Not withstanding the frame of mind in my previous entry, which depicts a medium term outlook, the weekend was a good one. Saturday was Aasim’s results day at school. They don’t have exams nor are the children detained back but the assessment was a pleasant though not entirely unexpected. From what was mostly average with an occasional good he jumped to mostly good and occasional average in the last term. He stated he just did not feel like previously.

Woke up late on Sunday to a brunch of fresh Aaloo Parathas and curds. Since Swati was done with the morning maid routine and stuff she was itching to do something to me. So I got a facial massage and a mud pack (eeks!) Since I was in such a compliant mood she extended the courtesy to head, neck, back and …

Long cool shower and I was ready to almost sleep again, but Swati beat me to it. So I cuddled up with Aasim and watched Batman on TV.

Swati was determined that this Sunday we have to go out to one of the Amusement Parks which have come up around the city in recent years. There are plenty of places around Nagpur to go and enjoy on weekends but we never ever went due to sheer inertia 🙁 and also partly because I did not expect much from the places and was apprehensive of the wrong kind of crowd and lastly because Aasim is not too fond of rides, water and pools.

We chose the one nearest to us about 15 KMs

BUT tell you what my village Nagpur has come a long way!! The facilities were decent and the crowd fun loving families, no stags allowed. The manager turned out to be a known person.

Swati promptly found out where to get swim suits from, Aasim was told he could either come on the water slides and pool with us or stay out. I almost felt sorry for him but he had to learn, again to his favor he did not cry and after the first slide and splash he very much enjoyed the water so much so that a while ago he asked can we go again today!

I was pretty surprised to see Marwari women with “sar pe pallu” and Muslim women in “burkha” getting into swim suits.

Soon it was dark Aasim took a ride on one of the mini trains but chickened out of the teeny weeny roller coaster ride.

On way back we detoured to Aasim’s fav restaurant and had a nice dinner.

Yeah I did have my camera but once we decided to get into the pool I stowed it carefully away in the locker may be next time. Next Sunday there already are plans to go to another park which is about 45 KMs away.

  • sounds so comforting. what an enjoyable way to spend a sunday!

    i also really liked the way you treat your son like an adult and don’t molly coddle him. cheers to that (i intend treating my kids exactly the same way)

    • Thanks 🙂 Have usually had critics than supporters on this point

  • What a great Sunday!

    I was pretty surprised to see Marwari women with “sar pe pallu” and Muslim women in “burkha” getting into swim suits.
    I’ve never heard of Marwari women, but I’m surprised that the Muslim women got into swim suits. I thought they had strict rules regarding the display of the body?

    • Marwaris are a traditional bussiness class here – These women are usually dressed in a Saree and cover their head with the free end. The strict rules part for Muslim women is open to interpretation – but thats my opinion only – thats why I was surprised.

      • Thanks for the explanation.

  • Glad to know you three had such good fun. I’d often go to amusement parks in and around Mumbai with family / friends. They are a great way to break the hectic routine and recharge for days ahead.

    What is this place called, anyway?

  • If ever your ‘Park’erings

    should take you to Mumbai, drop a line before hand.

    Just mentioning since I see that your park visits are getting longer and longer (15 to 45 km is quite exponential, I should day) 🙂

    • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

      Sure, thanks 🙂

      Unfortunately Aasim, my son +vely hates Mumbai, That is largely our fault though, poor boy has spent more hours at the Mumbai airports than out of them…

      • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

        That surprising. My only few minutes (almost an hour) at the Chattrapati Shivaji airport were, uh, almost bearably pleasant. What really got me was they found a woman with a baby in line, and they pulled her out, “rush processed” her, and dumped them into the connection (madras -> bombay -> london) so there’d be less noise, and the baby could rest. I was very impressed. And they actually did a fairly grueling “interview” for me, as opposed to the local guys in madras, where I was asked if I drink alcohol. I answered in the negative, and I was told to stay that way … ;/

        IMHO, they’re more “professional” but then again it could be just one set of people on that shift, on that day … ;/

        • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

          IMHO, they’re more “professional” but then again it could be just one set of people on that shift, on that day … ;/

          Believe it!! My exp carrying a 2 1/2 yr old was terrible.. there’s nothing to do in there and you’re stuck without choice…. *have* to wait and entertain kid at 1 am! :O

      • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

        You mean he’s already had enough of being ‘park’ed at Mumbai airports huh 😉

        • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

          He he he,

          Yes…

          For flights to anywhere of signficance we have to go via Mumbai and the poor guy was stuck there something like 6 times in a span of less than 2 months. May be we should take a train like he says

          • Re: If ever your ‘Park’erings

            Can’t blame him!