The 12th State

My latest addition to the very slowly moving list of states that I've stepped foot in is Rajasthan. I know it is almost shocking that having lived in Delhi for the longest time I could never venture a couple of hundred kilometres into the west. But whadyaknow! It just happens sometimes.

Finally it was Ridhima's wedding that took me to Jaipur.

I was not sure whether I would get a chance to do this trip or not, but I was certainly going to try my best to make it happen. Especially given the fact that I missed two outstation weddings last year. But a week or so before the trip, I felt that I should really use the opportunity to explore the city too. So what if it didn't come close to my wish of one-long-trip-to-Rajasthan-in winters. At 45 degrees Celsius, this would have still been worth it!

Then began the drama of not having anyone willing to go with me a day or so in advance. And God, my family can really sing the It's Unsafe saga a million times for the 100 times that I express the thought of doing something alone. So finally I sulked for about four days, and only left on a Sunday morning for the Monday wedding.

We touched Jaipur in four speedy hours including a stop at McDonald's Manesar to take away some breakfast. And after a second delicious breakfast later at Hotel Teej, Priyam, Swetha and I headed out to Amber Fort. Swetha has visited the city a zillion times and was only being nice in the heat. Priyam and I were the excited first-timers. Plus we have experiences like Ellora Caves in the heat to not get discouraged by the blinding sun. Now, we did not realise that one could take a car all the way up to the Fort. So we asked our driver to wait in the parking lot and decided to walk up. As always, Swetha was leading the pack and Priyam was trying hard to keep up. In the middle, as always, I was oscillating between I-can-do-it and oh-my-breath!. On the way up we met some goats and ignored some shady men. There was also a local family laughing away at some people who were apparently clicking pictures of a 'nullah' which they obviously thought of as a pretty water body. And I would have made the same mistake given that the picture of a nullah in my mind is faaar dirtier than what we saw there. And technically, it wasn't even a nullah! It was just a dirty pond which wasn't really so dirty.

The Fort!

The road we could have taken to drive up

Beginning our walk up!

Swetha and Priyam suggested we take a guide to get a better feel of the place and I didn't mind the suggestion. Our guy (Damn, I've already forgotten the name! - some Mr. Sharma, I think.) was decent with the stories and wasn't too overbearing. We walked around enjoying the place, singing 'kehne ko jashn-e-bahara hai' not only because Priyam had a feeling that the place was Jodha-Akbar-ish but because the movie was actually shot there in parts.
And then we were facing the Sheesh Mahal! Remember I had mentioned in my last little travelogue that Sikri made me fall in love with it instantly and I wished that I too had a palace like that to live in? Well, Sheesh Mahal too instantly came in the same league, only I would still want to live at Sikri; at Sheesh Mahal, I want to get married! :D The place is perfect. The beauty, the dazzle, the mirrors - oh my god I could insert an html heart here!

My louley ladies!

After being contented looking at the little place, we moved on. Clicked a few more pictures, laughed a little more, wiped away some more perspiration and headed out straight to Hari Mahal Palace - the wedding destination! Oh, before getting into the car we had a glass each of awesome shikanji too! :D

Us, at Sheesh Mahal! :D

We were late for lunch but Ridhima's mom managed to get us some good food. Priyam and Swetha couldn't understand why of all the things I loved the rotis in the meal - they were just really really soft and perfect! We then moved upstairs to spend some time with the bride-to-be who was rehearsing for a dance performance with cousins and the groom-to-be. She soon left for the getting dressed process, and we came back to our hotel for the rest and refresh process.

We were not going to be late again and ended up being the first guests at the evening function. Even the photographer reached after we did. No complaints. We grabbed the best seats one could take after leaving some for immediate families. The Sagan and Chunni ceremonies went on smoothly. Ridhima looked beautiful. Priyam got expectedly sentimental. And I got unexpectedly sentimental. [The two of us also had a short, silent yet fun war for entirely different reasons.] While I still had tears in my eyes, the two Punjabi families began with the naach gaana. First we cheered along, and then we danced too. To be more precise, Priyam and I grooved along, and Swetha did some real dancing! Again, this was as per trend, nothing unusual.

Rested and Refreshed

Swethaaa!

