A weekend of my choice

Yet another British weekend. But different experiences this time. Saturday was great. Meeting up old classmates of NITIE in a place which is miles apart from the place we met first time, was sure worth remembering. Nikhil, Samoj, Meril and Myself from the NITIE front. Khatri from the TCS front and few more of his friends(supposedly, the entire Indian crowd of some place near Manchester). We all met up at Derby Station. Caught a bus to this place called Matlock. Initially, I was not very eager about it due to the extra unknown crowd that had pushed in, but the place was so beautiful and serene that it didn't seem much of a problem. The real countryside you can say, with sheep and huge 'maads' grazing around. :) little peaks, large meadows and sharp ravines. About 4-5 hours of walking though made us tired, the cold wind that froze are rear parts kept us moving to seek a warm place. Another thing that i didn't like about this place(should have added in my earlier blog entry) is the short day span. The sun has a lazy bum not to keep working. He just dozes off pretty soon in this part of the world. So as the day ended he had to get down to the roads. next stop was an excellent old styled pub. NO, I don't drink liquor during 'day'time. :) We had the traditional(or can say the local) 'Fish and chips'. Post our 'lunch which ended at 5 '0 clock, we made our way to the Matlock 'town', which incidentally would not be bigger than a little village in South India. Made our way back to the bus and then back to Nottingham by train.
Sunday, didnt go as planned. I was supposed to work on some office stuff. but due to some technical difficulties i ended up napping on my bed. For lunch had gone to a Gurudwara for Langar. It was great looking at all those people here. The distance from their homeland brings them closer to each other. they all looked like a single family away from home. It was a worthwhile experience and what it re-emphasised was the importance of motherland and home town. I know this is a generalised opinion, but still, these racist brits make people realise the importance of our own country, where an outsider is not a threat, but a guest. In India i know pretty well that every outsider or foreighner is treated as a guest. we show our humble faces, and treat them with respect. Here it is the other way round. Guee, this is a topic for another blog, so shall drop it right here.
Essence of the blog: Loved the weekend. Love india.