Day 4 - Bucket List - Does it exist????
Both the Cutlets were finally getting tuned to the English time zone and able to sleep without any jet lag. Excpet for once in the midnight , I woke up feeling bewildered about my whereabouts for sometime and made a quick call back home to ensure if everything was fine. After an assurance , I slept back until early morning. Surprisingly the Jr. Cutlet does not require any wake up calls and has been waking up all on her own and with it follows the indefinite chatter.I am so used to this that I wonder if I can switch back to our routine in India when we get busy in our daily lives. I am beginning to love these morning sessions with the Jr. Cutlet as she wakes up early ; we have a lot of time at hand to chit chat before we start getting ready for the day.
Our morning was completely planned with a tour at The Lords that was pre-booked. After a quick breakfast ; we got ready and stepped out to reach the place that I was waiting to go since the time I landed in London. Cricket is considered to be a religion in India and I do not disagree with that at all. While I have grown up watching my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles follow the sport so passionately , my husband and my extended family post marriage are absolute fanatics about the game too. And I was extremely pleased to see the legacy being carried on when I saw the Jr. Cutlet almost galloping away to the cricket ground from the tube station. She was twice as excited as I was. As soon as we reached Lords , both of us secretly wished if we could watch the Indian team practicing in the nets ( there was no reason for them to be there technically) and that was the first question we asked our tour guide. "Are you aware if the Indian team has arrived for the World Cup". He realised our curiosity and said "No dear". The tour guide Joseph was a very fine Englishman with an equal passion for the game. The Lords tour is a Must for every person who enjoys the game. It's a 100 minutes tour where they take you to the Pavillion, Media centre, Stands, Dressing Rooms and ofcourse the ground. Every place out there has stories to tell that are quite interesting. One such dressing room story is that not just India but most of the players across countries are extremely superstitous about where they sit in the dressing room and they never swap that place with anybody else on a match day . This tour was much above my expectations and we left the ground with a fulfilling experience.
As we did not have a definite plan after that, I decided to go to Swaminarayan temple ; farther away from Central London. Reaching the place was quite an adventure for us , since the entire Wembly Park and Stadium area from where buses to the temple go, was crowded with MU game scheduled for today. People were swarming onto the streets from the tube stations to reach the game. Therefore most of buses got diverted and we landed into a wrong bus ; that took us to the Outskirts of London. With a lot of to and fro, changing different buses, when the Jr. Cutlet had almost lost her patience , we got the right bus and reached the temple. The effort was all worth it and I realised why it is the World's largest Swaminarayan temple. The evening was free therefore I decided to go to Piccadilly Circus area, where a local singer and musician kept us grounded there for an entire hour. The best part of summer in Europe is that you get to hear various such talented musicians and singers at the happening streets and places in the town. This was a first time experience for the Jr. Cutlet and I saw that she was loving it. So I promised to get her back some other day again and left for home.
Fatigued , but happy we reached the hotel carrying a bag full of day's memories.One such memory I cannot forget is a mention about Sachin Tendulakar's dedication to the game , which ofcourse all of us can inculcate within and pass it on to our children. ' Greatness isn't just what you know but what you don't - and the effort you make to bridge that gap, Tendulakar mastered that art '
I will leave you and myself with this thought . And to answer my own question "bucket list , does it exist ? I say Yes, and you realise you had one list only , when you see your wish getting fulfilled. Signing off for a brighter day tomorrow.
Both the Cutlets were finally getting tuned to the English time zone and able to sleep without any jet lag. Excpet for once in the midnight , I woke up feeling bewildered about my whereabouts for sometime and made a quick call back home to ensure if everything was fine. After an assurance , I slept back until early morning. Surprisingly the Jr. Cutlet does not require any wake up calls and has been waking up all on her own and with it follows the indefinite chatter.I am so used to this that I wonder if I can switch back to our routine in India when we get busy in our daily lives. I am beginning to love these morning sessions with the Jr. Cutlet as she wakes up early ; we have a lot of time at hand to chit chat before we start getting ready for the day.
Our morning was completely planned with a tour at The Lords that was pre-booked. After a quick breakfast ; we got ready and stepped out to reach the place that I was waiting to go since the time I landed in London. Cricket is considered to be a religion in India and I do not disagree with that at all. While I have grown up watching my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles follow the sport so passionately , my husband and my extended family post marriage are absolute fanatics about the game too. And I was extremely pleased to see the legacy being carried on when I saw the Jr. Cutlet almost galloping away to the cricket ground from the tube station. She was twice as excited as I was. As soon as we reached Lords , both of us secretly wished if we could watch the Indian team practicing in the nets ( there was no reason for them to be there technically) and that was the first question we asked our tour guide. "Are you aware if the Indian team has arrived for the World Cup". He realised our curiosity and said "No dear". The tour guide Joseph was a very fine Englishman with an equal passion for the game. The Lords tour is a Must for every person who enjoys the game. It's a 100 minutes tour where they take you to the Pavillion, Media centre, Stands, Dressing Rooms and ofcourse the ground. Every place out there has stories to tell that are quite interesting. One such dressing room story is that not just India but most of the players across countries are extremely superstitous about where they sit in the dressing room and they never swap that place with anybody else on a match day . This tour was much above my expectations and we left the ground with a fulfilling experience.
As we did not have a definite plan after that, I decided to go to Swaminarayan temple ; farther away from Central London. Reaching the place was quite an adventure for us , since the entire Wembly Park and Stadium area from where buses to the temple go, was crowded with MU game scheduled for today. People were swarming onto the streets from the tube stations to reach the game. Therefore most of buses got diverted and we landed into a wrong bus ; that took us to the Outskirts of London. With a lot of to and fro, changing different buses, when the Jr. Cutlet had almost lost her patience , we got the right bus and reached the temple. The effort was all worth it and I realised why it is the World's largest Swaminarayan temple. The evening was free therefore I decided to go to Piccadilly Circus area, where a local singer and musician kept us grounded there for an entire hour. The best part of summer in Europe is that you get to hear various such talented musicians and singers at the happening streets and places in the town. This was a first time experience for the Jr. Cutlet and I saw that she was loving it. So I promised to get her back some other day again and left for home.
Fatigued , but happy we reached the hotel carrying a bag full of day's memories.One such memory I cannot forget is a mention about Sachin Tendulakar's dedication to the game , which ofcourse all of us can inculcate within and pass it on to our children. ' Greatness isn't just what you know but what you don't - and the effort you make to bridge that gap, Tendulakar mastered that art '
I will leave you and myself with this thought . And to answer my own question "bucket list , does it exist ? I say Yes, and you realise you had one list only , when you see your wish getting fulfilled. Signing off for a brighter day tomorrow.
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