Where does one stop the detailing out. I am soo tempted to write a "when-u-accidentally-land-in-a-city-all-by-urself" guide to Paris. I/we always do half homework bfore going to a place. In part because there is no need to struggle to find the basics and stop it there. There needs to remain a certain amount of curiosity when u see a new place. new ways. I hate the internet sometimes just for that reason. When i have a question prash has the answer ready out of the internet. Its nice when i am starving and cud eat him alive for food. But then i have royally spoilt the possibility of finding something nicer no?
When i came to Paris this time, I was a blank paper. Of course i knew Champs-Elysees and Eiffel tower (but then who doesnt). But that was it. As much fun and enriching the experience was I must admit I missed my company. I missed the spirit of Bangalore. Well life is such isn it.. iruvudellava bittu iradudaredege tudivudey jeevana(says one of my fave poets gopalakrishna adiga)
Its definitely not been easy on me or my family in Bangalore , the last 7 months. Its taken these many months for life to feel normal again. But I can see it coming. For all I know I may not live in Bangalore forever. But right now my heart says all eeezz well. I dont know if I am still riding high from the Independence day buzz but it sure does feel good when Khushi asks for 'jana gana mana' as a lullaby n sings in bits with me. So what does one do to celebrate independence day? First off crib and complain. This is not right, that definitely has to change etc.
Then pledge to do something.
On another note.. the Olympics was fun this year to follow. Its very hard to believe that Indians care about or win in any sport other than cricket.
On a totally different note :How did draupadi manage 5 husbands? How did society accept it? then have we regressed since? No points for guessing what I am reading. I really need to stop reading the versions and interpretations of Indian epics or author's take on them.
Oh well...
I should probably write about great Indian workplace. The work culture or the lack thereof. The ridiculousness of it all I tell u!
When i came to Paris this time, I was a blank paper. Of course i knew Champs-Elysees and Eiffel tower (but then who doesnt). But that was it. As much fun and enriching the experience was I must admit I missed my company. I missed the spirit of Bangalore. Well life is such isn it.. iruvudellava bittu iradudaredege tudivudey jeevana(says one of my fave poets gopalakrishna adiga)
Its definitely not been easy on me or my family in Bangalore , the last 7 months. Its taken these many months for life to feel normal again. But I can see it coming. For all I know I may not live in Bangalore forever. But right now my heart says all eeezz well. I dont know if I am still riding high from the Independence day buzz but it sure does feel good when Khushi asks for 'jana gana mana' as a lullaby n sings in bits with me. So what does one do to celebrate independence day? First off crib and complain. This is not right, that definitely has to change etc.
Then pledge to do something.
On another note.. the Olympics was fun this year to follow. Its very hard to believe that Indians care about or win in any sport other than cricket.
On a totally different note :How did draupadi manage 5 husbands? How did society accept it? then have we regressed since? No points for guessing what I am reading. I really need to stop reading the versions and interpretations of Indian epics or author's take on them.
Oh well...
I should probably write about great Indian workplace. The work culture or the lack thereof. The ridiculousness of it all I tell u!
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