Solan, a hill-station...
Dec. 17th, 2002 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenToday, in bitesize pieces:
It's Dadi's birthday. She's my grandmother, and it's not really her birthday - she's never been sure when her birthday is. She knew it was in December, so twenty years ago her youngest daugter decided it should be December 17th, and it has been ever since. So we got a cake from the Bengali Market, which I liked, as it's near Lady Irwin where we went two years ago.
My mother is getting impatient with me. She wants to know how I can be so much of a misfit. I told her it takes no effort at all, all you have to do is be born in a different country from your parents and then visit every so often. She's pissed off. Muchos joy. She also wants me to look hapy. I tried.
We went to Appu Ghar today. It's a child-size fair, and I went on a miniature rollercoaster and actually enjoyed myself. Chicklu (cousin) was adorable, but then again, he always is. He's twelve years old and by way of being a charmer. This morning I was revising chemistty - he insisted on helping, bringing me paper whenever I needed it, together with cups of coffee, and testing me, and finding the page to look it up whenever I went wrong. He's adorable.
And what else? I am a little depressed. Actually a lot depressed. It seems I may not be going to Chittaranjan Park at all this time, and although it may be shallow and materialistic, I wanted to... instead, I may be going up to Solan by the Shatabdi express. Solan is a hill station, much greener and cooler than here, and Chiklu said he would show me around.
If we go, it will be on December 25th. I know this is an important date, but I can't for the life of me remember why...
And in the meantime... I still feel displaced. Being here has made the feeling worse. My own mother thinks I'm a hopeless misfit. Maybe she's right and I am, but I can't help that... I'm not even a purebred Delhiite, I'm half Bengali...
But whatever. I can be maudlin later. This is quite possibly one of the nicest parts of the day... I know all my money is going to go on net access, but what else do I want it for?
Pedar went to The Bookworm today, without me... he came home with the Dorling Kindersley Guide to India, and Arthur Miller's The Crucible, because I forgot mine. Wish I'd gone with him, but I couldn't...
We're supposedly going to the zoo tomorrow. I don't know whether I want to, because of a certain phobia, but you never know, I just might.
So... what else can I bore you with? The fact I am on a losing gin-rummy streak? The fact that no Asterix comics are yet forthcoming? The fact this bloody net terminal is the only place that makes me feel at home?
No... I know, I am behaving like a spoilt little brat. Christmas and suchlike aren't the be-all and end-all, and I know I'm in the land of my ancestors. And I know I will like Solan...
And I'll be home in thirteen days, after which I can bore you all again in real life too. And of course, there are people who really seem to want me here. Chiklu thinks his Didi is the best companion ever... she's taught him to play cards, to make bracelets, and her revision has taught him a few things he never knew before about ionic bonding and the fall of the Weimar Republic.
Half an hour to go.
And the time is actually 7.20pm, local time. I don't know what's wrong with these people and their computers.
It's Dadi's birthday. She's my grandmother, and it's not really her birthday - she's never been sure when her birthday is. She knew it was in December, so twenty years ago her youngest daugter decided it should be December 17th, and it has been ever since. So we got a cake from the Bengali Market, which I liked, as it's near Lady Irwin where we went two years ago.
My mother is getting impatient with me. She wants to know how I can be so much of a misfit. I told her it takes no effort at all, all you have to do is be born in a different country from your parents and then visit every so often. She's pissed off. Muchos joy. She also wants me to look hapy. I tried.
We went to Appu Ghar today. It's a child-size fair, and I went on a miniature rollercoaster and actually enjoyed myself. Chicklu (cousin) was adorable, but then again, he always is. He's twelve years old and by way of being a charmer. This morning I was revising chemistty - he insisted on helping, bringing me paper whenever I needed it, together with cups of coffee, and testing me, and finding the page to look it up whenever I went wrong. He's adorable.
And what else? I am a little depressed. Actually a lot depressed. It seems I may not be going to Chittaranjan Park at all this time, and although it may be shallow and materialistic, I wanted to... instead, I may be going up to Solan by the Shatabdi express. Solan is a hill station, much greener and cooler than here, and Chiklu said he would show me around.
If we go, it will be on December 25th. I know this is an important date, but I can't for the life of me remember why...
And in the meantime... I still feel displaced. Being here has made the feeling worse. My own mother thinks I'm a hopeless misfit. Maybe she's right and I am, but I can't help that... I'm not even a purebred Delhiite, I'm half Bengali...
But whatever. I can be maudlin later. This is quite possibly one of the nicest parts of the day... I know all my money is going to go on net access, but what else do I want it for?
Pedar went to The Bookworm today, without me... he came home with the Dorling Kindersley Guide to India, and Arthur Miller's The Crucible, because I forgot mine. Wish I'd gone with him, but I couldn't...
We're supposedly going to the zoo tomorrow. I don't know whether I want to, because of a certain phobia, but you never know, I just might.
So... what else can I bore you with? The fact I am on a losing gin-rummy streak? The fact that no Asterix comics are yet forthcoming? The fact this bloody net terminal is the only place that makes me feel at home?
No... I know, I am behaving like a spoilt little brat. Christmas and suchlike aren't the be-all and end-all, and I know I'm in the land of my ancestors. And I know I will like Solan...
And I'll be home in thirteen days, after which I can bore you all again in real life too. And of course, there are people who really seem to want me here. Chiklu thinks his Didi is the best companion ever... she's taught him to play cards, to make bracelets, and her revision has taught him a few things he never knew before about ionic bonding and the fall of the Weimar Republic.
Half an hour to go.
And the time is actually 7.20pm, local time. I don't know what's wrong with these people and their computers.
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on 2002-12-17 07:08 am (UTC)It sounds nice and peaceful, there. Here is... Not.
Can you (easily) tell me how to put another link on the top of my friends page? or tell me where to look? Or even just if it's an override or a style...?
Re:
on 2002-12-17 07:12 am (UTC)I'm guessing. But it might work...
Not nice and peaceful? Why ever not?
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on 2002-12-17 07:22 am (UTC)Becuase it's the week before christmas, the day of the Christmas party, a month before our busiest three months of the year... Oh, and I got about three hours slepp last night.
Blergh!
Have fun!
Re:
on 2002-12-17 07:26 am (UTC)Must go...
Merry Christmas!
Byebye...
~Raven
A few things he never knew before ...
on 2002-12-17 05:05 pm (UTC)You mean the Weimar Republic fell because it lost too many
electionselectrons?Or is Ionic bonding all about getting on well with Iona?
Re: A few things he never knew before ...
on 2002-12-18 06:52 am (UTC)Thank you!
*laughs*