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hi, this is saggy the sagar. I always thank my stars to be born in a family where people love travelling and exploiting different hidden corners of India.
Still remember the days ma dad used to offer ma mom 2 options (when ma dad got any bonus or reward). @@@ u want a gold chain or
@@@ u want to go some place.
Ma mom who is a south indian, well known for females putting flowers and boring jewelleries I say gold "hathkadis", always refused to buy gold. Since then it has been a routine to go some place every summer.
Had a habit of writttting every tiny experience of my jaunts into a small notepad. But by the help of Mr.Computer now i feel high into the sky to post about my itinerary to pondicherry.
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They call it "premier jour" in french.
Started my journey with ma friend manoj. Entered the train with a feel as if all the Bangaloreans greeting us "Bon Voyage". We were not closing eyes with a fear of missing the excitement for the trip. But ultimately to keep the process set I said bye to the dawn dedicated for pondicherry.
I hate annas and ammas of chennai who did not even ask me before chocking all the wheels of chennai. What to do!!!!!!
They asked u know tamil? i wonder i was not in India..Do we have any tamil coaching classes in B'lore?? Oh gosss I wanna learn...
Somehow i was able to reach a friend's place. Went to a hotel for breakfast, yummy typical oriya khana.. "Puri and guguni". Koi mujhe puri and guguni ladega kya?
Thanks God!!! I was lucky enough as i was in the lucky street as my friend "Lucky" puts up there. Sochta hoon .. To ask her to come back to B'lore. Else who can miss the food she cooked for me n manoj. "Subhan Alla"....
As the day was almost kissing the night we started for pondi or pudducherry or pondicherry. I was thinking of requesting Tata Motors/Ashok Leyland for more buses. ufffffff it was awful to stand for 3 long hours as all the seats denied me to put my weight on them.
"Karla my baby", thats what vicky bhaya call her.. She is a mexican with a slight indian flavour. she had booked a rented house for all we three...me, manoj and herself. When i see her and think about indian girls I feel pity for them who pretend like friendly and conservative but they are not.
Then we headed towards the roaring sea of Pondi. Wow!!!!!!!! It was awesome. If money and time allows me then I wish i could spend days and nites dere....
It was time for the appointments i had for all the dream gals... lol!!!!!!!
So next day, deuxieme jour in french, will be in next blog.....
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