Back to India for a week

I’m going to India for a week on vacation. Yes – exactly for a week. Of which about 3 days will be spent in a hollow tube that  is a plane and another 2 or 3 days will be spent traveling to temples that my mother has planned for.

Not that I’m complaining about any of this I’m really looking forward to this trip. The home food, the 80 F weather (yes, I checked the forecast), the possibility of going to see my Pillayar in the Chidambaram temple are all great reasons!

I may also have to take some real important decisions during/after this visit according to my gut. Then again, my gut tells me every time I get on a plane that I’d have this hot girl sit next to me and that has happened…precisely…NEVER. So I’ll just have to go with the flow

The most difficult thing to do every time I have to go back home is shopping. Now, there is not a lot of people that I want to buy things for. It’s a short crowd; but the problem is ‘what’.  Take my mom for example. If I ask her what she wants the answer would be ‘nothing’. So I use my (limited) imagination and get her things like – a leather handbag, a watch, perfume and pretty much everything a guy can think of getting for his mother. We all know the real gift would be my time with her

But you gotta take something anyways. This one time I bought a knife set. This was not the regular ones you buy in Walmart. I got this from a culinary store and these set of knives were the equivalent of designer wear in clothes – the kind that looks excellent in your kitchen. I was very proud of what I had bought seeing as it was useful & the because of the fact that  she liked it.

So the next time I go back to India, I went to a couple of my close relative’s place and what do I see? One of the knives from the set. Naturally, when I get back home, I asked her how that happened and she goes “What am I going to do with all those knives? So I gave it to X, Y & Z so they can use it”. And then it hit me – what is my mom going to do with a bread knife, a butter knife and a couple of  meat knives (even though those looked bad-ass)? 

Bottom line? She was right. And this is why I’m nervous.  This is why I’ve not started shopping ‘coz I don’t know what to get. My cousin, on the other hand is lovely and she told me what to ge

I consider myself very good when it comes to shopping. I guess it depends on your definition of the factors that make you “good” at shopping.