We toddled off to Dhakhinapan late morning-ish the next day. It has a few shops and a some good local art emporiums. We browsed a bit and bought a few little handicrafts. Surprisingly the market place looked a wee bit quiet. We had to go through a security metal detector to get inside the market… And there was a guy standing right next to the door frame only to usher people to go through it. All visitors must step through the metal door frame but no signage to clearly indicate that. Of one of the highlights of the day was out of the blue dad wanted to weigh himself. Alright now if you know these public weighing machines in India they not only tell you your weight but also your fortune. Dad weighed himself and blamed the scaled for packing an extra 8 kilos but didn’t mind the fortune. Apparently it read that he was going to marry again… LOL. We had lots of laughter and were gushing with mirth.
Koyali suggested we try the newish restaurant about town near Ballygunge: Mirch Masala, yummy food, great service — bit like the Indian version Hard Rock Cafe. We haven’t laughed this hard in a while we were talking of good old days. Ah I tell you… reminiscing is G-O-L-D. We laughed so much we were all crying and laughing all the same time and everyone was as is to be expected we’re getting funny looks from other tables and the waiters serving us… and the Kingfisher and Fosters on our table didn’t really help. We weren’t drunk but it probably gave everyone the impression that we were beyond redemption. Reminiscing old funny days much made us cackle non-stop for hours. Dad has always had a thing about telling jokes and he can sell ice to the Eskimo. So there you have a mental picture: beer in hand, a table full of cackling chipmunk all six of us, rummaging all glorious alma mater in total ferver, add to that an old ambassador in yellow and black jumping out of the wall. Full as a gook we still wandered on and headed into Pantaloons, Yet another metal detector, yet another security check, yet another usher… but it was good to go inside to see whats out there… They did have some good apparel and a little retail therapy always helps.
Back home at Koyalis we watched a bit of telly. Who thought Big Brother has come to Indian telly too except that its called ‘Bigg Boss‘ with a few changes in the script and ye there are much better hosts than Gretel Colleen I have to say. 
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i like the part about the 6 cackling chipmunk…..lol