Three months is a long time...
Three months is a short time...
You can never have too much of being spoilt, taken care of or fed with delicious home-made food!
You can never have too much of travel, too much of love or too much of your parents.
You can only have too little of them, when you live seven seas away!
Here's to the three most splendid months of my life;
to three dreams that came true!
It's the end of a phase!
Monday, August 08, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Just because...
Just because...
we believe in public transport,
Just because...
we refuse to drive our cars to work,
Just because...
we take the pains to wait for trains and buses,
Just because...
of our common modes of transport, we are easy targets?
It doesnt matter to us, we are back although a bit shaken,
Just because... We are the public commuters of the world!
And our everyday journeys', are our lives' biggest lessons!
- For my three urban favourites; Bombay, London, New York!
we believe in public transport,
Just because...
we refuse to drive our cars to work,
Just because...
we take the pains to wait for trains and buses,
Just because...
of our common modes of transport, we are easy targets?
It doesnt matter to us, we are back although a bit shaken,
Just because... We are the public commuters of the world!
And our everyday journeys', are our lives' biggest lessons!
- For my three urban favourites; Bombay, London, New York!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
For free!
The New York Philharmonic had its second annual free concert at the Great Lawn in Central Park yesterday. As is second nature to New Yorkers, thousands flocked together for what seemed like a mass picnic. That it was a Tuesday and one of the hottest and most humid nights so far this summer, did'nt seem to matter, gauging by the 47,000 odd people on the lawn.
The young, the elderly, the gay, the straight, the animal-lover, the tourist, the local resident and many such, sat around us, right in the middle of Manhattan. Some brought their pets, others brought candles; most brought wine, cheese and champagne; all brought bedsheets to sprawl out on.
Accompaniments to the symphony of Dvorak were; the almost full moon, with yellow streaks, shining right on our faces; the glittering specks of the midtown skyline peering over the thick green deciduous foliage of the park; the swaying balloons and pom-poms hanging high over people's heads; the stark silence amidst the large crowd when the musicians played and the thundering applause after each symphony. Various elements, some natural, some man-made, worked synchronously to produce a night of delight, topped with fireworks at the end of the show.
A personal moment of bliss: lying with my head on mom's lap, in the middle of the park, in the middle of one of my favourite cities, gazing away at the moon, with live music in the background!
Some of the best things in life, most certainly come for free!
The young, the elderly, the gay, the straight, the animal-lover, the tourist, the local resident and many such, sat around us, right in the middle of Manhattan. Some brought their pets, others brought candles; most brought wine, cheese and champagne; all brought bedsheets to sprawl out on.
Accompaniments to the symphony of Dvorak were; the almost full moon, with yellow streaks, shining right on our faces; the glittering specks of the midtown skyline peering over the thick green deciduous foliage of the park; the swaying balloons and pom-poms hanging high over people's heads; the stark silence amidst the large crowd when the musicians played and the thundering applause after each symphony. Various elements, some natural, some man-made, worked synchronously to produce a night of delight, topped with fireworks at the end of the show.
A personal moment of bliss: lying with my head on mom's lap, in the middle of the park, in the middle of one of my favourite cities, gazing away at the moon, with live music in the background!
Some of the best things in life, most certainly come for free!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Island-ified!
For the first time ever, in life, I lost my phone. And now I am an island!
One event, multiple losses.
150+ phone numbers in an invaluable phone book, the much-valued-post-loss and used-to handset that I took so much for granted, the 20 mile detour on the NJTP in the hope that I would find it where I left it, the uneasy 5 hours in-between and the much getting-used-to with my new phone.
Too much trouble, on account of one small mistake.
Maybe I am being too hard on myself, but I guess the logic is simple: Either don't depend on something so much or just dont lose something you depend so much on.
The one good thing that did come out of this episode, apart from the lesson it taught me, was that I got back in touch with random people from my life, who so far were reduced to numbers in my phone book.
All's well that ends well I guess. My new phone is'nt as sleek as the old one, but it's serving to connect me to my world, all the same! It's another one of those experiences in present-day life; time to say "Been there, done that! Now what's next?" and move on...
One event, multiple losses.
150+ phone numbers in an invaluable phone book, the much-valued-post-loss and used-to handset that I took so much for granted, the 20 mile detour on the NJTP in the hope that I would find it where I left it, the uneasy 5 hours in-between and the much getting-used-to with my new phone.
Too much trouble, on account of one small mistake.
Maybe I am being too hard on myself, but I guess the logic is simple: Either don't depend on something so much or just dont lose something you depend so much on.
