Pradeep ezhudhuru…mani 5 aiduthu…ellarum vandhuduva…
There it was, my nightmare of getting up in the early morning was well underway. With great difficulties I managed to get myself out of the bed (thanks to switching off fan by god only knows who and mosquitoes).Soon the morning chores began to happen in a more routine fashion (which included me banging my head against the ceiling of the bathroom. yet another place).Soon the place was flocked with folks from vrs parivar (makkal/gumbal).Some time later, the ohmam was underway in grand style. First Danvandri ohmam then it was sudhrashana ohmam.The ohmam was accompanied by people reading naalaayira divya prabhandam in the next room.Appa was also made to read prabhandam(Thanks to chechu mama).He left Chennai with great hopes. Now his face was telling all the stories. Its today that one could find the different abhinayanams.One was having stern face, another laughing like h*ll,yet another studiously looking at the paper with sudharshana ohmam mandhiram,yet another was having his face hidden behind the camera, and the list went on.Ding..Ding...Ding…the clock bell rang and it was time to have my lunch.
After a sumptuous meal everyone scampered to different places to find a nice cozy place to slouch. I got mine somewhere in between two bheeros.Soon the routine vetti mokkai started. It ended only after every one went into their hibernation mode. A couple of hours later slowly every one was rebooted back to their safe mode (after all I am working with computers).Later that evening I was offered an outing. I was taken to a place what most people call the best mall that mulund houses. The mall was ok, but the huge crowd presence was making me sick. Anywhere I turned, it was people people people all around. Mumbai these days is bitten by the mall bug and the bug is well on its way to Chennai. The presence of Sachin’s Restaurant came as a succor for me. First I saw the word ‘Genius’, then I saw ‘MRF’.Ah there it was, the Willow which made Shane Warne wet his pants ,the willow which spoiled Kasprowicz’s career, the willow which had a date with the sharjah sand storm, the willow which denied Australia the Coca Cola Trophy. I felt great pride in narrating the sight of the great willow to people back home.(but not sure what they felt…should have been something very funny…defly)
There it was the day 2 of Mumbai Marathon about to end in grand style. Again I was given clear and stern orders.”Kaarthaala seekiram ezhundhukkanum”.
We were going to Shirdi the next day…the day I would have been in chepauk had I not been traveling…the day when India met WI…the day when we parked our dikkis most of the time in the car…ouch…its still paining.
