23.5.05

Up and down, up and down we went down the road to hell...

But then the road led to paradise. I was on my way to interview a famous photographer (lets call him FP) at his farmhouse. Sometimes I wonder when you are on the way to wallowing in the luxury of your plush farmhouse, how can you bear the brunt of the roads, if I would be pardoned for calling them roads. In fact the roads seem incident to the potholes. The farmhouses I passed on the way made me yearn for one. A small bungalow in the middle of mustard fields, surrounded by rows of ramrod straight eucalytpuses and silver oaks. And me relaxing on the porch with a tall glass of iced blue lagoon and a nice book (for sound effect, the gentle swish swish of the leaves) Hmmm...

The infamous RS had to disturb my reverie. He filled me in with
details about FP, how he grew up with FP's son, how FP has married
thrice...la la la. By the time he was done with his vivid descriptions, I had nodded off.

FP's house was quite out of the common. It looked a Rajasthani
haveli with beautiful jaali work and contemporary tile work as well. I was mesmerised by the brilliant aqua coloured tiles that formed a part of the steps to the house. Beat this, there was a huge lime and mortar pestle as well, where the lime was being ground by a huge chakki (wheel). Plus FP is a big garden freak. His huge huge garden boasted trees from Kashmir, Singapore, Bali and San Francisco and lotus ponds (from where snakes crawl out and sun themselves during the monsoons on the neaby rocks... shudder). There was a bird house that housed pigeons, colourful crested fowls, rabbits and ducks and a swimming pool too. Given all this, I was completely bowled over.

The best part was the view from the pavilion of the house. You could see for miles around and see the Aravalli ranges and greenery all around. Beautiful blossoms... laburnum, gulmohar, bougainvillea, roses, hibiscus. Oh it all seemed so surreal.

(Whisper) What befuddled me was FP and his wife. He is quite old and she is as young and good looking. Ok I am straying into RS's territory now. He would love to tell you how colourful FP is.

Now I have a new passion. A farmhouse.

8 comments:

motheater said...

GODDDD. Let's just go home to Cal and lead comfortable lives.


It's okay. Just a terrible day at work :-)

eM said...

I want a farmhouse too :(
With electric lemonade in the verandah.. ooh! On second thought, when you get this farmhouse can I come and stay with you? Please? I'm very ornamental and an asset to any household!

AB said...

motheater: Well I have been giving quite to a few thoughts to this. Even without bad work days.

eM:An electric lemonade sounds nice. But definitely not in the verandah! Ok you can come and stay but no noisy business missy! It will be time to discover the Inner Zen;)

motheater said...

Again Inner Zen!! He must be quite a guy :-)

AB said...

motheater: You must come to my farmhouse too if you wanna meet him;)

Anonymous said...

What's with these old guys? They get all the young women! I know of a nearly 50-year-old man who's planning to marry someone who's barely 28!!!! How come women don't have that luck? Why can't a fortysomething women marry a 28-year-old?

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