What are you writing about?

[ OK, I have returned to regular blogging. Here is the comeback post ]

Now, there are few important decisions I have to make. Of course, some decisions I've made previously have proved costly. One of them for example was my decision to buy Maximum City . About sixty pages into the book and I realised that it was indeed a costly decision, about sixty rupees maybe. But even with books like this come with good memories. I bought that book when Bharath and I met Kiran Karnik in Hubli at the IT Investors' Meet.Like every book has a story to tell, which even Maximum City has, there's a wonderful story behind our meeting with Mr.Karnik. Bharath has agreed to write a post on that soon.
But somehow I feel I should have paid some attention to Kaak when he asked me not to buy it. Somehow Suketubhai is too harsh on Mumbai. Having called Mumbai my jaan in an earlier post on my blog here, I really couldnot digest Suketubhai's verbal abuse of Mumbai. I may someday complete reading the entire book and tone down my disregard for Maximum City. But until then, it can rest on the table. Or is it on the shelf already? Great. I am now really desperate to get my hands on Sacred Games. If you committed that costly(time-wise) decision of reading that post, you'd know that I did mention about Sacred Games there.



But then sometimes costly decisions turn out to be really worthwhile. Buying Bunker 13 turned out to be one such decision. So I while I headed out for lunch trying to look for Sacred Games on the way, Bunker 13 waiting right there to be picked by me. The first fifty pages, in no uncertain terms, make me believe that it's definitely worth the wait and the weight. Rupees Two Hundred Sixtynine only, is the weight. It was almost like MM telling me - "Fuck the weight, pick up the bait!". Who is MM? Read the book.

So talking of decisions to be made, I have decided that I should blog about something new. Apart from playing predictable word-games with puns on my blog, there are many other useful things that I can write about. It'd be great if I could run a colla-blog with a fellow blogger. I know my earlier attempts like this didn't really take off, but I'm still ready to give it another shot. Here are a few subjects that I'd like to start another blog on.

1. Technology start-ups in India [ Entrepreneurship in India ]
2. The retail industry in India.
3. Business opportunities in Tier -II cities and towns in India.

I know these would require a lot of investment of time and resources, but I'll
still give it a try.

I think I'll got to bed now.To sleep, definitely not Arjun Sharma ishtyle like this. Enantheera Sharma avare?

P.S. I am planning to attend the Bloggers' Unconference at Chennai. Details
here. Anybody coming?

P.P.S.

Lovely. Just like those days!



Wonderful. Pandit, Ankush and I will go to school again!

Literally speaking!

Everything appears funny when words start taking their literal meanings. It has definitely been a long time since I last blogged. Twenty three days of course is a long time. During a period of twenty three days, I could have grown my hair longer by 7.8642 cm, Pandit could have changed his phone number five times, Sajani Mrinalini Dutta could have lost and found her gawarat in the hinterlands of Gujarat hundred sixty eight times, Bharath could have joined IISc and have interestingly started to get deeper insights into the working of the stock markets and Seth Mota could have started working his way up the political ladder at IIM-K, when not preparing a marketing plan for the ready-to-eat segment.

All of the above have happened except for my hair getting longer. I know 7.8642 is way too exaggerated, but sadly I had to cut my hair short by 4.8173 cm, out of regard for my parents and all the prying aunties in the neighbourhood. But it's just not about the hair. When I think of it now, losing my hair is a very small price to pay for all that I gained in the last twenty three days. Oh, with all the Hair raising tales doing the rounds, I better be careful with the (ab)use of Hair.

Now getting back to the subject of words taking their literal meanings in my life, I'm again not lying when I say I've come a long way since I blogged seriously the last time, or so I'd like to think. I guess I now know why words have started taking their literal meanings.It is because I work to promote literacy.

