Esterian tale

My bucket list in Ireland

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 11 Mar 2025 20:57:00 +0000

Things I was able to achieve

Visit Milk market in Limerick
Concert of any Irish band (Dolan's pub)
Play the Tin whistle
Learn to drink Guinness at Storehouse Dublin
Learn some Irish terms or local lingo
Visit an Authentic Irish pub (Wood)
Learn the rules of Gaelic Sports
Enjoy the authentic Irish coffee
Kiss the Blarney stone
Murphy's ice cream in Dingle

Things left to do

Drink tea in Adare manor
Hike in Killarney National park
Visit Rock of Cashel
Long tour of rings of Kerry
Ice skating in Limerick
Visit King John's castle
Bunratty castle
Hunt Museum
Limerick Kayaking tour

Tales of an immortal

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Mon, 30 Dec 2024 10:17:00 +0000

The taste was exquisite bringing old memories in mind,

when food was everything for which humanity strived.

Nature provided people full stomachs and some more,

for fruits were in abundance and in plenty for all.

The battle for survival forced the humans to adopt,

from throwing stones to learning to play with rocks.

Even they had excess to eat from each kill they got,

Foraging and hunting they began to bound at last.

Ores the earth provided and the mastery of light,

the wild beginning to look different every night.

Man and machine were mating together in one,

as engines would bring closer the world to fun.

Exploring the world on ships travelling around,

connecting cultures so the treasures were found.

Instead of being together around a small fire,

differences born hid upon walls getting higher.

Where once there was aplenty it wasn't enough,

as all kept it within and keeping empty the trough.

Where stones were shared now gold were saved,

tools became weapons to protect with the braved.

I had survived this universe through endless time,

walking together but feeling loneliness still fine.

I have seen the world change but not be better,

my friends were bit simple but fun was greater.

A love affair of a nation divided in two

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Mon, 27 Jun 2022 21:29:00 +0000

सरहदों में आशिक़ी है ।

कागज़ों में ज़िन्दगी है ।।

सफर अधूरा रह गया क्यों ।

यारी हमारी टूट गयी क्यों ।।

सपने तो हमारे एक से थे ।

जश्न तो साथ मनाने थे ।।

लकीरो ने कर दिया अलग सा ।

खून से सनी एक दीवार सा ।।

परिवार तो एक हमारा ।

रिश्ते भी पुराना हमारा ।।

नफरत का नाता कैसे ।

चाकू बन्दुक ही कैसे ।।

समय आगे ही बढ़ता जाये ।

दूरियाँ भी बस बढ़ती जाये ।।

नाता ना अब रहा कुछ ।

याद भी ना बची कुछ ।।

देश अब बिखर गया ना ।

साथी भी अब बिछड़ा ना ।।

वापिस लौटा दो वो लम्हे ।

प्यार से वो बीते जो लम्हे ।।

मजबूर है वो आम लोग ।

कश्मीर के जो है सब लोग ।।

बात है सबने समझने की ।

हम सब को है अपनाने की ।।

नफरत की हो जंग ख़तम ।

जज़्बाती हर एहसास ख़तम ।।

कर ले आज हम फैसला ।

दुरी को मिटने का फैसला।।

फिर से साथ रहेंगे सब ।

ऐतबार करेंगे हम सब ।।

देश हमारा फिर एक होगा ।

मुश्किल में साथ हमारा होगा ।।

First limerick

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Thu, 11 Feb 2021 16:05:00 +0000

My first limerick and it was a teaching moment. Trying to teach someone about it helped me create one of my own.

Muskan has no money

But she is so funny

She needs some work

or we call her dork

for being a lot puny

Learning from the world

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sun, 17 May 2020 01:22:00 +0000

Moon is always on my side,
hence I can face in the tide.
Sun follows me whole day,
bringing hope in every day.

Rain keeps falling all night,
making me think I am alright.
Wind hammers away at will,
letting me know no pain is still.