The one good thing that did come out of this episode, apart from the lesson it taught me, was that I got back in touch with random people from my life, who so far were reduced to numbers in my phone book.
All's well that ends well I guess. My new phone is'nt as sleek as the old one, but it's serving to connect me to my world, all the same! It's another one of those experiences in present-day life; time to say "Been there, done that! Now what's next?" and move on...
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Niagara Falls, NY - 5/11 - 5/12
The Falls at Niagara Falls are one of the two 'Wonders of the World' that I have seen, the other one being the Taj Mahal. One; the work of God, the other, work of Man. Both white, pristine and divine.
Some observations:
1. The Maid of the Mist is truly one of the most blissful experiences, it makes man one with water. Having been a water-baby all my life, standing between the horse-shoe falls, I was completely at home!
2. I now know why they call Niagara Falls, a Desi Hub. At any point of time, (during the peak season, especially) you can find atleast 400-500 desi's there. The number-range is the result of analytical calculations made by all of us. The omni-presence of Indian restaurants, supplemented the analysis.
3. A ‘Return to Innocence’- achieved while feeling the mist from the falls, spray itself on my face.
4. Another co-incidence-that-has become-regular, when we walked into Elvis and his friends, whom we met in VA, a month ago.
5. The best place on the boat, closest to the falls, is right up in front and always has room for more people.
6. Five rainbows-displaying seven distinct colours, within five feet; each beginning from and ending inside the falls, to give an illusion of five colourful rings, half submerged in the water, are a rare ‘wonder’.
7. Seeing your parents and friends, all scream alike, with joy and awe, when the falls enclose and soak you, within them, doesn’t happen everyday in life.
8. Even after two years, the ‘desi’ dhaba we re-traced our paths to, served us the same quality-cooked home-made meal, we relished the first time around.
9. Chance meetings with famous cricketers in Rest Area’s can result in big arguments and varied opinions.
10. Natural barriers between nations, create a natural human inquisition about ‘the other side’, even though the other side is similar to this one, for all practical purposes. Feelings experienced at this border, however, lacked the "fear" experienced in Kutch, overlooking Karachi lights in the distance.
11. Projected Rainbow-lights from the Canadian side, onto the Falls, at night, honestly ‘chees-ify’ the whole day-time experience.
12. Water draws you towards it; its translucence, its innocence, its purity.
Falling water entices and grabs you, deceives and lures you, until you are mesmerized and struck by its rhythm…..until the sprays get the better of you and you are transported into a state of temporary virtue, a piece of paradise!
Some observations:
1. The Maid of the Mist is truly one of the most blissful experiences, it makes man one with water. Having been a water-baby all my life, standing between the horse-shoe falls, I was completely at home!
2. I now know why they call Niagara Falls, a Desi Hub. At any point of time, (during the peak season, especially) you can find atleast 400-500 desi's there. The number-range is the result of analytical calculations made by all of us. The omni-presence of Indian restaurants, supplemented the analysis.
3. A ‘Return to Innocence’- achieved while feeling the mist from the falls, spray itself on my face.
4. Another co-incidence-that-has become-regular, when we walked into Elvis and his friends, whom we met in VA, a month ago.
5. The best place on the boat, closest to the falls, is right up in front and always has room for more people.
6. Five rainbows-displaying seven distinct colours, within five feet; each beginning from and ending inside the falls, to give an illusion of five colourful rings, half submerged in the water, are a rare ‘wonder’.
7. Seeing your parents and friends, all scream alike, with joy and awe, when the falls enclose and soak you, within them, doesn’t happen everyday in life.
8. Even after two years, the ‘desi’ dhaba we re-traced our paths to, served us the same quality-cooked home-made meal, we relished the first time around.
9. Chance meetings with famous cricketers in Rest Area’s can result in big arguments and varied opinions.
10. Natural barriers between nations, create a natural human inquisition about ‘the other side’, even though the other side is similar to this one, for all practical purposes. Feelings experienced at this border, however, lacked the "fear" experienced in Kutch, overlooking Karachi lights in the distance.
11. Projected Rainbow-lights from the Canadian side, onto the Falls, at night, honestly ‘chees-ify’ the whole day-time experience.
12. Water draws you towards it; its translucence, its innocence, its purity.
Falling water entices and grabs you, deceives and lures you, until you are mesmerized and struck by its rhythm…..until the sprays get the better of you and you are transported into a state of temporary virtue, a piece of paradise!
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