Unmuddlings!!

Thud!...Bit of a jerk ....am alluding to the flight landing..:)……the taxing…n the fun starts right away Can hear the mobiles switching on [despite the message, sure its not you]…ruffling feet, racing hearts, animated tones…..in delhi or bbay the taxing can seem like endless – longer than the longest flight…finally the airbus or boeing is about to come a halt [hopefully not screeching]…and there u go.. Quite a Hustle!....Activity…everyone…but for one or maybe but for one dozen…all standing up…as if the class teacher has entered the class…..Good Morn!!! Miss… [as we used call that in school; not the somber ‘Madam’ – maybe the teachers themselves coined it to make their elegant selves look / feel younger :)……well that takes me to Select City Walk, Saket…..and the variety tricks incl bold dressing that all aunties do to look younger and more attractive…n the outcome is not bad at all……well I must add, I found some excitingly aesthetic dressing by youngies too last time around…] And the lou...

Soon after alighting from the Shatabdi, the inevitable tete-a-tete ensued with the eager auto driver. Our man flaunting the adorable [nay ‘maast’] flourish in his words, that one gets quickly wont to in Amritsar [infact whole of Punjab]. Thanks to him playing the 'tripadvisor', we checked in into a hotel bang opposite the Golden Temple. I will not elaborate upon the events that led us into that, that has enough masala to qualify as a post in itself. It was 2330 hours by the time we reached our cosy room; but in 10 mins we were out again in the open. Eagerly mingling with the endearingly mildly chilly Amritsar evening. And quite keen to have a peek at the Golden Temple. GT never fails to amaze me – the courtesy, the cleanliness, the camaraderie – as soon as one enters the temple premises. The vibrations reverberate rhythmically. As we walk up and down the stairs – Lo! And behold. The scintillating golden twinkle of the monument and the lilting [can’t help the adjective] reflecti...