Aah … Camping

We had been camping last week-end – a bunch of moms from Kee’s class thought of it, and all-in-all eight families went camping. IT was only for a night, but it was enough to have me reeling for days. I am just recovering!

The camp grounds were far enough from civilization but close enough to the wilderness for us to get a sense of rugged adventure. From the top, we could actually see the city lights glittering at night, and I must say it made a melancholy sight to be sitting there in the tent peering out at the city lights down below. The tent itself is a masterpiece – a small package, that, when erected properly rooms a family of three or four with ease and relative comfort. We had the foresight of ‘selecting’ our tent site on a slope that had a 11.3 degree inclination and I must say we enjoyed the night slipping down the grade and getting back up grumpily and hauling ourselves back up again – sleeping bag, pillow, torch, night light, cell-phone, Kee and all. And try all of this on a full stomach and aching limbs, and I’ve sketched out comfort for you. Oh yeah – it was great fun – I spent half the night giggling as we picked ourselves up and ‘moved north’.

I see some eyebrows raised when they read ‘full stomach!’ – you see, we were a bunch of Indian families. While we may have forgotten some things like nightlamps and flash lights, do you think we forgot food? We had food fit for a king and his army – ordered from a fancy restaurant and brought to the summit with heating trays and candles. A complete Indian meal with Shrikand for dessert. If we couldn’t do justice to it, it was because we had too much tea, cookies and brownies for snacks! And of course, we had a HEARTY breakfast the next day – samosas with bread, butter croissants – all in the name of feeding our kids.

Speaking of the kids, they had a blast – running around, hiking (three year old kids actually did 1.5 mile round trip hikes), ‘rock climbing’ and of course falling and getting hurt. Our campsite was on a gradient as previously mentioned, and every second minute a child was toppling over. I found it quite amusing to note the varying reactions to a fall. Some children generally seemed to summon folks from neighbouring camps with first -aid kits for all their din, while others brushed themselves off and just toppled over again with no second thoughts. There was a tap at the site, and every once in a while a harried parent would be seen shaking their heads in disbelief, wringing their hands and pulling an unwilling child from the tap.

The highlight of the trip were the racoons – they are food lovers, and come scanvenging for food near campsites. They don’t have fear of any kind towards humans, and quite a few times the whole populace was grimacing with wild gestures, only to see the racoon get more and more convinced that this was the place for a wholesome meal! (I actually have a pic of everybody shooing the racoons, and it really looks comical )

Eight kids and their families on a hillside with a raccoon to boot – that’s what I call a fun vacation!

The Cine’s got them all!

All things Strange and Wonderful

All things Wise and Foolish

All things Bright and Beautiful

The Cine’s got them all!

I went to a cinema theatre last week. Those who know me know that it is an event worth blogging about. Somehow, the cinema theatre has never appealed to me. I have always left the theatre with a headache (Dolby/fantastic sound systems, too many speakers) and blurry eyes with the humongous images that always seem too close for my liking! The Indian theatres had the added disadvantage of letting a tiny bit of urine smell ‘waft’ in through the opened doors after intervals. All in all, never enjoyed the theatre as much as curling up at home and watching the scenes I like and skipping the ones I don’t. I have the dubious reputation of watching whole 3 hour feature films in less than 15 minutes ( I hate violent scenes, I don’t like fights, I don’t care too much for most of the songs, and would rather fast forward an unnecessarily maudlin scene – That leaves the titles, which I don’t watch anyway!)

Anyway, we made an event out of the movie outing, and made sure my daughter did not take a nap in the afternoon, so she would fall asleep soon, and set out after an early dinner. As we were walking towards the theatre explaining the many virtues of popcorn to my daughter so she gets excited about the experience, what should happen, but she tripped and fell. Luckily, she hardly got hurt.

My daughter is a sweet-heart but a fall just jolts her! She cried and exercised her vocal chords considerably. I went and asked the theatre manager (TM) for ice and a band-aid. Guess what?

She donned one of those falsely sweet tones – “You know…I really would like to give you one, but, yeah, we aren’t allowed to do that”

Me aghast: Why? It’s just some ice and band-aid!

TM: Yeah, I know, but we aren’t allowed to do that.

Me: May I know why?

TM: Yeah….for the risk of being sued

Me: *Laughing inwardly* Believe me, I have neither the time nor the inclination to sue over some band-aid and few blocks of ice!

TM: Yeah – I know, but I really can’t

Me: Yeah…okay (What?! “Yeah” does get to you after a while!)

Anyway! I spent the first half an hour of the movie trying to soothe her, and put her to sleep. Well – no points for guessing what happened next. Turns out, only the first half hour of the movie was supposed to be watch-able by even less stringent standards than my watchability guidelines outlined above. So, I came home with a child who had body pain because of the fall, a bad head-ache and blurry eyes to boot. Not to mention a hoarse throat with the rather vehement criticism on the way back!

Sigh – I remember why I don’t like theatres!

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