Rambling on….

My mind is busy wondering what to post on the blog….it’s been a week since I posted and I’m desperate to write anything so that my previous dumb story isn’t the first thing people see if they visit my blog. I’m thinking of topics ranging from the awesome song “Chaiyya Chaiyya” to my lil’ vacation in Bangalore to the trip to the vegetable market yesterday. Interesting topics for me, though, I wanted to put them further by at least a week or two.

As I spend my last two weeks in India for this vacation, I wonder how drastically life will change after those two weeks. Difficult to believe that! I feel so ‘out of touch’ with staying in the hostel, cursing the food and best (or worst?), studying. It’s been ages since I picked up any book that has to be ‘studied’; eons since I went into the kitchen with even slight intentions of cooking. I’ve just been lazing around in the house and religiously attending marriages of relatives. People whom I meet there find it astonishing that I had a three-month long vacation. With utter disbelief, they ask, “Oru thadava ooruku poitu thirumbi vandhuttiya?”. I could not help but smile; my school mates started their exams a month after I came, had a three-week vacation and have started college again. Each of these people burns with jealousy when I tell them how I struggle to ‘joblessly’ spend time.

One week in Bangalore was a lot of fun; spent most of the time playing with kids of my relatives. It was funny watching my nephew crying when he returned from school, chiding us for coming late to pick him up, when we were in his school ten minutes before the final bell. The return journey from B’lore was, though, bad. Thankfully I got a window seat and I refused to give it up to anyone who even ventured near asking for it. With me were eight people returning from a marriage, I assume. Fat people they were, and they made it a point to deprive me of my legally allotted space and squashed me to the window. They kept eating, how on earth it was possible I didn’t know; as soon as the train left the B’lore station, they started eating what they had packed from home (or wherever), followed by generous numbers of bananas at any frequent interval possible. As though these weren’t enough, they kept buying most of the things people from the pantry were bringing; I’m sure the pantry guys would have made a fortune that day, all thanks to that family which tortured me. Adding fuel to the fire was a huge group of college students who boarded at Katpadi. Though they managed to steal even that little space my neighbours had left without stuffing their luggage, it was fun to watch the seniors rag their juniors and I slowly drifted off into making my own plans for how to give my college juniors a ‘warm’ welcome.

Now, at home, telephone is perpetually busy, people calling in and out; television rendering its services to my grandmother, who is busy watching a mythological serial in Telugu; what she can understand, I wonder, but frequently she keeps smiling and saying “aah!” as some mahatvam of Lord Krishna is being shown.

All last minute bouts of visits have started and I’m busy making lists of things I need to buy before I leave. Duh! Can anything be more boring than packing!! Thankfully, mum is here to do it for me this time.

This time, two weeks later, I would be wondering where to go for lunch. Back to present. Lovely home food ready now.