October 02, 2015 – Wonderla, Bangalore, Karnataka, India

Damn, I had always wanted to visit Wonderla for many years – literally the day I landed in the IT CITY.

So, this was the next trip/break that I took from work (remember, sometimes I used to work on weekends too 😰😇). The reason for the trip was my then girlfriend was back in Bangalore, and our group wanted to experience the thrill of Wonderla, which we had only heard about till then.

It was time to check this place out and I must say, this place didn’t disappoint!

We started our “journey” by taking the Wonderla bus to the spot. The one thing that disappoints about Bangalore, well, two things – the first and foremost – Traffic and the second one is that all the cool places are way out of the actual places, making it harder to reach the actual destination and spending more time in the journey than the actual place. Enough venting. 😁

This bus picked us up from a spot and dropped us off at the Wonderla “headquarters”, or where the actual theme park was.

Here, you can see, my sister in the background and my then roommate Daya, posing for a selfie.

(L-R) Minu Tai, Me, Daya

As soon as we reached the place, it was surrounded by so many IT professionals such as myself. This was one of the reasons, I wanted to leave India in the first place – TOO MANY PEOPLE. I am the kind of person who enjoys their privacy and deters the crowd. Please don’t hate me! 😁

There was a statue of the Monkey with a Wonderla T-shirt. So, naturally, we had to pose with it and click some photos. Here’s my sister Minu Tai doing the same. I couldn’t find my photo at this sport, maybe, because, I was busy standing in line for the tickets when the rest of the troop enjoyed clicking some memorable pictures.

As soon as we entered, we knew we were gonna have so much fun. There were too many things to do and it was up to us what rides to choose. It was a hard decision especially when you go with a big group, but, we managed to experience the “promised” thrill and excitement.

Once the Sun started dwindling down in the cold sky, we knew it was the closing time for the rides. This didn’t mean that we would stop having fun. After all the water rides were done and we were thoroughly exhausted, we changed into our regular clothes and decided to have some relaxed time at the 3D/4D/7D cinema that they had put up at the venue.

I don’t remember what the movie was about, but it was surely a different experience. I have had similar experience when I toured Mumbai with my family during 2007-08, so it was not something that I wasn’t expecting. Nevertheless, I was glad that my friends had fun.

Here’s the happy group again.

Now, after this movie, I don’t remember whether we ate after going back to our place or in some restaurant. The one thing that I distinctly remember is the return journey in the similar bus that we came in. The reason I still remember this return journey is I had to do some extraordinary thing (for me) and that was requesting someone to lend their water bottle as my then girlfriend was feeling particular thirsty and uneasy. She always had claustrophobia and felt uncomfortable every time we traveled in the car with the rolled up windows, so when the bus was almost filled to its capacity with that many people and the windows closed, I knew it would be a problem, but didn’t anticipate it to be that big. I remember, her being breathless, so I had to part the hugely populated crowd to reach the driver of the bus to request him to either stop the bus or at least lend his water bottle as we were out of it. It was a struggle for me, being the crowd hater, but had to do it. I was glad the gulp of water gave her some easiness and she could travel the rest of the way without any problem.

Fun memory! I didn’t know I remembered it until I started recalling this day. I MUST BE A GENIUS! 😎

Until, next time! Take care, everyone!

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