Pune here I come
As the train dragged its lazy self into the Pune Junction, with its guts in cacophnous symphony, I stood by the door; excited, anxious and a bit nervous. I wasn't really sure what Pune had in store. My first impression was 'it is clean and green!'. I struggled with my luggage, only to be wooed by a coolie. I paid him 20 bucks to carry my suitcase. Only in India we can afford this luxury. The auto guy demanded 100 bucks. I was not in a mood to argue with him; I am used to highway robbery by auto guys in Chennai.
Sitting in the auto I watched Pune as she unfolded to me with her clean roads and greens; sober and chilled out people going to work or school. The town didn't disappoint me. What appealed to my nomad heart were the hills around Pune. They wore green and on one I spotted a flock of sheep grazing. It appeared as if a god with a weird sense of humor had stuck them there with glue.
The auto pulled over outside my hotel. I checked-in and had a hot bath and ordered coffee. The coffee came with his best friend the news paper. I ignored the obscenity that is the best bakery case (obscenity courtesy the Gujarat government) and dove into 'Pune Times'. Looks like they got an IMAX or something similar to that here, got to check that out. I finished coffee and got out of the hotel. I hailed an auto and asked him to drop me at my work place that is a good 15 KM away. The road to work helped Pune unfold her mystic self more. I was stunned by the hills, the curved roads (yea, I love curves) and the little eat-outs tucked away almost as if they were too shy to present themselves. You know, nothing is out place in Pune and that's what makes her the elegant beauty that she is. I hope to have a good time here. If you are a blogger from Pune-no-if you are from Pune, you know how to reach me. Reach me. I need friends to have a good time. Sayonara folks. This dingy Internet cafe is scaring me. I am already guilty of killing a bee that charged at me from inside the CPU. And it looks like his kin are devising an attack strategy in the womb of the CPU. SO far so good. So long!
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Sitting in the auto I watched Pune as she unfolded to me with her clean roads and greens; sober and chilled out people going to work or school. The town didn't disappoint me. What appealed to my nomad heart were the hills around Pune. They wore green and on one I spotted a flock of sheep grazing. It appeared as if a god with a weird sense of humor had stuck them there with glue.
The auto pulled over outside my hotel. I checked-in and had a hot bath and ordered coffee. The coffee came with his best friend the news paper. I ignored the obscenity that is the best bakery case (obscenity courtesy the Gujarat government) and dove into 'Pune Times'. Looks like they got an IMAX or something similar to that here, got to check that out. I finished coffee and got out of the hotel. I hailed an auto and asked him to drop me at my work place that is a good 15 KM away. The road to work helped Pune unfold her mystic self more. I was stunned by the hills, the curved roads (yea, I love curves) and the little eat-outs tucked away almost as if they were too shy to present themselves. You know, nothing is out place in Pune and that's what makes her the elegant beauty that she is. I hope to have a good time here. If you are a blogger from Pune-no-if you are from Pune, you know how to reach me. Reach me. I need friends to have a good time. Sayonara folks. This dingy Internet cafe is scaring me. I am already guilty of killing a bee that charged at me from inside the CPU. And it looks like his kin are devising an attack strategy in the womb of the CPU. SO far so good. So long!
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