Mumbai, Lonavala and Mahabaleshwar

This was an unplanned trip, my dear friend Ashwith had to collect his ‘Captains’ certificate from Mumbai and I thought of accompanying him and plan a trip to Lonavala, Khandala, Mahabaleshwar and Pune from there, instead of going to Lakshadweep as decided earlier. Ashish, Ashwith’s younger brother also decided to join us to make it the awesome threesome.

The trip started on high note, we took the jet airways flight at 7:00 AM from Bangalore to Mumbai. Reached by 9:30 and checked into the hotel “Dream Land” which we had booked through phone after seeing the ad in the internet. The room here surprised all of us, it had just enough space for the 3 people and considering the size of my two friends it would be technically correct to say that we just fit into the room. We were fine with room though, as we had no intention of staying in the room for too long anyway. We went in search of MMD (Mercantile Marine Department) and after a couple of rounds in the two square kilometer area we finally found the place in the Nav Bhavan building.

After confirming the availability of the certificate we were asked to come back to this place by 3:00 PM. We took a taxi to ‘Gateway of India’, the concrete gate erected to commemorate the visit of King George V and Queen Mary in 1911. This place is quite beautiful with the sea on one side and the very famous Taj hotel on the other. We took a few pictures, notably some with the pigeons, which are abundant here.

All the windows of Taj had pigeons perched on them, adding to the beauty of Taj. The place does not have any evidences left behind to indicate that this was the same hotel which was attacked by infamous terrorists, except may be for the extra policemen stationed here. We started walking and soon found a simple and good looking B&R and decided to have our lunch, Ashwith and I shared a bottle of beer and couple of glasses of Breezer. The close by street had a lot of roadside vendors selling ‘branded watches’ among other articles, they had all the major watches, most of them having slightly different spellings from the originals, I settled for a Tommy Hilfiger watch, spelt correctly, for 275 rupees mostly because of the interesting conversation we had with the Malayali vendor.

We went to collect the certificate by 3 and we were all seated in the common waiting room (actually an examination hall), most of the people there was formally dressed including Ashwith in contrast to the T-shirt and 3/4th shorts that I had worn, I sat a few seats behind to make sure that my appearance do not hinder his chances of getting the certificate sooner and probably because I could effectively utilize the waiting time by taking a small nap, luckily he got the certificate by 3:45 PM. We were deciding what to do next when Ashwith found that there very few things to see close to where we were staying, near the Victoria Terminus. He came up with the names of a fountain, Chowpati beach and necklace road or marine drive as the possible places to see. We took a taxi to the Chowpati beach, by now it had started drizzling, and the beach had very few visitors, we had Pav Bhaji and Pani Puri from one of the many shops here.

We covered almost the entire stretch of necklace road by foot over the neatly constructed stone pavement, lined with stone seats providing convenient options visitors to sit and talk freely. We went to the fountain next, and could not find anything of tourist importance there; we had dinner close to our hotel along with a drink each (except Ashish) before returning to our room.

We decided to take a train to Lonavala and got into the Bangalore bound Udyan express which left at 8:00, this was considered to be one of the faster trains, unfortunately we reached lonavala by 12:15 a good 90 minutes behind schedule, because of some unavoidable blockages. The scenery on the way to Lonavala was superb; it was wonderful to see the mountains covered in greenery and mist, its beauty enhanced by the soft drizzle providing it a fresh and clean look.

We had one of the most interesting discussions in the train, ranging from marriage and love to family and spiritualism. On the funny side it was great to know some people actually loved to make girls sit on their lap and pinch their cheeks. I could not avoid but let my imagination run wild, and laugh away thinking about this beautiful young bride sitting next to her husband, her cheeks swollen red with the constant pinching she was receiving, and involuntarily moving her cheeks away as soon her husband approaches her.

We took an auto and checked few hotels, including the MTDC hotel which we thought was a good place from the photos provided in the internet, in reality though this place was quite ordinary; finally we decided to take a room in a centrally located hotel with good looking room and even better looking restaurant with super ambience. We had a delicious lunch from this place along with our, now usual, two drinks.

