Phubbing = Phone + Snubbing

PHUBBING

(Phone + Snubbing)

Musings

By

VIKRAM KARVE

First – let me tell you a story from my Navy Days.

This story around 40 years ago – in the end 1970’s – much before the advent of Mobile Phones.

Yes – those days – the only phones available were “Landline” Phones.

I was busy working in my office.

As was my habit – whenever I was doing something important – I had kept the phone off the hook.

My deputy knocked and entered my office.

I gave him an angry look.

He looked at me apologetically – and said to me:

“Sir – I am sorry. You told us not to disturb you – but – Boss has gone crazy…”

“So – what’s new in that…? The bugger is “crazy”…” I said.

“Sir – he wants you in his office immediately. He was trying to call you for the last 10 minutes – and your phone is dead…” my deputy said.

“My phone is not “dead” – I have deliberately kept it off the hook because I don’t want to be disturbed…” I said.

“Sir – the Boss said to tell you that he wants to see you in his office immediately…” my deputy said.

“Okay – Okay – you sit down…” I motioned to my deputy.

I put the phone on the hook – picked it up again – and – checked the dial tone.

Then – I dialled my Boss’s number.

“Come to my office immediately…” my Boss barked at me via the phone.

“Sir, I am very busy right now. Can I come later – in the afternoon – after lunch…?” I asked him.

“No. You come right now. I want to discuss “XXX” project – I need some clarifications…” my Boss shouted – and he banged down the phone.

At first – I thought that I would first complete the work I was doing.

And then – after finishing the urgent work in hand – I would go to my Boss’s Office.

That was the sensible thing to do.

But then – my Boss was a most rank-conscious authoritarian megalomaniac.

Though I wasn’t a “Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Three Bags Full Sir” type of Officer – the Navy is a military service – and – there is a limit to which one can reason with a Senior Officer – especially if he was like my conceited egotistical autocratic Boss.

So – I stopped whatever I was doing – and – I took out the Project “XXX” file from my drawer.

Then – I put on my cap – and – I started walking down to the Main Building of the Dockyard – where my Boss’s Office was located.

It was a hot and humid day in Mumbai – the main building was around 500 meters away from my workplace – and – by the time I reached my Boss’s Office – I was sweating profusely.

I entered my Boss’s Office.

My Boss was sitting at his desk – leaning back on his chair – talking on the phone.

I saluted him.

My boss ignored me.

Maybe he was so engrossed in the telephonic conversation – that he probably hadn’t noticed my salute.

I stood in front of him for around one minute.

I thought that he would terminate his telephonic conversation – and speak to me – at least ask me to sit down.

But – no such luck.

He was very much absorbed in the telephonic conversation.

I could overhear that he was speaking about shares and the stock market.

Suddenly – he leaned forward – picked up a pencil – and – he made some notes on a pad in front of him on the desk.

I felt humiliated.

My Boss was treating me as if I did not exist.

I turned around – and I walked out of his office.

My Boss’s pretty PA asked me: “Sir – you’ve finished so fast…?”

“He is so busy talking on the phone that he doesn’t seem to have time for me…” I said.

“Yes, Sir – his “Broker” just called – the stock market is going crazy since morning – so – he must be discussing about which stocks and shares to trade in…” she said.

“Oh…” I said – and – I started walking away.

“Sir, please wait – he has been asking for you since morning…” my Boss’s PA said.

On hearing this – I said to my Boss’s PA:

“I was busy with some important work. Despite this – I came walking all the way in the hot sun because he insisted. And now – he just ignores me – and – he keeps talking on the phone…? This is not acceptable to me – so – I am going back to my office…”  

I walked back to my office.

I took the phone off the hook – told my staff that I was not to be disturbed – and – I got on with the unfinished task of completing the urgent work.

One hour later – my Boss stormed into my office.

He started shouting at me:

“What’s wrong with you…? You did you walk away rudely from my office…?”

I said softly but firmly:

“Sir – I am an Officer. Since you insisted – I walked all the way to your office. You had called me – I was standing in front of you – but – you ignored me – and you gave more importance to person on the phone…”

My Boss yelled at me:

“Stop bullshitting me. I will march you up to the Admiral…”

I picked up my cap and said:

“Okay, Sir – let’s go – I am going to ask the Admiral what was the right thing for you to do – talk to your Officer who is standing in front of you – or – talk to your “Stock Broker” on the phone…?”

