It had stopped raining; wind too had slowed down. The effect both left behind showed in hundreds of lingering water droplets on the smiling jasmines reclining over the well manicured green hedge. Our XUV, yes, that is the word the chauffeur said while describing the expensive looking new van we were in, stopped at the gate.
The guard suggested we walked down to the clubhouse and tread softly on the grass. My friend, about 82, no longer retains his gazelle's agility. A persisting pain in the heel had slowed him down. The chauffeur explained about it to the guard. He agreed to let the XUV carry us, up to the grass. A long huge reptile hurried across the path while we drove in.
Both of us got down and walked into a mystic environment with the dimly lit clubhouse, just a few metres away. We were the last to arrive. Our friends were enjoying their drinks in the cool night. Soon I had my glass of orange juice while my friend got busy in selecting his drinks. He settled for something that was Greek to me. "It is a French Vodka" he explained to me. It seems he liked it.
The host, as always, was modest on his drinks. We talked about a CEO of a multinational company who has just landed in India and taken up an important assignment.."How to deal with Government in India" seems to him to be the most challenging task before him. All of us being Resident Indians had no answer to this Indian enigma either.
The host then talked about square shaped watermelons being grown to facilitate packaging. Even the younger segments of our group,otherwise enjoying their drinks, put down their glasses and were listening. The host explained how a square sized mould, made of steel, is placed over the young fruit on the ground and the fruit grows within the confines of the mould. I learnt a bit on the emerging horizon of marketing.
By ten, my elderly friend was eager to return. So was I. The kindly host walked up to the waiting XUV to see us off.
Another group, on the spacious veranda of the clubhouse, was only half way through their food. The Golf Club of Bhubaneswar looked really enchanting last night.
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20th August, 2015
The guard suggested we walked down to the clubhouse and tread softly on the grass. My friend, about 82, no longer retains his gazelle's agility. A persisting pain in the heel had slowed him down. The chauffeur explained about it to the guard. He agreed to let the XUV carry us, up to the grass. A long huge reptile hurried across the path while we drove in.
Both of us got down and walked into a mystic environment with the dimly lit clubhouse, just a few metres away. We were the last to arrive. Our friends were enjoying their drinks in the cool night. Soon I had my glass of orange juice while my friend got busy in selecting his drinks. He settled for something that was Greek to me. "It is a French Vodka" he explained to me. It seems he liked it.
The host, as always, was modest on his drinks. We talked about a CEO of a multinational company who has just landed in India and taken up an important assignment.."How to deal with Government in India" seems to him to be the most challenging task before him. All of us being Resident Indians had no answer to this Indian enigma either.
The host then talked about square shaped watermelons being grown to facilitate packaging. Even the younger segments of our group,otherwise enjoying their drinks, put down their glasses and were listening. The host explained how a square sized mould, made of steel, is placed over the young fruit on the ground and the fruit grows within the confines of the mould. I learnt a bit on the emerging horizon of marketing.
By ten, my elderly friend was eager to return. So was I. The kindly host walked up to the waiting XUV to see us off.
Another group, on the spacious veranda of the clubhouse, was only half way through their food. The Golf Club of Bhubaneswar looked really enchanting last night.
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20th August, 2015
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