Myself, Quizzing

On The Quiz Trail vol 1

I have a feeling I am going to enjoy this.

Hectic days, yesterday and today – what with finishing touches to questions, juggling CD burning schedules among friends, receiving relatives at the railway station, more fine-tuning of questions and rounds, and then, a long and weary voyage to the land of Suki.

Tip of the day: Hotel Sayaji Grande ( don’t forget the ‘e’ at the end, it’s not ‘Grand’, it’s ‘Grande’. Additional information never hurts) happens to be the poshest hotel in Indore. On the sixth floor of the aforenamed hotel, the Grande Suite seems to have the best rooms in town. Arul Mani is staying next door, and Mr Basu will arive tomorrow. Hmmmm……

I wandered around the room, exploring and reminding myself of the lost-daughter-who-had-the-plague legend ( normal behaviour, as far as I am concerned ), opened the cupboard to check for languishing skeletons, peeped into the bathroom and saw there were no decaying hands protruding from the bath-tub. I am not drawing the shower curtains when I take a bath, no sir, it’s too Psychoey in there.

There’s a 21-inch flat TV in the room ( no, I didn’t measure it or something. It just looks like it’s a 21-inch TV. ) and I just ordered Chicken Stroganoff for dinner. Oh, and the computer in seems to be connected to the Internet, because I can see my LiveJournal Friends page ( It’s shocking, how my Internet Priorities have changed over the past year. I did check my Yahoomail first.)and the occasional window saying “Hot Chinese babes for only $3 a month” comes up from time to time, so I have no doubts as to what the previous occupants of room 617 were up to.

I was in Mumbai for eight hours. That is two hours more than I was supposed to, and that was because I encountered my first Aerial Traffic Jam. ( Considering the fact that this was my third flight, the statistics are not that encouraging.) Met vrikodhara, took one more step towards self-globalisation by having my first Big Mac. Thanks, buddy, for the Vachss and the Garner. Legends will be wending its way to Mumbai shortly.

Mandatory whine: Oh, why do I lust for things beyond my reach? Mani Ratnam’s Bombay DVD is priced at 495 rupees, with all other Indian DVDs at 345. The cd of Peter Gabriel’s Passion hasn’t been imported in a year. And they had Tubular Bells volume TWO, when it’s one I want!!!!

On the flip side, I bought the cd of Sardari Begum, so things weren’t that bad at Planet M.

The smell of Chicken Stroganoff is getting too much.

The car comes for me at seven-thirty tomorrow morning. Tchah! Waking before noon on Saturdays should be declared a capital crime.

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