Idle musings

     It was a Thursday evening. My wife had left my mother at my aunt's place. "Shall we go to Ooty or Wynad this weekend?", I asked. "Are you  joking?! There is no way we can get accommodation during the weekend!", was her spontaneous response. As always, she was right. The hotels that looked good in Wynad were all booked. Udhagamandalam (the newer name of Ooty, a hill station in southern India) had more options, but here also the popular hotels were all full. I did some more browsing to check about transport since I don't drive much. I found a KSRTC bus that left Bengaluru at around 7 am and reached Udhagamandalam at 2:30 pm. "We could go to Ooty", I informed. "Now you tell me! I am supporting a summer camp in April. I thought I could plan activities during the weekend. Let me see, I will tell you tomorrow.", my wife said in a tone that brooked no argument! I silently nodded and agreed - it was the wise thing to do!     I took the Monda...