For someone born and brought up in Madras todays Chennai ,Mahabalipuram is like the back of his elbow.
From childhood its the quintissential escursion point for schools .
Year after year we were bundled into bumpy buses with home made sandwiches and waved off by indulgent mothers to this place .
In the hot sun we used to try to push down the butter stone precariously positioned appearing to roll down at touch of a finger but elephants couldnt budge them .
For centuries they have stayed there and they did too when another indi chini bai bai happened today .
1962 bai bai turned sour as the Chinese marched into Arunachal pradesh .
We did see those places too in snow clad hill tops off Tawang when our Bolero was willing but we werent ,dazzled by snow blindness we told the driver to get back to safety , forgetting Madhuri lake where a jumping Shah rukh had frolicked with Madhuri Dikshit .
We felt good that day to know Shah Rukh had stayed in our suite in Tawam tourist bungalow tired after his exertions with a curvy Madhuri ..i mean in shooting dont u get me wrong there .
Coming back to Mahabalipuram in tbe days of romancing my present wife we had made a trip to soft murmurings in Arjunas penance and later as freshly married couple in our yezdi .
The Shore temple gave a great photo op for reunion of my classmates brats with bellies for a stud only get together as the wind lashed the waves ,we drowned our nostalgias in iced bacardis .
How could we forget the family get together in a sea food place when we crunched into shelled delicacies gazing at the silhoutted shore temple .
But today lighted and burnished mahabalipuram was shown to the world as never before
Modi the wizard is surely a great marketing executive for our tourism .
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