Just read the last post back, only to realise that it was one of the most lame ones i have ever written. Anyway, i felt that the chronological data is not required when you write a blog because i don't think a reader really cares about it unless it's a mystery plot.
I woke up at 7:00 AM with much assistance from people. I knew i was the last one to rise. There was a door bell suddenly. A lady came in with a couple of packets and 2 cups of coffee. It felt like being in a jail receiving a bi-daily meal. I had just kept it on the TV table and even before the next breathe, people rushed inside my room to tell me that it was bad. We Indians are not used to muffins and Black Coffee (It was brown but it tasted like CCD's 20 ml expresso) for breakfast. Now where would you get Puri and Sabzee in the morning when you are in Canada. People decided to take it from outside.
We got ready and got out. Mr. Driver was all ready in his same old Blue Sweater. Though he behaved mostly as a man who is not paid well enough by his company and that his wife was too annoyed because of him driving us overnight to this place. We got on to the Bus, as i heard Madhu saying that the next stop is - The Skylon. It was evident that, not only the software professionals use copy and paste but it was the same with Civil Engineers too. This Skylon thing looked the same copy of CN Tower, only that it was shorter in height. We went up the tower and the whole of Niagara was bustling all around us beneath. It was a good view. Cold morning...and you do not have much patience to things. I ran into conversations with Umesh yet again. We had coffee at Starbucks with a Butter Croissant. It was the first time i went inside a Starbucks, had heard a lot about it till this time but always chose Canada's own Hourtons over it.
It was around 10:00 AM. Mr. Driver looked into his watch and gave us 45 minutes to do sight seeing at a place called Journey Behind the Falls. This place was good. The closest to the falls i could ever get in the entire trip. I was kicking myself to have missed out on the maid of the midst thing - A ferry takes you closer to the falls and you see the water falling point blank. Wasn't meant to be, fate had chosen a different time for me to come here. Anyway it was worthy enough to see what i could get to see. Today was Valentine's day, it's hard to find a single girl on this day but i was hopeful. Only to my disgust, the crowd was us and a very few people who were probably a victim of their fate just like i was.
We made it to the bus at around 11:00AM. Tussar had a proposal of doing a simulated Sky Diving thing. I was excited too, i had seen this on TV. As soon as Madhu proposed it to the driver, it seemed like the fire just needed a bit of wind to burn. The Driver started "barking" and i by no mean want to use a sober word here because i hate people when they do it like that. I was quiet however, as Umesh suggested me to take out my ipod and take a listen to music instead of paying attention. I normally don't speak when seniors are there to take care. So it was not meant to be. We went to the shopping market in Niagara which were all Factory Outlet Stores. You name a brand and you have it here. We got some discount coupons and off we went, inside the stores. I bought a few things. I am very bad at resisting my temptation at buying stuff. None the less, they were good deals.
We went to Burger King for - My recommendation, never go to Burger King for a Burger. We reached the parking place right on time - it was 2:00 PM as the driver had grunted to us before. We got on to the bus, only to realise that Tussar had not taken any food. He politely asked Mr. Driver to stop by at a Sub. But as again i write...our gentleman (sarcasm) started grunting again. He went to the extent of comparing the cultures of Ukraine and India. I wondered, how could he make out the culture of a nation with 1 billion people having just 11 on board. I was itching to speak but held on to my nerves - Never speak when your seniors are there to take care. I put on the ipod and started listening to some random music - I like them when we are on a drive. Yes for all of you, who are a little and i mean a little curious about "what happened to Tussar's lunch?" - Mr. Driver did stop at a Subway on the way.
We reached Toronto at around 3:45 PM, and again little to my knowledge the place "to eat" was fixed - You see we Indians are very particular about our meals. If it's food, we don't see the time...and if it's Sarvana's Bhawan people don't care about what they order too. It was again the sweet smell of South Indian food. As shameful as i am, i went on to eat on everybody's plate other than my own Vegetable Dosa. I knew - I will never order vegetable Dosa again. It was awesome food otherwise.
As we saw the sun go down towards west, and as the miles ran behind us - We left memoirs in time, to cherish and to remember for - I left my Time-keeper - My Fasttrack watch awarded by my college at Niagara for the times to freeze!
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