This post is a bit delayed since I got back from Chennai on the 30th after my ISB interview. However, it was after the Chennai trip that I first thought about keeping another blog so I thought I would just write something about it.
It was really weird this time in Chennai cause no one was there. Usually its always always a difficult thing to divide time in Chennai between the in-laws, Chech (my elder sister) and Achach (elder brother). This time however, Achach was down in Kerala and Chech was in Thailand. I decided to stay at my in-laws but it was pretty empty there as well since my brother in law Tarun was in Kottayam and my mother-in-law in Bangalore. My dad in law went out for some wedding dinner with his dad in law and I was stuck at home wondering what to do.
It turned out that the only person I could think of that I knew in Chennai was Cilanne, a french-canadian mathematician who had been our guest for the past week. Anyway, I looked up the number of The Savera and called her and we went to Zara's (which had run out of all their foreign alcohol presumably due to the Christmas Season) and then to Mocha where Tarun works. It was my first time at Mocha and I thought it was done very well. It was full of mosquitoes though and I was horrified to find that Winnipeg has even more mosquitoes during summer and apparently you can't keep them away even with Banish or Odomos like things. I guess I can't escape all the bad sides of India by moving to the U.S.
I went for the ISB interview the next morning with thoughts of starting a business in Canada selling the mosquito bat. Surely that has to kill them. The interview was at the Connemara and afterwards I walked to Spencer Plaza and bought a birthday and anniversary gift for Beks.
After lunch, Appa took me to Beks' grandparent's place on the way to drop me at the airport. Though Appa has been married for 29 years and has probably spent a year of that at least staying alone at home, Ammachi was so concerned about whether we had proper lunch and kept offering us cutlets of some other snacks. I guess mothers will always be the same, and I felt that perhaps I had been too harsh on my mother when refusing to go to the doctor two days before Christmas...
Got back to Cochin airport just after the Bandh called by the communists to protest the hanging of Saddam. I swear, these Mallu's will be the only people calling a bandh for something like this. "Oh hey, I don't feel like going to work in the afternoon, hey jojy, joby, jebin, jebu, what are you guys up to this afternoon? shall we call a bandh?"
It was really weird this time in Chennai cause no one was there. Usually its always always a difficult thing to divide time in Chennai between the in-laws, Chech (my elder sister) and Achach (elder brother). This time however, Achach was down in Kerala and Chech was in Thailand. I decided to stay at my in-laws but it was pretty empty there as well since my brother in law Tarun was in Kottayam and my mother-in-law in Bangalore. My dad in law went out for some wedding dinner with his dad in law and I was stuck at home wondering what to do.
It turned out that the only person I could think of that I knew in Chennai was Cilanne, a french-canadian mathematician who had been our guest for the past week. Anyway, I looked up the number of The Savera and called her and we went to Zara's (which had run out of all their foreign alcohol presumably due to the Christmas Season) and then to Mocha where Tarun works. It was my first time at Mocha and I thought it was done very well. It was full of mosquitoes though and I was horrified to find that Winnipeg has even more mosquitoes during summer and apparently you can't keep them away even with Banish or Odomos like things. I guess I can't escape all the bad sides of India by moving to the U.S.
I went for the ISB interview the next morning with thoughts of starting a business in Canada selling the mosquito bat. Surely that has to kill them. The interview was at the Connemara and afterwards I walked to Spencer Plaza and bought a birthday and anniversary gift for Beks.
After lunch, Appa took me to Beks' grandparent's place on the way to drop me at the airport. Though Appa has been married for 29 years and has probably spent a year of that at least staying alone at home, Ammachi was so concerned about whether we had proper lunch and kept offering us cutlets of some other snacks. I guess mothers will always be the same, and I felt that perhaps I had been too harsh on my mother when refusing to go to the doctor two days before Christmas...
Got back to Cochin airport just after the Bandh called by the communists to protest the hanging of Saddam. I swear, these Mallu's will be the only people calling a bandh for something like this. "Oh hey, I don't feel like going to work in the afternoon, hey jojy, joby, jebin, jebu, what are you guys up to this afternoon? shall we call a bandh?"
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