A dear friend is in India. I haven't met her since I got married, and so I'm off for a day to Hyd to meet her. She wants to meet The Bhablet, so he goes with me (and thus I tell myself I had a choice in the matter).
The plan was for a 24-hr trip. Now it has become a week-long affair because it's Ma's birthday tomorrow, as Baba kindly pointed out, when he reminded me that Hyderabad is not so far from Madras, as an aircraft flies.
I hate being emotionally blackmailed!
Now all my plans for the week are upset. And I'm getting knowing grins from the Calcutta folks. You can wipe your own knowin grins off, as well.
Here is a bit of interesting trivia:
Nov 2006 -- Cal to Madras 1
Dec 2006 -- Madras to Trivandrum (en route Kanyakumari) and back 2
Dec 2006 -- Madras to Cal 1
Feb 2007 -- Cal to Madras and back 2
March 2007 -- Cal to Delhi (en route Gurgaon) and back 2
May 2007 -- Cal to Madras 1
Aug 2007 -- Cal to Hyd and back 2
Oct 2007 --Cal to Madras and back 2
Nov 2007 -- Cal to Hyd, Hyd to Madras, Madras to Cal 3
16 flights in 14 months. And in May 2007 he came back from Madras in a train. AC 1, no less. He is also a regular on the Calcutta public transport these days. A familiar sight on buses, autos and taxis, is our Bhablet. Has been places on the Metro too. Hasn't boarded a tram so far because the tramlines are not close to our place. When we did the Blank Noise walk last Friday, he was there, walking with V (and attracting not a little attention).
Kids these days, I tell you. Flighty young things.