I reached Noida on May 11th, and the first thing that stuck me was the heat…. Oh the heat. It didn’t help a bit that it was raining blissfully in Bangalore back where I call home. Delhi seemed like a frying pan to me.
The next thing that struck me was the roads. For a person who comes from the woe be gone infrastructure of Bangalore, Delhi seemed like an out-of-India experience. Well laid, well planned roads reminded me of my visit to the US. As we sped through the DND Highway, onto Noida I was sure I liked the city very much, but would rather not live here (the bloody weather).
The only high point of the first day was the stay at Radisson, which was good and then the QE Summit, which was why we went there in the first place. Adobe office looks like a children’s pen from the outside, but the inside, it is pretty awesome. (Specially those comfortable chairs).
The rest of the gang, headed back to Bangalore that night and I still had to endure this place for the next two days to come… F**** what the hell… I hate the place and the bloody weather. These were the thoughts that went through my mind as I waited for Gurjot to pick me up.
And Boy! Was I wrong? I had the best time since Manipal in Delhi the next two days…..