Turning back the time..

Sipping your favorite coffee and walking down the lanes of childhood days never seems to be a bad idea, especially when you are out of touch with your close pals for a while. A hiatus of two grand years from my school teachers, friends and people of colony gave me an excuse to hang out with my school friends.

Smile Please: Mr. Banker,Miss Fund Manger
and I strike a pose for the camera

The meticulous planning of the trip, whose destination was initially decided to be Kerela, tapered gradually over the time to culminate the location at local places near our old houses. And the number of friends turning out for the trio slowly plummeted from nine to three! If two is a company and three is a chaos, then four five six and on are pandemonium. The turnout was optimal to personify our wishes and requests for the trip. However that did not deter our plans. Me, Mr Banker and Miss Fund Manager kick-started the journey by visiting a popular temple of lord Ganesha in south Orissa. Mr Banker was quick to share his experience of visit Siddhi Vinayak temple in Mumbai. The soaring mercury, which did not do good to us, however was somewhat pacified by the AC in the taxi.

Prop under use: Mr. Banker and Miss Fund
Manager pose for a pic

What started as a normal trip turned to a voyage of fun and madness. Thanks to the super soaring mercury in Sambalpur, which gave Miss Fund Manager a right to exploit(yes, she made us slog with the camera work) us. With her frequent one liners such as “take a snap from that place” and “this heat is nothing as compared to that of Sambalpur”, she made sure to cover each nook and corner of the places we visited. Mr. Banker was a mixed bag as he often posed for photos and clicked photos and bemoaned the excessive frequency of snaps that were taken(at least 3 pics per 3 steps!!!). Three cameras and a never ending auto click mode(which was turned on in Mr. Banker’s mobile) increased the permutation and combinations of pictures. Literally every prop on the way was utilized to be stored in the frames of memories.

The photoshoot prevailed throughout the journey, as we headed next to “almost a college turned sanctuary” and an exotic hotel on sea shore. In a way, the photoshoot allowed us to experience the exotic and decors of the hotel. Not surprisingly did Miss Fund Manager or Mr Banker outdid me in the food department during lunch, as they tasted almost all possible dish available.

Splash Game! : Dirty, saline water of Bay of
 Bengal  under use for  splash game

The fun doubled with a packed sea beach, where we took recourse in splashing dirty saline water on each other. Mr. Banker shied away from this splash fest and took charge behind the lens. Finally, after rejecting Mr. Banker’s plea of dropping him home first, Miss Fund Manager took us to her home where we were welcomed with a good coffee and snacks. The whole experience drained out our energy, did gave a moment to capture which would bring in smile on our faces in future. Yes, everything in this world is a transaction and in this trip we traded our energy for fun and smile. Down the time, such hangouts would act as impetus for us to continue assembling for such more mad trips.