Up The Hill And Back Again

I think I now know what Jack went through when he came tumbling down the hill. It’s no fun at all. Of course I didn’t exactly tumble down, rather I took the bus but it was still uncomfortable. And I like my comfort.

Why am I referencing nursery rhymes all of a sudden you ask? Remember the ill fated Haridwar trip that got postponed? Well I went and this time it was cut short and not even for a worthwhile cause. Let me begin from the beginning.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl…oops wrong beginning. Two days ago, that is on the 11th of June 2009, an air conditioned Innova left Delhi on its 5 hour journey towards Haridwar. It contained 8 people plus the chauffeur. Also included one 6 – foot monstrosity called my brother, who poor thing, had to practically bend over to fit in the backseat. Even then, we had a fun time yakking away nineteen to the dozen. Reached just in time to catch lunch at the guest house and off we went to see the temples (supposedly the reason we went, you will soon see why I say this).

To cut a long convoluted tale short, the two temples require ropeways to go up and down. (why do gods like hill tops so much?) One even comes with landscaping! We took near about 4 hours to cover them coz the ladies as usual cannot, I repeat can ever not, resist shopping. And they say I’m the irreligious one :( sigh. Just another of those things I’ll never get.

Finally we were about to go to the river banks to watch the aarti, when I get a call saying I’ve got an interview tomorrow. So my Dad and I rush back to Delhi, by bus. We spend an uncomfortable night trying to get some winks, get down at ISBT at 4 freaking AM in the morning and rush to the interview, which mercifully was close by. Then – drum rolls please – and only then do I find out that as usual my college placement cell has sent me on a wild goose chase (I’d probably have been happier to find a wild goose!).

So bottom line – total waste of money, time, energy and my dad’s 3 days off. On the plus side though I did learn a couple of things. If ever again I have to choose between work and play, I pick play (apparently that works for me). AND God himself doesn’t like me on His turf! Not to worry big guy, I’ll keep out.

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