Holi-- are you holy?

Playing Holi has never been on my agenda ever... the first time I was introduced to the thrills of playing was in my first year in law school.... and just that year the director of our school decided to issue show cause notices to all who played holi and thereafter the festival was always something to be avoided...

until this year that is.... Christy and Baby George decided to play Holi and bought special guns for the occassion...and that meant I would also play Holi ..... ofcourse Baby George could not hold his gun so had to be content with his brother taking away his gun... Christy was even smarter - he traded the two guns for a larger gun which his friend had .... At the end of all the holi celebrations Christy has so much colour on his face that his own mother could not recognise him - and could identify it was Christy only because of his broken tooth.... Baby George was bundled off to the house since instead of playing with the coloured water, he started drinking it .....

Jordan - A MUST SEE

Jordan surprised me totally - I was expecting a poor country with no infrastructure for tourism etc etc... it turned out to be a real tourist friendly place... and ohhh so lovely... I had the best time there... imagine driving through a road where you spot almonds and cherry trees on one side and olive trees on the other.... and where you can actually float on water in a sitting position... imagine, imagine, imagine.... I loved this country a lot.... A MUST SEE!

Kaif Halak - 2

Egypt in all its glory..... if you had not guessed already

Kaif Halak? (How are you in Arabic)

More to come....

Goodbyes and all that jazzz....

Goodbyes are a strange lot.... some goodbyes are sweet, some goodbyes are painful, some goodbyes are necessary, some goodbyes are expected, some unexpected, some goodbyes bring happiness....

It seems Baby George has now got used to my goodbyes.... at first while leaving my sister's house Baby George would watch intently when I would start putting on my shoes .... and then come running along to me thinking he will also take a joy ride with his cool aunt..... only to be disappointed.... despite his valiant attempts to hang on to my legs or clothes (sometimes even my neck) saying goodbye to him would always evoke a burst of tears from him.... ohhh how cute!.....

But seems like Baby George has learned from his experience..... the other day when he saw me getting ready to leave he watched intently like always... but instead of running to me he decided to run to the door and open it for me... except he could not reach the door lock..... so he did the next best thing he could ... he picked up my shoes and brought it to me - one shoe at a time.... and promptly went to his mother and asked to be picked... and comfortably perched on his mothers arms he said "Tata".... and when asked for a kiss, he bit me with his 5 teeth and send me off packing.....

Which goodbye do I prefer??? well it certainly feels good that Baby George is involved in helping me get ready to leave.... but whoever complained about a few tears being shed for them???... i certainly did not!

Talking about goodbyes - finally I am off on my long overdue vacation ..... I am off for 12 days ..... where to??? hmmmmm... why dont I let my pictures speak for me....

Until then Goodbye! And no thankyou for all the fish!