. Now, finally, after 5 years, I am restarting this blog all over again. Let me see if I can recap my past experiences, including parts of NESA and other crap that I pulled through. Traveled the remote reaches of Arunachal Pradesh in Eastern Himalayas. Did Tawang, Bomdi-la, Dirang, Along, Pasighat. I met a lot of people, enjoyed snows and wonders of a different kind. Traveled solo in the inner reaches of Sibsagar, Assam, and the ruins of the ancient Ahom empire. Walked the oilfields of Digboi, stood at the easternmost railway stations of Tinsukia. The mega party of Kohima's Hornbill festival. Got drunk, ate Bats, Squirrels, Deer, Honey Bees, Silkworms, and other things that I no longer remember. Fought with my HR and got a transfer to Gurgaon Made new friends in Gurgaon. Created a new household. Reconnected with a lot of civilization.  Finally got the Tel...

Now we move to the other corner of Khasi hills... towards Mawsynram, also the wettest place in the world. The road on this part of our journey is sort of like Dawki’s, same rolling hills but, broken bits disguised as tarmac. And no traffic. We met a minimal number of vehicles on this road. Global illumination was soft this time as well. Crass drizzles punctuated our arrivals at various villages we passed by.  At the edge of the cliff As one approaches the very edge of Khasi hills, highlands erode into sheer drops hanging over the vast Sunderban plains that make up Bangladesh. This edge is, perhaps one of the most beautiful pieces of land I have seen, carved in shape of jagged knives projecting from Earth, pinstriped with roads twisting and winding as walls of solid stone and stratified rock rise perpendicular to the plane of earth. The afternoon mists obscures and uncovers lonesome crags covered with layers of moss, shrubs and trees that defy gravity to reach to...

A month left in Guwahati and now it is time to satiate that wanderlust and subject the pristine outdoors of North East India to my cold judgmental eyes, in hope that the sights may reinvigorate my vision. And they will.. Escapades to Shillong are now a routine affair; Hills of Khasi no more induce charm and wonder. Construction and expansion of this route has progressed, most of the road is now a four lane affair and that is in itself an achievement of engineering and logistics. The travel times to Shillong have now been cut by a third, speeding commutes of trucks that carry capital goods from rest of India to Shillong and vice versa. Most of this part of journey is spent in dreamy trance, as our company sleeps while the driver leisurely traverses the pass. Ambient noise of Shillong pulls us out of our rapture, we now negotiate a wet Saturday’s traffic. One car at time.  Khasi Highlands Next you hustle past Indian Air Forces’ Eastern air command and take ...