Ah, that guy from 'Manudo' again!
Its the busiest I've been in a long time. The only time I've been busier should be the time when the intricate art of making ice-cream soda had me confounded.
Oh, I've picked up a penchant for unclever digressions. One friend is so vexed at this development that he calls me the VD (Vexing Digressor). I apparently seem so anally retentive that the abbreviation is apt too.
So, Pondy (sic) was fun. Pondicherry too.
After trips to Ramanagaram, Gulbarga, Tumkur and Nandi Hills this past semester, traveling has now well and truly become a passion. I've begun swearing on the Holy Window Seat these days!
The only issue I have with long journeys is instant coffee. Why the fuck do they make it so fuckin' sweet goddamit??
Anyway, the city still struck me with that graceful charm where life is like a luxury of tranquil enjoyment. A peaceful, easy feeling. I think its got a quality that reminds you that you are on vacation. Yes, a quality.
A touch too warm maybe...and a little too smelly at places - but couched under a sky of marvellous purity. **Spoiler alert: paradox ahead**
And then there were the beaches, the bucketloads of bitter and the odd babe.
At this point, I kill the suspense (if any) in reflecting about the abject lack of the much-anticipated hawt someones.
Where're ya'll?!
A theater of such thoughts of innate frustration soon planted a seed that we'll regret nurturing for a long time. Yes, we decided to go to a dance bar. I wouldn't like to talk much about it except be thankful that I was sober enough to realize its absolute repugnance. I hope I never step into another one ever again. Faargh!
Anyway, everything after the above debacle was perfectly peaceful.
The boathouse, the churches, MG Road, the Auroville International Township et cetera.
The latter was splendid. An ashram in memory of the Mother with a neat boutique, orchards and magnicent such pleasure grounds.
Another nice thing about Pondi is how it is a village-cum-metropolis in ambiance.
General revelry is more fun here...in hangouts such as Rendezvous, Nilgiri, Italiano and Ajanta.
The scene is hip but defiantly non-commercial, the people informal but socially responsible.
I also shopped a bit. In an overwhelming sense of gratitude for friends and my aversion to Friendship Day notwithstanding, I brought back some Breezers (cranberry!) and a bunch of smart beads!
So all the carousal done with, we took an auto to get to the bus stand. We get there, I get out of the auto, the auto takes off and I realise its taken my backpack with it (Wildcraft at that). I run to the auto trotting behind and ask him to kindly chase the guy down.
The odds of the auto-men recognizing each other and then getting back to the bus stand to recognize me just to handover a bag of clothes, toileteries and a Breezer seemed plain impossible....considering I had a bus to catch in 10 minutes.
Sighing at the depressing anticlimax that was this outing and shrugging sadly at my luck, I get into the bus. Hardly having left the bus stand out into the road, guess who stops the bus!
Yes, my beloved auto-bro!
I have never paid an auto-guy more happily.
A salute to honesty!
One more trip to Mysore and a bitter-sweet campus interview later, I'm back to being jobless, as literally as figuratively.
Varmahalakshmi and the Upakarmam have seen to that I'm being well-fed.
This might just fuel more frequent blog posts. Give!
Oh, I've picked up a penchant for unclever digressions. One friend is so vexed at this development that he calls me the VD (Vexing Digressor). I apparently seem so anally retentive that the abbreviation is apt too.
So, Pondy (sic) was fun. Pondicherry too.
After trips to Ramanagaram, Gulbarga, Tumkur and Nandi Hills this past semester, traveling has now well and truly become a passion. I've begun swearing on the Holy Window Seat these days!
The only issue I have with long journeys is instant coffee. Why the fuck do they make it so fuckin' sweet goddamit??
Anyway, the city still struck me with that graceful charm where life is like a luxury of tranquil enjoyment. A peaceful, easy feeling. I think its got a quality that reminds you that you are on vacation. Yes, a quality.
A touch too warm maybe...and a little too smelly at places - but couched under a sky of marvellous purity. **Spoiler alert: paradox ahead**
And then there were the beaches, the bucketloads of bitter and the odd babe.
At this point, I kill the suspense (if any) in reflecting about the abject lack of the much-anticipated hawt someones.
Where're ya'll?!
A theater of such thoughts of innate frustration soon planted a seed that we'll regret nurturing for a long time. Yes, we decided to go to a dance bar. I wouldn't like to talk much about it except be thankful that I was sober enough to realize its absolute repugnance. I hope I never step into another one ever again. Faargh!
Anyway, everything after the above debacle was perfectly peaceful.
The boathouse, the churches, MG Road, the Auroville International Township et cetera.
The latter was splendid. An ashram in memory of the Mother with a neat boutique, orchards and magnicent such pleasure grounds.
Another nice thing about Pondi is how it is a village-cum-metropolis in ambiance.
General revelry is more fun here...in hangouts such as Rendezvous, Nilgiri, Italiano and Ajanta.
The scene is hip but defiantly non-commercial, the people informal but socially responsible.
I also shopped a bit. In an overwhelming sense of gratitude for friends and my aversion to Friendship Day notwithstanding, I brought back some Breezers (cranberry!) and a bunch of smart beads!
So all the carousal done with, we took an auto to get to the bus stand. We get there, I get out of the auto, the auto takes off and I realise its taken my backpack with it (Wildcraft at that). I run to the auto trotting behind and ask him to kindly chase the guy down.
The odds of the auto-men recognizing each other and then getting back to the bus stand to recognize me just to handover a bag of clothes, toileteries and a Breezer seemed plain impossible....considering I had a bus to catch in 10 minutes.
Sighing at the depressing anticlimax that was this outing and shrugging sadly at my luck, I get into the bus. Hardly having left the bus stand out into the road, guess who stops the bus!
Yes, my beloved auto-bro!
I have never paid an auto-guy more happily.
A salute to honesty!
One more trip to Mysore and a bitter-sweet campus interview later, I'm back to being jobless, as literally as figuratively.
Varmahalakshmi and the Upakarmam have seen to that I'm being well-fed.
This might just fuel more frequent blog posts. Give!
posted by Manu at
3:31 pm
3 Comments:
That does it.
Pondy ahoy!
Non-Sensei
@NS: get away! good time..
about the dance bar, the most significant of the many repelling thing were merely the light in which women were shown. that and a lot else. go to pondi though. FUN. PEACE. BEER.
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