Weekend

An activity filled weekend for a change… A change from the routine doze on weekends!

By the time I woke up on Saturday morning, Kir had already left for cricket practice. Called up Harry to let him know I was joining him for tennis. Tennis from 9 to 12. As its been a long time since I last had any form of physical activity, it was kind of exhaustive…But the fun was worth it.

Mails, chats, some project work in the afternoon… Rented a DVD combo which has Jism, Murder, Rog and Paap in it. ;_) When I mentioned this to Sand thru Y!, his comment was “value for money” ;_))

Sunday morning saw Kir and me heading towards Kenkeri along with a friend of Kir to visit PfA (People for Animals). Its off Mysore road, near Benshankari. Nice place… They rescue and rehabilitate wild and not so wild animals…

PfA activists confiscate animals from snake charmers, fortune tellers and all, and fetch wounded animals from any part of the city to their care center at Kenkeri. They have a fully equipped ambulance and an ICU for animals. They nurse the animals; feed them for sometime till they regain normal health. Then release them to the forest near Mysore Road. Met some real nice people who are committed to the cause.

By the time we returned it was 4 in the evening. Straight to KK’s house, where all the bethaninas were already assembled. Just a weekend get together. Had the usual rounds of jokes, goals and laughter.

Dinner at Chandini Chowk with Kir, SriKrishna’s gang and some gals of our college. (I still call it our college, I guess its always our college, not our ex-college). That guy SriKrishna has a terrible sense of humor. Something in the genre of the grates like VKN and all. That muttered breath, half sentences, quick wit and all are simply superb. This one was a classic. While we were waiting for a seat outside, somebody read aloud a board on the nearby building which read “Pentecost Church (Full Gospel)”. A discussion was started as to what this “Full Gospel” is all about, and one of the innocent gals turned to Joe with that question. SriKrishna just fired his reply, "Praayappoorthiyaaya oru purushante mukhathu nookki choodhikkaan pattunna oru choodhyam aanoo athu?" ;_) Rough translation will be "You think its appropriate to ask that question to an adult male?"

Must say the ambience is nice at Chandini Chowk. Its like a modern Punjabi Dhaba. Seats made of bamboo sticks and all. Even concrete slabs used as tables and chairs…Thatched roof, lanterns, long multi colored sadi like cloths decorating the hut like interior, menu card painted on to a cloth fixed on an embroidery frame. With item headings like “Roti/Shoti, Chawal/Wawal, Meetha/Sweetha “ and the like…With that ethnic charm surrounding it, it evoked sweet memories of Mumbay days and Mumbaiya slang…. Food was also nice…

Back to Bolero (I love writing this sentence!). Dropped all the gals and guys at BTM… then off to Autobahn. :_) ... Yea that’s what we call our hut - “Autobahn”, where the three automobile-freaks Sand, Kir and I rest our heads.