i ran at uran..

just about last week i was at this idyllic little place called URAN about half an hour by sea south of Bombay. I took a ferry from the Ferry Wharf on a sunny saturday morning, wondering why every second of the day had the same climate in this city. There are the summers, then the rains and then the summers again. Now for a hot-blooded Delhiite like me, the lack of the oppurtunity to pull on my woollens and head out for kebabs to Karim's on a beautiful december morning is not very cool in the first place. But you see, i have a habit about whining and cribbing about everything around me.

So anyways, i plonked my posterior on the boat(which was in a better state than i had imagined), my Canon EOS dangling from my shoulder and off i went. Chopping through the waves, bobbing up and down, and a chop here and a bob there -and i was at Uran.

I had booked into the only place i could manage numbers of-this place called the "Uran Plaza". It was run by a retired Rear Admiral over a few acres of beautiful coconut groves, half-a-step away from the sea. The rooms were rather basic and minimalistic but the food was really good. The Lobster Thermidor was particualrly impressive.

A few lines written, a few pictures taken and back i was in Bombay, doing my bit in churning the Capitalistic grind.

This blog is a little strange cause i am zoning in and out like i have a habit of doing. Dont feel like writing now, again feel like writing a second later, it's all a bit strange.

The bird perched on a branch doesnt want to fly if it has a choice lest for the wind i guess.......