The hotel also arranged a site seeing taxi to take us to Karla Caves, Khandala, Munshi dam and few other view points. The Karla caves looked ordinary for me after having seen the caves at Ellora and Ajantha, except the main entrance cave which was actually a prayer hall, with uncharacteristic columns of wood on the ceiling.

It was splendid with sculptures of faces on the huge stone pillars and huge central dome (dome like structure) with a provision for seating on top of it.

It is believed that if you pray and throw a coin to top of the dome and if it does not fall down then your prayers will be fulfilled. I tried and was successful in the third attempt, I am not sure what I prayed though as I was concentrating more on making sure the coin stays there. This place is not very well maintained and paths to some of the smaller caves, was literally not usable because of the stench of urine among other things and also the slippery state because of the rains.

The rain played spoilsport to what could have been a wonderful outing; most of the places we went to see were covered with mist, with very less visibility, the soft cold breeze also adding to our misery. We could not make out how different one view point was from the other, including the view from Khandala park.

The experience was quite unusual, the mist and cool breeze was providing a beautiful setting for the much sought after different experience, for which we actually were not prepared. All along the cab driver was happy it had started raining as it attracts more tourists to this place. Surprisingly what we had witnessed was the specialty of this place, which the visitors come to experience and enjoy, it was certainly was an experience, which we could not enjoy much, probably we were not equipped like some of the tourists we saw on our way.

We were back in our rooms by around 6:00 PM and after some rest went to buy the real specialty of this place, Chikkis. The streets were filled with huge shops selling Chikki’s, we also brought a lot of them from a shop called Maganlal’s, which looked like the most renowned vendor there with more than 3 shops in around 200 meter area.

Next morning we took a taxi to Pune, primarily to ensure that we travel on the famous express highway. The expressway was a good experience especially the scenery, the long dark tunnels and the fact that our taxi, an Indica was doing 140 Kms/hour with out much snag, a clear testimony to the supreme condition of the roads and safety precautions considered. I also noticed that apart from the Expressway the parallel main road between Mumbai and Pune was also in a very good condition.

We took the Asiad bus (I have no clue why it is named so) from Swargate bus stand in the outskirts of the town to our next destination Mahabaleshwar and Panchgani, which Nestles in the curvaceous mountain ranges of the Western ghats. Overlooking the Krishna and Koyna valleys, Mahabaleshwar, at an altitude of 1372 meters opens up a whole world of picturesque delight.

The 2 odd hour’s journey to Mahabaleshwar was beautiful, with mesmerizing view of the magnificent mountains, mist and small streams. We checked a couple of hotels recommended by the local guides near the bus stand and selected one at the center of the city, the hotel also arranged a cab for site seeing, which we started soon at about 3:30 PM.

The first destination was Old Mahabaleshwar to see a few old temples, which looked like the ones from China or atleast from the North East India with the mist adding a very unique touch to its looks, these were nice even though they were not too big and looked pretty ordinary if not for the mist.

The main temple was called Panchganga and water from five different rivers that is the Koyna, Krishna, Venna, Savitri and Gayatri join in this place, flowing to a small pond in the temple, giving it its name. We had a late and light lunch at about 4 PM at local place, although I do not remember what exactly we ate, I certainly remember it being very tasty.

We moved to Kates Point, Echo Point and Needles Hole (I am not 100% sure of the names) located in close proximity to each other, basically different views from the same hill in a kilometers radius.

The views were magnificent, with the mountains wrapped in the mist, guiding a cool breeze towards you sending a wave of freshness caressing your face and enriching you with unique sensations. I must admit that views were quite similar, thanks to the mist and drizzle.


The most interesting aspect of this place is the shops selling Strawberry and Ice creams, these shops take pride in exhibiting the photos of film stars who have visited them, and they had a great collection. It was like most of the Bollywood stars have visited this place one time or the other. The Ice cream with fresh strawberries, specialty of the place, was excellent, their taste embedding pleasant memories which will flood your mouth with water at the slightest recollection.

