Showing posts with label Travelog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travelog. Show all posts

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Backpacking Diaries:London

An ardent fan of the greatest writer to be born out of London, this wreck of a writer does but deserve to imitate the legend in this account of the great man’s birthplace!
So here goes…
Act I Scene 1: The Queen’s capital
The task of blending thine self into a country new to thine feet is but one of the simplest of tasks if thou haileth from the mystic lands of India. And the capital of the Colony is no different.
Thou art reminded of thy first lessons in English which thine Grammar teacher bellowed into thine ears.
Thou art reminded of thy road rules, thy sporting cultures, thy administerial setups, and thy past.
I wouldst like to term it the lasting ‘British side-effect’.

The Victorianesque buildings, the ever-so-silent Thames, the good ‘ol Abbey, the numerous variants of London bridges ,Mr. Big Ben, the Tower of London, the Cathedral’s all stacked up against the modern wonders like the London eye, Madame Tussaud’s, the Underground give a taste of the British prominence of the past and dominance of the present.
Rich in history, tradition and stories of the past, every nook and corner of the most expensive city of the world has a story of its own. London is where history originated for most of the third world countries. It is home to the legends of war, culture, sport and of course royalty.
The city is studded with monuments like the Nelson’s column, the National Gallery where I got my first taste of Michelangelo and Da Vinci; statues of World leaders, memorials for the Women of War (WWII) [see pic]

Londoners take pride in a lot of their assets and rightly so. To name a few it would be their ‘Underground’ – MIND THE GAP as its punch line yells out, their cabs, their football clubs, their tea (Devonshire and Cornwell, two adversary counties who stake their claim at being the original ones), their health – you can’t help but notice what you could call their fitness fetish. Everybody runs, running is not a hobby, its more of a habit they relish in. The whole of London looked like a set of a Nike ad with everyone from people in business suits to the average man on the street ipoded and running. Truly sport is a true form of uniting a country.

There’s a lot for us Indians to learn from the British when it comes to being proud of your country. One chapter they left out on purpose during the colonial teaching days.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Prologue

From the dusty bylanes of Delhi to the raging fires of California; from the serene lakes of Toronto to the thundering falls of Niagara; from the flat stretches of Dubai to the near-vertical streets of San Francisco; from the Colonial Capital of the World to the Empire State, it sure has been enchanting!
Some have been breathtaking, some awe-inspiring, some celestial, some earthly, but all of it put in simple words was plain 'wonderful'.
This eclectic display of beauty and splendour made me realise how blessed we all are to be where we are. Albeit some of these spectacles be mortal made, they all convey a spirit of immortal beauty in them. The urge to match the creations of the maker by man echo thru' all of his creations.
My accounts of my big trip across half the world might not be as captivating as the places I visited, but thou shalt not expect more from a sloth like me who was moved into writing about it.

To heed or not to heed, is but your choice,
My deed to the fullest of my ability I do hereby promise to present.

Keep watching this space for more...