First day of the last trimester. 2 years have flown like ether .. and by the time i turn back it will have been 2 years from now. i step into this trime with mixed feelings... and a million questions. will these be my last days as a student? will i ever get to lead the callous life again? will the next few days be the happiest or the saddest days of my life? in the end of it.. will i really be missed by anyone or miss anyone after getting out of this halloween portal? for all i know.. the next time i read this blog the first signs of grey would start to peep out.
and yeah... happy new year ..2008.
Saturday 19 January, 2008
Friday 18 January, 2008
Breakfast at Ooty?
for those who have read my previous posts: this is an invite for lunch at Shinkows, Ooty
Guess 1 hour at ooty is all i get to spend, in each visit of mine to this forbidden place . This time around we(nish koks deepa nan and myself) drove to ooty from coimbatore via coonoor. It was all fine when we started at 7 am. 'so far so good' but not for too long. once we hit the ghats the engine radiator started heating up. didnt seem worth worrying in the beginning. the first 2 halts (for the engine to take a leak) was just another excuse for us to pose at different angles and try and avoid hill sickness. the third pitstop was a never ending leak for the car. that was when we realised that something was actually wrong. time was already 9 and breakfast was getting cold at nan's place in coonoor( atleast 30 odd kms to go ) and our stomachs were grumbling. Like a Messiah there appeared a man who arranged for a mechanic only to find out that the fan was not working (simplified version of what i could decipher from the automotive language and terms that were being spoken). a temporary fan was fit to the car. we hit coonoor at 12 for breakfast. the serene tea estates and the flawless winding roads were quite a feast for the eye. The food disappeared in no time. we left for ooty and hit Shinkows (famous chinese restaurant). We can always make space to dump in over and over again... cant we? By the time we could finish lunch the plains beckoned.
whats next? how about breakfast at ooty?
Guess 1 hour at ooty is all i get to spend, in each visit of mine to this forbidden place . This time around we(nish koks deepa nan and myself) drove to ooty from coimbatore via coonoor. It was all fine when we started at 7 am. 'so far so good' but not for too long. once we hit the ghats the engine radiator started heating up. didnt seem worth worrying in the beginning. the first 2 halts (for the engine to take a leak) was just another excuse for us to pose at different angles and try and avoid hill sickness. the third pitstop was a never ending leak for the car. that was when we realised that something was actually wrong. time was already 9 and breakfast was getting cold at nan's place in coonoor( atleast 30 odd kms to go ) and our stomachs were grumbling. Like a Messiah there appeared a man who arranged for a mechanic only to find out that the fan was not working (simplified version of what i could decipher from the automotive language and terms that were being spoken). a temporary fan was fit to the car. we hit coonoor at 12 for breakfast. the serene tea estates and the flawless winding roads were quite a feast for the eye. The food disappeared in no time. we left for ooty and hit Shinkows (famous chinese restaurant). We can always make space to dump in over and over again... cant we? By the time we could finish lunch the plains beckoned.
whats next? how about breakfast at ooty?
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