Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Um Back!

I have left London but memories linger and then itch:)
5 months of my stay, i want to recreate. With beautiful people, places and experiences, i want to repaint.
As it is I am known for wallowing in the past:).
And shouldn't let a blog of an interesting title as this die young.
So are you with me.(If anyone's following, that is:))

N.B. I'll try to visit my blog more often than you do.

N.B is a phrase my London Boss used, meaning Nota Bene -> Pay attention, Take notice.

Monday, January 26, 2009

London, Lost, Love, Haa.. Laugh:)

She said Bank Station. Was a straight walk down the road from St. Pauls cathedral. That should have been simple. Thanks to my screwed up Sony Ericcson 580i whose SIM holder had gone loose, I was with no mobile connection. I reached the Bank Station at the end of the road. I waited and looked around. I asked some whether there were more exits from the Bank Station. Pointed me one on the opposite road. I hopped and in dismay, looked around. Then I asked a nice looking man (just a coincidence:)). He said there were many as 8 Exits..! In the cold and in the confusion I noticed a lock of white hairs on his forehead, but he was Handsome as I saw in movies. I asked him for his phone to call her and he glided it into my hands. I made the call, Thanked him. He left but his face lingered. I found her but did not lose my heart. She had his number.But really... Like P.R says we Indians find all of them handsome. They are. Of course I saw the Tower Bridge and Tower of London, but it was something else that had made my day.:):)

Armenian

Heathrow Airport. Stupidly getting past the immigration (I hadn't an idea of where my office was in London), and wrapping myself with as many a warm, I was recieved my an Indian looking cabbie. He held a placard of my name. His name was Anush. Of course, he was Indian. After hearing him speak a funny Hindi type language, I asked him 'Are you Indian?'. 'No, I am Armenian.' For no rhyme, I was delighted. I even told him that he was the first Armenian I met. My delight was infectious, i guess. He told me that there were many a Armenia born who are personalities. He gave me a Cher but Andre Agassi's name pulled out my neck. Don't remember the many others he named. The odd seeming Hindi was Russian, he said. We should have tipped him! Thanks to him, I looked up Armenia in the world map.

Bollocks

Hi. It's been a while since I wrote. I need to be passionate about something I write. I guess I needed to be in London to start blogging again. Going to Europe was a dream. Some unreasonable fantasy attached to that. To think of it, don't remember what images my fantasy conjured up. But here I am! for true.:)