The next place we visited was the Lamington Plateau (again I am not sure of the name) which is good 2 kilometers trek from the road, through a remote and narrow path. There are guides in this place who will guide you to the plateau and other destination called Wilson’s Point, unfortunately no guide was interested to come with us because of the drizzle, so we traveled alone, with a not a soul in sight for long periods.

The plateau was beautiful right on top of the hill, providing you almost a 360 degree view of the surroundings, which unluckily for us was fully covered with mist, providing visibility of just a few meters. I must admit that although it deprived us some beautiful scenery it did provide us with unique opportunity to be covered in the thick mist enveloping us with the chillness, on a plateau on top of, one of the biggest hills of the area.

In the evening we had a long walk in the narrow streets of Mahabaleshwar town, which is lined with shops selling all kinds of things, we though did not buy anything of importance apart from the elephant train which I picked up for my son. Fortunately or should I say unfortunately all the wine shops in this place was closed for the day because of some local festival and we had to make ourselves comfortable in the cold and beautiful weather with out the good ‘spirits’.

Morning we took the bus to Pune, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the way. We reached Pune and settled ourlselves in the comfort of the hotel which was again recommended by an auto rickshaw driver. We were a feeling a little lazy and also a little confused as to what to do in Pune, One of the places we did not want to miss is a Mosque called Hazrat Quamer Ali Durvesh which was suggested by Ashwiths Dad. This place is famous because of a unique stone which can be lifted by finger tips of 11 people with relative ease. We took an auto to this place only to realize that it was almost on the way to Pune from Mahabaleshwar, with hardly a kilometer diversion inside to reach the Mosque. We had the luck to see the actual sight of the stone being lifted using only the index fingerstips of 11 faithful men. Believe it or not but it looked like miracle when the stone was lifted in a smooth motion and I did not feel anyone actually straining to lift the quite a large stone.

We did nothing in the morning and wasted time till we left to the railway station. The train journey was a nightmare as only one of our three seats/berths was confirmed, the train was full and we were desperately trying to get a couple more berths before the night.

Luckily for us the train had 3 births on the side, and the bookings were only for two berths as the railways had cancelled bookings for side middle berths because of the obvious complaints from the uncomfortable passengers. This was first time and probably the only time I thanked Lalu for introducing the stupid idea of side middle births, which actually is a real pain in the wrong place. We were allocated two of these middle births for a sum of 200 rupees which we paid to the ticket collector, and slept well to reach Bangalore in the morning. My sincere advice is to never travel on a waiting list ticket even if it is WL1 and 2, as it spoilt the experience of the train travel, the uncertainty of getting a birth and lack of dedicated seats for all of us, did not allow us to relax and enjoy the journey.

On the whole it was a wonderful trip with lots of beautiful moments and cherished memories, the hill stations in Maharashtra I felt is very different to the ones in South India, to which I have traveled extensively, the mist, the slight drizzle, the markets and the surroundings are different and is an unusual experience quite unlike the South. Incase you traveling to these places be prepared for the rain, as they say ‘chance favors the prepared mind’.

The Wayanad Experience

Unpredictability is not the most comfortable word to use for starting of a trip, but this was one of those rare occasions where we could not avoid it. This trip was actually planned for 7 of us, one of the friends Jithu dropped out initially, another friend Mahesh dropped out on the previous day. There were also concerns for two of us, Nagu had his brother admitted in Hospital and my Son was down with fever. So we were not sure till the morning of the journey whether we will actually make it, to our credit though we had decided we will go even if we have 4 people and I had decided by the previous evening that I will be making the journey. We had already booked the Innova to pick us from Ejipura at 6:00 AM, and Nagu was supposed to come in the vehicle.

It was with apprehension that Ben waited near the pickup point at 6:00 AM, he was soon joined by Mark and me, by around 6:15 Nagu arrived in the Innova for our pleasant surprise and soon we had picked up Deepak, and the 5 of us were on our way. It was around 8:30 that we reached Maddur and all of us were excited that we were finally on our way, we had a light breakfast and was tempted by the ‘other shop’ near by, we thought we will be prepared and brought a couple of bottles of well refined spirit, and could not help opening one of them and having couple drinks each. This put to rest all the unpredictability and got us to the ‘enjoy maadi’ feeling which we are so used to in our travel. The events which unfolded in the course of the next two days was nothing short of amazing, making us all agree that this one of the best trips we had.