So while I am yet to digest all that I've had over the last three months, food and otherwise, I'll try to recapitulate and live those wonderful moments through this blog. Everything that happened seems to me to be straight out of a movie. Not surprisingly though, most of those experiences have to deal with movies and people connected with movies.[ Well, it's a little more than that, we had been to a film shoot and interviewed a couple of them. Also came across and met a couple more. More on that in the coming posts. But it was definitely fun asking Pampam Khair to produce more movies like Maine Gandhi ko nahin maara, and sympathizing with him with a grim smile on my face, when he told me that he had to do films like Half key cutterso that he could survive first and then think of producing good movies. [ There you go. Figure out the name of the movie. Rhymes with Half key cutter]. It was also fun complementing Lillette Dubey for her grace and the way "she carries herself so sensibly in her movies", to be returned with as shocked stare, probably wondering which alien from Pluto was addressing her by her first name. But then, more horrible things have happened on this earth than Lillette ji being addressed by her first name. Like, one Mr.Patel at the counter at the State Bank of India, SVRCET Surat branch, having this horrible idea that I molested his daughter. That, I realised in one of my wonderful dreams aboard SpiceJet, which was cut short by the eye-candy air-hostess offering me a toffee, was the reason for him to delay the closure of my account and let me have the money. Of course, I did have my money and I had not molested his daughter. I just hope Jaswanth Singh sees no mole in this whole molestation affair!

Of course, Lillette did take it in her stride and thanked me. They were definitely other well-known actors and actresses, surrrounded by equally great actors and actresses with superficial smiles and greetings. Make up, not to mention was equally superificial. Apart from My.Khair and Madame Dubey, they were plenty of other stars. There was one Mr.Axay Cunha and one Mr.Sue-kneel Chatty. Also present were
Ms.Humeesha Putt-tail and the really high-nosed Ms.Bianca Cobra. More on my brushes with glamour and my powdery thoughts on those later. I think it all began with the fashion show I hosted for G-3 in Surat. While I contiune to enjoy those, I long ago realised that the glamour and beauty is plain skin-deep. As long as there are people who clamour, there will be glamour. Take this incident involving Bipasha Basu for that matter. While that was in New York, I just came across her shooting an ad for a well-known retail chain together with Zayed Khan. She must thank her stars(now, which stars would the stars themselves thank?!) for her shooting being scheduled in Pondicherry. Except for a bunch of young students who were curiously watching and waiting for their autographs, no one was really bothered. The only khan that people here probably know is khaan-a, which the hoteliers have to learn to humour the tourists. And Bipasha would probably be Prakasha's sister or daughter. So, I have all the reasons for being excited at the prospect of watching KANK later this evening. Just hope it is not dubbed in Tamizh. Now would KANK be called TANK if it were dubbed to Tamizh?

P.S. I see signs of my old senseless writing skills returing. These are good signs. Especially the ones with ball pens.

P^2.S. There are a zillion stories/experiences/anecdotes/inside jokes to be told. Do not know why this post took off on such a tangential and ended up just talking about Bollywood and my experiences relating to that.

P^3.S. I definitely need to spruce up my blog. Introduce a bunch of bloggers, change the template, before it is too late start posting more regularly with posts that indeed make sense.

P.^4.S Heartening is that I now seemed to have regained my pathetic sense of humour.
Samples:
1. What will you get if you put spices in Paayasam?
Spaayasam
or this
2. Every girl waits eagerly for a young man, always having these four words on
her lips - Ming, ming, ming and ming. Who is she waiting for?
Prince Char-ming!
P^5.S. It's ok. I'm fine. You can hit me when we meet the next time.
P^6.S. Read in the last month -
India Unbound

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night- Time

It's Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life


Now reading
Eats, Shoots and Leaves"

P^7.S. Watched Corporate, Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota and Anthony Kaun Hai. The only three Hindi movies I've watched in the last three months. I should hang myself twice over for this blunder. Anyway, two of these had Minissha Lamba starring in them. So that starry-eyed feeling of watching lambda, err Lamba come alive on the big screen more than compensated for not having watched atleast 15.8 Hindi movies. Hitesh, I still absolutely adore her irrespective of what you said Yahaan!

P^8.S. Just a mental note of the places, people, events, experiences, inside jokes et al. Very random. Might not make sense, like everything on this blog.

