Now that Sittu has revealed the innards of my Nokia, let me warn all my minions. No one is allowed to touch my phone, let alone use it! Anyone found coming even remotely close runs the risk of gettings his days here on Earth prematurely terminated. BTW, I'm fanatically possessive about a few things in life: my books, CDs & CD player, telescope & my new Nokia.
Began the day ominously by puking. The junkies that found their way into my stomach yesterday finally managed to find their way out, only from the wrong end! I checkout @ 9:30am and take an auto to Swami Residency in JP Nagar. The trip costs me Rs140. The new hotel is much better. A fellow named Abin is my rommate. He is from New Delhi.
The only thing classic about this hotel is its name. The streets are narrow and remind me about the of the dingy bylanes of Allahabad. The room is so small, it runs the risk of exploding if I sneeze. The cistern doesn't work, the fan has no regulator, it's noisy and there is no TV. The tap only occasionally spits water. The drainage doesn't work. It still costs me Rs275 per day. I survive on a steady supply of Dosa.
Being an unearthly hour (12:45am), many of the passengers had nowhere to go. Unfortunately for me, none of my new acquaintances were so helpless...& that left me stranded in the waiting room surrounded by strangers. Well, the only way of killing time was to try & admire the Jemima lookalike , who, I saw, was also in the waiting room, accompanied by 2 more girls & 2 elderly people. Trying to sleep proved futile, even though some folks showed remarkable innovation in setting up makeshift mattresses & getting a good night's sleep. Some were even snoring! I wasn't so lucky. Jemima lookalike & company left @ around 7am while I decided to search for a hotel @ 9:30am. No sooner had I left the station than a bunch of auto drivers ganged me & asked for my destination. Being quickly intimidated, I asked if I could be taken to an inexpensive hotel. The folks quickly jumped at the opportunity to exploit a new like me. One of them had the privilege of taking me for
My train reached Howrah 10mins late(3:40am). The departure was delayed by 20 mins(4:10am). Thanks to a train accident only a few moments ago, it took us 7hrs to cover the first 60kms. The accident had happened at some place near Kolaghat & we saw the twisted coach as we went past it. The follow opposite me was Lieutenant Arvind, an NDA product. He was a very affable and suave guy who had a way with breaking the ice with perfect strangers in no time. We soon made friends and started chatting about how the NDA guys (& that includes him) would frequent Fergusson College for some greenery! Thanks to Arvind, I managed to get acquainted with some girls from the NE who were also on their maiden trip to Bangalore. One of them was Tara, a very pretty and bubbly girl accompanying her aunt & cousin to meet someone there & spend a week there before heading home. The other girls managed to make friends with her, & Arvind being the catalyst, we were soon a bunch of lively and noi
Dida had come in the afternoon while choto mama came in the evening. Didi & Diya also came in the evening. I was getting restless as the Net had failed to give me any good news regarding my reservation status for either of my tickets. In desperation, I dialed 139 for the status enquiry. I heaved a sigh of relief as the SL berth was finally confirmed. A few moments later, the 2A birth followed suit. Meanwhile, Bua da had also come for a visit. He offered me some vital advice...advice Dad would have preached had he been there. Diya was her usual lively self and went about with her antics. I had played Tchaikovsky and Chopin on my CD player as it would most certainly not be used for a long while. All sorts of things were being dumped into my bag & suitcase till they could sustain no more. Still, the relentless stuffing continued. Shilu pishi also came for a visit. Last minute activity kept me as busy as a bee till I finally had the luxury of listening to what they had to say
I was @ Arun mesho 's place. Nice to see so many famaliar faces. We had a feast. Mashi can cook really well. Shoma didi & hubby came in the afternoon, along with their daughter (what a darling she is!). Opened an LIC policy. Came back home late night.
Oddpost has got me interested in the next version of Yahoo! Mail. It's nice to see that Yahoo! is striving hard to support Firefox in all its new products. The Yahoo! toolbar for Firefox, however, has not impressed me. It's going thru the testing phase, so maybe I should be more tolerant. But I'll still crib about the sloppy product.
Reliance Infocomm has been very prompt in replying to my query. Though they couldn't resist the temptation of blowing their own trumpet in the early part of the reply-mail, they finally managed to curb their enthusiasm and respond to my specific questions. As they say, all's well that ends well!
...rendezvous #2 happened. We bid our adieus and went seperate ways. The whole exercise taught me a few lessons: I have managerial skills. Managers are cheap and opportunistic. My self-esteem has taken a beating. I had to skip lunch. Made up for it by having an egg-roll and fish-fry @ Golpark . I then walked all the way from Gariahat to Charu Market via Rash Behari Avenue .
Listened to this album for the first time after Dad's demise. Dad just loved listening to Satchmo's music, although I think his pre 60s music is too archaic for the modern ear. Listened to some Beethoven after this, including Symphony #7. Though it's highly regarded, I seldom relished it. Today, however, it managed to spin a magic around me.
Went to Jadavpur Police Station to enquire about the status of my passport. The bugger extracted a register and scrolled through the names. My name was missing and the fellow concerned said that my passport form hadn't even reached the station! I protested and said that someone from the station had phoned at my place over a month ago for address verification, though he never showed up in person. Why didn't you come immediately to enquire then, he asked! I realised my folly. If you think that was the end of my miseries for the day, you are mistaken. I took an auto to Gariahat to deposit a cheque into my account. I didn't know it was the weekly off-day for the bank! At least Sify was open to let me blog my pitiable tale!