Pune becomes this lovely bride in a green outfit every monsoon!
Ok, let not begin that blatantly blunt... for starters, lets travel back in time...(tortoise mosquito coil winding)
Me back in office after a Gods-conspired-against-me-but-well-deserved-vacation at Trichy. (Irony: Got 450 new mails bcos of the long break... didnt get it? check my last post.) The moment i stepped into the auto at Pune, the heavens started pouring cats & dogs. Impeccable timing, i tell you... like a cover drive from a in-form Ganguly. The autowala was a veteran driver: he took me in a ring road or something i never knew existed. At first i was scared to find no buildings/people, i even cleaned my glasses, no use. Maybe the rains washed away everything i thought. Suddenly he took a turn and we were in Pune-University road. I saw the buildings and some girls clinging on to their boyfriends riding a bike. My relief knew no bounds! "They are here...they are here only", i told myself. (I meant.. the buildings, you silly.)
The flight from b'lore to pune was a typical Tamilan story. A "hot girl" took the boarding card after me and me was so excited at the prospects of sitting next to her. After boarding, found out she was in the next row on the opposite window. That ladies and gentleman is a Tamilan story... "He never gets the girl :("
But the hospitality of Indian Airlines needs a mention here. They suck! But there was some VIP in the first class. I could see only his hand(no, it wasnt toying a samurai sword), might have been a politician or a higher official from IA itself because all the air hostess were grining ear to ear and talking to him all through the flight. Even the captain came to visit him and was particularly unhappy when he found out the co-pilot was also stading behind him. Then he ran back to the cockpit screaming something obscure...i could only hear "...there..is..no..auto-pilot..."
Was at Bangalore last weekend. Can safely say, it was the closest to one of those typical college days i spent, after becoming an alumni. Met almost a dozen collegemates and partied, for it was Moosa's birthday on the 3rd. We went to sleep at 6:30 in the morning because our jaws ached from all the talking through the night. Cliche ahead: One lives all the boring days of work & chores a year... for a day like that! Yes, yes, alcohol was involved, and no, no, i dont drink.
Now, im asking myself... If the place one feels most happy is their home, then which is my home? Trichy, Bangalore or Pune!
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