The memory lane..again..

Yesterday, we came back late after an afternoon trip to Bheemtal. I thought it was a reason sufficient for late rising today morning.

And around 8 AM today, we both (Adi and I) were awake and were trying to fake asleep.

Silence broke. Kuhoo came in the room, dispensed a cup of tea almost on my head, “We are going to Corbett Park. Get up both of you”. To my horror, she had already taken bath by that time.

Adi got up immediately, eyes shining. Message was clear to me; both the terrorists were now on the prowl. I had to get up. Mission statement was given. No questions solicited.

We started from Haldwani at 9 AM. Bhaiya drove the car. Fresh and chill air of Kaladungi forest welcomed us. Holiday was on.

We reached Ramnagar around 10.45 AM. There we had to get into an open jeep and we were asked to wear caps. Of course, both of us hate that.

I had to do something more objectionable to get rid of the stupid cap. I told Kuhoo I will drive the car to the forest. I told since childhood I am passionate about driving an open jeep in a quiet hilly forest. And to her dismay, the driver agreed. Cap was no more mandatory.

I sat on the back seat. And we moved ahead in the forest. Adi was having fun. Kuhoo said she wanted to sit with me.

Of course, I had to wear the cap finally.

After a number of years, we were on the memory lane. We remembered the days spent in Dehradun, the hills, the quiet of the forest and the nip in the air.

Lived those beautiful moments; forgave and forgot the world and myself. Time stopped once again. We completed the safari trip sometime in afternoon.

Our next stop was – Mata Girija Temple - around 20 KM from Ramnagar.

Honestly it is one of the best places I have been to. The temple is in middle of the river on a small cliff surrounded by white sand.

Goddess Girija is an avatar of Goddess Durga. The stairs are steep but safe and manageable.

It was evening by the time, we completed our prayers. Spent some time near the river stream and came back home. 

Up in the air...

I am fat, short and bald. Most of you know anyway.

But to me, it was difficult to know or accept..since it happened slowly, day by day, month by month, over the years I grew up.

Despite that it has been difficult to stop going after those ‘Oh-so-beautiful’ girls around. And there are times even today, when Kuhoo is not watching, I try my luck. Anyway it is easier to apologize than to get permission.

And that has resulted into some learning I am sharing herewith:

• Honestly if you are any one of those, that is, fat or short or bald, you are already in disqualified category.You have to be as fool as I am, to keep trying;
• If you are fat, they think, you are lazy. Could be lazy even during those hours when they expect you to be agile.
• If you are short, reality strikes as early as in school itself. I remember, those tall and sexy ‘Punjabi Kudis’ never really bothered to even look at me. Actually the problem with short is, they suspect you could be something like vacation..never long enough..
• If you are bald, let us face it, you don’t look as appealing. Girls look at you only by mistake. You are normally considered ‘old’ and expected to be sober and decent. Worse is, if you try too hard to be sober or decent, they start considering you a ‘safe’ guy.
• To some girls, you may act rich. But they too dump you later as soon as they realize that you don’t save as much you earn, to spend on them, obviously.
• Some girls will reject you out rightly. The cruel ones will call you ‘Bhaiya’. Kind-hearted ones will give reasons like having a boyfriend, commitment, and engagement etc.

Well while I was typing this post, it looks like I have made a good impression on a cute girl sitting in front of me. She must be thinking I am one of those – ‘always busy- no time for stupidity-reserve and focused’ type guy. I still don’t know why these girls get attracted towards those who don’t pay attention to them.

Anyway, she appears to be boarding the same flight. You never know, her seat is the one next to mine. On second thoughts, I don’t think I am completely bald or too fat or too short. The issue is, I cannot always keep my feet on ground else…I will never be able to put on pants..

Guess sometimes it is ok to be, up in the air.