my sojurn to london

I left for London accompanied by Shri Kunal who is a British subject in his mind, but as far as his body goes it is of no particular country, he dosen`t even look indian , does he atleast look like a man ,huh , we landed at Heathrow Airport or, as it is popularly called, the country of “Heathrow’’. The immigration officer asked me only one question, “What do you do?’’ This took me by surprise. i was completely unprepared for it. I was both perplexed and bewildered. I had no answer to this. I was prepared for other questions, such as “What is the capital of England?”, “Which part of Britain sounds like a fish, that’s also a mammal?” and “Who’s older, the queen or the country of Egypt?” Not knowing what to say, I decided to tell the truth. “physicist “, I shouted Then realising that it looked wrong( i dont look like a physicist ), I went on: “Tailor, shipyard dealer, endocrinologist ,sexologist “., he smiled at my last word ,I have to tell you, they let anyone into England these days. the 40-minute drive was spent in bonding: Kunal and the cab driver bonded over cigarette, 20 of them. From the cab driver’s accent I couldn’t help but notice that they let anyone into England, these days you see .

We moved into our apartment which was already occupied by my wife, daughter and another man( dont get thoughts in your mind ). After looking at the man closely I could tell it was my son, Mikhaail. The apartment was spacious by London standards. Spacious by London standards means over 200 square feet. Upon seeing Kunal and me, my daughter Maya started dancing. Of course we realised later that her dress had been caught in the air-conditioner and she was actually just trying to disentangle herself and she finally dis after getting a big rupture in it ,another problem for me , i have to pay for fixing the tear .

My wife cooked up a nice English breakfast consisting of eggs and, well, eggs. We then started our tour of London by taking the London bus. The tour commentator described the places beautifully, nay, lucidly. There was just one problem: They weren’t the places the bus was actually visiting. But then again, they let anyone into England these days.We then hit the compulsory site of Madame Tussauds. I had three cryptic comments — Sachin ( indian cricketer )was too tall, Lara dutta ( cine actor )too short and shane Warne too thin, Pavarotti was too tanned, Elvis too wiry and Jackson too scary. However, the scariest thing at Madame Tussauds remains Madame Tussauds. huh ………