Star Trek#2

30.4.2009

was perhaps the only day in the trek when my slumber was not stirred by abhijit or joy's thunderous claps on the door! lolwoke up delightfully early and rita and I set off for a fantastic morning walk that encircled

1. all of kathmandu,

2. our respective takes on professional atyachaar: common denominator good bosses (and unhappy rest!),

3. a stop for masala chai and coffee (there was no bournvita!)

4. my famous fall and a bruised knee

5. lost paths one lost map and one newly found nepali novel (at the same bookstore where someone hopelessly tried to draw us directions)

6. journey beneath the jarcandas

7. several pics hearding the start of rita's modeeling career(all of this on one morning! ab trek kya..cakewalk!)

returned to yak yeti to a sumptious breakfast that reminded me so much of Fariyas! rita-abhijit-shamini(kotharis) joy-anand and me then visited the pashupathinath temple which has 1001 shivalingasat the entrance typical teenager shamini announces I am an aethist..are u religious! lol..I mumbled something about not being very (why did I) and blah blahed abt some faith that binds us all..etc(all this I was accused of later when she became my roomie and watched me pray everyday!) abhijit got us a guide..who somehow took to detailing. This took care of rita's lingering interests! drying (throats) dribbling (sweats) and dazzling (foreheads) we dashed to the airport lest we miss our flight to pokhara by reaching less than 2 hours in advance! I must warn u that from here on till the rest of my trip u will not know me bec we reached hours before to catch a flight we could have never missed (bec it was us us us us us us us us us us us us us us and only us!) internal flights are 15 seaters..and if u haven't counted the us's in the previous sentence pleas do..I could not be more literal. we were the flight we were afraid to miss! hehehe..of course the propeller experience was something in itself..airpockets that lacked excitement rita and I sought but sufficed to summon chants!to shamini she was marlyn monroe out of casalanca and what u will..to me the baggage claim took the cake..a long table which served as partition bet inside and outside as well..bags from the flight dumped on them remniscent of red red coolies and their overfull handcarts! and a man loud voiced as platform announcement systems only much higher on clarity would call out..pokhara agni air and we rush to the ration line..oops baggage claim area! jokes apart pokhara turned out to be something out of a dream...we reached phewa lake by road and then rafted to our fish tail lodge across the lakeside! shamini no longer e-stranged me (pun intended if identified) we shared a room, bhajiyas, liking for me and also bournvita, prayers to Indradevta (yes it rained heavily that night though only I chose to get drenched) went boating on the lake..got introduced to the girls and the rain in quick succesion.. also got my first lessons on bird watching courtesy abhijit kothari! then we all sing...I sing, rita sing and abhijit sing.. and discover all do singh but none of us is sic(kh) (but for this joke!) pardon me..control nahi hua! the night ends with hot chocolate for dinner, drip-drip weather and drab-drab topic of my lovelife! lessons on bird watching#2..by rita kothari! a refreshingly new perspective!