I saw Taj Mahal... well from 13000ft. but point is I did see it and now proudly joins the club of who haves and remove my name from those who haven't. More prominently I am in a group who have seen it from 13000ft., that’s another milestone in its own right.
Before I forget the bliss I felt and enigma that surrounded the wonder of earth, I had to note it and kept it safe to make sure I don’t loose the moment, specially after missing all my heart felts with the streets of New York, London, Oxford, Chicago!!!
2007 has been more of dream and has already given me more than I had set out to take on. My year started from Indira Nagar, Bangalore. said GoodBye India and Hello America!
Delaware my first stop over with Abhi and Shaveta. New York my all time greatest and bestest of the bestest city, seen it... couldn't believe it... so moved to Louisville.
Peeyush came in to Chicago. 2 weekends in Chicago and checking and capturing every corner and stone, I left for London to have some colonial feel. In between I managed to see Lewis Hamilton winning his first F1 Grand Prix in Indianapolis. That’s another story, but London is something what WoWs!! are made off. Every street, every inch you feel history, drama and aura of structures which survived two world wars and still telling so many tails from their plush and redecorated interiors.
Oxford is as if all your imaginations have been stolen and created for you to test if you could think anything more. My first thought, How can someone study here? Its huge, its THE oxford, its literature, poetry, philosophy, epics and haunted. How can someone dare to study and spoil the heritage and also how can someone dare to be awake in the night specially in those huge 800 years old haunted streets and colleges. Imagine what would you say if you bumped into a 400 year old professor still trying to break the 'pi' mystery. "I pi-tty you".
Anyways point is how can some one not study in Oxford. It's the oxford the oldest English university, the look, the feel, the reason of being in oxford is enough to study for his life time and probably more just like the professor who is yet to complete a millennium.
Now I am back in Delhi, crossing Atlantic all over again and back in the east, back in my country, my place, among my people and my reason of being and not-being.
My first visit been to Rapiur, a small city in central India ready and set to explode and grow out of its bounds and make India feel its presence.
And finally in my room that has grown with me from last 26 years, always ready and waiting to welcome me as if I never left it. Well happy to be BACK :).
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