1. Watching WC semi-finals and the finals with the actual citizens of respective countries at Coffee.com in Pondicherry.
2. Going around Dadar,Haji Ali , Worli and Mumbai Central with Harsha.
3. Dinner at Priya's place.
4. Lunch at Kaak's place.
5. "Sir, we have free seating. You can sit wherever you want!"
6. "Anyone order, Sir?"
7. The night with Das at NMIMS.
8. Dinner at Trishna.
9. Scott's departure from Mumbai. Turns out that it is him who is indeed forgetful. How else do you then explain him forgetting his bag containing the passport and the plane tickets? And the sin of forgetting GoodDay biscuits is unpardonable!
10. Scott,
Fellow, missing you big time. No my watch hasn't gottten any bigger. Daily Bread, Kaarthik, #3, St. Louis Street, Pondicherry aren't the same without you. Life is funny. We are even funnier. There's Skype anyway.
11. Stay at IIM-A. The brief meeting with Fidoe and the dinner(s) with Vandana.
12. Rajasthan was one experience which will take sometime to register its fullest impact on me. It will definitely come out on this blog. Life, in its different forms, in its brightest, darkest colours, was thrown wide open, right in my face.
13. The city visits - Chennai, Bangalore, Mumbai, Pune and Ahmedabad.
14. "She's grinding millet"
15. Meeting Sidin and Fungus. Find Fungus's article on Hafta here.
16. Visiting home and celebrating Ganesh Charurthi, albeit briefly.
17. The adventure trip to Dandeli with Pandu, Sandy and Raghuram. Wonderful feeling cycling twelve kilometers through the jungle and then going for an actual Safari.
18. Later

Of no fixed address!

Of no fixed address is just not the name of a book by Kaizad Gustad. It is also indicative of the way my life is shaping up. I have lived an entire lifetime in the last two months. Of no fixed address is an enjoyable read. One doesn't have to be drunk to enjoy reading this book, while one definitely had to be drunk to enjoy his masterpiece Boom though. Will kill myself if I don't post about my recent trip within the next 72 hours.

A few pointers to the posts to come.

The trip route
Pondi->Chennai->Mumbai->Ahmedabad->Rajasthan->Ahmedabad->Mumbai->Chennai and finally Pondi.

Places visited

Haji Ali, IIM-A, NITIE, Akshardham, Rajasthan, Ambaji, Adalaj ni Vav, Film City Goregaon.

More in the posts to follow.

It's a great feeling to be back 2 blogging. Hence this list begins with 2 and not 1.

2. Damn. So many things happening in such less time. I wish a day had 28.45 hours so that I could get more time to blog.
3. I have a confession to make. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss The Times of India when I am in Pondicherry, where all I have to feed on is The Hindu. I would rather wake up to see Rakhi Sawant's bosom than M/s. Karat and Co every morning! Reading The Hindu end to end is no enjoyment as compared to The Times of Indiam which appeals to all your senses. I source my information from various sources, and The Hindu doesn't really help me with its so-very-righteous espousal of the Left.
4. It has been an amazing journey, a true Discovery of India with spending time in the villages in the lush green sugar-cane fields to meeting really influential and powerful people in posh hotels.
5. There is nothing like the spirit of Mumbai. People just go by their routine work, are truly heartless do nt bother to even mourn after the blasts. They are truly citizens of the rudest city in the world.

But, wait a minute. Isn't Mumbai the city which has something for everyone? Isn't Mumbai the city where millions have had their dreams come true? Of course an equal number or even more have had their lives come crashing down. Isn't this the city which rises from every disaster and is back to normal in a flash? Isn't Mumbai the city where most shop-keepers and pedestrians go that extra mile, literally and make sure you reach the address you wanted to? Isn't Mumbai the city where you make friends with people when you actually say b$#&n%%od and m@!#$$%od?!

Maximum City and Shantaram apart, Mumbai is an amazing city and no number of bomb blasts can stop Mumbaikars from being citizens of the best city in the world. Cheers Mumbaikars. Give it back to the terrorists. Resilience is what the bloody terrorists do not like.
I do not necessarily agree with Bal Thakrey, but he is true to a great extent when he says, and I am not quoting him because I don't remember the exact phrase! It was something on the lines of. Mumbai is a prostitute whom everybody uses to fulfil their needs, but the same people do not even turn back once to thank her!

For all that Mumbai was, is and will be, I love Mumbai!

6. The UPA government is heading nowhere. First it was the whole reservation ruckus and then the blog ban. It is indeed foolish on my part to place the blame on the whole establishment for some goof-up committed by an imbecile babu in the Sanchar Bhavan or an over-zealous official of the ISPs, but the fact remains that the government which claimed to work for the ,aam aadmi, has done nothing for the aam, leave alone the aadmi. Resign and get to the World Bank, Dr. Singh. You can actually do something good there!

