Erratic Electrcity

As I begin with Óm Ganeshaya Namah, the lights go off. Thankgod for the CPU which continues to work despite the minor irritations.Yes, here I will be able to write about the travails of writing. Of finding the elusive reader. Of the weird conmen waiting in my mailbox with offerings of windfall lottery wins. Of being a prey to strange marketing companies.

Happy days at Carronade court

                          Carronade Court

 The first visit was like walking through Alice's Wonderland. I actually noted how many gates and lifts one had to take before one reached Divir's flat. There was an all-important fob that one pressed to open the main entrance. Then take a lift to the upper ground floor. Walk through a nice garden then another gate which required yet another pressing of the fob and another long corridor that led to gate G take a right turn leads to door A and then press lift for 2 floor and finally you arrive!

 View from Divir's balcony. We spent many happy hours walking around the Court and sometimes even ventured to the larger one in the Buckler Court.

          The busy city feel one could espy from this pulia. I always wanted to visit the shops down below. The salons and show rooms, never got around to venturing into it.

Nelsons Eye

                        Nelsons Eye

Trafalgar Square remains our favourite touristy spot. We never miss  visiting it every time. Even if we catch a glimpse of it from the double decker bus. Our trip is deemed complete. what with Husband always fretting about 'where is M? Where is Divir?' Dinaer's patience is sorely tried. So with Divir getting married he can worry about an additional member. So here's to many more Trafalgar square visits....

my traveling spirit

                     Brighton and Hole-burn

I am getting nostalgic about my London visits. Why do I begin with Brighton? Divir had organized the trip and as we waited for the bus on a particularly windy day the girl collecting our tickets was inadverdantly made us laugh by her constant 'Jiggle' jiggle' refrain. And her papers were all flying off her hands.

    However, there was one phone call from Mumbai that changed our happy mood to a sombre one. This was from Divir's former landlady. The ancient one complained that she found her flat in total disarray and one of her chairs had been burnt to cinders.

The last occupant was dear Dinaer. The inquisition began, "who burnt it? How did it get burnt? What were you doing? Why didn't you tell me, etc. etc. Dinaer's stand was that it was a tiny cigarette burn made by mistake by his friend. Divir was worried that the ancient creature wouldn't return his security deposit which was a huge sum. Husband kept asking about Holburn one station that comes in Divir's tube stations. How can you take these things seriously? 

To top it all our bus arrived late for the Ferry. We remained stranded watching cars and other buses just go past. Then finally Ms. Jiggle-jiggle tied up with her bosses such that the bus remained there while we walked on as foot passengers in the ferry. We reached London past dinner time, hungry and cold.