Ocean reminds us of peace,
calling joy of travel a lease.
Forests are a place to be lost,
to finding myself at any cost

Sand always slips from hand,
so worry shouldn't look grand.
Stone can be just unbreakable,
my will too shall become noble.

Iron has been bent with fire,
life's lesson is to forgo desire.
Gold is for the fortunate rich,
but none makes life a beach.

Kuch dur saath chalo

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 09:49:00 +0000

कुछ दूर साथ चलो
तुम आज मेरे साथ। ..

मिलने आयी हो तुम
आज पहली बार।
चलने साथ ज़िन्दगी
के लम्हे कुछ और।

कुछ दूर साथ चलो
तुम आज मेरे साथ। ..

बातें हुई हमारी की
हो पुरानी पहचान।
साथ बैठे बिता समय
लेकर नई रफ़्तार।

कुछ दूर साथ चलो
तुम आज मेरे साथ। ..

इंतज़ार बहुत किया था
पाने तुम्हारा हाथ।
छोड़कर जाने का मन
नहीं मेरा आज।

कुछ दूर साथ चलो
तुम आज मेरे साथ। ..

अँधेरा बता रहा है
वक़्त नहीं अब और।
जाने वाले कदम कुछ
रुख के जाना बस।

कुछ दूर साथ चलो
तुम आज मेरे साथ। ..

लौट के आना तुम

फिर मेरी ओर।

दोबारा न हो पाएगा

इंतज़ार फिर और।

कुछ दूर साथ चलो

तुम हमेशा मेरे साथ। ..

What awaits you on the other side ?

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sat, 06 Jan 2018 11:38:00 +0000

Religions talk a lot about the story of what happens on the other side of death. The fear of the unknown is how they control the actions and discipline the disciples. The reward system of the beyond is how they attract the misdeeds from the unfortunates.

If it were up to me, I would imagine a better albeit a more stranger world. One in which there is an ongoing battle happening between two forces per se good and evil. The planet we know as Earth is just a form of training grounds, that is just preparing us for the big battle ahead. If you become a capable fighting unit and are selected to provide some sort of service to the war then you stay, else you are sent back to the planet to relearn.

The strange part is that this theory works really well for modern people who believe they are part of a matrix-like world and even for the people who believe their good or evil actions should be accounted for in the after. The biggest reason it should get support is it allows for a life beyond that of the regular uncertain mundane life we have here on the planet. There is also the probability of reincarnation in cases of failure but barring that scenario, it does not send you to the eternal life trap of either the complete happiness of heaven or the damnation of hell. It also does not send you into the sadistic end of nothingness that a lot now believe. It also does not deny the existence of entity /entities that are all powerful forces but just reduces the self importance that humanity has given itself in the entire equation.

One of the entegral part of religion that has eluded my understanding over the years is the 'Prayer'. It is simple to believe in something other than self that is controlling your actions and even your future in the land itself. My problem begins with the thinking that simply by requesting, asking or in some days bargaining with said entity be able modify everything. It is but a part of an ordinary man's life to believe that they can change their destiny, yet being able to do by just purely believing and with inaction seems conceptually wrong.

Take in the form of cases where in the first case a person who is only performing good deeds but without any prayer. If those good deeds are enough to gain entrance to the heaven or even find escape from the life-death cycle then wouldn't they make praying redundant. In case where only praying is enough then doesn't the nature of God itself come into a big question. Why would the almighty, omnipotent and omnipresent supernatural force be dependant on the actions of humans. Why does praying please him or not praying anger him. Should he not be purely independant force from the life and life choices of the humans he created. It is shocking to think that when people say that it is by the will of the God that they attained their destiny or their actions are being completely controlled by God. How can such God then judge those men for those same actions.

