My weekend was mixed.
On Sat, i went for the classes... but at 12:30...i felt restless and walked back home from infantry road till palace guttahali (that is the place where the wodeyar's palace is there it seems)... i was walking around 12... still i didn't have the need for umbrella... not that scorching... i went through Cunningham road, miller's road... through indira gandhi musical fountain... nehru's planetarium... it was close to 3 when i reached home... it takes only 15 minutes in auto.... i had lunch in a road side mess... since hotel chandrika at the junction was crowded...n a lassi... on the way i saw accenture... Safina towers JP techno park... so many big - big embassy buildings... centre for AI.. i slept off till 6-7... then my roomie and i went to malleswaram by walk to buy things for her fiance's australia departure... we ate mollaga bajjis on the road on the way... and had fruits and upma for dinner...
on sunday... since they were digging up in palace guttahalli...we had water crisis... it was like they showed it in acqua guard ad... i had kept the taps open... and water sound woke me up at 3:39 am.. i decided okie... water might not come later...i will wash my clothes now.. i put surf and kept the pipe open and put the clothes... on coming back...i was flabbergasted to find... my ivory white pyjamas coloured with that brown water gushing from the tap...i was heartbroken... then till 6:30 i waited patiently for the water to turn plain and washed my clothes and put it on the line (later that night i was shocked to find that the clothes line had black dust deposited and hence all my clothes had a black line at the waist line....)
after having fruits for an 1hr and talking... my roomie and i decided to have breakfast in some hotel... i had rava idli... while she had idle vada and tea... then we walked by bangalore golf club...to withdraw money from icici atm... on the way... there was this CM's house... MP's houses... there was Bangalore Chithrakala parishad... i was drawn into it... i really don't know how it became 1 pm... so breathtaking were Thomas Kallarcal's paintings... a simple grain stalk... a spray of orchids... flowers and humming bird, lion, tiger, SA elephant(priced at 5 lakh that was sold), horses... sceneries... and the titles he had given was so succinct... man... simply fabulous... (the last thing yes'day before i slept and the first thing this morning... that flashed in my inner eye were his paintings)... there was one painting titled radiance in particular that was awesome... it was good... then i read about Raja Ravi varma in the art mart, while subha sat... we look another way to go back home after withdrawing money... it was very peaceful... we ate 2 icecreams and walked on the road listening to kabhi kabhi on her mobile... the road and locality was so peaceful with flowers spewed on one side... there was Satyam and Polaris on that road... n finally we reached BDA complex and back home...
this is here that comedy started...
my houseowner has a grandson called manish... both he and his mother are psychos... this guy studies in 3rd standard... this poor guy's parents are separated and he has turned notorius... he comes home to meet his mother over the weekends... he wears eye shadow, lipstick, mascara and all fancy jewellry, gals dress, high heels and walks like the Tom's mistress in Tom and Jerry cartoon... ofcourse in his father (Praveen anand in Oracle)'s presence..he is a well behaved kid... so this wonderful guy insisted that we take him with us...Devina my second floor neighbour wanted to buy fish...i had to refill my 4litre cylinder and buy sari... and to top this Manish wanted to come with us, walking like a harlot... his mother caught us, as we were going out...we didn't listen to their words and came out... but they caught hold of Devina... we were calling Devina over mobile... but they didn't let Devina... so I had go back and get Devina under the pretext that i had forgot my mobile at home... i went back... got my mobile... and i told uncle and Manish's mom that - "sorry we have urgent work, we cannot take Manish with us"... and i dragged Devina from there... we had a jolly good time... our mission accomplished... lunch savoured... we returned home at 4:30... to find 2 bars across the door with papers posted stating.. Subha and Sumathi get out... and 5 burnt match sticks were kept on the door mat... in a semicircle... we were flabbergasted... we had walked till malleswaram and after my art exhibition strain... i was dead tired... now this... we 3 went to Devina's house... meanwhile Manish came up insisting that he shoo us away... just that morning... Manish's mom complained that Manish had lost his wallet... this guy carries atleast 2k in his purse... once they had blamed the previous roomie of stealing 500$ note...i was sick of all this... Devina diplomatically pacified Manish while we sat on the Sofa inside... then after few minutes... Manish's mom came up enquiring why we could not take Manish with us... she came inside.. before that Devina hid our slippers and bags while we sat for a while in the kitchen and later in the bathroom as that lady went on raving about us... she is very pretty like Aishwarya as most gals from mangalore are...but what women is she?.. to thrust her son on us...inspite of our telling that we cannot take him with us...
she kept on asking Devina where we were... we were no mood to argue or fight... so after 2 hours...after i got refreshed...we called up Manish and that lady to explain why we can not take him with us... and we went to the house... again we had papaya and honey for dinner and i slept fitfully... this morning after Manish left...uncle came and apologized for Manish's misbehaviour... Manish beats up his mom and no one can control him at his mother's home... god... what family... all because...i wanted to explore blore and stay in a place without giving 40k advance...probably i should have been a bit more diplomatic and said why i cannot take him with me instead of abruptly saying that i cannot take him with me... even then... how can she expect that we take her son over weekends...
from friday evening Manish would barge in, if by mistake we left the door open and say that i need a plastic surgery on my nose and change my complexion with surgery... and wat not... man... kids indeed... since this was my first week i took him light.. next week...or rather the week after next... i will put him in his place... this evening i need to talk to Manish's mom... and explain that supercilious woman... why i cannot entertain his son anymore very very diplomatically... hope all goes well...
