Invasion of the bongs...

GRRRRRRRRRRR! Off with the Bengalis is my refrain. They are so irritating! Deepavali weekend I went trekking in Uttarakhand. Climbed up to Chandrashila. The view was awesome - and it was mostly in my imagination thanks to the mist that played spoilsport.



But back to the Bongs. My friend and I hit Chopta to find that all the tourists there are Bongs. The family next door in the dhaba were Bongs. It was so bad that the dhaba guys kept calling my friend dada though he does not look remotely dada-ish. And the Bong family next door would keep talking. So we were subjected to intermittent chatter in osh kosh bigosh. Terrible. I have discovered an Universal Truth - life is so full of Bengalis. My office is overrun by them, I live in an area a stone's throw from the Bong heartland in Delhi and everytime I leave the city on a holiday I bump into more of them.

Ah well at least it was a lovely (though killer on the legs) climb. And an even better journey back. To be continued...