Went for an early morning - it was cold and foggy - bird watching trip to Lodhi gardens. And I mean bird watching in the most innocent sense - looking for members of the phylum Aves. The bird count was quite sad but the human count was terribly high. The place was packed with enthu ungles and anties taking their morning constitutional.
On my way out, I passed this mama wearing the de rigeur long shorts, collared tee, and socks upto his knees. The mama was briskly walking down the path when I heard him go "shuklam baradharam vishnu sashivarnam sathurbujam".
Talk about multi tasking! (For the non-Iyengars, this is the thousand names of Vishnu that the mama was reciting.)
Wednesday 19 November, 2008
Monday 17 November, 2008
Men and their...
I think I'm jinxed. Or Delhi is just crawling with men who either wander naked or....I was on my way to office, and there right outside Batra, this mama was busy. Doing what? Scratching. The where I leave to your imagination. Let me just say his hand was not visible.
There could be other explanations for his behaviour...but...
And oh yeah, our original naked guy makes a cameo appearance on the Chronicles. My aunt was driving by his usual hang out when he walked out into the middle of the road. And this cow which was passing the time of day, took a look at him and went mad, running helter skelter.
There could be other explanations for his behaviour...but...
And oh yeah, our original naked guy makes a cameo appearance on the Chronicles. My aunt was driving by his usual hang out when he walked out into the middle of the road. And this cow which was passing the time of day, took a look at him and went mad, running helter skelter.
Tuesday 4 November, 2008
Invasion addendum...
And yes, I always found the Bongs in monkey caps. Thanks Dr. R for the reminder!! In fact there was this old man who was wearing just a cotton kurta and dhoti, and slip ons and to literally top it off - a MONKEY CAP!
Monday 3 November, 2008
Hitting the road...
The UP state transport drivers love that song Hit the road Jack. In fact they think it's written for them, their style of driving - hit the road, oh yeah! And hit every pothole on the way. Which considering that UP road = pothole....
After some 7 - 8 hours of non stop bus travel off the mountains, we reached Rishikesh at 6 in the evening and found a bus about to leave for Delhi. And though we knew that it would be a hair raising journey (the bus was in worse shape than any Pallavan bus I've seen) but we got in nevertheless. At this point we didn't care as long as we got back to Delhi. It was as sane as a UP state transport bus could be, till we hit Roorkee. Somewhere along the road, the driver and conductor switched places...and the fun began.
The conductor (now the driver) kept stalling and moving forward in fits. At one point he found that the dhaba he wanted to go to for dinner was on the wrong side of the road divided. So when the divider ended, he took a sharp right turn and then somehow managed to back into the dhaba. No sweat, except for being on a national highway in the dark with other traffic zipping up and down. We continued to Meerut where they switched places again. Thank god!, thought I. I bet all the passengers heaved sighs of relief.
The driver (the original one) promptly got us lost inside a mohalla, almost ran down an old man and merrily waved away suggestions that it was not the best route and kept going through narrow roads, almost scraping lampposts and shop fronts.
Finally we managed to get back onto the highway.
Inside the bus from Rudraprayag to Rishikesh.
After some 7 - 8 hours of non stop bus travel off the mountains, we reached Rishikesh at 6 in the evening and found a bus about to leave for Delhi. And though we knew that it would be a hair raising journey (the bus was in worse shape than any Pallavan bus I've seen) but we got in nevertheless. At this point we didn't care as long as we got back to Delhi. It was as sane as a UP state transport bus could be, till we hit Roorkee. Somewhere along the road, the driver and conductor switched places...and the fun began.
The conductor (now the driver) kept stalling and moving forward in fits. At one point he found that the dhaba he wanted to go to for dinner was on the wrong side of the road divided. So when the divider ended, he took a sharp right turn and then somehow managed to back into the dhaba. No sweat, except for being on a national highway in the dark with other traffic zipping up and down. We continued to Meerut where they switched places again. Thank god!, thought I. I bet all the passengers heaved sighs of relief.
The driver (the original one) promptly got us lost inside a mohalla, almost ran down an old man and merrily waved away suggestions that it was not the best route and kept going through narrow roads, almost scraping lampposts and shop fronts.
Finally we managed to get back onto the highway.
Inside the bus from Rudraprayag to Rishikesh.
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