A 'class' act

I was weighing the deliberations on whether or not I turn this blog into a virtual travelogue thing and start making some dough out of it. And then at a coffee-break in Sapaeti on the way back, I had some more ridiculously sweet instant coffee and have since snapped out of the travelogue idea. I mean I don't often find myself getting this tired of travelling. And not wanting to 'get away'. But I'd much like to stay put for a bit right now, really!

But make no mistake, this is one trip I'd have regretted missing.And if someone said Kodaikanal is 'couples only', I'd much like to ask him to kindly shove it. The magic of the place never ceases to amaze, irrespective of the fact that it was my third time there over the past few years.
The misty haze of the hills, the flowers waking up and shaking the early morning dew off themselves, the view from the boat of the tall conifers adorning the horizon and generally other suchlike postcard-perfect spectacles summed up the sights of the place.The sounds and smells on the other hand were rudely adulterated by repititive Anthakshari sessions and that stench of boiled rice respectively.
'Sum up' is a handy phrase, especially when you don't feel like delving into the subtleties of things. Yes, I wouldn't really like to take travel-criticism for a career.

One way to make the already exciting exercise of trekking even more fun is wearing a white trouser to a trek and challenge yourself not to make it dirty. Its a lot more fun that way, believe you me!
That and ofcourse, being around girls and grabbing them by the waist when they slip. After all, you are just trying to help, innit. It isn't too filmi to think about the good prospects that an 'unintended hug' can bring!

I also now have a clear perception of what 'deafening silence' means. I stumbled on it deep in the heart of a pine forest. It was as cut off from the world as you can possibly get. I mean I'm sure i could have heard a pin drop, much less a twig.At the risk of sounding corny, I much felt like I was the outer manifestation of my inner peace for the subsequent five minutes. Oh holy hallelujah!
Ofcourse the process of orgasming from such an elevated state of spiritual consciousness is catalysed by glorified food substances like Red Riband, Old Monk, Emcee and assorted Haldirams!
Warning: When in Kodai, examine your vodka thoroughly before buying it. You get 'Brisnoff' as legally as you get 'Smirnoff'. And both have TNTC seals on them.
Continuing on my tryst with Ze Halcyon,
Ze class siren was the only other person who knew halfway-decent Tamil,
Ze class siren is seeing someone else,
Ze class siren believes in polygamy and finds infidelity fun.
haw haw!
So one last day of sightseeing and hectic shopping for homemade chocolates later, we return to the real world. The illusion of holiday was terrific fun while it lasted. [Yes, the Supremental Yoga]
I resent the fact, though, that Anthakshari is the integral part of a class trip. Ok so I can't sing a Hindi song for nuts, but how cruel is it to take my ass about it all the time. Anthakshari around the bonfire, on the park bench, in the cottage...aaaaargh.
No offence, but I'd rather take the huge risk and not get trained to be Sonu Nigam.

Hence due to all its lack of social deviance, the trip brought us terrifically close as a class. A calming ethos now exists and warmth exudes from most of our conversations. Like I said, I'd have regretted missing this. I'd really have.

Hope the rest of the week is just as rosy. My results, the Man U Liverpool game and a Java assigment to get through.