What is common between the Duke of Westminster, Donald Trump and Big B. Yes they are all heartbreakers. But they are also family men with an iron fist. I have joined this bandwagon recently bidding adieu to bachelorhood. The first few days of my wedded life have been quite exciting to say the least and have only matched up to my big fat Indian wedding. It was a three day affair whence family and friends gathered to shower love and blessings. Actually every function was sort of a costume party, where I was dressed up for the occasion. North Indian weddings are always a package deal of extravaganza : band, baja, baraaat, nikah, mehandi and reception. My wife Saniya, has made my stay wonderful with her overwhelming affection and love and I really couldn't have asked for more. We wish both of us were traveling together, but I will see her soon.
I had a pretty good time this vacation and shudder to think about my research at this point of time. One of the best experiences apart from the wedding was driving around the city on a two-wheeler. My hometown, Udaipur city is a crowded place with people scurrying around in every direction as though looking for a cover under fire. Folks want to rush in and out as quickly as possible. At the traffic signal vehicles start exactly five seconds before the green lights come up, and if you are standing in the front row don't get upset getting honked for no reason, its just a thing that people have developed over time while navigating narrow roads. So the other day, I was driving with my wife to run an errand on a two-wheeler ( a four wheeler is too much to ask for to drive in a left handed traffic and a manual 1997 Maruti). We got stuck in a jam. Cars were moving bumper to bumper at a snail's pace while smaller vehicles revved up to cover every unoccupied piece of land. There were some guys who were honking their horns off at the top of all the screaming and screeching, perhaps vindicating their blindness under the sun. This was frustrating as well as funny as it brought back some old memories, when I used to drive down to my school. The traffic then was far less but our driving etiqoettes remain quite the same. Driving down the memory lane was was very spicy, peppered with lot of smoke and dust.
I made a small stop over in Mumbai while returning back to the states. It was really good to get inside the city after a long long time. Last time I remember visiting Mumbai in the middle school. After a nightmarish two hour long cab ride from Airport to Kurla, I realized how people travel on a daily basis. The funny thing is that nobody seemed to notice. People have a general apologetic look when they cross each other in line or overtake from the wrong side but everything seems to work fine.
My vacation is drawing close to end. It was a quite a rush, and very exciting - clearly one of the most memorable ones. I am once again ready to walk in the dark with ferocity.
I had a pretty good time this vacation and shudder to think about my research at this point of time. One of the best experiences apart from the wedding was driving around the city on a two-wheeler. My hometown, Udaipur city is a crowded place with people scurrying around in every direction as though looking for a cover under fire. Folks want to rush in and out as quickly as possible. At the traffic signal vehicles start exactly five seconds before the green lights come up, and if you are standing in the front row don't get upset getting honked for no reason, its just a thing that people have developed over time while navigating narrow roads. So the other day, I was driving with my wife to run an errand on a two-wheeler ( a four wheeler is too much to ask for to drive in a left handed traffic and a manual 1997 Maruti). We got stuck in a jam. Cars were moving bumper to bumper at a snail's pace while smaller vehicles revved up to cover every unoccupied piece of land. There were some guys who were honking their horns off at the top of all the screaming and screeching, perhaps vindicating their blindness under the sun. This was frustrating as well as funny as it brought back some old memories, when I used to drive down to my school. The traffic then was far less but our driving etiqoettes remain quite the same. Driving down the memory lane was was very spicy, peppered with lot of smoke and dust.
I made a small stop over in Mumbai while returning back to the states. It was really good to get inside the city after a long long time. Last time I remember visiting Mumbai in the middle school. After a nightmarish two hour long cab ride from Airport to Kurla, I realized how people travel on a daily basis. The funny thing is that nobody seemed to notice. People have a general apologetic look when they cross each other in line or overtake from the wrong side but everything seems to work fine.
My vacation is drawing close to end. It was a quite a rush, and very exciting - clearly one of the most memorable ones. I am once again ready to walk in the dark with ferocity.