My Boss did not march me up to the Admiral.

He just uttered a few threats and walked away.

In the afternoon – I called up my Boss’s PA – took a proper appointment – walked down to his office – and I explained details of Project “XXX” – for which he had summoned me in the morning.

His phone was quiet for the 15 minutes I was with him.

On my way out – I commented on this to his PA – who told me that the Boss had instructed her to see that he was not disturbed by phone calls when I was inside.

Dear Reader:

Do you believe that this is a true story…?

Could I have really bullshitted my Boss…?

Am I one of those crazy mavericks…?

Maybe my course-mates and erstwhile colleagues can give you the answers.

Meanwhile – let’s just say that this is a “Fiction Short Story”.

It does not matter whether the above story is true or not.

What matters is the moral of the story:

It is always rude to pay more attention to a phone than a person standing in front of you in flesh and blood.

First – talk to the person who is physically with you – then – talk to the person on the phone.

This “moral of the story” is even more applicable after the advent of mobile phones – and especially today – in the context of smartphones.

I try to practice what I preach (and preach what I practice) – though I do slip up sometimes – but – at least – I try my best.

Sometime ago – a blogger wanted to meet me in person to discuss blogging.

We were sitting in a Café and talking.

My mobile phone rang.

I ignored the phone.

The Blogger said:

“Your mobile is ringing…”

I said:

“I know. Let it ring. I am talking to you…”

The Blogger said:

“It may be something important…”

I said:

“Right now – you are the most important thing for me. I will see the missed call later – and – if I feel it is necessary – I will call the person. In any case – I don’t work for an emergency services agency where I have to attend every call and act instantly…”

In order to make the Blogger feel comfortable – I switched off my mobile phone – and I asked her to switch off her mobile too – reminding her that it was she who had wanted to meet me.

It was easy during the mobile cellphone days – but with ever since I got a smartphone – and – I became a “Photo Food Blogger” – things have become difficult.

So – now – whenever we go out for food – I first announce that I am going to focus my attention on clicking pictures of the food.

Then – I click my foodie pictures and upload them on social media immediately.

After that – I keep my smartphone away and give my full attention to my friends, and, of course, to the food.

Dear Reader – to summarize “Mobile Etiquette” in a nutshell:

It is always rude to pay more attention to a phone than a person with you in flesh and blood.

If you give priority to your phone and ignore the person in front of you – it is called “Phubbing” (Phone + Snubbing).

Don’t indulge in “Phubbing”.

We do “phubbing” unconsciously – don’t we…?

Suppose you are talking to someone – and your mobile phone rings – don’t you instinctively pick up your mobile…?

And – don’t you tend to give more importance to the person talking on mobile rather than the person physically with you…?

Dear Reader – you may ask me:

“In case your phone rings while you are talking to a person – is it okay to “excuse” yourself and then talk on the smartphone...?”

No – unless you are on duty and are required to attend to emergency/urgent situations as a part of your work.

Remember – you can always see the missed call numbers and call after you have finished talking to the person in front of you.

While you are talking to someone – it is not acceptable to answer phone-calls, do texting, tweeting or engage on social media, or even repeatedly glance at your smartphone screen – yes – all these things are not acceptable.

In case you are expecting calls – isn’t it better to tell the person who is with you that you will be busy attending calls and you can talk to the person later when you are free…?

Or – if you are awaiting an important call when meeting someone socially – isn’t it best to explain at the outset that you will have to take the call – and – apologize in advance – and if the call comes – excuse yourself and take the call privately…?

Dear Reader:

What are your views on “Phubbing”…?

Do comment and tell us. 

VIKRAM KARVE

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Memoirs of a Loafer – Loafing in Pune

HOW TO LOAF 

LOAFING 

Spending Perfectly Useless Time in a Perfectly Useless Manner 

Musings of a Veteran Loafer

By

VIKRAM KARVE 

Nostalgic Memories of a Day of Leisurely Loafing in Pune 

Pune 12 years ago (Circa 2006)

HOW TO ENJOY YOUR LEISURE

Many people do not know how to enjoy their leisure. 

In fact – in the so-called busy world of today – many persons do not have any genuine leisure.

I love leisure. 

Throughout my life – as a student – during my working days – and now – after retirement – I always made sure that I had plenty of leisure. 

