The mist and the low clouds … the hills in the not
so distant … and the lashing rain .. just makes for such an interesting
drive from Mumbai … a couple of hours thanks to several flyovers and the
great highway that has through the years reduced the driving time by
hours ..
I remember the early days when there was no six lane highway, and we
would drive to Lonavala to .. well .. have some of the best ‘Palak Paneer’ en
route, and the fantastic and still ruling in taste, the ‘chiki’. This
is a city just on the tip of the ‘ghats’ or mini hills that one crosses
on the way to Pune, half way through .. At some point it used to be a
silent sleepy quiet requiem for the week enders of Mumbai … now … I
really have no relevant description of it .. crowded, busy, built up ,
but still has something of that aura of the past ..
In those early years when My Dad was in Army, we had bought a cottage up here, for a price of … hold your breath … Rs
20,000 !! Since we never came here ever to spend time, we decided to
sell it off .. and we did for about the same amount of money .. big
mistake ! Its value today would be … I don’t even want to think about it
..
Such is life .. we move on ..
The interview's scheduled to continue from tomorrow , and it shall be
very busy days .. 12 hours work each day and then some more ..
There is an interesting little story on my FB hopefully today
regarding college life and my efforts when in College at the Delhi University
.. and one that concerns Miranda House, the elite Womens ‘IT’ College.
Delhi University was patterned on the lines of Cambridge and Oxford,
where the campus houses several different colleges in one area. It was
such a joy to be in that environment. Walking across, or jumping a wall
to be in the company of your friends in another college, meeting up in
the canteens of the others, catching the same bus to our homes and in
the mornings to the University. The inter college games, the University
games with visiting guests from other cities, and the coming together on
our common grounds and bunking classes to cheer our side. The coffee
adventures in the cold of the winter, riding the scooters of those
affluent enough to possess them, into Connaught Place the elegant
shopping center, with all the happening restaurants … ahh ! so many
memories .. and such wondrous nostalgia … many a time one wishes they
could be relived again …
With this i retire.. promising to come back soon
Harish Nayak
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