We came back to our hotel around 1.30 a.m., I sent Avantika a scandalous SMS, we planned our next day, and then snored away.

The next morning was to come by too soon with alarms going off before 6.00 a.m. When my alarm rang, I decided to write it off and give my body  the rest it was asking for. But Swetha doesn't think like that. Alarm baj gaya, woh uth gayi! I could not be the bitch so early in the morning, so I dragged myself out of bed too. Of course, I was glad I did because I was the one who was most excited to see the Nahargarh Fort. I had even put a picture of the Fort in the PPT I sent to Priyam's official ID in the hope that she would get convinced to go to Jaipur a day in advance. :-| [Trivia: one of the best pictures that Google throws up of the Fort has been clicked by our very own Deepak Kumar].

We were going to stop by at Jal Mahal before heading to the Fort. We spent a few quiet moments of the relatively cooler morning there.

Jal Mahal's Sidekick as I like to call it

Priyam, Swetha, our driver, and our car in front of Jal Mahal

Then came the real bitch! No, wait. The drive was really nice. Our otherwise ordinary driver got an opportunity to show us that he can be good in the hills. The drive up reminded a little of Lavale. The view of the city as we moved up was incredible, the peacocks lining the street were a delight, and I could not wait for the sepia fort to open itself to my eyes.

Outside the closed Fort! :-|

Now the bitch! The official timings for opening of gates is 8.00 a.m. (I think that's also late) but nobody opens the darn place before 10.00 a.m! Who does that! In a city as hot as Jaipur! I have not heard of any other protected place waking up so fuckin' late! It was like a slap in the face for hoping that a Monday morning could be good. Hmph!!!
We could certainly not have waited that long. I wanted to kick those boys playing cricket there. Apparently Jaigarh Fort is no different. So we did not bother turning that way. And there we were - low on sleep with a ruined morning! And if only we knew that this was the case, we could have easily slept, gone there in the afternoon just like we did the previous day for Amber Fort, and happily attended the wedding too.
I have to admit that I was getting confused whether I was there to attend the wedding or to explore the city, but one has to agree that this was a huge waste given that it was the only day we had.

We got back to the hotel, again ate a lot at the amazingly yumm breakfast table, slept just a little bit, and headed out for Ridhima's Chooda ceremony. It was a first for all of us. But for Swetha it was an absolutely alien thing. So she enjoyed it the most.

As you may have guessed by now, we had no intentions of taking it easy on this trip. So after Chooda and lunch, we went to Johri Bazaar to shop for silver! :D Priyam bought a pair of earrings to ensure she enjoyed her Pirates of the Caribbean premiere more. Swetha bought something simple and elegant for work. And I was on a trip of my own! One for some occasion, one for formal wear, one for daily wear, one for the sis-in-law, I had obviously, I think expectedly, lost it! Without doubt I went over-budget. And to no surprise, I later showed the sis-in-law what I bought for her and then told her that I am keeping it! :P Arre, in the morning we had done some chappal shopping where I had bought a pair for her too!

Finally, the be all of life, potty, took over and we all just relaxed for the rest of the evening.

We were again the first guests. Now for the wedding....

Our driver had taken permit to stay in the city for two days. Now, those two days expired at midnight. We were obviously not going to leave the wedding just because he had to cross the border before that. So we made a few phone calls and managed to make arrangements to be late by an hour or so.  We were anyway not going to stay for the pheras because Swetha and Priyam had managed to get only one day off. But managing to catch the Jai Mala was going to be a challenge.

....the baraat was late. And that is when we finally got a chance to spend a few quality minutes with Ridhima. Alone. It was such a... feeling of having grown up! Memories of the hostel were coming back, the feeling of anticipation for the night and for her life ahead was around, and somewhere at the back of the mind was the thought about being in the same place as her in the (near) future.

We welcomed the baraat with the cousins and some other friends of Ridhima's but we knew that was it! We did not have time to eat, and we certainly did not have time to wait for the Jai Mala. We all hated it, but I think I was feeling worse because I knew I was personally not in a hurry. I had an off the following day. BUT! Time was ticking, and the next ten minutes were the funnest of the two days! We hurriedly walked out to our car, got the boot open, threw in our shoes and accessories, changed into chappals, pulled out our travel clothes, and rushed back in to the women's room. Some people noticed. Thankfully nobody came in to use the washroom while we were there. Some entangled sleeves of fancy clothes and hurried flushes later, we paced out. Apparently I looked the funniest with my oh-so-comfortable wraparound skirt/lungi.