If my world would be the real one, I would retain my free will through my actions even after getting out of the world boundaries. Even if I end up fighting the battle on the side of the evil, it would be bringing me to the same battlefield as the do-gooders although on the other side. I understand that concept of such a world may not be able to give guidance or preach about the right path to take for all people but what it does bring to the table is the hope that our existence is not ending in a dead end. It is a belief for people that they will not be completely eradicated from existence or having to suffer the eternal extension where thay may be in heaven but they will continue to exist for no proper reason.

Nature is with me

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sat, 26 Aug 2017 15:00:00 +0000

Moon is always on my side,

Hence I can face the tide.

Sun follows me whole day,

Bringing hope in every ray.

Grass is green around me,
so playing ball it is to be.
Sand is soft and tad tasty,
life is fun when it is pasty.

Wind is pushing me ahead,
giving plenty to run a red.
Water breaks up my breath,
to ponder any future wrath.

Fire always crackles away,
providing food every way.
Rock is my weapon or tool,
allowing me to set up rule.

Nature is forever present,
for rich and even peasant.
Loneliness is but a dream,
my friend is always seen.

The forest that was

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Mon, 20 Mar 2017 13:19:00 +0000

There was a small forest near me,
with leafy greens and piney trees.
It lived a life undisturbed by deed,
around noisy roads and crazy beat.

Visiting it every morning and night,
brought true peace and often delight.
It was a place away from the crowds
where insects live and birds survive.

Shadows of the man casts a doubt,
In its mind either it kills or it plows.
Spending the precious time we have,
for flowery smell and fresh air we get.

One summer that forest was gone,
leaving hole and pained heart long.
Concrete was the enemy at land,
bringing our hope and roots to rot.

Humans were the culprits again,
touching lovely and thinking game.
Beginning to wonder all the loss,
to the wild nature and its maker.

Taking away the home of friends,
the earth will punish us in the end.
The costs shall be up manifold,
with every forest that today goes.

Moving again to a forest ground,
nature love forcing steps to rise.
Again have got a forest near me,
with different greens and new trees.

GREED

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sat, 25 Feb 2017 11:45:00 +0000

The life of a warrior is the greed of riches and glory.
No war would exist if not for the greed of mankind.
The life of a merchant is the greed of profit and hen.
No poor would be found if greed could be vanquished.

The life of a priest is the greed of supremacy or future.
No souls would matter if not for the lies and deception.
The life of a farmer is the greed of grains and water.
No food would reach the mouth is not for grit and toil.

The life of a criminal is the greed of else and bit more.
No diamond is big enough to satisfy the growing appetite
The life of a hunter is the greed of kill and some skill.
No creature would survive for the monster with the gun.

The life of a leader is the greed of protection or power.
No mission would ever complete if not for their initiative.
The life of a parent is the greed of relation and blood.
No learning is better achieved than ones learned at home.

What are you going to do ?

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 10 May 2016 22:05:00 +0000

The poor seem to have lost a cause,
Bending knee as every trouble came.
The runaways have never won war,
For their resolve is always the same.

The demons are the social spawns,
Bred by the selfish desires of one.
The lazy have stagnated in shell,
While they wait for things to run.

The rich may have found their way,
Fighting through the dust and rain.
The brave will find their success,
Walking beyond the fire and pain.

The angels live among the humans,
Providing help to those who need.
The diligent lead the life they want,
Shown in magazine cover we read.

The choices we make divides future,
As hunger drives us ever so closer.
No matter where your destiny lies,
The last survivor is never a poser.

Monsoon

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 26 Apr 2016 11:13:00 +0000

The beginning of the special time,
made with a small bunch of droplets.
Soon they are pouring down below,
and the sky is filling in darkness.

The grass and ground are all wet,
yet the kids will not stop playing.
As the clouds burst up they run,
and hide under any solid covering.

Some animals come out to peek
while others begin to disappear.
You find peacock dance in joy,
and dogs return inside in fear.

