My Weekend in Chennai
After two and a half months in Hyd, I finally traveled to Chennai to spend the weekend there. My mom had come to Hyd a month and a half ago, and we both left for Chennai together. She had totally enjoyed her visit as she went ,unescorted, all around Hyd visiting all the sight-seeing spots like Golconda Fort, the Zoo, Salarjung Museum, a few parks, and the malls.In fact, she was not really looking forward to going back to Chennai where the same old places of ( dis) interest were all there were.
Me, on the other hand, I was dying to go to Chennai. For the simple fact that it was home.
As soon as I reached Chennai, I felt deliriously happy. All the best memories that I have of the place were packaged tight and came rushing back. My favourite song, "The Boys of Summer" played on Worldspace, the weather was delightful, home-made iddlis made by dad...I felt this was a great welcome….the best welcome ever.
I spent most of Saturday shopping at Spencer Plaza since my dad was anyway going to be at work. My mom and I spent six hours looking for winter clothing and dvds.I didn’t feel like clubbing that night with friends and I decided to sleep early after reading The Queen of Spades by Alexander Pushkin. Not into Russian short stories at all, but dad had bought the book and I casually picked it up and started reading. Frankly don't know what the fuss is about Pushkin, if this story is anything to go by.
Woke up early the next day and went for a walk around the block with dad. In the afternoon, I convinced dad to come with me to Landmark and we looked at all the books there, finally picking up Philip Roth’s “The Human Stain” and “Olivia Joules and her overactive imagination” by Helen Fielding. I wanted to pick up the Tin Drum by Gunter Grass but my dad assured me that a story about a man who wilfully stayed 3 feet tall, set in the Nazi period, couldn't possibly be funnily written even if the blurb at the back of the book promised it was!
Came back home and then headed for the airport shortly. Was mightily pleased that both my parents came to drop me off.
I waited for my flight to take off and was slightly disconcerted that a drunk old man was my co-passenger. I don’t know how he managed to sneak a cask of alcohol past security, but there it was, plain as day, stuffed into the magazine holder.
He started a conversation with me since I had smartly sat in the wrong seat, but I discouraged his friendliness and buried my nose in "The Brothers Karamazov", an intimidating tome of 1000-odd pages and had an undisturbed flight.
Now I am back in Hyd, but I can’t wait for my mom to come here. That’s two weeks from now. Maybe this time, I'll accompany her on her sight seeing jaunts.
After two and a half months in Hyd, I finally traveled to Chennai to spend the weekend there. My mom had come to Hyd a month and a half ago, and we both left for Chennai together. She had totally enjoyed her visit as she went ,unescorted, all around Hyd visiting all the sight-seeing spots like Golconda Fort, the Zoo, Salarjung Museum, a few parks, and the malls.In fact, she was not really looking forward to going back to Chennai where the same old places of ( dis) interest were all there were.
Me, on the other hand, I was dying to go to Chennai. For the simple fact that it was home.
As soon as I reached Chennai, I felt deliriously happy. All the best memories that I have of the place were packaged tight and came rushing back. My favourite song, "The Boys of Summer" played on Worldspace, the weather was delightful, home-made iddlis made by dad...I felt this was a great welcome….the best welcome ever.
I spent most of Saturday shopping at Spencer Plaza since my dad was anyway going to be at work. My mom and I spent six hours looking for winter clothing and dvds.I didn’t feel like clubbing that night with friends and I decided to sleep early after reading The Queen of Spades by Alexander Pushkin. Not into Russian short stories at all, but dad had bought the book and I casually picked it up and started reading. Frankly don't know what the fuss is about Pushkin, if this story is anything to go by.
Woke up early the next day and went for a walk around the block with dad. In the afternoon, I convinced dad to come with me to Landmark and we looked at all the books there, finally picking up Philip Roth’s “The Human Stain” and “Olivia Joules and her overactive imagination” by Helen Fielding. I wanted to pick up the Tin Drum by Gunter Grass but my dad assured me that a story about a man who wilfully stayed 3 feet tall, set in the Nazi period, couldn't possibly be funnily written even if the blurb at the back of the book promised it was!
Came back home and then headed for the airport shortly. Was mightily pleased that both my parents came to drop me off.
I waited for my flight to take off and was slightly disconcerted that a drunk old man was my co-passenger. I don’t know how he managed to sneak a cask of alcohol past security, but there it was, plain as day, stuffed into the magazine holder.
He started a conversation with me since I had smartly sat in the wrong seat, but I discouraged his friendliness and buried my nose in "The Brothers Karamazov", an intimidating tome of 1000-odd pages and had an undisturbed flight.
Now I am back in Hyd, but I can’t wait for my mom to come here. That’s two weeks from now. Maybe this time, I'll accompany her on her sight seeing jaunts.
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