7. The more I visit malls and places these modern Indian yuppie kids hang out or chill, the more I see India heading towards a disaster. For all the talk of India becoming a knowledge economy, it is my belief that the more these PYTs feast on costly junk food and the more they think it's cool to ape Eminem or closer home, Emraan Hashmi, my belief gets re-affirmed. I know I have to substantiate with more elucidation, but a longer separate post or that planned documentary with Komal would clearly explain my thoughts.

8. It was great to be back to my first love - quizzing. Scott and I represented PlanetRead at the Tata Crucible regional round at Chennai. The quiz was an immensely enjoyable experience and we thought we performed pretty well. My knowledge of the Indian corporate scene together with Scott's economics background helped us do well in the quiz. On a good quizzing day, we wouldn't have made those silly errors and for all we know we could have been on the stage for the finals! But we did know that even if we qualified for the finals, we knew we could not stay there for the entire duration of the quiz. Pappu's new found sense of urgency together with fears of longer security checks because of the blasts led us to leave the quiz very early. I'd have preferred to stay a little longer at the quiz.

Scott and I proved to be great partners even though it was our first time as quiz partners. So while I had no idea who David Ricardo was, and Scott did not know that the author of The Fortune at the bottom of the Pyramid was C K Prahlad, we trusted each other's instincts and got the answers right!

9. It's like a SpiceJet, Then I came to know it was a boy, Oh, you are also shuffling shuffling?!, Can you move, I want to smoke!, In Chennai, we used to roam around like anything, Arrey Baba, who is using Mac machine?, This tripod is quite light and good I think so ,You are taking pill before food?!, You go to Brown University and release Chikun Gunya, find a cure and send it back!. I shall never forget these hilarious and immensely memorable quotes. Scott, Pappu and I are laughing our arses off, and it is not without no reason that we are doing so! What's the story behind each one of these? Answers in the posts to follow.

10. It was great watching the World Cup in Pondicherry with actual French and German citizens. Felt really sorry Jonathan on Germany's heart-breaking loss. Head-Butt I think he was more than happy to see France losing to the Italians. And I think I was equally happy!

(Zi)Dane (Zi)Dane pe likha hota hai head-butt karne waale ka naam?! :D

11. People I met - I

KSA - Scope, Pong, Sap, Pole, Raghuram, Ram and Kaak. Bastards all.
College - Pragnya, Dhir, Amit Gupta, Jaideep, Abhinand and Ankur.
Bloggers - Arjun, Sidin and Komal
Rest - Pragnya's sister!

12.People I met - II

Hebballi, Karnataka - Dr. Deshpande, Mahesh, Mr. K.G Patil, The Guru, Santosh, who's joined the Guru leaving the software job in the US, the famous boy in the "Then I cane to know it was boy" episode, the manager at the Guru's cattle house.

Ashwi, Pune - my favourite man - Sarjerao, Gauri Warudi, Mr. Kokje, the kids at the school, the dude at the health club gym!, the advocate, the old farmer full of wisdom.

13. Trip 1



I am too tired right now to write the details of each of these trips. I have already committed semi-suicide 3.43224 times for not having written about these trips previously. And because I have not done that, some details might escape which I think is a shame on my part. And because we are traveling to different parts of the country and traveling is a part and parcel of our work, parting with regular blogging is something which I have to cope up with. But I shall make sure I participate in as many blog sessions as possible and enjoy them as most kiddo yupiies would enjoy in a party. Damn. I am indeed sleepy.

I am leaving with photographs of our journey. A journey spanning from the rural villages of India to the malls and multiplexes in the cities! A truly memorable, enjoyable and a enriching journey. After all, isn't it fun to try and make the whole world literate?!


Jet, set, Go or Jet, SpiceJet and Go?!

This blog on Googleblog, apologies to my blogs and ponderings from Pondicherry

0.This blog on Googleblog!
1. Apologies to my blog[s]
2. Ponderings from Pondicherry
3. Related/unrelated blabber











Dear [main] blog,

Before the apologies, let me share a great piece of news with you. I think this piece of news should more than cheer you up. In fact, I have to issue a Coffee and cats warning[It is for the knowledge for such trivia that I find quizzing interesting to the extent to which I’m crazy about it now]

This blog had the privilege of appearing on Google’s official blog. The previous post appeared
HEREon the Google official blog. Make sure you clear all you cache and the refresh so that it appears in the page. If you don’t want to take the trouble but still want to verify the authenticity of my claim, here’s the screenshot. That was probably the best day of my blogging life. So much so that a correspondent from am leading national English magazine read it and contacted us. We should see an article soon.