Trees have never looked clearer,
and the air feels really fresh.
Temperature may get a bit colder,
and wind can make you sick.

Hot coffee brings friend together,
and umbrellas put lovers close.
It is the season of fun and game,
to spread happiness is Monsoon.

Innocence and Forgiveness

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Fri, 04 Mar 2016 08:59:00 +0000

It had taken not much effort,
yet mischief had been done
Their plans always meant trouble,
as they brought much fun.

It would have been forgotten
But there had been unrest
If there were no punishment
What could they tell the rest

Yet pardoned were they all
As they were just little kids
They always spread happiness
breaking the cookie jar lids

The Dead May Talk

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sat, 16 Jan 2016 16:35:00 +0000

There were days when she used to spent entire time in the clash of the ideas with him. Now, she spends her time recanting those same ideas as her own. It has been a year since she has slept in her own bed. A year since she had a coffee at the shop next street and a year since she watched an episode of FRIENDS on the television. It has been a year since the fateful night he died in an accident.

She knew in her heart there was a problem, when he had called in the middle of the day. He would never call her during office hours and especially when she would be with clients. His voice sounded so different, for he wanted to convey so much. He probably knew he did not have much time left. He maybe knew she could hear the sirens in the background and did not want her to know as much. The only words she heard were "Ï love you" before the call got cut. She had already guessed the worst and wanted him back on the phone. She wanted him to hear her say, that she loved him too, but nobody would pick up.

He never made it to the hospital, as his body had given out from loss of blood. She had seen the calmness on his face as they took him to be cremated. She was angry at him, for he had been lucky enough to get his last message across. Something that would haunt her throughout her life. The last thing she had told him was 'I hate you', for he had made the eternal sin of not washing his feet before getting into the bed.

Today, she wanted to tell how much she had missed him. How she had listened to everything he had said. She had cut her hair short because he liked it. She had stopped smoking because he didn't like it. If only she could get to tell him all this. Maybe a few more seconds telling him that after he left she realized how much he had affected her with his presence. She could still smell his scent from the room. She wanted to talk to him yet every time she tried she felt the absence. There was no reply and no reaction. She could give away her possessions in life to be able to see his smiling face as he opened the door everyday.

The finish line

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Fri, 15 Jan 2016 14:20:00 +0000

An end to all beginnings,
An escape from sufferings.
A leap into the nothing,
A path upon the writhing.

People have tried to fight,
Scholars found it God's might.
Journey of all tale unfolds,
New life lessons it too molds.

Seeming to turn upon heel,
Yet it makes shards of steel.
Warriors have fallen short,
While their leaders still fought.

The sailor could not rope it in,
The champion just glimpse it in.
Long time has passed before,
Long time shall pass in after.

Everyone may not reach the line,
For their life will finish like mine.
Bravery and Luck are both in need,
If finish line has to be crossed indeed.

Better Tomorrow

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 07:19:00 +0000

The sunshine in the morning,
the chilly winds of the evening.
All they do is make me realize,
That this was a good day indeed.

The view from the window,
the sound from next door.
Giving us a company to tell,
That we here are not alone.

Changing trends of travels,
Increased chatting from tech.
Says people you need are near,
What you need to do is call.

Hope comes from believing,
Trust comes from attempting.
You just have to live for,
There is a better tomorrow

Wrote in view of the mental health week for people who may be having suicidal thoughts.

The story of a story

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sun, 01 Nov 2015 22:48:00 +0000

Once upon a time, the story just began.
It was the story of a foal and of a man.
The foal spent his days galloping in the garden,
the man spent his evening feeding and straddled.

The days went by in the life of the yearling,
as began his training under an expert handling.
The journey of the stallion finally had began,
as he was ridden all around the track and land.

No distance seemed too long for his hooves to fly,
and no hurdles too hard for the reins to climb high.
The days were fast paced and the nights silent,
the ground just a blur and the stables resting stop.