We reached Gundlupet 11:00 AM and had Chapathi and chicken curry from the Mallu hotel called ‘Hotel New Calicut’. We crossed Gundlupet and as we approached the Muthanga Wildlife Sanctuary about 16 kms from Sulthan Bathery, we saw the most admirable sight, a large herd of Elephants, around 30 of them, were crossing the road and we forced to stop and admire the elegance and grandeur of this majestic creatures at close quarters.


One huge Bull ( corrected as Matriarch Aka Alpha Female, courtesy Mark's comments)who looked liked the leader of the gang, waited patiently at one side of the road waiting for the rest of his herd to cross the road at their own pace. Some of us even ventured out of the vehicle and stood about 12-15 meters from them, appreciating their dignified supremacy. We had also clicked a few photos as testimony to our great experience.

We were so lost in our admiration that we failed to notice a single bull approaching our vehicle from one of the sides; we were informed of the same by the thoughtful driver of a Kerala RTC bus. We just had enough time to get into the vehicle and start moving, before noticing that, the Elephant chasing us with a slow run, had reached within a few meters of our vehicle, to our relief the animal did not continue the chase. It looked like his intention was just to make us move from an arguably critical position on the road, where we were stationed for a long time, unintentionally hindering the peaceful movement of the herd across the road. It would be fair to say the experience ‘shook’ us a little as none of us even thought of taking the picture of the charging Elephant in the thick of the moment.

We reached the Muthanga WLS at distance of about 16 kms from Sulthan Bathery and went for the Jeep ride hoping to see more Elephants, only to be disappointed, and had to be satisfied with occasional sights of Deer’s and other common animals. We were frustrated enough to get down from the Jeep and walk around completely unaware of potential threat as this was the same place where a infamous elephant called Mozha in Malayalam (which was neither male or female as told by the guide, corrected as a Male Bull with a recessive gene), questionably the most dangerous of all the Elephants, had charged the jeeps on more than one occasion (Ben and family also experienced it after a few months). The experiences made us realize that we should be little more careful, and give the wild animals their due respect and not to blindly trust the drivers/guides to be supermen. We had a late lunch of fish and rice from a quite little hotel, which had no objection to us even having a couple drinks inside there, probably because it was too late and there was hardly any customers apart from us.

We booked our stay in Sulthan Bathery at a small but beautiful and comfortable lodge, at a very reasonable rate. After a small debate we decided to go to Meenmutty falls, only to realize that the falls was a good 2 odd kilometers trek through the wilderness which was supposedly frequented by wild animals in the night, and it was compulsory to take guide with us as it was easy to get lost in this place (we were really thankful we did as we realized later it would have been a nightmare to reach back before dark with out his help) The trek was really strenuous as we were literally climbing down a hill with a small narrow treacherous path formed by the steps of the frequent travelers as the only visible route, after a few meters Mark decided to stay back because of the unfriendly trail, a great decision that we realised later as we all found it really difficult to make it back to the top.

The falls though is worth every bit of the ordeal, it is the most imposing falls in the Wayanad district with an impressive height of 300 meters, the falls as I understand has three tiers with three diverse trekking routes, equally dangerous to the different tiers.


What a site it was to be in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by wilderness, under the beautiful falls, enjoying the water of the falls hitting you hard creating a unique bliss. We played and swam in the small pond formed under the waterfalls to forget our tiredness, and also utilized the astounding surrounding to have drink or two, appreciating the true sense of being there.

