Weekend - Part 1

Just HAD to get away...thankfully D also felt the same way and we headed off to Coorg.

3 handicaps-

1. A 3 day plan had to be cut to 2 days, as D hadnt realised that he the friend's wedding he had to attend on Sunday was actually in Saturday!
2. It was so hot!! I hate the heat....sooooo non conducive to travel (I know many who disagree with me, but I stand by this, I like to travel in comfort!)
3. D had a cold n fever. His general disposition wasnt helped by the inordinate amounts of cough syrup that he kept gulping down.

I dont need to go into details of the consequences of these handicaps and my (strong) reactions!

Some highlights from the trip....

> A visit to the nearby Abby Falls provided unexpected fodder for amusement. It started with the introductory stone plaque installed near the entrance which detailed the history of the falls along with the very matter of fact statement "Several people die on the slippery rocks in these falls each year". D took a photograph to preseve this moment in posterity. Unfortunately it doesnt capture the near hysterical laughter that I succumbed to. We then moved into the trail that looked more like a Karol Bagh thoroughfare with people of all shapes, sizes, caste and creed moving to and fro chatting about practically everything under the sun (literally). Turning a corner, we finally came upon the would-be-majestic-in-the-rains-sight of the falls. Right opposite the falls is a suspension bridge over the non-existent river. This scene is drenched in sunshine and humanity. One can spend half a day on the bridge, gazing at the falls and the pool below and safely hope to complete an entire assignment on pyschology, the sea of humanity is so vast and varied. It also fuels our amusement - the bunch of pot bellied, moustached gentlemen cavorting loudly in the tiniest of briefs, staring at the gori mems; the reddy/rao family of flower-decked matrons determined for all to have a good time and scrawny, screaming children as determined to find a path to hell; the teenage romeos with reluctant juliets getting each other wet in the hope of recreating movie - like romance; the foreign mixtures of black & white with fixed smiles and ready cameras; the about-to-wed/newly-wed couples more interested in the contents of their Lays packets than conversations with each other.....all in a surreal melting pot of 50 m by 50 m size, filled with muddy green water or slimy brown rocks coated with plastic. All I wanted to ask each and everyone of them was "Why??!!"

Rainbow weekend

Violet - An evening drive with a tired, uncommunicative Vicky (he spells it Viki, like a French teenage girl)

Indigo - a lunch n movie with a thought immersed and absconding-from-home's clutches Darshan

Blue - a long catch-up-n-bitch conversation with Shweta

Green - no water in house, filling buckets through pipes and controlling visits to the loo

Yellow - a ghazal concert with Unni/Hina and a fashion show-cum-drinks party with polite conversations with Hina's colleagues

Orange - quick dinner n movie with ill, drunk flatmate

Red -a long conversation with Shekhar on positivity/vision/relationship damage