The highway looked like a distant dream, from the
window of his trailer he screamed. 'Let me run free'.
He wanted to run, gliding past everything his eyes could see
and more, maybe have fun, with no hand controlling his actions.

The dream remained just that, as he raced and raced,
and also fathered away many a foal of his own. Yet,
His energy was in vain but he did not want to fail,
but the body was weakening and the muscles aching.

Finally.
The horse just laid on the field and never got back,
and the man wrote this story of the horse that he had.

Language

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Fri, 02 Oct 2015 21:10:00 +0000

I wish I could understand a dog,
I could hear the tales full of fun,
I could learn the lessons of loyalty,
I could know the news of streets.

I wish I could understand a horse,
I could hear the winds of nature,
I could learn the ways of frolic,
I could know the speed of forest.

I wish I could understand a fish,
I could hear the sounds of water,
I could learn the beauty of depth,
I could know the strength of team.

Yet I can only understand a human,
He tells me tales of his conquest,
He teaches me the art of deception,
He finds the meaning of hypocrisy.

Languages may be endless but the heart is what is meant to be conveyed.

Desire

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sun, 30 Aug 2015 14:04:00 +0000

Raising that castle in sand,
I wanted it to stand forever.
Breaking at waves in ends,
I wanted to ride with them.

Cultivating those roses today,
I wanted them to spread away.
Collecting mangoes in my tin,
I wanted them to drop in bin.

Walking down the road alone,

I just wanted some company.

Travelling the road with her,

I just wanted some silence.

Working everyday so hard,

I just wanted a vacation.

Stuck in the mountain side,

I just wanted to get home.

Life is a big Question

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 20:03:00 +0000

Life gives you disappointments and you in turn give them back to people. There is nothing more good and still malignantly evil as HOPE. Hope is the power on which the future of mankind lies, as men get elected to power in a democracy using hope as a tool, while some extremist groups create terrorists using their hope of better life in the afterlife. Even the people who believe or seek solace in religion are nothing more than hopeful people. They are the ones who hope for a higher justice and seek the paranormal help to obtain it. They believe in hope of finding truth and peace even in the acts of benevolence and prayer. Maybe I do not know how to live in this world. As I have seen that hoping in hope just gets people into trouble. A gambler bets his hard earned money for the slim hope of getting a greater reward. Yet I have also seen that without hope some people I met could not have survived their turmoils. It is hope that makes a lot of relationship stand for long times and same hope that lets the bad ones run longer. Hoping to find a perfect mate brings people together as they search for connections. While hoping too much just create multiple doubts and distances. Sometimes I just want to give up on hope and try to achieve utter and complete hopelessness. Yet as I think about it, I do not want to hope to be hopeful about giving up Hope.

The last para does not even tell you half the story about the confusion of my mind. In life there are many big questions that we ask ourselves in our loneliness. Questions like: Will someone care when I die ? Is there someone who actually cares when I am hurt ? Is there somebody who would remember me for what I am or recognize the sacrifices I have made ? Do people really like me or they are there just for their own motives.

For years now, I have been analyzing as I met more and more people. I have seen that appearance or how you look affects the perceptions of people the most. I am not even talking about the judgement that people give based on first look but even the long term friendships and relationships are based on it. This prejudice always exist in every part of the world but in different form. Even the gender and ethnic based racism are just the advanced form of this particular bias. All my life I have attempted to look beyond the stereotypical idiosyncrasies of the masses while trying to make new friends. Yet deep in the mind, the thought remains as I watch them avoid people who they deemed do not look good.

It makes me think about the bigger question. Would my friendship with some of them have existed if I had looked any different. Is the truth of the statement "I love you no matter how you look" nonexistent. It does not even matter about the looks if the character is questioned but then surprisingly it is not.

Two days, Two parties.... Same but different...

