You expect such pre-planning, planning, folders for every place we plan to visit, and finally a smooth execution; when the organization part is handled by someone who is ‘self proclaimed’ Bond 007
3 months of rigorous planning, word documents briefing travel plans and places, excel sheets covering the expenses to the minutest detail, chain mails, conference telephonic conversations and what not? The only thing left out was hosting a website, to make this event look like a meeting of diplomats representing different cultures and geographies, the most eminent of all being ‘Goona’, to discuss the contemporary economic challenges and social evils caused by black holes. (I guess u guys got the ‘evil’).
Yeah this is how a trip actually begins for us, it begins with Mr P and ends with him too, we discuss numerous concerns about Goona, and the inhabitants. The first step to this trip was triggered by me, the ‘self proclaimed’ author of this ‘self proclaimed’ travelogue.
You can never suppress your excitement, when you have waited much for a trip, to meet friends and roommates, who knowingly or unknowingly have blended to form some part of our daily selves. Staying together, we learn and share, and that is what reflects I guess?
But for heaven’s sake I don’t want the ‘black hole’ to reflect in me, as it does in one of us… ;)
After a long 6 hours at the office, finally it was time to set the ball rolling, yeah the khelne wala ball... My packing took no longer than 5 minutes… it was all about spraying more-than-required quantity of deo-spray on some dirty clothes, and folding them in a manner which takes least effort, space, and time. Now that’s what I call management…! Oops did I really say that… okay it was supposed to be a joke...;)
Already there were many questions ping-ponging in my head and then there were these auto wallas who refused to go upto the bus stand just because the roads are laden with heavy traffic, "block" is the word in vernacular, for a traffic jam. I hope these auto wallas get out of this state of complacency someday.
It was one of my typical XYZ-Travels journeys to Banglore, wherein every time I have taken this particular bus to travel this route, something or the other had to go wrong with the bus, and this was no exception. I don’t know where to make the emphasis; me or bus, so I would put it up as ‘XYZ-travels-and-me-banglore-journey’. But thanks to the XYZ travels, we were accommodated in the sleeper coach, passing by.
At the end of that journey I learnt one thing – “You don’t try repairing a Volvo bus, when the only equipment you have is a rechargeable torch and a mechanic guiding you over a cell phone, yeah that’s rechargeable too...!”
I reached Bangalore finally, and that’s where 6 of us unite and set for Pune, and the actual trip begins…
PS:
1. Excessive usage of the word 'self proclaimed' is intentional.
2. Some of the jokes are part of a sequence, and may seem rubbish.
Cron
3 months of rigorous planning, word documents briefing travel plans and places, excel sheets covering the expenses to the minutest detail, chain mails, conference telephonic conversations and what not? The only thing left out was hosting a website, to make this event look like a meeting of diplomats representing different cultures and geographies, the most eminent of all being ‘Goona’, to discuss the contemporary economic challenges and social evils caused by black holes. (I guess u guys got the ‘evil’).
Yeah this is how a trip actually begins for us, it begins with Mr P and ends with him too, we discuss numerous concerns about Goona, and the inhabitants. The first step to this trip was triggered by me, the ‘self proclaimed’ author of this ‘self proclaimed’ travelogue.
You can never suppress your excitement, when you have waited much for a trip, to meet friends and roommates, who knowingly or unknowingly have blended to form some part of our daily selves. Staying together, we learn and share, and that is what reflects I guess?
But for heaven’s sake I don’t want the ‘black hole’ to reflect in me, as it does in one of us… ;)
After a long 6 hours at the office, finally it was time to set the ball rolling, yeah the khelne wala ball... My packing took no longer than 5 minutes… it was all about spraying more-than-required quantity of deo-spray on some dirty clothes, and folding them in a manner which takes least effort, space, and time. Now that’s what I call management…! Oops did I really say that… okay it was supposed to be a joke...;)
Already there were many questions ping-ponging in my head and then there were these auto wallas who refused to go upto the bus stand just because the roads are laden with heavy traffic, "block" is the word in vernacular, for a traffic jam. I hope these auto wallas get out of this state of complacency someday.
It was one of my typical XYZ-Travels journeys to Banglore, wherein every time I have taken this particular bus to travel this route, something or the other had to go wrong with the bus, and this was no exception. I don’t know where to make the emphasis; me or bus, so I would put it up as ‘XYZ-travels-and-me-banglore-journey’. But thanks to the XYZ travels, we were accommodated in the sleeper coach, passing by.
At the end of that journey I learnt one thing – “You don’t try repairing a Volvo bus, when the only equipment you have is a rechargeable torch and a mechanic guiding you over a cell phone, yeah that’s rechargeable too...!”
I reached Bangalore finally, and that’s where 6 of us unite and set for Pune, and the actual trip begins…
PS:
1. Excessive usage of the word 'self proclaimed' is intentional.
2. Some of the jokes are part of a sequence, and may seem rubbish.
Cron
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