2nd April 6, 2012 Monday
11.00 am
I woke up. Rushed to toilet and finished everything in a
flash. I and Anderson had to go to the hotel where Philip sir is staying. We
have to go for shopping. I made a mental note that, I would not spend
money for the things I don’t really require. Soon I walked to the kitchen and
prepared oatmeal and started having it in the dining room. Anderson told that
he had it a while ago. Soon we left the flat locking it behind. We reached the hotel
on time and met Philip sir.
11.15 am
We had to catch a bus to the shopping center which is
located in the heart of the city. We got into bus in no time and I started
watching the beautiful buildings once again.
11.30 am
Anderson told us that the bus had reached our destination
and we got down. Philip sir asked us what we would have for lunch. On the way
to that busy mall, we had to go pass an over bridge. Finally I found something
in China which is similar to India. On the bridge there were small-small vendors
who dealt in bangles, fruits, dolls, leather wallets etc. We reached near the
mall and found KFC. Philip sir ordered spicy chicken. In China KFC serve spicy
chicken which is not that crispy common KFC chicken. I too ordered the same.
Anderson bought some rice, curry and pork cutlet. Yes in China KFC supply
domestic food. I wondered when they will start supplying ‘Pazham pori’ in their outlets in Kerala. They would definitely
stuff chicken inside, I thought.
12.10 pm
We came out after having lunch. My tummy was not full. It
was not even half, let alone full. When we came out only, I started looking at
the people moving around. Men dressed perfectly. But it seemed majority of the
women out there were in different mood. For a moment I thought it was a beach
where you find women wearing bikinis. But there is no sea near by Beijing, I
recalled the map. Soon my eyes started looking at the half naked breasts of the
women who moved around. I never wanted
to look at them. But you cannot walk closing your eyes. Yes believe me,
everywhere the situation was the same. Majority of them were married. One is
not supposed to look at married women’s breasts, but then they should have kept
them at home!
At least they should have covered them.
12.20 pm
We reached inside that mega market. One could buy anything
he wants from there, provided he has money. Philip sir wanted to buy some beer
glasses, which he told us that would be given as gifts. I took a pack of
cornflakes. Mr. P had bought some other glasses too. I found many small glasses
you would see in Bar. But I didn’t have a Bar back home to buy a few of them!
1.30 pm
Philip sir paid the bill (including the cornflakes I bought)
and we stepped out from the shopping center. I was happy to get inside the bus.
All I wanted was that to reach home quickly to watch some movies, online. But
as always God has different plans. We had to wait for the bus for 20 minutes
and by the time when I and Anderson reached home, it was around 2.30pm
2.45 pm
I quickly opened the laptop and started watching the movie
‘Lion’ another Dileep movie. I am not a Dileep fan but one Dileep fan had once
recommended me the same movie. It was Shamil who told me that the movie is a
good one. Let me tell you one thing, I enjoyed the film very much.
7.00 pm
By seven I got ready to go out. Philip sir would be leaving
tomorrow, early in the morning to India. So it would be the last dinner with him
in Beijing for the time being. I Anderson started strolling to pick Philip sir
from his hotel. It was freaking cold. Temperature was 4 degree centigrade. For
an Indian who was coming from 35-40 degree centigrade it was unbearable. I
suggested Anderson to shift the usual way to another one, where buildings are
more. My plan was simple. I just wanted to escape from the cold wind. But
Anderson was not ready to hear me and told that we would walk through the usual
way. For the first time, I hated Anderson. After some time, he told me that
‘Jango, we should have gone through the way which you have suggested’. I gave
him a look and understood that, inside his skull there is a truckload of shit
instead of brains!
As Dileep did in Spanish Masala (A Malayalam movie), I also
smiled at him and abused him in Malayalam. Anderson returned me a smile and
thanked me!
7.15 pm
We met Philip sir in the lobby and stepped out of the hotel
to have dinner. I and Philip sir suggested Anderson to find a nearest
restaurant due to the heavy wind and freaking cold. Anderson said he knew a
nearest restaurant and we followed him. Fucker made us walk for 20 minutes and
we finally reached Anderson’s nearest restaurant’. Poor Philip
sir and equally poor me had sighed and went inside.
7.40 pm
Anderson told us that it was the best restaurant and we
would like all the dishes out there. When the waitress arrived with the menu
card, with curiosity I too looked at it. Anderson ordered something and gave me
the menu card. I had point out some dishes. Anderson told me that those were
donkey dishes. I had shown him some other dishes but those were still donkey
dishes. Then Anderson revealed that secret before us that, the restaurant is
specialized in donkey meat. I wanted to kill the donkey which wore a trouser
and shirt and sat near us and eat it. But I simply smiled at him. No Malayalam
abuses that time. Philip sir was there no? I had ordered some items which were not donkey. We finished dinner around 8.50 and lef the place.
9.20 pm
We reached near Philip sir’s hotel. He would be leaving to
India in the morning flight. I wished him a safe journey and he wished me a
nice stay in Beijing till 21st of April. I wondered how nice it
would be with a donkey like Anderson. We bid goodnight and I and Anderson left
to home. On the way back Anderson was telling me something. I was least
interested in him and agreed to him irrespective of the matters discussed.
9.35 pm
After reaching the apartment I changed in to the night dress
and jumped on the bed and started thinking. I thought about the mighty artist,
The God. If he is not an artist how would he create a character like Anderson
and a donkey? Different species yet same intelligence!
Yawns.. Goodnight diary
Yours truly
Jango
Thanks for your time
Sharath Muthirakkal
Mind the language!
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