So much has been said and written about Paris. The city of love, the city of romance, the city of lights, the city where you would fall in love...
Naturally
anyone would be excited about visiting Paris. Specially if that person happens
to be a 16 year old teenager who has been invited by his elder sister to visit
her in Paris after his gruelling exams. My brother, Babin (his pet name, he would kill me if I don’t
mention that) could not wait to upload pictures of his month long vacation in
Europe to make his friends jealous. I happened to be on my annual vacation at
home so it was decided that he would fly with me to Paris and then we he would
return home by himself. For a 16 year old kid who had not ventured abroad
before, returning alone did give him the jitters or so he confessed to me. That
was indeed a big confession coming from a 16 year old who would always behave
like the elder brother which he was not.
So, my apartment keys were with my friend as
my roommate had departed while I was away. However, while I was in the cab on
my way to my apartment in Paris, I had a gut feeling that something would be
wrong. And you can always trust my intuition like a Swiss train. I dialled my
friend who told me in a rather mellow tone that he found some else living in my
apartment when he had walked into my apartment.
As much as my intuition had hinted something wrong, I had not probably
imagined something of this magnitude. I
started crying in the cab itself while my little brother kept asking me
questions as to what had transpired.
As I
reached my apartment which I absolutely adored, my dear friend stood there to
welcome me back to Paris. He narrated his whole encounter with this semi naked
man in my erstwhile apartment. However, I had no time to sympathize with my
friend for the sights he had to witness courtesy me. I rushed to my apartment to see it did not
resemble “my apartment” any longer. This stranger in my apartment told me that
he had rented it out from my landlord and that my landlord had never mentioned
that there was some other tenant in the apartment. Shocked and crestfallen, I
had no other option but to take refuge in my friends place along with my
brother. I cried and cribbed over the next few days mourning the loss of my
apartment while my brother explored Paris and Barcelona with me and my friends.
Ah, and inbetween he helped me move my luggage from my old apartment into my
friends place. I was anyway feeling uneasy staying at my friends’ place and I
had no idea when I could move out. As anyone would imagine, it is easier to get
six pack abs than find an apartment in Paris . On the other hand, I had my
brother as well for a month so that made it even more complicated. So my friend
came up with an idea that me and my brother could go backpacking around Europe
with the Eurail pass. That way I would not have to find an accommodation for
myself in Paris until my brother’s vacation was over and my brother could see
more of Europe that way. I thought that was a brilliant idea so I bought me and
my brother Eurail passes, intimated my friends in France and Switzerland that I
would be coming to see them.
Voila, I set out to meet my best friends in Metz,
Lyon, Geneva and Zurich. Zurich was the only place which I was visiting for the
first time and we had hostel acommodation.
It was also the city I had been desirous of visiting for a long time. As if my brother was not shocked enough, he
was further shocked to see several bunk beds in the same room and that we would
have to sleep in a room inhabited by random strangers. I think that is the
point where he totally gave up on his hopes from me as the elder and
responsible sister.
However,
every time I met my friends he was pampered to the hilt by my friends whose
hearts went out for the poor little brother who was helping his homeless sister
transport luggage by the tube all over Europe on what was supposed to be his
vacation. By the end of the trip in Paris, he was more keen on meeting my
friend in Paris with whom he could drink and chum with. So my brother got
sloshed on his last day in Paris at yet another friends’ place and he left home
with bagful of gifts for our family. I don’t think he could have asked for a
more eventful holiday minus the initial shock and porter work that he had to
do. After all, which brother could have boasted of a sister who was paying for
his booze and gifts for his crushes.
So all this
while friends who heard that I was backpacking used to feel excited and said
that they were jealous of “my adventurous life”. The funny part is that I never
had any wish to back pack as I am not a big fan of it. Having done it before in
London on a previous occasion, I was not too keen on doing it again. Yet
somehow, I find myself on backpacking trips at least once a year for some
reason or the other. However, this time the reason that I was backpacking
because I was homeless was an unheard of reason. Though it was not quite
amusing for me, other people found it hilarious and interesting at the same
time when I recounted the whole story. In retrospect, I have learnt some
priceless lessons on my backpacking trips especially this one. Not to forget, I
see new places and old places with new perspectives everytime.
Subzero temperature in Paris: First time my brother witness subzero temperatures |
Metz, the most gorgeous place in France |
@ Barcelona Outside our hostel in Barcelona
Teaching Anurupa how to cycle :)
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The exquisite La Sagrada Familia Alma mater @ La Martiniere, Lyon @ Zurich Lac Leman, Geneva |