A Sunday in Geneva

Back home in Madras, Sunday is always magical and that's primarily because of the choir in St. Theresa's church and Lourdes church. The choir in St. Theresa's (in the mass that I attend) is without a doubt the best I've heard in all the churches I've been to. These choirs tend to give you a natural high, they put a zing in your bones that buzzes throughout the day. This Sunday, I attended mass in the English speaking church in Geneva...

St. Nicholas De Flue, and there wasn't any choir... everybody had gone home for vacation. But it got over quite soon, the priests here do not drone on like they do back home.

The day was quite bright so we decided to visit a few known nuns from our hometown

And this is their quaint little chapel...

Saw this stunning statue inside... an African Mother Mary and Baby Jesus

After socialising with the nuns, we headed out to Plainpalais where a Farmer's market takes place every Sunday. Farmers, bakers and many other food stalls are set up for people to buy and eat fresh food.

Here are different types of olives... we bought some of this.

Different kinds of cheese and cured meat...

More sausages and cured meat...

This was our Sunday lunch, roast potatoes cooked in chicken fat...

And this roast chicken sandwich which my sister loved...

and some hazelnut icecream... then we came home and slept.

Made pav bhaji the next day for my brother to take to work... packed extra for his colleagues.

This is usually the breakfast I eat out here; a little cornflakes, a little muesli with bananas, grapes and since I am not fond of milk I eat it with yogurt.

On August 15th, we went to Notre Dame cathedral to attend the evening mass...

Then came home and Nam made some good bibimbap for us...

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Nice Ad....

Wouldn't you say so... Nam and me were in this huge clothing store and we were making fun of all the models on display (there was one of hrithik in which he looked kinda gayish) when we came across this one. Seriously, dark people are more better looking....

I hope the world doesn't end in 2012, I have a whole lot of books to read...

I heard bout Flipkart.com from Anju and that site has changed my life. All the books that I have been searching for since centuries, are now sitting prettily on my book shelf. Landmark is a thing of the past now... in fact Landmark is not what it used to be anymore, they do not seem to have stock on most of the good books. So I am deliriously thankful to the creators of flipkart, I seriously love you guys... continue with your fabulous work. Talking of books, here are a few people who have enriched my life with their recommendations of the written word... My brother Manoj for buying the ' The Partner ' by John Grisham . Now I hadn't heard of Grisham before so the book was just lying there at home. One day I got bored and picked it up, that was the start of my love affair with Grisham and legal thrillers in general. This was the first John Grisham book I read and it was in a word mindblowing. I couldn't set the book down, my heart was racing away with Patrick Laniga...

My school teachers...

So I got to thinking bout my school days recently and it saddened me that I was starting to forget a few teachers who had shaped my life, I have already forgotten nearly half the classmates... though its not my fault. Some people just don't want to join facebook, then how can you find them in this big world. Even if I do find them, there is not much to talk beyond the 'where are you & what are you doing' phrases. But the teachers are another matter, they deserve to be remembered for moulding us. I gotta hand it to the convent school I studied in, they really knew how to select their educators... all the teachers I had shared a genuine passion for teaching and above that they had strong moral values and faith which invariably shaped our lives. To them being a good person was what mattered the most and they made sure we grasped this knowledge, it also helped that I had staunch catholic parents who cemented this view. Anyway, I just wanted to jot down stuff bout my teacher...

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