In fact – I believe in having leisure every day.

A short vacation every day – is better than a long holiday once a year.

There are many ways of enjoying your leisure – indoors and outdoors.

Indoors – you can read – watch TV – lie down and daydream – meditate – surf the internet – write – blog – play indoor games like cards, chess and scrabble – you can do so many things.

Outdoors – one of the best ways of enjoying your leisure is LOAFING.

I love to loaf – to loaf around.

I have loafed throughout my life – wherever I lived. 

I try to loaf every day. 

And – whenever I get a chance – I go on super-long loafs – like the loaf in Pune I had 12 years ago – that I am going to tell you about in this story.

I had my best moments of loafing in Mumbai – where I spent the best years of my life. 

Delhi, Kolkata and Bangalore are wonderful places for loafing too.

Now – I enjoy loafing in Pune. 

I particularly remember a thoroughly enjoyable day of loafing in Pune – on a lovely winter day in December 2006 (around 10 years ago) – when I used to live in a back-of-beyond place across the Mula River called Aundh Camp (aka Sangvi). 

I enjoyed that loaf so much – that – I wrote about it – and posted the story on my blogs – in order to record my travelogue for the benefit of posterity. 

So – Dear Reader – once again – here are my nostalgic memories of that carefree day of loafing in Pune. 

Please relax and read this leisurely. 

And – do remember – this happened 12 years ago – in 2006 – but not much seems to have changed in Pune. 

LOAFING

Please tell me – Dear Reader: 

What is the definition of LOAFING...?

Idling away your time on useless things...? 

Or – does Loafing mean Aimless Loitering...? 

Loitering! 

Sounds a bit derogatory, isn't it...? 

Okay let’s say it is aimless wandering – Perfectly useless time spent in a perfectly useless manner...!

Yes.

That’s how I would like to define the the term loafing.

Loafing is spending perfectly useless time in a perfectly useless manner.

                   

Yes – that is the meaning of loafing.

FOOD-WALKING

And what – My Dear Reader – is food-walking...?

Loitering – or rather walking – in search of good food. 

Loitering with an aim – loitering in search of good food – not so useless loitering!

That is what I did once – long back – on a wonderful winter day.  

I loafed in Pune – I loafed around.

I spent a perfectly useless day in a perfectly useless manner – “loafing” in Pune. 

I still have fond nostalgic memories of that glorious day. 

Let me tell you about it. 

 

A GLORIOUS DAY

It’s a beautiful morning. 

I try to furtively slip out of my house unnoticed. 

But – I am stopped in my tracks by my wife's piercing voice: "Where are you going...?"

"I don’t know...?" I answer truthfully.

This adroit answer probably precludes the next question she is about to ask me: "What time are you coming back...?" for she knows I will again truthfully answer: "I don’t know..."

It is true – I really don’t know where I am going – and I have no idea when I am going to come back.

"Take the mobile phone with you..." she shouts.

But – I pretend not to hear – and I make myself scarce and disappear as fast as possible.

When I loaf – I do not carry my mobile phone.

I do not want the manacles of technology to ruin my day.
 
Dear Fellow Loafer: 

If you want to truly enjoy a good loaf – beware of the technology trap.

 

It's a bright winter day. 

The morning sun is comforting. 

I feel good.

Flush with a sense of carefree irresponsibility – I walk with a spring in my step. 

Yes – I am going to enjoy my leisure.  

FREEDOM 

I walk out my house onto the main road.

Should I turn left...? 

Should I turn right...? 

Should I cross the road and go straight ahead...? 

I am free. 

I am free to go wherever I desire. 

I am free to enjoy my day as I want.

Yes – I have true freedom. 

I have the freedom to travel at my sweet will. 

I have no destination to reach – no task to complete – no deadlines to meet...

Freedom to loaf. 

Aimlessly.

Timelessly.

Pure Leisure.  

Freedom to spend a perfectly useless day in a perfectly useless manner. 

I see a bus.

I stop the bus – and – I hop in. 

"Where do you want to go...?" the bus conductor asks me.

"Where does this bus go...?" I ask him.

"This bus goes to Pune Railway Station..." the bus conductor says, with a curious look. 

"Okay – one ticket to Pune Railway Station..." I say, holding out a 10 Rupee Note.