The climb back from the falls was really a mystery, our fitness and stamina put to a challenging test, we, atleast most of us was found wanting, 3 out of 4 of us had to sit down at different occasions from a strange feeling of exhaustion, almost making us dizzy enough to think whether we will be able to continue the journey. It was weird to note that this always happened to the person who was carrying the only backpack bag which was quite heavy with the wet clothes. We needed the help of the guide who carried the bag for about one third of the journey, to make it safely to the top, and need I say, it was a relief to make it. This was a good eye opener for us about our fitness, which prompted some of us to be more active with occasional morning walks, and also Cricket and Football games. (We would not like to give the excuse of the slightly heavy backpack for our unpleasant experiences as it will spoil our occasional enjoyable attempt to improve our fitness). We were all filled with a unique feeling, of physical and mental exhaustion, and gentle satisfaction of success, quite unlike any other going back to the room.

The next morning we went to the Pookot Lake, a beautiful and peaceful place at distance of about 13 kms from Kalpetta. The Lake is equipped with boating options of a few different types. Deepak and I took a self rowing boat and the others a peddle boat, and enjoyed sensation of being lost in the waters on our own and also the attempt at learning the art of rowing.

There is small path around the lake and it is nestled amid tall trees and dense wilderness, adding to the beauty of the place. One can also ride a Horse on this path, for a very nominal fee. There is also a small aquarium here and few shops selling honey and spices apart from usual tea shop, like most places in Kerala.

Our next destination Banasura Dam, the largest earth dam in India 20 kilometers from Kalpetta was a memorable experience. The main attraction of this place is the speed boating, in the dam’s reservoir having small islands which were formed when the dam was constructed, submerging the surrounding areas.

The access to speed boats is a few kilometers from the main entrance of this tourist place, and we need to travel in their vehicle to reach there as no private vehicles are permitted. We befriended a very nice Malayalee gentle man who works there, whose name I would not like to mention, and we were given a royal treatment.

He ensured that we got a speedboat (the drivers are not always available) and even allowed to have a few drinks in the isolated shelter which was the waiting area for the boats. His recommendation also came in handy for us to convince the driver and have a few cans of beer while traveling in the boat.


The experience was out of the world, to speed past the small islands, with the water splashing on our faces, sipping on chilled beer and feasting our eyes on the beautiful waters in back drop of the charming hills and beautiful islands. We were so thrilled that we took extra ride, and spent more than 30 minutes boating, made possible by the generous tip given to the driver. I suggest that if you come here do not miss the speed boat ride at any cost; it is really special in this place. There is also a government guest house available in this place which extremely reasonable to stay, but has to be booked in advance.

It was our second day in God’s own country and it was only fair that we have the taste of the very famous traditional local drink called Toddy. We selected a Toddy shop close to Mananthavady for the unique ‘spiritual’ experience. The toddy shops are very famous for their excellent cuisine, with the a little bit of extra spice forming an unmatched mouth watering combination with the lingering taste of Toddy, and this place was no exception.

It would be fair to say that by the time we reached our friend, Deepak’s native home to visit his grand mom we were really high, both in spirit and remarkable experiences. We left Mananthavady at around 6:00 PM reached Bangalore at 10:30 PM, stopping only for a brief dinner near Chennapatna. The trip although short was rich with incomparable experiences, making it revered among one of the best we have had.

Enchanting Avalanche and Ooty

Feb 27th - March 1st, 2009
I have always wondered why people go to same tourist place again and again, but here I was planning another trip to Ooty (A place I have been on nearly 10 occasions), this time with my close friends, my only consolation was in trying to believe we were actually going to Avalanche and Red hills and not exactly to Ooty. It is also a different matter that when friends especially men only travel, the place or destination looses its significance more often than not, in comparison to the experience and events of the journey. We were 5 of us (Mahesh, Mark, Deepak, Bennish and I) and decided that Toyota Innova would be the vehicle we will hire due to the comfort aspects from our previous travel experiences.

We planned a rare travel in the night, started the journey from ‘Gangothri’ where we spent a good hour or two making sure we had the right ‘spirits’ before venturing to the fun and surprises of a largely unplanned travel by our standards.
We left Bangalore by around 11 PM and stopped close to Maddur for another ‘session’ just for the heck of it. When we reached Gundlupet by around 3:30 AM and realized that we were not allowed to climb the ghat session in the night, so we halted there till around 5 AM, resting in the verandah of a hotel which had been closed for the day.