1. Apologies to my blog[s]

Let me apologise for not paying enough attention to you. But I guess you do understand that you are one of the only two things that I take seriously, quizzing being your competitor for my attention. I agree I have not been visiting you often enough and not providing you enough with enough food for your growth, believe me I’ve been thinking of you all the while. One of the thoughts that crossed my mind was that I should give you a face-lift and make you more beautiful and visually appealing by changing the current template. Better still, I thought I’d show my love to you by moving you to a totally fresh place named Wordpress where we’ll be able to able to move much more freely and customize our home. Another gem of an idea happened to me when I was riding on the M-80 by the Pondicherry beach and it suddenly stopped because it had forgotten to turn on the petrol knob
[I was totally Left stranded on that boulevard. Thanks M/s Karat and co for protesting, but please let the media cover some other news as well. And please for a while experience the pleasure not seeing your own faces on TV and in the newspapers].


I must admit that I have a little difficulty in managing your family. For example, there’s your travel blog sister who I believe will get lot of attention now because I’ll be hitting the road soon traveling to four different Indian states in South and Western India. And I have enough goodies for your photo-blog brother, with Scott and Kate’s cameras. Also there is the big brother, the Movie Company blog – 10+3i. I have some real great news in store for him. Suffices to say that the documentary –de Young Basanti has reached some good hands and I’m waiting for a final word before I reveal anything. So to make this job of managing your family easier, I am planning on investing in a brand new residence for you all where all your other relatives, like my projects and presentations, my quizzes, videos, useful links on the internet can reside in peaceful co-existence. I will take some time for me to buy web space and a domain name and set it up into a complete web-residence for you. But I’m sure it will be worth the wait and the investment. [Could you please suggest a name for my web-site? I have thought of quirky.in, which sounds too informal and nikhilkulk.in, which sounds a little funny]



Ponderings from Pondicherry.

There are so many other things happening that I’m afraid of missing recording them here. That is why I call up Bharath and ask him to remember them for me. At a later date, I’ll sit with him and then fill in the details. Because I’m not studying anymore, which euphemistically means I don’t have much free time, which straight-forwardly put means I don’t have much time to waste[as it was termed by a certain section of ‘intelligent’ people in college] books, movies and music. That is why another idea struck me when I was looking at the Siemens hearing aid of my newestest friend, Balakumaran at the deaf school. The idea was to appoint Akshay Rao [aka Kaak, to whom I owe my ‘half-way between sanity and insanity attribute] as my literature consultant. His assignment involves, watching Just Books on NDTV Profit, reading Bibliophile in the Outlook and going through press reviews of books periodically and give me regular updates. He will gain by getting a share of my gyaan during our discussions and additional perks which involve gifting him a T-shirt or a book every six months subject to his satisfactory performance. I keep regular track of the latest happenings on the technology and business front, my obsession with Web 2.0 still continuing and my understanding of the Indian Politics is only getting better. I am in search of a sports consultant now. I believe it’s a good thing that I haven’t caught on the soccer World Cup fever. My belief is that I am now investing time in something much more concrete and having long term benefits. But my greed for information and knowledge prompts me to look for a sports consultant as I don’t want to lose out on the World Cup as well. I also need a ‘masala Bollywood’ consultant. Here in Pondicherry, we have people who think that there’s movie by the name Cheena Gaate, which on further enquiry turned out to be China Gate. So with no ETC and Zee Music and no Jita to discuss about Raj Kanwar, Sunil Darshan and co, I’m finding it a little difficult to keep track of the same. Positions open for this post as well. Any takers?