The conductor gives me an amused look.

He hands me a ticket and a rupee coin. 

I sit down on a vacant window-seat. 

I think interesting thoughts and I enjoy the view through the window. 

On these carefree wanderlust trips of mine I prefer travelling by bus – and – of course – I love to walk on foot. 

Driving my car on the terrible potholed, crowded and chaotic roads in the terrible traffic of Pune makes me go crazy and fills me with stress.

And – at my age – I dare not venture out too far on my scooter – lest I land up with broken bones in hospital – or – worse – lifeless in the Vaikunth or Kailas crematoriums...!!!

So that's what I sometimes do on these glorious trips of mine.

Just jump into the first bus that comes along – and let the bus take you wherever it goes. 

Just go where life leads you.

Try it – it is fun. 

Last time – I landed up in the heart of Pune – near Shaniwar Wada.  

In Mumbai, Kolkata, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad and Delhi – loafing is even more exciting – as there are so many more bus routes and travel choices – trains, buses, trams, walks – and – you can serendipitously explore so many new and exotic places you would not dream of going to in normal course.

The bus reaches the Pune Railway Station.

It’s been a smooth ride.  

GOING NOWHERE 

I get down from the bus.

I admire the magnificent heritage stone building of Pune Railway Station.

I stand in the porch and I look inside the railway station.

Trains, crowds, announcements, horns, cacophony, and chaos – I love the “railway” atmosphere. 

On impulse – I enter the railway station – and I stroll on the platform – panning my gaze all over – and – stopping once in a while to feast my eyes on any attractive object that arrests my attention.

"Want a seat...?" a porter asks.

"No..." I say.

"Where are you going...?" he persists.

"Nowhere..." I say, "I am going Nowhere..."

"Waiting for someone...?" he asks, probably in anticipation of porterage.

"No..." I say.

The porter stares at me for a moment – and then – he walks off with a look of perplexed dejection. 

 

I look around the railway platform.

 

Everyone is waiting to go somewhere – or waiting for someone.

I am waiting to go nowhere – and – I am waiting for nobody.

So – I walk out of the station and head for Shiv Kailash Milk Bar – bang opposite Pune Railway Station – on the other side of the road.

If you arrive at Pune by train on a hot morning – never make the blunder of heading for the auto rickshaw stand. 

You will get all stressed up waiting in the never-ending queue and haggling with the rickshawallas trying to fleece you and con you.  

 

Just cross the road to Shiv Kailash Milk Bar – sit under the shade on one of the stainless steel stools placed on the pavement – and – invigorate yourself with a tall glass of cool refreshing Lassi (which is guaranteed to banish the depleting effects of the tiresome train journey).

Then – tell the waiter to hail a rickshaw from the many rickshaws hanging around.

They will know that you are a regular...! 

This is what I have been doing for so many years – during my numerous homecomings – ever since the days when Pune was called Poona – and when the Deccan Queen was the best way to travel from Mumbai to Pune.

ANONYMITY

Shiv Kailash serves the best Lassi in Pune.

It’s almost as good as the one at Pehelwan at the end on Lanka near BHU in Varanasi.

The Lassi freshly made in front of you – topped off with a generous dollop of soft fresh cream.

The sumptuous fulfilling soothing Lassi is thick, lip-smacking, nourishing – and gives me a heavenly feeling. 

I sip the Lassi slowly – relishing every mouthful – almost eating the delectable fluid after letting it perambulate on my tongue – as I watch the world go about its business outside. 

People come in a jiffy – gulp their glasses of Lassi down the hatch in a hurry – and they rush away.

But I am in no hurry – so – I blissfully savour each and every drop of the delicious creamy Lassi.

I walk leisurely towards Pune Camp. 

I walk past Mira College, GPO, Zero Milestone, Police Headquarters, Nehru Memorial Hall – where I cross the Moledina Road – admiring the imposing Lal Deval Synagogue – and then – I turn left – and I walk past the place where the imperial Dorabjee Store Building used to be once upon a time.

Now – there is a huge shopping complex – and a glitzy mall opposite.

I reminisce.

West End Cinema – with its soda fountain and cane chairs – New Empire Cinema – all the adorable landmarks – they are long since gone.

Now there are Malls and modern places like Landmark. 