The early morning drive was a unique experience with the mist and freshness adding beauty to the magnificent scenery of the Nilgiris, the queen of hills. The morning fog was so thick that at times we had visibility of only a few meters. We faintly remember stopping at a Mallu chai shop for a good 20-30 minutes.

We reached 10th mile, a tourist place famous for shooting movies, at the dawn of a beautiful day, and climbed the small hill to witness the fantastic view of the surrounding hills, this place is usually crowded but thanks to the odd time there was hardly anyone else there, and that actually, was a great sensation to be all alone in a very famous place, surrounded by only peace and the mesmerizing hills.

We had booked our stay in Mayura Sudarshan, KTDC hotel, close to Fern hills, this place is isolated with a beautiful garden and being on top of a hill provides a fantastic view. The hotel actually looks like a miniature version of a grand bungalow, probably due to the low height of the roof. The placel though is quite ordinary in the quality of the rooms and the service, nothing great but good enough for a comfortable stay, with exquisite surroundings and astounding view.

The 26 km drive along the Upper Bhavani route to Avalanche, is beautiful with the shola trees, diverse plantations, tranquility beyond comparison. Avalanche, a beautiful village derives its name from an avalanche or landslide in 1823, and is a very quite place famous for the splendid lake and Dam located here.

The actual location of the lake is very easy to miss, there is small gate with a few guest houses on one side, and small stream on the other with a bridge, right in the middle of what looks like nowhere, and the guard here will not allow you inside to see the lake, as you need permission, but one or two hundred rupee notes to the guard without too much talk, will ensure your entrance. To the Guards’ credit though he was not allowing women who were single due to security reasons, a foreign lady who had traveled alone on a bike being one of the unfortunate sufferer.

The Avalanche Lake looks everything what we expected it to be, pristine, mesmerizing and the water, crystal clear, reflecting the rays to fashion flashes of silver streaks, amid the colorful pebbles at the bottom.



The bluish hue of the lake making it shine like a blue diamond expanse (I could not help but remember the ‘Heart of the Ocean’ diamond from the movie Titanic) as it reflects the soft sun rays.


The path that leads to the lake is equally enchanting, surrounded by beautiful shola trees along a small stream with visible fishes, which joins the lake, and also few unique slender trees with wonderfully drooping leaves.

One can easily get lost in realm of this paradise with the surrounding green hills embracing the lake as though to protect its absolute beauty from the exasperating crowds of the outside world.

This is also an ideal place for a drink or two, unfortunately none of us remembered to take the ‘liquid parcels’ from the car, so we compensated by taking off in the opposite direction of the lake to the wilderness, to see the mouth of a 30 kilometer tunnel, with water cascading down to form a small stream, after taking the necessary things from the car.


This place strewn with large stones amongst the wilderness provided the necessary shade and more importantly, the ambiance for quenching our thirst and much needed break to renew our fervor.

The next place we visited was the Emerald Dam and lake, true to its name the place is attractive and calm, peace and calm are not the words you can associate with the modern commercialized Ooty but somehow this place has escaped the encroaching steps of the numerous visitors. The water has receded to a large extent providing large a lake bed, and enough shade from the Trees to sit comfortably and have a good meal, which we did although it was almost time for evening snacks.

This place does not have anything you can remotely call a hotel and I remember our good friend Mahesh had to drive back quite a distance to get us what can be termed as a basic meal, the fish being the exception. By the time we reached back to Ooty town it was around 5:30 and we went to the lake and ended playing dashing cars and other casual games which was really fun mainly because of our high ‘spirits’. We retired to the hotel by 8 PM and after a ‘high level discussion’ had dinner from the hotel itself, which was probably not the best idea as the food was quite ordinary.

The next day morning we decided to checkout some places near Coonoor, we actually wanted to travel in the narrow gauge train but somehow the timing never suited our travel plans. We ended up just sitting in the car, letting out driver take us to places in our wish list, which we realized was a big mistake as he took us to places of his choice rather then ours or should I say where he was comfortable to drive even taking the longest routes possible.
We could not complain much though as we had the privilege of seeing and visiting some incredible stretches of tea plantations, which literally pulled us to their midst to get lost for few precious moments and enrich in the feeling of peacefulness and mental privacy.

