  I went with nana today to a few shops in Santacruz. They (nana and nani) are going to leave for the US in a few weeks, so they have tonnes of things to do.
We (nana, nani and myself) had a Maharastrian thali for lunch at Parle (E) with papa. I somehow seem to prefer either Rajasthani or Gujarati thali more. Am I being too biased? I mean, I know one thing for sure, Rajasthan’s forts and palaces seem to be much more interesting than any found in Maharashtra. I need a better quality wind sheater (or rather rain sheater) to save my self from getting wet. My current wind sheater (thought it is meant to prevent u from getting wet in the rain, we tend to call it a wind sheater) is really no good, I end up quite wet. Another thin is that no matter how good the wind (rain) sheater may be, my legs are always going to end up getting wet, coz there is nothing to protect them. So I was wondering if one of those coat-type-things that they always seem to wear on streets in American TV serials, will do the trick. Apparently they are called mackintosh, quite familiar to Apple’s Macnitosh, eh? So I thought I would ask nana to bring me one from the States, but they are apparently available here also.
Some good ones can be found in Bombay Store. Nana has to go to town and I was going to accompany him in any case, so I was hoping that we could go tomorrow itself and get my mackintosh. There is one call centre guy Rahul, handling Air India’s queries. Nana has become very friendly with him. He is of some reserved class, so his English is very poor. And now nana is guiding him to improve his English. How very interesting! Apparently (now don’t I use that word a bit too often? ) nana had asked him to write an essay on any topic, every day for thirty days a week. And the guy actually wrote it for 7 straight days. Now that’s what I call a sincere person. And this essay writing seems to help him.
(Of course it will, if you write one every day sincerely). Well good for him, he seems to be doing great. Signing off now, have to copy a Hindi poem for Tarun from a book, plus have to get up early tomorrow, so that we may go to town, provided of course that it does not rain. 
