Thursday, December 06, 2007

One Fourth Of A Vacation

It's always nice to revisit someplace that you've loved, people who you love, a season that makes you more mellow than any amount of wine could accomplish. Slipping back into the folds of the cocoon of familiarity, you'd almost believe that you'd never left, that the next morning you'd wake up to discover that you'd slept through your lecture on China yet again. So I went back to Delhi, and back to the life of a lazy, indulgent non-worker for just a little while.

What can I say, really? Let the others do the talking for a change.

Kitkat (on seeing me for the first time, at her brother's cocktail party): - "Very nice, very nice, LOVE the shoes".

RR (when she pointed her finger at me for no reason and I burst into gales of laughter): - "Why are you laughing? Only you would find something amusing in this".

Skaty: - "Am I a bad person?"

PS: - "You came? When? Make me tea."

P (ex-roomie): - "Can I smoke in the room?"
Me: - "It is your room now, y'know".
P: - "Noooooooo! It's YOUR ROOM!"
She then proceeded to stick her head out of the door and smoke.

Sister: - "Why in the whole world did you have to find a Bengali boy? Does he wear sweater vests? (Gasp) I disown you".

The train attendant on the way to Delhi was a spitting image of Murli Manohar Joshi, complete with vermillion on the forehead, while the venerable Gujarati matriarch on the way back was the spitting image of A.K. Hangal. Reminds me, does any of you ever remember seeing a young A.K. Hangal? There was an earthquake at 4.30 am in the morning when I was sleeping in my old hostel and I woke up to the familiar sounds of women screaming, giggling and running. I debated getting out of the blanket for five minutes and then went back to sleep. I lost my charger and a brand new dress that was worth a thousand bucks, bought a pair of killer shoes that practically annihilated my feet for over two days, had my phone die on me for three days and happily poached all my friends' phones, didn't meet half the people I wanted to, didn't even have the time to look at the mecca of blueberry cheesecake, the Big Chill. But I also tramped all over Lajpat Nagar shopping all on my own, ate atleast three truckloads of food and painted my toenails a nice shade of mauve. On the way back, I was adopted by a family of fourteen elderly Gujarati people who let me sleep blissfully and took care to see that my food was kept aside for whenever I deigned to eat.

So I'm back, and it's not really too bad. Hopefully there will be ten days every year when I can go back to winter and peace. Next time there will be cheesecake, there won't be earthquakes, and there will hopefully be more time. Oh, and bathroom pipes won't spontaneously burst anymore. Fingers crossed.


probe said...

Why in the whole world did you have to find a Bengali boy :)

ninkita said...

yaar!! next time you will have all that and more... cause i will not be going demented trying not to do any work! ;) and i thought the whole pipes episode had rather a touch of class to it!

Sim said...

@ sangy: sahi bol...mera first dialoigue to u that tha? i have no recollection! wasn't it more like.....sangyyyyyyyyyy.....yiyeeee......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....??"
@ anky: harhihar har....why don't we have pipes burst on u next time!! then i will see the classy part of it!
@ sangy again: and yaar next time make sure your vacation coincides with ours!

raghu said...

bengali boy?
sangy aunty now? :P

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

i love delhi in the winter. it does such justice to hot food. ANY kind of hot food.

new age scheherazade said...

I think I'll feel this soon. You can go back to Delhi for a visit, and so will i visit school, but I won't belong there anymore.
(Thus starts the 'Why is School Ending' whine I'll stick to for a long time.)
And don't blame the Bengali boys for the sweater vests, it's the mothers, I tell you. Sometimes they even knit them themselves. *shudder*

heh? ok said...

@ probe
you tell me. you're better qualified to answer this one.

@ nin
you get here quickly!

@ sim
it wasn't your first line, just your most memorable one.

@ raghu
meet me and i'll tell.

@ doubletake, doublethink
especially steaming aloo tikki chaat with pomegranate :)

@ new age scheherazade
whine as much as you like, just make sure it's in the form of posts. and well, the spectre of sweater vests is a little remote as of now. :)

zzzzzz.... said...

sweater vests?gag!splutter!pthooey!eeesh!
ok enough drama.its long as he keeps it to himself and does not distribute them as the "oh so ur the little sister gift"!ok this is the correct time to gag!splutter...

heh? ok said...

@ zzzzzz
gift? what gift? *wide eyed innocence*

koshman said...

a thousand sighs. how i miss the delhi winter, and the hot maggie and chai/coffee.

do tell about pipes incident. sounds most interesting.. the sort of thing that would happen to me.

heh? ok said...

@ koshman
no i won't blog about it coz then i will steal the title of The One To Whom Things Happen from you

arunabh said...

I hope finding this post funny is okayish ?
Was tad personal but still, for some reasons, i found the description funny.

heh? ok said...

@ arunabh
why should personal and funny be mutually exclusive? especially when the person in question is yours truly.