(This story was written 12 years ago in the year 2006 when Landmark Bookstore existed at the same place where Dorabjee Departmental Store exists today)

Landmark – you know it don’t you...?  

Landmark is Pune’s swanky new music-cum-book store.

Like Crossword – giving competition to the grand old Manney’s, International, Popular, TBS and the bookshops at Appa Balwant Chowk. 

(Manney’s Bookstore has since closed down – and – Landmark has shut shop too – after relocating for a few years across the road to the Mall) 

I walk into Landmark.

The place is swarming with chic salesgirls and sales-boys.

No one pays any attention to me. 

Maybe – I blend well with the surroundings. 

I realize the tremendous advantages of obscurity and the benefits of anonymity. 

 

Had I been a successful person – rich and famous – or someone with a striking personality – people would notice me – and – I doubt I would have been able to enjoy myself with such carefree abandon. 

Only “non-achievers” like me can truly enjoy a life of carefree irresponsibility – and savour the unadulterated joys of genuine leisure. 

I roam around the ground floor music section. 

There are no music stations where you can listen to music – like they have in Rhythm House at Kalaghoda – and Planet-M opposite VT (CST) – in Mumbai.

So – I go the first floor bookstore. 

The bookstore is spacious, neatly laid-out and looks impressive. 

BROWSING

The books are arranged subject-wise – clearly visible from anywhere. 

There are cushioned stools to sit and browse – and also two long sofas below the huge tinted windows towards the far side. 

I start from the left side.

Food, Philosophy, Self-Help, Travel, Coffee Table, Erotica, Classics, Fiction, Computers, Children, Indian Writing – there are books on every topic you can think of.  

The tranquil ambiance is so soothing and conducive – that I browse to my heart’s content – loosing myself into that wonderful state of timelessness I experience sometimes when I am totally immersed into doing something I love.

By the time I leave Landmark – cerebrally satiated – it is almost 3 in the afternoon – yes – it is 3 PM – and – I am hungry.

After intellectual satiation – I am now in desperate need of gastronomic satiation.

So – I walk past Manney’s and West End and turn right on Main Street – cross Aurora Towers – turn right – walk past ABN Amro Bank – and then – I turn left on Dastur Meher Road – and I walk leisurely towards Sarbatwala Chowk – till I reach Dorabjee and Sons Restaurant.

A LEISURELY MEAL

I dive in through the low entrance of Dorabjee’s and look around.

The eatery is crowded – with noisy families bashing on regardless – greedily devouring the heaps food before them.

The mouth-watering aroma – and the sight of the appetizing food – creates in me such ravenous pangs of hunger – that I quickly sit on the only vacant table – and I order a Mutton Biryani – the signature dish of Dorabjee.

As is the hallmark of authentic speciality cuisine restaurants – the menu is select – just a few choice dishes a single page.

There is Sali, Curry, Masala and Biryani in Mutton and Chicken – Kheema, Brain, Eggs – and combinations thereof – cutlets in gravy – and a few Veg dishes – for appearance sake.

On Sundays – you can have Dhansak – maybe on your way to the races in the season. 

 

Pune may have changed – but heritage institutions like Dorabjee still preserve the flavour of yesteryear Pune.

I spoon some Biryani onto my tongue – seal my lips, close my eyes, turn my senses inwards with full consciousness – to imbibe and savour the unique medley of juices released by the succulent piece of mutton – the bitterish-sweet taste of the slightly burnt crisp fried onions – and the spicy flavoursome rice.

It is superlative delicious authentic cuisine at its best.

Dorabjee serves the best heritage mutton biryani in Pune – no doubt about it. 

Yes – Blue Nile and Good Luck serve good heritage Biryani too.

The fervent atmosphere of the place and exquisite quality of the food is such that one eats enthusiastically – with wholehearted zest and gusto – not apologetically and self-consciously – as one tends to do – trying to be prim and proper – in highfalutin fine dining restaurants.  

At Dorabjee – you can enjoy every morsel of your food with passionate ardour.

 

And – as I reach blissful gastronomic satiety – I realize that a well-filled stomach radiates a kind of spiritual happiness.

APPETITE FOR A STROLL

The ideal way to end this rich spicy repast – is to cool it off with a cold soothing Falooda. 

Falooda is to Biryani – what Mastani is to Mutton Kolhapuri.

