Vacation Blues

I desperately need a vacation. Yeah, yeah I know I know I just returned from a vacation. But let me tell you vacationing is not at all restful and relaxing. One is constantly on a strict schedule and all about meeting deadlines – take the sunrise for instance.

First day, we left at 5.30 am (waking up at 4.30 am for the morning ablutions) for a glimpse of the sunrise at the Eliot beach at 6.36 am. We were blessed with some lovely hues and views of the steadily brightening skyline and were ready to capture the best sunrise ever. I could almost see the dazzling picture that would be the talk of ‘mysilverstreaks.’

But then the Sun decided to play the coy bride refusing to even peep out from behind the clouds. Finally at 7 am, we gave up and plodded back on the sinking (and suddenly never ending) expanse of sandy beach. Just as we reached terra firma, the perfect round pink-orange ball emerged to stare mockingly at us from afar. Fuming, we drove off.

Not to be beaten, we made another plan to catch the sunrise from Mamallapuram. So once again we got up at an unearthly hour, drove 55 km and were the first to purchase tickets for entry to the Shore temple which opened at dot 6.00 am. Exhilarated and enthralled we strolled towards the majestic temple reminiscing about how things had changed since we had last been here – remember how we walked to the temple via the coastline with a toddler in tow….a major dogfight broke out over an injured crow while the murder of crows went berserk – caws, barks and growls rent the air.

We stopped short in horror.

Yikes!!! the temple premises were determinedly cordoned off from the beach – there was no way to reach the beach from where we were except to go back the way we had come and then again walk down the sandy parallel pathway. There was worse – it was already 6.20 – hardly anytime before the Sun was due to make his grand entry for the day. For one who can barely walk in the mornings, let me tell you I could have easily been participating in the 100 meter dash and made it in time too.

But then the Sun had the last laugh – it played hide and seek for quite a while before deigning to pose for a click or two before disappearing behind a convenient massive cloud. And then, we had to take fresh entry tickets for the Shore temple – thankfully not a foreigner for they have to shell out Rs 250 instead of Rs 10 ;). Thanks to all the morning bracing sea air and exertion I am busy popping pills.

On top of it, I haven’t written a word for more than a week now – sighhhhh….

Yet taking inspiration from Agatha Christie, one of my favorite authors – I think I have read all her books and that too several times – here’s Chapter 26.

By the way, don’t miss the picture for the words – a place which holds many fond memories, a place for picnics with hours and hours of rambles in the stream – along and against the flow – so much that even at night I could feel the brush of the water as if it was still gushing past my puny legs.

Like Hobbes, even I am kidding – I can’t wait for my next vacation (sometime in the next decade) πŸ˜€

 

Thought for the day

No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one :- Elbert Hubbard

Look forward to hearing from you on anything and everything

 

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Mamallapuram

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Chennai’s Nature

The campus of IIT Madras adjoining the Guindy national park is a must see.

Hats off

Less than a couple of months ago, Chennai was reeling from the worst rains of 100 years as these pictures show.

But would you believe it from the scene above? Unbelievably clean, spic and span – way to go Chennai! applause

Here are some more pics – Chennai’s nature and Mamallapuram

To my utter disappointment, the trucks down south weren’t as free with their advice and suggestions — err except for one which exhorted one and all to “Prise the Lord”

Oh and before I forget Chapter 25 – thanks Prachtg for waiting πŸ™‚ and here’s Calvin struggling with his lines (just like me 😦 )

 

As usual I will be waiting for your thoughts and views on anything and everything. waiting

Travel Times

The travel bug seems to have bitten me and I am off once again. This time to one of 2015’s hottest cities. Guess which one if you can – and if not, pics when I log back in on the 27th of Jan πŸ™‚

Until then here are some More glimpses of Jaipur

and of course Chapter 24 as well as Calvin and his antics

 

I take your leave with these pearls of wisdom inscribed on the back of trucks plying the Delhi-Jaipur road.

Soch kar socho —- kya lekar jaaoge

Hans mat pagli —- pyaar ho jayega

and my favorite

Pehle milne ke liye tarso —- Phir milenge parso πŸ˜€

I know it is too much of a bother but I really would love to hear from you on anything and everything.

Poitu varaen wave

More Glimpses of Jaipur

 

The Maharaja (sorry forgot which one) only used Ganga jal for drinking and bathing purposes. This is a pure silver kalash weighing 340 kgs which held the Ganga jal for his personal use. When the Maharaja decided to visit the UK, two of these (filled with Ganga jal) were shipped to the UK.

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Puppets ready to rock and burn the dance floor

Err…

I am quite a compulsive hoarding/billboard/etc reader, besides Jaipur is generously dotted with this rather hard to miss signage.

It took me quite a while to decipher……. Known Vending Zone or Non-vending Zone?

But I must confess that I first read it as Non-veg John πŸ˜€

Hope you people had a grand weekend and are ready for the Monday Blues. Here’s something that will (hopefully) be a welcome break.

Chapter 23

and of course Calvin

And for those whose New Year resolutions to lose some weight has already gone to their waistline here’s a bit of help – Lunches under 400 Calories

Let me know if it works πŸ˜‰

Thought for the Day

Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher :- Flannery O’Connor
Well this one sure got me thinking.

And here begins my (fruitless) wait for brickbats and bouquets…sighhhh