When someone mentions Ooty, immediately vivid pictures of beautiful flora and fauna come to mind, with cold chilly winds brushing through your face, snuggling in your blankets as you see the glass windows fog up…ahh, the perfect place. Ya, you guessed it, i can’t stand such places. Dont take me wrong (actually, what do i care, go ahead TAKE ME WRONG), i am still human my friends, but i like to go to places where every step is an adventure but i guess another reason i wasn’t a big fan of the place was that i just felt like sleeping all day.

I mean sleeping is a wonderful thing (second to Fried Chicken), but i can do that at home, and frankly i am an expert at it. But Ooty is like the best place to go with your love (Girlfriend, wife , your enfield whatever).

But not a place for a young teenager with horse’s blood in his veins. Another thing is Ooty is freaking cold. Holy cow, its cold man, and its not even winter season. You must have reached a conclusion that “Why the beep does Kenneth hate Ooty so much?” Woo, woo..i dont hate Ooty, i just can’t digest it. Its too mushy-mushy for me. Maybe one day, when i am 30 and married (ya, i know funny shit) and when my wife has completly tamed me into a butt-kissing over-sensitive slave, i might actually enjoy the place with my wife and two spoilt kids, but lets hope i die before that. cough.

Honestly, Ooty is a great place to unwind, i really recommend visiting Wellington Gymkhana Club (If your a memeber) its the most breathtaking resort i have ever laid my eyes on, we couldn’t stay there for long as we planned a short trip. Really a sweet and calm place. To desribe it one sentence.

Ooty is like a long walk in a park.

ps: I hate parks. The drive to ooty is just amazing, pls drive to ooty if possible.