Sleeping between the spotlights

"हरीश ka matlab kya हैं"
i.e. "What does harish mean?" Quite a normal question considering that Harish (dad's name) features on a lot of documents. The funny part was that the question was asked by the security guy (you know the guy who frisks you) at the airport. Most surprised and perpetually late I mumbled that I had no idea. To which he replied "Don't know the meaning of your own name?" I very well do cause Pranay is my name but somewhere in my 27 years of existence I remember asking Mom and Dad the meaning of their names, but can't recollect. Mental note 'Check with elder sister'. Girls are way better that way.

Travelled to Delhi in the middle seat thanks to not having done a Tele check in. Couldn't even charm the counter lady to an upgrade this time. It doesn't work when you land up at the boarding time. On both sides were two middle aged gentlemen who were avid readers which meant that the lights on both sides were on, which is generally painful but yesterday didn't affect me one bit. Sleeping between the spotlights is getting to be a habit now.

My flight led to a train trip which had me in a side upper berth which is really too small for a 5 ft 10 inches person. I had my Rs. 10 dinner of Roti and Subji, before retiring to sleep, surrounded by a group of over friendly people, each of whom promised to wake the other, with the end effect of only me being awake when Haridwar came. It took the attendant running through the compartment to get the people to not travel onwards to Dehradun. Wouldn't have been that much of a loss though.

Thanks to Raja's advice, I carried a pullover, which was really useful in Haridwar in the chilly morning. Reached the guesthouse and am now heading to work with a slight fever which has been nagging me from tuesday.

Every day's an adventure. You just need to know where to find it.

Luv,
P.R.