KAPOORS ON THE ROAD
I first visited New York two years ago when Komal and Puneet invited us to join them at the same time Anil’s older brother Arun (Puneet’s father) and his wife Neena were visiting as well. It seemed a perfect plan, for the six of us to be together at once, and as it turned out Adia and Geoff were to join us a few days later.
Adia had visited earlier, to act as a witness when Puneet and Komal were married and so she had seen many of New York’s great sights and could act as a tour guide for us. Our hosts were both busy with their full-time jobs and we could only spend a little time with them in the evenings and on weekends.
We packed a great deal into the two weeks we were in New York, but there wasn’t time to get to Coney Island, a place I had always wanted to see. Like our previous visit, we had arrived in September and the summer crowds were gone and the only action we might see there would be on a sunny Saturday or Sunday.
The Kapoor luck was with us once again, Saturday dawned warm and fair and we packed Anya into her car seat and set off. Puneet chose a route that would take us south through New Jersey’s docklands, across a bridge to Staten Island and then over the impressive Verrazano Narrows bridge to Brooklyn and then on to Coney Island. I studied a map as we drove and was surprised to learn that Coney Island isn’t an island anymore, although it looked like it might have been one at one time.
We arrived to the hustle and bustle and felt we would have difficulty finding a parking spot, when just as we entered the parking area, another car was pulling out. Kapoor luck once again. Puneet looked at us with surprise and we took a moment to explain what we meant by the phrase. He laughed; after all, he’s a Kapoor too. For the remainder of our stay in New York, he was witness to several incidents of our incredible luck when things seemed to just go our way when all odds were against us. He said he would pay more attention to his own luck, and see if he was gifted in the same way as we seem to be. He hadn’t made a similar observation as yet, but maybe he was just too busy to have noticed.
I fully expected to be disappointed with the Coney Island experience, especially after being incredibly let down when we visited Atlantic City in 2008. Coney Island was just as I had imagined it to be, despite the fact that the beach was almost deserted due to the lateness of the season. A few die-hards were braving the blowing sand and the cooler waters, but the boardwalk was alive with weekenders like ourselves and there was a definite buzz in the air.
We walked much of the boardwalk and out onto the pier and then stopped in for a cold beer and some snacks. We passed on the Nathan’s famous hot dogs, the others are vegetarians and Anil wouldn’t eat a hot dog to save his life. Lately, I don’t seem to handle processed meats very well, so none of us had to worry about being recruited for next year’s International Hot Dog Eating Contest. Phew!