Back from Pondicherry

It was one of those really chilled vacations.. so chilled in fact, that we were even too lazy to take photographs.

Pondicherry is the kind of place where I’d like to live, actually both Appapappa and I agree on this one. Its small enough and feels very neighbourhoody – you know, like the waiters at the cafes know you since you come around almost every other day for coffee kind of feel. And its cosmopolitan inspite of being small town India – a mix that I have not found so far in any other Indian town. Appapappa asked me what other Indian town came close – I would say maybe some of the hill-stations, because of the Anglo-Indian crowd, and some of the British-Raj cultural remnants. But Pondicherry is clearly different – it feels like the “white” city and the “brown city” are co-existing, and neither is deteriorating, unlike in the hill-stations where the crowd and chaos are closing in on the once exclusive areas.

Driving around in a two-wheeler was a pleasure in itself we had not known in a long time – not since N was born. So this time, we sandwiched her between the two of us on a Kinetic and explored Pondicherry for 4 whole days, roaming like the vagabonds that we are, and that we seldom have a chance to be. We ate idli-dosa-appams etc for breakfast, south indian thali for lunch, and French food with wine for dinner. Interspersed with either SIFC ( South Indian Filter Coffee) or Cappuccino ( in my case) and Espresso ( for Appapappa).

The Park Guest House was perfect,  sea-facing rooms, and a large garden where I could do Yoga in the mornings and N could look at the tadpoles and fish in the pond. A great place to explore the rest of the town – the Alliance Francais right opposite, the Ashram a short ride away, the promenade right out the front gate, and the French town very walkable, so we could easily explore all the heritage buildings that had been converted into hotels.

So Appapappa, excitable as he is, is already on the lookout for jobs in Pondicherry. Except that the software scene there is not great, so I am not sure what he is going to do there. Maybe make SIFC in a vesti? ( he bought one there, and lounged about happily in avesti and ganji in the guest house, looking like a pucca Anna).

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8 thoughts on “Back from Pondicherry

  1. lostonthestreet May 30, 2009 / 10:56 am

    Appa in a Veshti??? That was the photo op of the century and you missed it.damn.Appa’s Kaapi Center.

  2. Anonymous June 1, 2009 / 1:02 am

    did you guys also get to see the mangrove forests and the caves!!!

    • kopili June 8, 2009 / 12:36 pm

      mangrove forests and caves? in Pondicherry? didnt hear about these anywhere. puzzled.

  3. vicky June 6, 2009 / 2:33 am

    so…

    u cam 2 my home town ….

    make sure u.. mail me while coming nxt time….

    i’ll show u the other side of our pondicherry…

    like me and my frnds will take a boat trip … which will be most thrilling …… and many….

    cozz pondy is my home town ….

    • kopili June 8, 2009 / 12:36 pm

      absolutely will take you up on the offer. how do i get in touch with you though?

  4. Ajay June 7, 2009 / 3:57 am

    Start a restaurant there. Appa loves cooking and entertaining anyway!

    ( Been crazy busy, finally catching up with my blog reading. )

    • kopili June 8, 2009 / 12:34 pm

      ajay: good idea, then he can be in a veshti always ladling out sambhar and rasam from the little buckets 🙂

  5. Sukrit August 21, 2009 / 10:11 am

    Glad you guys had a good time here at Pondi. Do return soon. This time I’ll be here to give you a personal guided tour of the city.

    Cheers,
    ukrit

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