A hurried and sweaty dash to transfer everything from my room into the cloak room.
A long wait for the bus to Goa.......sitting on a pavement on the road-side chatting with friends........ringing up the bus conductor to inform him about the latest kannada abuses added to our vocabulary waiting there on the kerb for him.....this was how I spent the last few hours in manipal........
A back breaking bus journey ........from Manipal to Goa with my friend trying to head-butt me into a coma in his sleep cheered on by the humming and snoring of my fellow passengers, I counted my hours to freedom from my cramped space in hell.......
A maddening 8hour long wait in a confined area at the Goa Airport ......The CISF guys tell us that we could enter the airport only 2hrs prior to departure, to that we promptly responded with some very persistent begging and pair pakdoing to win ourselves seats in an abandoned visitors lounge just inside the airport under the supervision of the CISF.
An elderly couples first flight ...........watching them hold hands in prayer during take off and landing, looking at their innocent excitement at the sight of clouds and land far below ..........fiddling around with the seat belts in their seats beside me, the couple made me jealous instilling a yearning in me to feel that same childish excitement and pleasure in something as simple as a maiden plane journey....
A week in Mumbai with my sister and bro-in-law ..........It feels great to be pampered and cared......Looking at them plan and discuss to make every moment of my stay enjoyable was heart warming to say the least.....the week flew by, watching movies (chashma lagake!!), eating 4.5 pound crabs, going on drives,chatting........
A train journey back home to Hyderabad ............A journey filled with ubiquitous wails of small children, shrieking vendors (who are in their way determined to make you eat) ........an old fat friendly looking man with a permanent smile pasted on his face describing his European trip to his son in a loud cheerful voice......a childishly irritable woman's complains against unclean sheets, food, speed of the train, the government, Baba Ramdev......and Band Baaja Baarat on my laptop kept me entertained for the entire 16 hours it took me to reach home :)
A long wait for the bus to Goa.......sitting on a pavement on the road-side chatting with friends........ringing up the bus conductor to inform him about the latest kannada abuses added to our vocabulary waiting there on the kerb for him.....this was how I spent the last few hours in manipal........
A back breaking bus journey ........from Manipal to Goa with my friend trying to head-butt me into a coma in his sleep cheered on by the humming and snoring of my fellow passengers, I counted my hours to freedom from my cramped space in hell.......
A maddening 8hour long wait in a confined area at the Goa Airport ......The CISF guys tell us that we could enter the airport only 2hrs prior to departure, to that we promptly responded with some very persistent begging and pair pakdoing to win ourselves seats in an abandoned visitors lounge just inside the airport under the supervision of the CISF.
An elderly couples first flight ...........watching them hold hands in prayer during take off and landing, looking at their innocent excitement at the sight of clouds and land far below ..........fiddling around with the seat belts in their seats beside me, the couple made me jealous instilling a yearning in me to feel that same childish excitement and pleasure in something as simple as a maiden plane journey....
A week in Mumbai with my sister and bro-in-law ..........It feels great to be pampered and cared......Looking at them plan and discuss to make every moment of my stay enjoyable was heart warming to say the least.....the week flew by, watching movies (chashma lagake!!), eating 4.5 pound crabs, going on drives,chatting........
A train journey back home to Hyderabad ............A journey filled with ubiquitous wails of small children, shrieking vendors (who are in their way determined to make you eat) ........an old fat friendly looking man with a permanent smile pasted on his face describing his European trip to his son in a loud cheerful voice......a childishly irritable woman's complains against unclean sheets, food, speed of the train, the government, Baba Ramdev......and Band Baaja Baarat on my laptop kept me entertained for the entire 16 hours it took me to reach home :)
