Lovely Indian Chai

Well it sure has been a long time since I have done any blogging on my site. The fact is, the day I changed my blog’s name to ‘DAILY BLOG’…I sort of stopped blogging. Since then I have received comments from several people asking me to write something. So I finally have decided that it is time to write something…even though it is 12:11 am and I am sitting in a dark room somewhere in Bangalore… so here goes.

But first, a quick run down of how I got to this dark room in the middle of nowhere. Lets see, the reason I stopped blogging was because my dad came to London and I was really really busy showing him around and basically doing all the tourist rubbish that one does when someone comes to town…you know the bridges…the palace…the shopping…yes the LONDON IN A DAY PACKAGE.

For those of you who have not been to London…well a quick tour will be something like this…Get up in the morning all excited to go and see the ‘World’s most amazing city.’ On the way you realize that you have forgotten to take your umbrella. The only reason you remember that is because the rain now pours down on you and wets your glasses. You try to wipe your glasses but every bit of cloth on you is wet as well. So you decide to just enjoy the city in 4D because of the water droplets on your glasses…when the rain decides that it has done its job for the day and sends in the wind for an extra duty shift. This is why most tourists in London are dressed as though they are on a expedition to the North Pole. Walk down any street in Central London and if you find someone covered head to toe, 9 times out of 10, they are tourists. So to offset this possible trend, I told my dad that London was not that cold and this whole low temperature story was the fantasy of the Weather Channel, the BBC and the Warm Clothes Industry. Well I was proved wrong…and my dad basically froze. Hmmmm…so much for my Conspiracy Theory. Ok Maybe the city is cold…anyways…as I was saying tourism in London…gosh I side track very easily…

So we got soaked…and now were getting a 10 degree blow drying…and faint drizzle that I think I could only describe as someone spitting from the 5th floor…and yes …we were trying to enjoy the wonderful landmarks on an open top bus. Oh yes the Open Top Bus…a lovely concept mastered by the British and Europeans…a simple concept I must say…a Double Decker bus…with no roof…basically giving you unrestricted 360 degree views of wonderful landmarks. Ok so these tourism promoting morons think. I thought I was on a London Tourist Bus…it felt like an eco tourism trip in the Amazon forest…with the exception of the Starbucks and McDonalds franchise painting the skyline with their horrible brands.

So now I would like you to imagine with me a situation… you are in an open top bus…you would like to get the best views…so you go to the upper deck…it is raining…so you go to the lower deck…but you see smug tourists sitting there thinking they are so luck to have found a seat…you don’t say a word…you wish them all the possible traffic jams and exhaust fumes of jolly old London and go to the upper deck…where you find beautiful wet seats and what can only be described as acid rain. Lovely. You then take out your camera…the lens gets wet…you fear for the future of your camera…put it back in your wet pocket…and open the wet map to see where you are. Then you think to yourself…ahhh at least I have a better view that the smug-heat-to-toe-covered-tourists…when some moron who should have just stayed at home opens his bloody umbrella. So you now can just about see things to your right. Excellent…now the tour guide says… ‘Over to your left you can see the house where Charles Dickens stayed’…this MORON…The announcement should have been.. ‘Over to your left…the Village Idiot on tour with his Yellow umbrella.

Anyways…so as I was saying…I was busy with the Yellow Umbrella Tour of London. Then when my dad left…my Drama Classes Started. Hmmm Drama School…nice fun. Basically no time them to do anything else except work hard on my lessons. Lets see…was there anything I could share with you about drama school…

Still thinking…

Well…the funny thing is that I cannot think of anything specific. I made a lot of friends in drama school…some very talented people. I am sure if you meet up with me in the next few months I will bring up a story or two about some of these folks. I would like to mention a few people right now though…well there was this Italian Dude in class. Nice chap…never listens to people when the talk to him. No matter what you say to him, his response will always be WHATA??? I call him the Sad Italian…always worried about something or the other…but when he is back from his world of philosophy…an amazing dude…then there is a bloke called Oli…coolest dude in class. Always ready to have a pint in the pub. He is working on a movie soon…best of luck mate… then there is Sarah…amazing actress…from Denmark…if you wanna see her blush…just say ‘Denmark…ahh… Michael Learns to Rock are from there right??’ This usually gets her blushing…and embarrassed…sorry Sarah…ha ha…ok I call her Katinka…because that happens to be her middle name…I love that name…I wish my folks called me Katinka…OK ROHIT FOCUS….FOCUS…

Ahhh….something came to mind. Well this is a story about Drama School. You see two of my classmates Lili and Lara were sick. This meant they did not attend class for a day. I kind of felt that they may be a little down and so I went over to their house to cheer them up and get them some soup and chocolates. Once I got there I intended to leave in 5 minutes but I ended up entertaining them for the next 5 hours. Anyways…an American guy (Russell) who was in our class came up to the girls room and asked if we wanted something to drink. I jumped at the prospect and asked for a cup of tea. Lara asked for water and Lili asked for Lemon Tea. To this Russell said that he did not know how to make Lemon Tea. Lili simply said…just add a lemon…it is simple…10 minutes later…Russell entered with a tray…claimed that he had made everything on the tray…gave me my tea…Lara here water…and Lili a hot cup of water with a lemon in it. I can still remember that clear cup of hot water with a cut lemon in it and nothing else. I laughed my arse off and so did everyone else. Russell did not quite get why we were laughing. The whole concept of Lemon ‘TEA’ escaped his imagination. I am surprise my tea has TEA in it and not just hot water and nothing else.

Any ways…enough about drama class…ya…there is a story about an Italian girl I met in a party…but that is another story and beyond the scope of my initial endeavor to tell you how I ended in this dark room in Bangalore.

Ok…so my drama classes were over a month later…I had my mind set on getting back to India…so I booked my tickets and was ready to head home….

Accha…have to sleep now…will post more on this…in PART TWO…