We also visited the infamous ‘Suicide Point’ though I should say we enjoyed the walk to this place more then the actual view from the point.


It is quite a long walk through what I believe is a private plantation, with breathtaking views, one of the places also becoming our resting place to recharge our exhausting bodies and mind.


We returned to Ooty by noon, and decided to go near the lake again to do the much needed shopping of a few small things but considered specialties of the place, like the carrots, chocolates, tea powder/leaves and of course all kinds of oil for all the ailments you can think of. We brought the carrots and unfading flower bunch from the lake front and on our way back we did buy a lot of things from the Sagar Super Market, whose owner I was familiar with thanks to the numerous visits I had to the place with my brother, we got 20% discount because of my acquaintance. I would recommend this place to visitors along with Venus Super Market for some genuine merchandise and reasonable pricing.

We reached Bangalore by around 9 PM,seeing some deers on the way, still having a feeling we will go to this place again. Few places are like that, captivating and mesmerizing, embedded in the deepest of memories prompting occasional impulses to travel to this place for its tranquility and to some extent, relish the memories of the past visits.
It is no wonder that many use the word enchanting to describe this place, I could not agree with them more.

Transfer Market: The genius of the Special One

This probably should be one of the reasons they call him, Jose Mourinho, as the ‘Special One’. In a transfer window which would be remembered for the buying prowess of Real Madrid and Manchester City, and transfers of 2 of the 3 arguably the best players in the world (Messi, Kaka and Ronaldo), there was one team called Inter Milan which went about doing their job fantastically without much distraction.

The master plan was started by Jose Mourinho with the sale of Zlatan Ibrahimovich to Barcelona for 69 Million Euro’s (€46 Millions + Eto valued at €20 Million + € 3 million compensation for Hleb’s loan transfer refusal), imagine getting €49 million and a competent striker in exchange for one very good striker. He brought in Wesley Sneijder from real Madrid for 15 million euro’s , Diego Milito and Thiago Motta from Genoa, for an undisclosed amount and in exchange for 4 Inter players. He also brought in Lucio from Bayern Munich for an undisclosed amount.

I am sure overall he would have spent about € 30 million euro’s in the transfer market having a net profit of nearly €19 million and I sincerely feel he has improved the team over all with addition key players in important positions. He also achieved his aim of trimming his squad but increasing the number of quality players.
Kudos to the special one.

Tactical fouling killing the beautiful game

The last week Manchester United Vs Arsenal match created enough impact for me to actually write this even though it is late by a few days. The feeling I got after seeing the full match was that Arsenal did not deserve to lose; the match was more or less fought on equal grounds with arguably Arsenal having the slight edge because of their style of play. The flowing single touch passes of Arsenal was quite a pleasure to watch but it was unfortunate that Manchester United successfully managed to spoil their rhythm with the huge number of fouls, Fletcher in particular looked like he was there only to foul the opposition, a fact which also was pointed out by Arsene Wenger. The irony is that fetcher fouled no less than 6 times but did not even receive a single card for it. I do not think the English referees are too keen on seeing nice flowing football, as I am sure quite a few teams would have noticed this and will employ the same strategy with teams like Arsenal and for that matter even with Barcelona. I believe that you can do anything to win, but a team like Man U doing this surprised even me.

The second thing that struck my mind was the vulnerability of the Arsenal boys against the experienced men of Man U, it was for everyone to see that they were nervous but to concede a own goal (by Diaby) from a unchallenged cross is something that I have not seen for ages, and showed in full the darker side of team Arsenal. They say experience is everything and I could not agree more after seeing Ryan Giggs being the creator of both the goals (The pass to Rooney which crated the penalty and also the cross from which Diaby scored the own goal). Arsenal definitely needs some experience and needs to buy a few senior players, it is sad that they did not continue the good work after buying Arshavin, who again proved what experience can bring to the team by scoring a fantastic goal. This Arsenal team, I feel will disappoint its fans in the critical games, more often than not.