What started off as a promising year, with KGudi in Jan, Kemmangundi in Feb, Mysore in March, Mysore yet again in April and a much-looked-forward holiday in Corbett (coupled with Rajasthan-Delhi-Nainital-Binsar) towards April-May, Sirsi-Jog-Agumbe in July, fizzled out mid-year with the only travel outside Bangalore being Raichur (that too on Aug-9)...
Looking forward to the next year and a whole lot more travelling :)
First it was Ashwini with her surprise visit, all the way from Canada, a couple of weeks before Diwali...still not sure what was more surprising, her visit itself or the fact that Boda kept her plans a secret for nearly a week :)
Then it was Sunitha and my nephews coming down from Raichur... :)
Then there was deepawali itself...first time with my nephews here...bursting crackers after a long long time...:)
Then time for Ashwini to leave :(
Also the time for meetu to drop in...with Clemson souvenirs...fun watching everyone being surprised...the best one being Swetha screaming when meetu walked out of the beeping car...
Then came Sheetals godh-bharai...lotsa good food...tired!!!! :D
Then Meetu sisters wedding...amazing food...llllllooooooottttssssssss of fun....
By which time my house had become a kindergarten, with my nieces n nephews...
Then came all the departures...first my nieces, then the nephews followed by Meetu...
And life reluctantly limped back to normalcy...
Then it was Sunitha and my nephews coming down from Raichur... :)
Then there was deepawali itself...first time with my nephews here...bursting crackers after a long long time...:)
Then time for Ashwini to leave :(
Also the time for meetu to drop in...with Clemson souvenirs...fun watching everyone being surprised...the best one being Swetha screaming when meetu walked out of the beeping car...
Then came Sheetals godh-bharai...lotsa good food...tired!!!! :D
Then Meetu sisters wedding...amazing food...llllllooooooottttssssssss of fun....
By which time my house had become a kindergarten, with my nieces n nephews...
Then came all the departures...first my nieces, then the nephews followed by Meetu...
And life reluctantly limped back to normalcy...
And then, one fine day, I was deprived of one of the little pleasures of life, that of occupying the bus seats reserved by other folks through the indigenous use of strategically placed bags and word of mouth, through the introduction of the anti-reservation policy.
This policy gives me the right to occupy a seat reserved in one of the above manners, the pleasure of sitting next to a red-faced fellow traveller (whose face owes its red colour to me)...but takes away the fundamental delight of a confrontation :)
Of course, one of the immediate economic impacts of this bill, is borne by the newspaper seller, who finds few takers these days, with no one willing to get down from the bus to grab a newspaper, lest the hard-earned seat is lost. :)
This policy gives me the right to occupy a seat reserved in one of the above manners, the pleasure of sitting next to a red-faced fellow traveller (whose face owes its red colour to me)...but takes away the fundamental delight of a confrontation :)
Of course, one of the immediate economic impacts of this bill, is borne by the newspaper seller, who finds few takers these days, with no one willing to get down from the bus to grab a newspaper, lest the hard-earned seat is lost. :)
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