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:20:00 +0000

It is that week of the year where two big and special parties have combined. One was the big Diwali celebrations at Pavilions in UL . The other was the night party at Costellos Tavern in Limerick courtesy the ISBT(International Student Badminton Tournament). One was a party of Indians with a touch of foreign touche. The other an Irish party with similarities to the Indian college mischief bonanza....
The first of the parties was an all out Indian community affair (with few people from international community who were interested to know more about the Indian festival of Diwali). Albeit forced under deception to wear the traditional clothes to the party(few in my neighborhood followed), it was a fun thing to do. The party did start a bit late following the traditions of the Irish Stretchable time zone. Yet the surprise of the day was the availability of Diwali sparkles (fulzhadi - fireworks). The component of interest was the safety concerning the use of them. They had a bucket of water arranged as a place of disposal instead of throwing them in the bins or the mud to cool down.

The fun time was followed by a very formal dinner, similar to the ones you see in IIFA or oscar awards. People sitting in groups in round tables, where food was served in buffet style. I still have memories of Diwali in US which was an all out DJ party and sweets sharing affair. So a sophisticated and calm party was a welcoming one.

The second party was more interesting as it was a learning experience as well as a enjoying experience. We started by the tradition of pre-party. Strange as it may sound there is a party before the start of every party. The most satisfactory explanation for such party was that the booze(alcohol) is cheaper at home. So drink at home and then go to the party in the bar. Well I don't drink alcohol so it never mattered where I had watch others drink.

The Irish do not just drink, they make a sport out of the whole thing. I enjoyed a card game with drinking attached to it. Just a small explanation for the game as only Irish people can give you intricate details about it. A card is pulled out for each person. Who drinks and how much depends on the card. Like if it is a 4 then all guys in the party drink, if it is 6 then it is all girls. If an 8 comes then you decide a buddy who will be drinking every time you drink in the whole party. There was another card which when pulled you get to set a rule for the whole night. Anybody breaking that rule would be drinking each time he/she broke it. The time was usually 5 seconds for each time drinking.

After the whole drinking came the singing. There were a few musicians in the party who showed us their skills while all joined in the singing. There were also some mischievous or funny songs sung as a group.

Next we moved and rode a bus on our way to the city. The time in the bus reminded me of the college tours in India. Singing, screaming, taking pics madly and even teasing each other. In the city, the first thing that happened broke all my doubts that apart from some extreme differences Ireland is very similar to India. The thing was public peeing by the Irish and the Europeans in the blind alley. Out of the bus and a few feet from the bar, yet the prospect of doing it like the lion of the jungle, openly was too good to be denied.

The final part of the day was the time spend in Costellos which is a very nice place. Especially the dancing on the floor and the beer pong on the tables. In all both parties went amazingly well and I cant wait for the others to happen.

Gaelic sports time

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 21:33:00 +0000

I finally tried my hands at hurling and Gaelic football, the all famous Irish games. FYI have not yet found single Irish who does not enthusiastically discuss them.

I started my time with hurling. For those who do not know this sport. The goal posts are a combination of soccer and american football goals. You get more points if you get a goal in the soccer goal net and one point if it goes between the two very high parallel bars.

The game is a mix of cricket hitting and in over the ground field hockey. I really had to forget cricket style hitting as the stick is held in exact opposite way (left hand up and right hand down the handle). Overall it was a fun to play as the cricket training hit in and I made some wonderful shots in. Running with ball and stick on the other hand was not my forte. Balancing the ball on stick while running and avoiding people takes lot of concentration. Sometimes I would even forget where goals and other players are located.

Gaelic football had similar goals and scoring. Yet it was a combination of volleyball style passing, basketball style traveling and soccer style kicking. There were lot of other small and complicated rules but I can tell you about them when we play. Yes and I got two goals in the match which we won 9-4 .

Overall the experience was awesome. The one fact I really liked was the passion that Irish have for their traditional games. There is no money in playing these games and they are not even played internationally. Yet people love to play and support them.

