Pune Peeps

Well, this has been a long overdue. The way we have been planning for it, when I say we, I mean more of them and little of me. Pune felt like home where Diptarka wakes you up, Raja does not let you do the dishes, Isita treats you daaaays after the actual birthday, Anuradha arranges for ONE KILOGRAM Biryani and Barua gets you Scooty rides and even lets you drive it (till you eventually turn it upside down on the main road). Also, NOW the Ankitas are pissed because their names have not been mentioned (YES) :D

This trip showed me the amazing Mumbai-Pune highway where the first few kilometers from Pune is like a movie. Strangely, I did not like Mumbai. Sure it is a city with a lot of people and old buildings, Colaba felt like the Barabazar side and apparently people live a life of their own without interfering in your lives, unlike our dear old hometowns but then, there is this strange rush that I felt. I remember wanting to spend a year (each) of my life in Delhi and Mumbai but then, now I know I won’t enjoy the Mumbai bit as much as I thought I would. Guha had been praising the city and Chowdhury never liked it so I HAD to go see. Also, I had to check the Marine Drive point off the wishlist one, and two, I have been wanting to sing “Yeh raatein yeh mausam” beside the Mumbai sea for a very long time.  I was touched the way the Pune Peeps planned for Mumbai just because I wanted, on a very rainy day when eventually the Pune-Mumbai highway was sealed. Good that I got to see the ever so famous and filmy Mumbai rains as well. And it is, OVERRATED, except for the sea sides which become heavenly. The heaven was a little too much for Guha who felt down by the brush of the high tide waves right in front of Taj, on the road and injured herself badly.  Jittering down the Marine semicircle in the rain is quite a life moment. Marine Drive, check. Special Dhanyavaad to Chowdhury and Guha here, I would not mention why but all my love  ^_^

Talking back about Pune, I realized how overrated and overpriced Bangalore is. I remember this bus bhaiya telling me that from the main Pune bus junction to my stop, the time span would depend on “traffic” and coming from Bangalore, anything kept on traffic front for me is somewhere between 1.5-2 hours. So I slept off and almost missed my stop which came in 15 minutes, yeah, traffic. Pune also got me a big happy pub night with Chintudada and a long Bullet ride of course. His new take on life actually made me realize how much the world has moved forward and I am somewhere lagging behind, my horrible pretentiousness apart. It was so nice to have somebody high to drop the high you home without trying to hit on you. These are the moments when I start to question my decision of living alone always. Pune also gave the assurance that even my wishes and demands deserve to be acknowledged by people, even if it is as small as Poach and Maggi or as big as, (maybe not) :)

What would I ever do without you people :)