Balaji is afraid that I might have turned ‘good’ and Sajani Mrinalini Dutta wonders if I’ve turned decent. It’s a little funny because people tend to turn apprehensive when they see others become ‘bad’ or ‘corrupt’, but in my case it’s the other way round. It’s mostly the other way round in most of my cases. Maybe because, I’m sitting on a revolving chair and hence it’s the other way round. [Isn’t this testimonial enough to the fact that I’m still the same idiot who cracks horrible PJs and talks non-sense most of the time?!] Maybe the experiences that I’ve been through in this short period here and the people I’ve met have only made me more humble. They’ve also made me more conscious of the fact that heroes are not only the ones who make headlines, but there are innumerable unsung heroes who in their own ways have made people’s live better. This is definitely true of the teachers at the school for the hearing impaired. Trying to communicate with the hearing impaired is indeed a taxing job, and meeting people who have been teaching the gearing impaired for more than ten years and their passion, concern and dedication towards what they do is what reaffirms my faith in the human spirit. As someone who is decently informed of the latest technologies and has access to resources, I feel responsible in seeing to it that such gifted children and these angels striving to help them are provided with simple, yet efficient solutions.

Same was the case when we visited the Koonimedu, 10 kms into the ECR road between Chennai and Pondicherry. Read more about it on my travel blog, sometime soon hopefully.

The experiences there again left me with a feeling that there are enough resources available to help people lead better lives and definitely there is a huge need for better solutions for their problems. What is amiss is a proper ‘delivery system’, in biz-speak. I’m sure there are a large number of credible individuals and organizations working towards solving these problems. India’s problems are complex and are subject to various factors, but such experiences also spur me to do something from my side towards this cause. It might not necessarily involve reducing poverty or providing better health facilities or clean drinking water as a means to work towards this cause, I think my focus will be on knowledge and would certainly involve the small towns and villages. Balaji again wonders if there have been any ‘it’ moments during these trips that have led me into thinking like this. I don’t think that is the case. I have spent a better part of life in towns and villages of North Karnataka, and that experience has kept me in good stead all this while, helping to keep my feet on the ground. As I was growing along there was this urge to help people as I could identify with them and their problems. It is a culmination of such everyday experiences, rather than any ‘it’ moments that lead me into such thoughts and making such plans. And my biggest strength when I indeed embark on such a thing will be such experiences. There are some in the thought pipeline and some have come on paper, albeit in a very sketchy and a rough manner. Over a period of time, we will come out with something concrete and viable. What say, Bharath?!


Random related/unrelated blabber.

1. Good or bad, lucky or unlucky- I do not know. But I miss reading The Times of India here. When it Surat, it used to be daily source of humour, on account of some hilarious articles[read laughable reporting] and some sensible information on the Op-ed page on Sunday. Not to forget the free sleaze and non-sense glitterati news that accompanied it. I only get to read The Hindu. On careful perusal, it is proving to be too bland and blatantly Left for me. Getting up in the morning is one thing, but having M/s Karat and co staring at your face is not just another thing. Isn’t this what our grandparents used to say when something used to go wrong?! – “Whose face did you see first when you woke up today?” Now we know whom to blame when my day goes bad. But the funny thing is in spite of M/s Karat and co happening to me, my days have been great so far. So am I immune to the Left?! May be because I took the injection on my left arm!

I’m no big time BJP supporter though, but I’m annoyed with the usage with the word saffron with BJP. Saffron as a colour is sacred for Hindus and it not the BJP’s property as well. Somehow my impression of The Hindu as a ‘comprehensive’ paper isn’t quite the same now.

2. Scott and I went shopping the other day. Here’s our shopping list :

Businessworld – Rs. 10
Business Today - Rs. 10
Outlook Business - Rs. 15
Business Standard Rs. 4
The Economic Times - Rs. 1.50
The Indian Express - Rs. 1.50

and

The Economist - Rs. 150 (One Hundred and Fifty)
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Total - Rs. 192


3. Thanks Sharma and Hitesh for the conversations, I hope I have returned the favour to Sharma and Hitesh, you better work on it well and learn your stuff at MDI well. I want you to be oozing biz-speak bull-$hit by the time you pass out from there.

4. Pandora rocks! If you still do not know what I’m talking about, check out www.pandora.com, I think I’ve almost perfected the Greenday station and with a little more effort, will perfect the Coldplay station. If anyone has some similar things, maybe we could share stations!

5. I think we will start on our full-blown trip from next week. Will keep people informed of our itinerary. If the two trips that we’ve had are any indication, I’m sure we will have lots of fun and adventure, more importantly learning and experiencing on the forth-coming trips. But there huge amount of work to be done before that to ensure that the trip goes on smoothly and we are able to spend more time on our documentation and research.