Without gifting in a birthday party

The niece celebrated her birthday on Saturday. She was very excited about the evening from two days and kept insisting her dad that he get strawberry cake only and no other cake would do. Now what to gift her became a big question for me. I had to run some errands so was out for most of the afternoon. When I came back it was almost 7. I got repeated calls to come as soon as possible since they were waiting for me to cut the cake. To top it I was hungry as hell. I started readying Moo while Zack went to get me a Faasos wrap. He came back in 15 minutes and Moo and I were ready. I shoved down the wrap into my mouth in the most humane way possible as Moo wore an incredulous look ( read-how can you eat without giving me).

When I stepped into the birthday party came the realisation, oh my God, I did not get her the gift! As she cut the cake and we sang the birthday song, I whispered to her mom that I forgot to get the gift. “That and all is no problem, first help me to cut the cake correctly and serve all, otherwise she herself will sit down nicely and finish it by herself”, said my sister-in-law with a hurried glance at me. Moo was quiet until the song got over and started crying once I got out of the sight with the cake in my hand. It took several minutes for her to calm down, but till then, all the guests were served with the food. The niece proceeded to finish her share of the cake and made sure all her friends ate quickly too, so that she could play with them. After an hour or so, Moo got very sleepy and I left without bidding the niece goodbye.

The next evening, when I handed her her gift wrapped in a shiny pink paper, she was all smiles and said, I love surprises! you are the best!

Kids are the best πŸ™‚

A hint of light, a smatter of chill and a dash of rain

I have always felt that the journey to your destination is as interesting as the destination itself. Of the many number of times we used to make the annual trip to my hometown, the 2 day train journey was what I looked forward to. We used to cover almost 4 states, so we got a good view of lush green paddy fields, hills, windmills, dams, rivers, towns, villages, etc. Sometimes the land would be barren for long, that had a beauty of its own.I missed having such trips these days. The last time I had such a train journey was 2 years ago. A flight journey can save you time, but it robs you of the experience of getting down for tea at certain junctions, of the smells, sights and sounds.

Many of you know how I was cribbing that I need a vacation.

At last, I had a 2 day vacation last weekend. A trip to Madikeri aka Mercara in Coorg. It is also known as the Scotland of India.

More than the hill station, I loved the roads which led to it. Open fields, rows and rows of greenery, interspersed with rain drops and sunlight. In one bend of the hill, we get to see mist, the other has sunlight streaming in, the next one has rain splattering our bus windows. The clouds play hide and seek with the capacity of a 2-year-old. Now here, the next minute over there. Some dense, some huge. It was as if we are moving through the clouds.
I have never visited any hill station during monsoon, so all this was new for me. You cannot survive without a jacket and an umbrella in this season, no matter even if you have to be out for only 5 minutes.

This is how the view was from our room at 1 in the noon.

The main city square has nothing different to offer apart from various spices. There are 3 main tourist attractions in Madikeri city. There were a couple of recommendations from our hotel manager, but the distance was more than 100km and we decided against visiting them.

The first place we went was to Omkareshwara temple. It was a Shiva temple where in an engagement was going on. All the beautiful ladies dressed up in traditional Coorgi style sarees made a nice picture. I was left gawking at a few πŸ˜› I found the temple to be built-in Kerala style, but one thing which stood out was this:

Our next stop was Abbey falls, about which Zack was too excited to see. He had seen it 7 years ago and had turned as a tourist guide about the history and geography the waterfall. The land around the waterfall is privately owned and you have to pay a token fees of 10 rupees to enter. I was wondering how much money you need to have to own your own natural waterfall πŸ˜›

We could hear the sound of gushing water some 500m away. Monsoon had had its effects on the water, the sheer force and magnitude of water was so much that you could feel the water sprinkled on your face from the fence erected there.

Suddenly the clouds parted and the waterfall was bathed in sunlight.

This happened every 5 minutes and it was a treat to watch.

The last place which we visited was the Raja Seat. I actually insisted on seeing it twice. Why?

On the first day it looked like this:

I was awed, literally you have a feeling that you are on the top of the world. Wanting to experience it once more, we went again the next day.
The scene and weather had changed drastically!

On this bench, we stared faraway into the horizon, just soaking in the rain, light and chill.


I found this plant just when we were leaving a garden. The number of flowers was more than the total number of leaves put together.

Whats the name of this flower?

Coorg is already popular during summers, but if you want to experience all kinds of weather in a day, monsoon will not disappoint you.

I wish we own a house like that πŸ™‚

I love this place

Dialogue – shailogue

Zack had a plan in mind to surprise me for my birthday. This is worth a mention cause its a year since I am living with him and he has not planned a single surprise for any soul we both mutually know πŸ˜›

A couple of days before my birthday, while talking casually, he said, “Next week, you are gonna get a surprise from me

Hitting myself for believing that this guy would remember my birthdate, I masked my disappointment – “Why, anything special?

He: “Haha, caught you…you thought I wont know it would be your birthday huh..I have all planned it out…

Me(thinking whats wrong with him): “Honey, it is not my birthday next week….its actually after 2 days..

He:Β No ways..let me check the calendar…

(Silence for 5 seconds)

He:”Oh dear..i got the date right..but the month wrong..

To make things clear..here is the gist. My birthday falls on July 27. My darling Zack thought it is August 27 and had pre-ordered a bunch of flowers and a birthday card to be delivered to me on August 27.

The poor guy had tried to keep this as a surprise, but was thanking me all the time for making him realise this faux-paus.

And I was still trying to come up to terms with my spoilt birthday surprise when I ask him – “How could you make such a silly mistake..surely you should have checked before ordering something online..

He was still dumbstruck when he said this – “You make me forget everything Visha

(It registered to me after a minute that this is the first ever mushy dialogue presented to me by him – and Β it stands the one and only – till date πŸ˜› )

First gift