Yup, we took a break and travelled down to Ahmedabad to visit my mom's side of the family. My last visit was around six years ago. The city is dirty, dirtier than Delhi and yet - isn't there always something magical about the place where you were born? My mom had been born here too. But we never spent any time here. I was spirited away to Pune when I was a year old and then to the national capital at the age of five. Which basically means I hardly remember anything from the city of my birth. Even the nursing home at Gomtipur where I was welcomed into this world no longer exists (am told it was burnt down during communal riots). Well, here are some images from my five-day stay in Ahmedabad.
Something that my young cousin Philo created. Isn't she wonderful?
She made these things too. Now, isn't she talented?
Philo's favourite teddy
A visit to the cemetery to visit my grandparents and uncle. I just wish I knew them better.
Philo (also known as Dolly) engages in a kung-fu contest with my brother Jose
And lastly, the cat which waltzed in through the gate as I was fiddling with my camera phone
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Couch Potato
I have been a couch potato this week and am not proud of it. Have been more loyal than any other fan of HBO/Star Movies/Zee Studio. Watched Woody Allen's Melinda and Melinda, Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and Mona Lisa Smile and Runaway Bride. Add to this list the musical Little Shop of Horrors, the whimsical *batteries not included and the relatively unknown yet interesting The Best Man. And that's not all, have also been catching up on all my favourite sitcoms on Star World/Zee Cafe. Wonder if I've to sign up for a TV de-addiction seminar.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The Head-Banging Question
So the next time some guy in the U.S. loses his job to outsourcing, has he been Bangalored or Bengalurud?
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
What if they do this in India
Plenty of anti-social elements in India anyway so one train defecator won't hurt.
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