He was completely engrossed in ‘this’ task of saving Mumbai and while addressing the fellow passengers, I realized, he had now started cursing me in Marathi.
“I imagined myself punching fist in the air and screaming like how Warner does after his century in a typical Aussie style but I controlled myself and settled for a ‘Dravidian’ celebration when the faculty paused to ask his 156th question for the day.”
My heart was pounding in excitement as I came back to my room and knocked the door which seemed locked from inside. I heard footsteps coming towards the room so I held my breath and waited impatiently for my ‘female roomie’ to open the door.
In 2010, when GIM was planning to shift its campus here on this plateau, the Dhangars disappeared ‘mysteriously’. Nobody ever knew what happened to them as they never came back to claim their belongings.
But that year, as I recollect, the local politician won the elections with a hefty margin.
“Curious little me, I jumped off the bed, climbed the stairs and started peeping through the tallest window of our house to get a glimpse of the ‘Namak Walas’ (salt vendors) blowing the truck horn.”
To cut short my travel time from Kochi to Munnar, I explored all options- Kochi to Munnar bus travel, airport to Munnar taxi fares, bus timings, distance by road etc. and here’s what I found.
This touched me… He didn’t utter a single word…neither did he try to follow me. He just looked straight into my eyes…locked his hands around the chair…hesitated a bit…gently opened his palms and stood there still with a dead expression! He seemed hungry, not poor! On treks I usually don’t carry eatables. So couldn’t give […]