Yikes. This is the first Weekend Coffee Share of 2018. And the first in two months. Wow. And, it’s not even the weekend. It’s a Monday night here in Bengaluru. God Bless me.
I have so much to say that i don’t know if I can. Anyway. I will start from Monday, the 26th of February.
I was busy packing and thinking what I should and shouldn’t take. Where was I going? I was going to Mumbai! In my head, I still call it Bombay because I feel Bombay more than Mumbai. But that’s just me. I’m a little sentimental about cities like that. But nothing very eventful happened. I straightened my hair. Filled my phone with audiobooks and ebooks fit for travelling. Packed. I was more excited about the next day.
On the 27th of February, I traveled, for the first time, in a flight. I was going with my dad, and we took a cab to the airport, even though there were buses going there all the time. For some reason, Pappa insisted we go early and I hurried with him. Turns out, he wanted to get there early so I could get a window seat! He put on his best charming tone, saying how this is my first plane ride, she was utterly charmed and got me a window seat! I was thrilled. This was going to be epic.
Epic it was. It was only a little less than 2 hours, the whole plane ride, and in the midst of eating plane lunch (no pun intended) and my heart jerking and my stomach feeling hollow a few times during the landing, mostly I was memerized by how beautiful the sky looked. I suppose when one gets used to plane rides, this isn’t anything new but for me, this was just brilliant. I decided that I wanted to paint it, but I know for a fact that I will not come close to it. Ever.
After we landed in Bombay at around 2 in the afternoon, we hailed a taxi straight to our room. Upon reaching the building, I thought, “where in this hellhole is our hotel?” It was a really old and dingy building, with a set of forked stairs, and it seemed that one building alone had 3 hotels! The interiors were really nice though. Later that evening, Pappa took me to the Siddhi Vinayak Temple, where we bought sweets and two small idols of the God, and then we went to the Gateway of India. We sat there till the sun went down and it got late enough to get back to our room.
The Taj Hotel
The Gateway of India
The Taj Hotel was magnificent. We walked around it, and discovered a street shopping area that I have (hopefully) filed away for the future. There was something just so amazing about that street and the area.
I had my interview on the 28th. I had to report at the University at 8 in the morning, so I was up by 5:45. After a bath, while eating breakfast, I decided to watch TV. Partly to calm my nerves, partly to unearth treasures that came in the form of old forgotten cartoons. And I was not disappointed. I watched half an our of Dexter’s Laboratory in complete bliss.
Then it was time to go.
Both my interviews and the pre-interview tests were, thankfully, scheduled on the same day. The interview timings just stretched on and on. I thought I’d be done by 2 in the afternoon or so, but nope. It dragged on till 5. After I came out, Pappa asked me what we should do next. We decided there was no point in going back to the hotel because then we’d have to go out again for dinner. So we went to the beach, finally.
The Chowpatty beach, which one can see along the Marine Drive is where we went. On one side, where there are food stalls, the stall owners don’t have chairs and tables. Instead, they’ve spread plastic mats on the sand for all of us to sit and eat on the ground. I loved this. Too bad I didn’t take a picture of this.
I was with Pappa and he’s not the best company to eat roadside food with and even I didn’t have much of an appetite so we just walked along the beach, waiting for the sun to set.
Picture credits to my dad
Picture credits to my dad
All along the marine Drive, there are huge slabs/benches people to either face the sea or the traffic. I preferred both, which was sad because I sat facing the sea and then once in a while, I turned to watch the traffic. My neck hurt. After it got dark, we crossed the road looking for a taxi when we saw an aquarium. We went inside to see if it was open and Pappa asked me, “Do you want to go in?” I shrugged. “Might as well. We’re here anyway, right?”
Tickets were Rs 60 per adult and after the visit to the aquarium, Pappa said “This was worth 60 Rupees,” because it definitely was. More on this later.
We went back to our hotel room, washed up, lay in bed for a little while before going out to dinner. We went to a bar and restaurant where the manager was a Kannadiga! I was thrilled. We ate fish and chicken and it was nice food. We had a bus to catch the next day, so we called it a night and went to sleep.
Our bus was 2 in the afternoon, which wasn’t very clearly mentioned, so we ended up waiting from noon for a bus that was at 2. I had taken an anti-nauseating tablet, so I pretty much slept waiting for the bus. The sleeper bus reminded me of Harry Potter’s Knight Bus. It was a fascinating ride. We reached Bengaluru the next morning.
Saturday was eventful because Amma, Akka and I decided to check out new places to eat that had cropped up in our area. We spent the entire evening hopping from one place to another, buying enough ice cream to stock up the fridge and we were so full that we skipped dinner. Sunday afternoon was my highlight because Akka and I started watching She Was pretty! We’re only four episodes deep, but she loves it so far. I’m glad. I didn’t know what I’d do if she didn’t like my favourite show.
Monday evening, I met Poorvi for a belated birthday party and we spent the entire evening walking around Jayanagar and eating and did a little shopping too. it was fun. I skipped dinner again because I was so full.
I’ve had a great week.
I hope to write more detailed (and well-crafted) posts on Bombay soon! Especially on taxis and the people I met there and how the city was in general. Wish me luck!
How was your week? Anything important that happened in your life while I was away? Do tell!