Saw this on the back of a truck. The truck was a petro-chemical product carrier. The the spelling of valve is totally screwed but all the words in the word ‘valve’ do exist.

These are the pics I took on my recent visit to Lonavala and Khandala.

This is devoted to the sexiest man of the World Cup, Malinga

This is devoted to the wonderful fans present at the World Cup

As I came out of the bathroom, I could smell something burning. I thought some electric heater could have melted the plastic buckets that people use to heat water. (Well the irony is that this thought came to me when the temperature outside itself could boil water!). I didn’t pay any heed towards the foul smell of plastic burning. I came to my room and settled down. The recent incidents at Virginia Tech have made me too apprehensive about things around me. I visualize someone taking a gun and shooting. The incidents of bravery melt my heart; who knows, some day I too might be a part of it. As I was sitting in my room, I was imagining a big blast in which my room will be ripped apart with me being thrown out of the window. Or a fire might break out in the hostel and people would be running for their lives. The only think I plan to take away with me is my laptop.