Wedding Reception Adventures

So I was at a couple of friends' wedding reception in Pune last weekend. It was at some swanky 4 star hotel place. As usual we were late... due to another adventure of a sartorial kind. Being six yards savvy is an ice breaker.

Anyway, we land up at about 9 and ask which floor the happy event is on. We're told it's the first floor. There's another wedding party so all elevators are jam packed. First floor, right, we'll take the stairs. The nice receptionist says wait for the elevator. It's pretty hard squeezing past the Baraat to the stairs, getting into an elevator would be well nigh impossible. So stairs it is.

I'm wearing my new pair of dressy heels. These are the narrow ones that are exactly my second pair of heels. They're 3 inches high, and for a five fiver, they aren't quite necessary though they do make one feel good.

So I climb the first flight. Hmm, no party hall or anything. I ask a steward, down a rather rabbit hole like corridor and he points upstairs. OK, next floor. No, no wedding party. Next floor it is.

There are also other guests, I don't know from which party who're trudging along behind me, and there's a young boy scampering up the stairs just ahead of me.

Third floor. There's a wedding party. Finally!

It's not the one I'm looking for. Its the throng from the elevator party. The elevator opens up, but its full of people going to the same place I'm going. Keep Walking.

Fourth floor - Duster cloths, turp and renovation material. Fifth floor, more of the same. Did I mention I'm carrying a nice big bouquet of flowers to hand over to someone who will hand it to the happy couple? Hey, at least I didn't have to pick up the bouquet. That would have been another adventure in an unknown city. Next time, maybe?

Sixth floor, more renovation stuff. I'm thinking I should have waited for the elevator. I need exercise, but just before a meet and greet and dinner?

Seventh Floor. Finally.

Reception for - &-

Now I just have to hand over the flowers. And enjoy.

Now I know why the receptionist said wait for the elevator.

On the Road to Bhopal

So we're travelling from Indore to Bhopal. Its a scary road. Traffic in Indore goes both ways in the right lane, and the left lane. On the highway, I see why. All trucks get used to overtaking in the opposite lane. The roadblocks are bullock carts, motorbike riders with a death-wish, slow trucks with over 3 feet of protruding metal beams and so on.

We pick up a CD at the breakfast stop. A compilation of latest hindi songs. An original on T-series. When the car starts, we put in the CD. Soni de Nakhare from Partner starts playing. About 1 minute into the song, the track jumps. Ok, its a bad road. And an auto DJ can be fun. The CD pops out. John puts it in. Restart from the beginning. 2 lines in, another bump, another reboot.

We did that about 6 times. Then we tried the 2nd CD. Dupatta Tera from Partner. This time we had actually almost finished the song. And then - Reboot. And again. And again.

We stopped at the next chotu CD come everything shop. We picked up a CD. It was cheap. Better yet, it didn't jump.

Moral of the story...
a) Don't expect CDs to play on MP highways
b) Unless - you buy them cheap on the same said highways

T

Indore Part 2

House hunting.
I met a girl who is in a flat i was going to share
Pakka shes in a call girl racket. Or shes a companion. In that sense.
Accha flat hai.
Kaam ke log ke paas bhi hai.
Batchmate bhi colony main hai.
Par.... flat nahin hai... in which there is no companion per se, high class sab.
She's supposed to move out by jan.
Pata nahin ki kya hoga.
So I'm still house hunting.

Mom... sure I should share a flat with a girl?

T

Indore Part 1

I'm having all sorts of wierd adventures

Kal hotel phone pe koi call kiya tha.

Woh bola - Ma'am, aapse friendship karna hai.
I said - What?
Voice on the telephone - Ma'am aap meri friend jaise hi hai. Waise hi dikhte hai, waise he baatein karthi hai, sab. Mein aapse friendship karna hai.
Mein boli - Bhaiya tera naam kya hai?
Voice on the telephone - Woh nahin bata sakta ma'am... aap complaint kar denge ...toh...
Me - Thik hai... phone rakho, bhool jao yeh sab. Mein bhi bhool jaaongi.

Dad did warn me.

T