So we left bright and early on Saturday. I couldn't help keep contrasting this return to B'lore with my earlier visits in 2005. After the eventful one I did go back the very next week, and spent the day at Blossoms mainly with Vicky. That was a more, um, conventional trip, but nothing to beat going on an overnight trip with my parents, son and uncle-by-marriage. Ok, this uncle is Cousin J's dad and Giga's husband so he's a pretty close relative, but still.
The drive took twice as long as I'd hoped -- 7 hours, which surpassed even Srinivas's gloomy predictions, dammit -- and we reached B'lore in time for a late lunch. Our service apartment, Su Casa, at Indira Nagar was rather pleasant. Very expensive if you ask me, but the service was pretty good and the suite comfortable.
Shall I stop while you finish giggling over Sue at Su Casa?
Done? Good. I'll carry on then.
Spent some part of the afternoon trying to work out a visit to Poppin but since she wasn't keeping well it didn't work out. Soothed my sorrows at the Mothercare sale there. Ma had a gala time, from the look of things. Forgot to buy a sling for our circle's latest baby, silly of me. Oh and folks, this is rather late but allow me to announce the advent of The Plumber. Born to Anjita and Bodhi on Feb 3rd, apart from being generally far too cute for his own good, he is also sporting the neatest pair of ears I have seen in a while. Altogether adorable.
But I digress. Some clothes were bought for The Bhablet, and socks to replace the ones his grandfather had burnt trying to dry in the microwave. Nesting cups were bought, to my sorrow. They have lived up to my pessimism because I have spent a lot of time bending under furniture and searching for them. I think I shall suggest that they stay behind at Madras. Stuff was bought for other kids too, of family friends. (I believe my parents keep the Madras Mothercare in business, although they vehemently deny it.)
The Bhablet had a cookie while my father had a coffee and then they went around pulling CDs and atlases (respectively) down from shelves. Of course, my father didn't do it quite the same way, but it didn't look that different by the time they were done.
Dropped them all off back at Su Casa. Left mum feeding The Bhablet and walked down to a sale nearby. A Jealous store. It was expensive but I felt like a little splurge, what with going back to work next week and therefore imminent income. So I bought myself two shirts and a denim skirt. Very nice. Very corpo, those shirts and I loved the fit.
Dinner was roast mutton with mint sauce from Tangerine next door and then I read my Anne Perry (Ashworth Hall) till midnight. Woke up early, tried to work out a visit to Poppin and her mom but gave up. We managed to breakfast, bathe, pack and check out by 10 a.m. (or thereabouts) which was fairly impressive. Drove down to Cauvery where sandalwood sticks were bought and wooden rattles -- did you ever realise that wooden rattles banged lovingly all over your face hurt more than their plastic cousins at the same game? -- and stuff like that. Then finally went to Blossoms. The Bhablet didn't allow me to browse much (we were playing the face-banging game then) so we saved ourselves much money and luggage. I shall probably be grateful to him for that someday, no? Perhaps. He found himself a friend and proceeded to hug the life out of him. The poor little kid (about 2 and a half years old) looked pretty spooked and kept a safe distance from us thereafter.
We left for Madras after that, somehow managed to find our way out. Considering the driver of our hired Tavera knew very little English and had no knowledge of B'lore streets, this was an achievement we are proud of. This and finding our way to Su Casa in the first place.
Another very long drive back home. Lunch at some motel on the way. It was a pleasant place with a nice garden.
Saw Jab We Met this evening, on tv. I really like the movie. Funny how Shahid Kapoor looks hot. Never thought I'd find him attractive, far less hot.
I'm yawning my face off, so more later.