Streets of Philadelphia
Woke up to a bright sunlight and glanced at the glowing red digits. 2:35. Shit. Shouldn't have been awake till 5. It was crazy and we really had nothing to talk. Still, it didn't make any sense then, to sleep, to waste away time like that. We were just discussing...what were we discussing? Forget it. You just can't sleep on a friday night, can you?
Major plans for this weekend. Well, every weekend for that matter. Go to Edison. Pick up a movie, Syrianna is supposed to be good. Capote, Pride and Prejudice...Heck, Derailed. Atleast see how Jennifer Aniston misfit in a thriller. Go to Masonic Temple. Take the Big Bus Tour. Just walk around, loiter. Never works out. Never. F*** up friday night and saturday is down the drain. By the time we all wake up, all growling stomachs and lousy heads, all the plans go straight out of the window.
Life doesn't really suck as my roomie Ashish says. Though nothing great to write about, it IS fun here. Still can't align with the fact that I am really in what I can figuratively put as Streets of Philadelphia. I just can't stop bragging about the beauty and majesty of the city I have landed upon. Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, the city of museums and the city of wierdly beautiful statues.
Imagine a bright airy apartment ten stories up above the ground with a balcony view that unfolds into the best Art Museum in USA, overlooking the country's largest landscaped park, The Fairmount Park. That, my friends, is my abode. As you can see, that itself is plenty to cheer about.
I haven't told much about my life in USA and it's high time I did. From Ben Franklin and Van Gogh to LA and Disney Land and Texas to strip clubs and Masonic Temples, there IS a lot to tell.
Note: I would have really preferred to write this in Tamil. I did not do it for three reasons: one, Viky and Pradip can't read tamil and this is something I would really want all of you guys to read, two, I wanted to write something in 4TY2 and hence that defaults to English and three, It is high time I attempted to write something in English as I have started to seriously doubt whether I can really write anything at all in English.
Major plans for this weekend. Well, every weekend for that matter. Go to Edison. Pick up a movie, Syrianna is supposed to be good. Capote, Pride and Prejudice...Heck, Derailed. Atleast see how Jennifer Aniston misfit in a thriller. Go to Masonic Temple. Take the Big Bus Tour. Just walk around, loiter. Never works out. Never. F*** up friday night and saturday is down the drain. By the time we all wake up, all growling stomachs and lousy heads, all the plans go straight out of the window.
Life doesn't really suck as my roomie Ashish says. Though nothing great to write about, it IS fun here. Still can't align with the fact that I am really in what I can figuratively put as Streets of Philadelphia. I just can't stop bragging about the beauty and majesty of the city I have landed upon. Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, the city of museums and the city of wierdly beautiful statues.
Imagine a bright airy apartment ten stories up above the ground with a balcony view that unfolds into the best Art Museum in USA, overlooking the country's largest landscaped park, The Fairmount Park. That, my friends, is my abode. As you can see, that itself is plenty to cheer about.
I haven't told much about my life in USA and it's high time I did. From Ben Franklin and Van Gogh to LA and Disney Land and Texas to strip clubs and Masonic Temples, there IS a lot to tell.
Note: I would have really preferred to write this in Tamil. I did not do it for three reasons: one, Viky and Pradip can't read tamil and this is something I would really want all of you guys to read, two, I wanted to write something in 4TY2 and hence that defaults to English and three, It is high time I attempted to write something in English as I have started to seriously doubt whether I can really write anything at all in English.
posted by Shankar at 12:07 AM
2 Comments:
I was bruised and battered,
'couldnt see my own face,
I was unrecognizable to myself.
saw my reflection in the window,
didnt know my own face...
...in the Streets of Philadelphia
na na na na na na...
man...classic song
nice piece shanky...post more and some photos too
shanks... u sound different!! :D
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