On the first day, we visited the first Two of the Evil Relatives.

On the second day, we went to the Kamakhya temple ( on a hilltop) and the Umananda temple ( on an island in the middle of the Brahmaputra )

On the third day, we wended our way to the rainy peaks of Shillong.

On the fourth day, we slept for quite sometime, and Sasi saw the delights Guwahati and Sualkuchi had to offer.

On the fifth day, we slept some more, and in the afternoon, we visited the next Evil Relative. .

On the sixth day, we faced some more interesting Evil Relatives, and tried to break previous sleep-records.

On the seventh day, I burnt cds while Psasi made pleasant conversation. The earthen lamps looked beautiful at night.

On the eighth day, we started The Tour. First stop: Golaghat. Duck meat. Bamboo-shoot pickle. Tea gardens. Late-night Discussions. More cd-burning for me.

On the ninth day, ephelunts. Or rather, one ephelunt. A long trip into the bowels of the jungle. A rhinoceros on the path. Lunch on a ramshackle boat on the Diphlu river. Kaziranga National Park was an awesome experience.

On the ninth day, we continued The Tour. From Golaghat to Dibrugarh to Digboi, home of my ancestors. Tea gardens galore on the way. For some odd reason, the five-hour journey took some nine hours.

On the tenth day, we toured Digboi. Visited the refinery, the oilfields, the newly inaugurated OIL museum, the golf course in Digboi. More Evil Relatives. The colonial ambience of Digboi gives me goosepimples everytime, it’s like a piece of Heaven hidden away, seperated from time. Family legend has it that anyone from my family can go inside any house in Digboi and be recognised and welcomed. ( Both my mother and father come from that place) This proved kinda true, when I started talking to the curator of the museum and she turned out to be an uncle’s sister-in-law.

On the eleventh day, we were back in Guwahati, and visited the Last Evil Relative.

On the twelfth day, we discovered that buying cds on the Kamrup Express is not a good idea.

On the thirteenth day, a storm heralded our arrival at Calcutta, and the IIM-Calcutta LAN made sure that I went berserk. I had my first Cafe Mocha in 14 days, and also travelled via the Metro Railway for the first time. And then I came back and started burning cds.

On the fourteenth day, Sasi assumed the role of The Psycopathic Tourist Who Gazes at Oil Paintings in Museums and Visits Planetariums and Then Goes To See Gangs of New York. And I coughed and colded and burnt more cds.

On the fifteenth day, we paid three hundred rupees ( instead of 150 )to a Taxi Driver for getting us to the station at Five Thirty in the morning, and then waited for five hours at the platform, for the Train had a bad case of the runs. (It wasn’t running on time, you see) And finally, after a gap of 24 hours, I slept. In my dreams, I saw cds whirling, the small icon of Nero seductively beckoning to me.

On the sixteenth day, I came home, which was much cleaner than I had expected it to be. And wallowed in love and affection.

On the seventeenth day, I Found Nemo. And it was good.

On the eighteenth day, The Answers are about to revealed. Just three more hours to go.