So – I walk down Sachapir Street – I cross Main Street (MG Road) – and I head for Badshah on East Street – to down a deliciously sweet and chilled Rose flavored Royal Falooda.  

Then – I stroll down East Street to Kayani – to pick up some Shrewsbury Biscuits and Chocolate Walnut Cake – and – not to forget the inimitable Kayani Bakery Wine Biscuits and Cheese Papdi.

I stand outside Kayani – wondering what to do.

Maybe – I can walk down to Manney’s and browse books some more.

If Landmark has got the ambiance – Manney’s got the books... 

And then – maybe I can just loiter down Main Street admiring pretty looking things – till I am tired and hungry.  

Maybe – I will have some veg sandwiches, a chicken roll and cold coffee at Marzorin. 

Or – a macaroon at Pasteurs next door.  

Why not a Burger at Burger King – the original burger place of Pune – or a Chopsuey at East End – at the end of East Street...?  

Maybe Kathi Rolls at Olympia – Chicken Masala at George – Chana Bhatura at Monafood – Sev Barfi at Bhavnagri – Wafers at Budhani – or Sizzlers at The Place next to Manneys – or one more Biryani at Blue Nile near the GPO.  

The possibilities are endless...

Or – should I see the movie at Victory Cinema opposite – or at West End nearby...? 

Maybe I'll jump into the first bus I see – and let it take me wherever it goes.

How about going for a long walk on Laxmi Road into the heart of town...?  

Or – an idyll beside the river in Bund Garden – or Saras Baug – or Sambhaji Park...?  

Or maybe – I will just head home. 

Oh – yes indeed – the possibilities are truly endless!  

I am free to do whatever I choose to do... 

I can loaf to my heart's content... 

I can continue to spend a perfectly useless day in a perfectly useless manner...
 

And – I can relish moments of perfect leisure.

You can take my word for it – Dear Reader.  

There is nothing you will enjoy more than loafing. 

There is no pleasure higher than loafing.

It is only when you cease to do the things you have to do – and you do the things you like to do – and you want to do – that you achieve the highest value of your time.

FEAST OF LIFE

The freedom to enjoy life is the ultimate reward.  

Why should you defer happiness – waiting for some elusive abstract rewards...?  

What reward could be greater than a life enjoyed as it is lived...?
 
If you do not find happiness as you are, where you are, here and now – you will never find it. 

There is always plenty in life right now to enjoy for one who is determined to enjoy it.  

The feast of life is before you.  

Do you have the appetite to enjoy the feast of life...?

So – my Dear Friend – You must discover the “Art of Loafing” – and you will redeem the art of living from the business of living.

The Art of Travelling, The Art of Happiness, The Art of Eating, The Art of Living, The Art of Loafing, The Art of Leisure – all inextricably intertwined – aren’t they...? 

To recap:

“It is only when you cease to do the things you have to do – and you do the things you like to do and you want to do – that you achieve the highest value of your time”

Eureka – Epiphany – I’ve got it:

The Aim of Loafing is to achieve the Highest Value of your Time 

EPILOGUE 

Let me end with a quote from the renowned Philosopher Lin Yutang on The Importance of Loafing: 

“The tempo of modern industrial life forbids idling. 

But worse than that, it imposes upon us a different conception of time as measured by the clock, and eventually turns the human being into a clock himself. 

Every American adult is arranging his time on the pattern of the schoolboy -- three o'clock for this, five o'clock for that, six-thirty for change of dress; six-fifty for entering the taxi and seven o'clock for emerging into a hotel room. 

It just makes life not worth living.”

~ Lin Yutang on “The Importance of Loafing”

Dear Reader: 

Do you loaf...? 

Yes...? 

Do tell us about your Loafing experiences – especially your favourite and memorable Loafs. 

Meanwhile – I am going out for a nice loaf.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is a revised and updated version of my story written by me Vikram Karve around 12 years ago in the year 2006 and earlier posted online by me in my various Blogs a number of times including at urls: http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2007/04/footloose-in-pune.html  and  http://creative.sulekha.com/a-lazy-day-in-pune_515020_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/09/appetite-for-stroll-art-of-loafing.html  andhttp://karvediat.blogspot.com/2012/08/loafing-unforgettable-day-in-pune.html and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/05/doing-nothing-going-nowhere-memories-of.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2016/09/how-to-enjoy-your-leisure-loafing.html etc