Our driver sped. I watched packs of chips being passed by as we tried to reach the border within our time limit. I died of hunger until I found some saunf in my handbag. We also met a stupid traffic jam on NH8. And then I almost fought with some random guy on Twitter too. Bleh!

Our taxi bill was the thing that actually went over-budget. It was almost obscene. I was the last one to be dropped and reached home at 4.30 a.m. I don't think we had managed to cross the border even at 1.00 a.m. And I know nobody gave a damn about our permit. Sure we would have landed into some trouble if things had gone by the rule. But then, we did miss the dinner. Oh, I mean the Jai Mala. But no denying that we were there for Ridhima's wedding. There is photographic evidence.

Mehra-Taneja

The entry to the 12the state could not have been any better than this! I will of course go back to fulfill my wish of doing a long trip in Rajasthan in WINTERS!

Daily Diary

One radio station or the other plays the masakkali song every morning at 8:40. I remember how they used to play come to me by Abhishek Bachchan every morning at a fixed time too. But it's funny how masakkali tells me how late I am running. Sometimes I am at East of Kailash when it plays, and today I was still at AIIMS when it played. But it was bhaiya who got us late today. No, I'm not complaining.. he drops me to work every morning. :P

I wasn't complaining about the horrible weather during the weekend either 'coz I was having a good time with friends. And shopping too. :P
But that thing about variation in pace of life that everyone always talks about when you compare a large metro to a smaller city is true. Things that I used to do before leaving Delhi suddenly seem to suck out a fairly large chunk of energy now. But then working close to nine hours in office and not be tired at all is also because of the pace at which we work in college. Fair tradeoff, I'd say.

Oh, did I tell you that I got flowers this weekend? :D And silver jewellery too? :D And new clothes as well? :D Yes, I'm having quite a party thanks to a couple of nice people around. And I'm watching a new season of Grey's Anatomy too. :D

Aaaand my VP told me more than once that he likes the work that I've done so far! :D

If the coming weekend turns out to be the way I want it... life will be even better.

Way too many realisations

A look at the blog with the latest last post made me realise that I did not write about some things which I would have liked to register here. So here we go...

First the sad bit. My mom's birthday was on the 30th. Pa's is on the 10th. Missed one, and will miss the next. Makes me ultra sad. If not for anything else, it does for the good food I missed out on. :(

The second sad bit: I am single again. No, it did not happen in the last three days, but I don't want to be single. Situations can so fuck your happiness that it's not even funny.
So there are several corollaries to this which I don't like either.

On the 30th? The internship process fucked my happiness as well. The place I was looking at decided that they did not want interns. Other slots were getting filled like they just had one motive - not to find me a place to go to. Then descended god. Or whoever you like most. But it was such a funny moment. I was asked to say yes for a good organisation when I was not even sure of how good it was. But instinct made me agree, and there I landed myself an interview in Mumbai the next day. There were three submissions to work on that evening too. God bless the friends who let the freaked out me prepare for my interview, and do my share of work. Owe them.
The interview was at noon. I could not have risked taking a bus because the last time I did that, it took me more than five hours to reach my destination. And those five hours did not include the time it took to reach the bus station from campus. So I asked dad to shell out money and let me take a cab all the way. I want to say I hate Mumbai for the fuckin' traffic it has. Bloody hell... it took me 2.5 hours within the city to get to a place which wasn't even 'far'! Ugh.
Anyway. So I was made to wait a little. I've realised one thing with time - no matter how worked up I may be for an interview, when it's my turn to go in... some strange sort of calmness does take over. And then the flow of the interview somehow always depends on the interviewer. Those sad-ass people who don't know what to ask make me also look like a drab. But here, the two people were darn cool. The gentleman tried to stress me out, and the lady was being nice. It was a long-ish interaction. And I think my best interview ever. They asked me everything possible under the sun, and I'm glad that they liked me too. :)
They've decided not to give me a single day off, so I land in Delhi and join work the next day. It looks like the kind of organisation which will suck everything out of me. I'm just hoping I take it the right way because I really do not want free time if I am going to spend it the way I am quite capable of doing.

