All about the weekend

The journey home and back this time was uneventful unlike the last one. The scars won't go easily and on the return journey I was more worried because Pappa was with me. His friend is directing a movie and Pappa and some other friends were invited for the shooting. I have no words to describe the road on the ghat section and at one point the bus rocked so violently that I woke up thinking there was another accident. Nothing happened, though.

On Saturday I took the kid to the airport because he loves airoplanes a lot. We missed one landing narrowly but got to watch a takeoff. At first the kid couldn't recognize the plane as he had always seen it in the sky. After seeing it take off, the first thing he said was that it closed the door!

When the kid says it's sunny or windy I wonder how he learnt it. I mean, one can't show the wind to kids but yet they perceive it. Now, whenever he asks for me or P or V, mother tells him that we have gone to the office. God knows what he thinks office is! What kind of impression would he have of the place people vanish into every now and then?

Pappa had a recording in All India Radio last week for a drama. After a very long time. Before TV came home, this programme used to be one of our favourites and Pappa used to be a part of most coming out of Mangalore station. I'll tune to Mangalore next month after a gap of about ten years. Don't know if I'll be able to enjoy it even now.

Mother is busy trying to save Mamata and family who have hit their worst financial phase. Bad luck really hounds people sometime. This time her invalid father was diagnosed with cancer and they are in huge debts. Mother is trying to get V to help them.

P is returning this weekend. I hope he gets some good work here.