Saturday, August 9, 2014

Monsoon rains to blazing summer

When I walked in through my front door, the first thing I got was some heat blasted into my face.

It was hot summer in Riyadh and with no air conditioning for more than a month, well, you can imagine how an ice-cream feels while melting.

For the first two days, I was in a wistful and empty-in-the-stomach-with-nothing-but-sadness-and-vacuum feeling in me. But that night we ate out at McDonalds for dinner and when I saw the Chicken Deluxe I got, somehow I started feeling happy. I don’t know how.

We had a lot of fun in India. When Kunjunni came over, my, parents, Kunjunni and I would sit in the balcony with Dad and Mom on chairs and me and Kunjunni with our feet through the railing and ask GK questions-

“How many years do you think took to build that apartment?”

“I don’t know. Wait! I think I know. Probably 2.6 years.”

“Your turn now.”

“Ok, Gandhiji’s riding on a scooter towards west. To which direction will his hair blow?”

“I don’t know. Backwards?””

“Wrong! He doesn’t have hair!”

And then it was Dad’s turn to ask a Maths question-

“If Kunjunni buys 8 Ferraris, how many Jaguars does Janaki buy? “

It left us stumped.

A few days earlier my Dad showed me an article. The heading was “The man who sold the Eiffel Tower. Twice” and it was about Victor Lustig.

Apparently he was a con man, gave clients fake money-printing machines and so on.

In India during monsoon, the clouds always look really amazing and beautiful. It’s also really nice to have raindrops falling on you and the breeze is really, really strong and cool. The sight blew me away. He he..