Apart from this, the other happy thing is that now that the term's come to a close, I have lost a bit of weight too. What's not good is that I know it's happening because I'm not eating much nowadays. Which means that it's temporary in nature. :-/

I am going home. I will be there in 11ish days. It's my sunshine waiting for me.

I will also be earning a bit of money during the summers, and I've booked the first expense out of the income too. It's going for this photograph which I'll put on my wall in the hostel in the next term. :)
I've put a widget on the top right hand corner of the page for a cause that I am supporting. It involves people I know. And it involves kids I know. Do go through www.30on30.net to know more of what I am talking about. Would really appreciate it.

Apart from all this, my cousin Nidhi celebrates her 23rd today. She and I are the same age and all talks in the family are done keeping the two of us in one category. It's freaky to think that in exactly five months from now I'll be 23 too. Gosh! Life's gotta pace up!!
For now, poor thing does politics for her employer in the media industry and is looking at partying with BJP who come out with their manifesto today. Life fucks up everyone's parties, isn't it?

Dinner in Ridhima's room made me realise that I have not been spending time with anyone here on campus. It felt like I was talking to her after weeks. And it's incredible how I am wasting time. It's so gonna come back and bite me.

I want Easy by Menwhopause. Right now. Nobody except Rohit Talwar seems to have their fuckin' music. Rohit, if you're reading... you better meet me at the airport on the 15th with a CD of all their music. I don't care if you're at work. :|

Ok, now I will go and sleep. See you soon. Tada!

Update

This is of days dedicated to sleep, laziness, juices, socializing, Orkutting, and a little bit of craft-work! :P

Oh yes, standing in front of the mirror to admire my new hairstyle too! Heee...
Seriously, if you're in South Delhi, you must check out Harry and Shanti's at South Ex. The man who did my hair is Kamal. The place has been a better experience than the Meghnas and the Madonnas of Green Park. Much better! Imagine, my friend who accompanied me there loved what happened to my hair so much that she got hers cut as well. :D

D day is coming closer and as time is passing, I'm more scared than excited. An all-new world, new people, new place, new routine....the thought is scary! I'm trying not to think too much though. Just hoping to take it all as it comes.

I went to Dilli Haat after really long last night and they've erected a weird information console in the middle of nowhere. The fruit beer was too sweet, the chat was too sweet, and it was a not-nice experience. Plus, another friend did not let me buy some chunky jewellery that I liked 'coz apparently it was not worth the price and also that I need to reduce my expenses on 'such' things as I will spend more than half my days in formals now. :|

Not that you don't probably already know, but the heat has gotten REAL bad in the last 3 days! I don't feel like stepping out of my house, so the idea of playing becomes even more far-fetched. Craving for some badminton! :(

Oh, by the way, since we're on the topic of good and bad things happening around, now Gulati's at Pandara Road is also not as great as it used to be. In vegetarian food, its specialty for me was the dal makhani. It served the best dal in town! But it was so bloody ordinary last week that I wondered why we were paying so much!! A dhaba near my bro's office makes better dal!
So I'm not going there again.
Speaking of food, Bengali Sweets in South Ex serves amazing Chinese food. Yes, you got that right! We took the risk of ordering that kind of food in that kind of a restaurant but it turned out to be a very pleasant surprise. Was actually better than what I'd had at Bercos a day before that!

On a non-serious note, I think Bisleri mixes some intoxicating stuff in its water. This past Sunday, the more water I had, the more I felt and acted drunk. I know, sad that I was getting high on water but even so! I'd planned not to dance at a family function ('coz of the heat again) but who was I kidding. Not only did I dance, I danced non-stop like crazy! With cousins, with chachis and tais, and alone too! Danced away from the dance floor as well - where the food was being served. I'd completely lost it. And that same intoxication made me completely check out this superhot guy (who, by the way, is married!). Really! Tall, fair, handsome, awesome dancer, and just super-duper hot! Sources tell me that he's even done some modelling. Bloody! Married he is!!
But I still had some fun with him thanks to some distant aunt of mine. :P
Although, I still don't know his name; you don't need that on dance floors. :D

And now I'm out of stories to narrate. So until next time, bbyeee!!! :-)