‘A visit to Marina beach is a must to everyone living in parts of India which don’t lie along the sea coast‘, I said when we were drawing up an itinerary for a day and a half stay of our guests.
You know , the beach is no longer what it used to be , say until a few decades ago when we moved to Madras, said my husband not very happy at the idea.
Well, a beach is a beach, and it’s fun walking on the sand, standing in the water with the waves dashing against you, I said feeling nostalgic.
And popping all those roasted groundnuts, he added.
I think things have changed and I won’t be surprised if the sundal and groundnuts tins have been replaced with readily available and freshly turned out pop corn and pizzas, I observed.
The five of us, with the young couple and their two year old kid did make it to the beach the same evening they arrived albeit with fingers crossed.
Aunty , why don’t you also have a bite of this panipuri? It’s so yummy ,said the young lady extending one with its filling.
Why don’t you also take a horse ride? Said her husband bubbling with enthusiasm even as he heaved himself on it.
Since the merry go round was meant only for kids, the little fellow saw the futility of asking us to take part in the ride.
After spending more than two hours at the beach silently watching our visitors enjoying themselves , popping everything that was available into their mouth, we set out to our next destination, to dine at our favorite hotel.
No more food please, we are full, said the couple in unison.
My husband and I exchanged glances which seemed to say, ‘nothing has changed at the Madras beach’ only we have outgrown the age of risking our systems.’