Traveling the unknown path

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 07 Oct 2014 15:04:00 +0000

Being new to the city and low on cash I decided to walk the distance(Total 14 kms... yes it is my own version of Harshal vs. The machines and I won) from my place near UL (University of Limerick) to the Limerick City Centre for some specific shopping(badminton racket) and finding Garda office for immigration appointment next day.

I planned to take the pictures of anything interesting I find on the road. The first picture was the beautiful grass and trees in UL. For person like me who calls himself environmental and always loves green. This place is heaven there greenery and grass everywhere. I can just fall asleep on the grass in the shadow of a tree for hours.

Limerick Garden

Once I had started my walk on the road I saw these Tall flagpoles and I was curious about the flags flying up there. I had seen lot of thin metallic flagpoles in India and USA and they all had one thing in common. There was a rope that allowed the flags to be raised and taken down. I could not find any rope and I would definitely try to find out and share how or if they do it.

Limerick flagpoles

As this was the first time going towards the city and with a paper map which was drawn by a friend, I was looking for a sign that I was going the right way. One such sign that helped a lot was this one telling me I was entering into a cultural city. Yet when I got into Limerick I found huge signs posted on pillars about Limerick the city of sports.

I was a lone wolf (UL wolves) and so I spent most time looking in the map so that I was following the road (which was stupid as it turns out the road I followed was straight). I finally reached the city centre and took the pictures of a city map and my new bucket list in Limerick for my next travel.

It took me a look into 10-12 sports shops before I found my badminton(Yonex Nanoray) in Gleesons sports shop....FYI do not ask for route to Gleesons as you may end up in a bakery or a market or even a shoe store before you get to the sports store. Best is to ask them where the biggest sports store is located and if it is called Gleesons. Garda office on the other hand was very easy to find.

On my way back I was looking at the cultural clues but what I did find was the wall art I liked a lot in USA.

Maybe on my next trip I will find a lot of more interesting things to show you all. Keeping fingers crossed for the next journey as the temperature is dropping.

Ireland - the land of pubs and parties

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Tue, 07 Oct 2014 09:09:00 +0000

If you been to Ireland before ipso facto you already know everything in the blog below. If you have not been here yet you have good things to hope for. I have been to a lot of universities in India and in USA but this was the first campus that I found bars inside the university campus. Most places here are always full of activity and parties almost every night.

If it is drinking you want, or maybe just socializing or even use of your dancing shoes. You just need to walk towards the campus and you can have them all. If you are an Indian then Irish pubs are no different from their India counterparts. You will find the odd drunk guy dancing comically in the center, and maybe the couples on the sides making their own steps as they go. You will also find the loners contemplating their decision to join the crowd or mingle in the background with other loners.

College tales

noreply@blogger.com (Zarconic) — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 11:10:00 +0000

College ki vo saari baatein, ban chuki hai ab yaadien.
Class jab chalu ho pati, kitab hamari band ho jati.
Assignments ho ya drawing, dost karte plotting ploying.
Karte the bas thodi shararat, aur phir patakte koi harkat.

Naadani thi aankon mein, shaitani tha sabka dimaag,
Jaane chahte padhne par, phirte the hum behisaab.
Canteen mein ho khana, Class mein jaake phir sona.
Ghar jaate hai khehne ko, humne nikalna tha gumne ko.

Highway par hoti thi chai, aur dhabe par sasta khana.
Pani mein khelne jaate the, raet par kuch likh aate the.
Cricket humne bohot khela, aate the sab jaise ho mela.
College se pehle ki sab baat, chalti rehti thi puri raat.

Din vo ab sab kho jayenge, Raat ab tanha ho jayengi.
Shaam akele bita karengi, dophar ghar mein bitengi.
Dost ko dhundne lagenge, par unse na phir milenge.
Mauka hai ab ye masti ka, padhne ka aur hasne ka.