Lost in New York
Harlem railway station, 1:23 A.M. Six of us standing around a railway timetable trying to figure out how to get from (what else???) point A to point B. It being early morning July 5th didn’t help. The Americans had decided to take a long weekend and make babies and maybe send them to school before wrapping up the weekend. The metro rail staff had gone to see the fireworks (pretty interesting show) or to have wild sex with their boy/girl/_____(fill in the blanks) friends. From 12.40 to 1.10 A.M, I Missed two trains cause there was no one to tell if it goes where I needed to go (Didn’t want to get on the train and find myself in downtown Iraq, heard its not a great place to spend a Saturday, Sunday or any other night for that matter). Eventually the six of us put our heads together and managed to figure out the timetable, and duh!!!! , The next train has a conductor who answers all our questions quite patiently. Ah, irony is a wicked fellow.
Life is actually quite funny. Me, a relatively small town guy, (stuck?) in what is probably the biggest city on earth, finds that people who live in the big apple are as lost as I am with their own public transportation. Can’t really blame them, this is a nation that thinks cars are an extension of their anatomy. Ask an American to name body parts; you would get a transmission box and drive shaft somewhere between the femur and the colon. Footpaths (Sidewalks to the folks here) are missing in most parts of the country. A guy like me who likes to walk and explore a place is at a decided disadvantage. Driving here is monotonous, everyone sticks to the rules and for the original wild Indian driver (me, you dimwits) it is a positively boring affair (I almost fell asleep on the wheel during peak commute hour!).
Moving a little beyond the subject, anyone who reads, or is even literate (if you are reading this I wouldn’t put you under either category, so this is not for you), should read "A short history of nearly everything" by this guy (call me a sexist, but tell me if there is one really mind blowing book written by a woman? And before I get some stupid mails, Sidney Sheldon is a guy and he doesn’t write mind blowing books) called Bill Bryson. The book lives up to its name. Gives a short synopsis of nearly everything in the planet and beyond. More interesting than driving in the USA!
Contributions:
Drive car, use fuel, Sheikh happy.
A/c His Royal Highness King Fahd bin Abdul Aziz
C/o OPEC
Life is actually quite funny. Me, a relatively small town guy, (stuck?) in what is probably the biggest city on earth, finds that people who live in the big apple are as lost as I am with their own public transportation. Can’t really blame them, this is a nation that thinks cars are an extension of their anatomy. Ask an American to name body parts; you would get a transmission box and drive shaft somewhere between the femur and the colon. Footpaths (Sidewalks to the folks here) are missing in most parts of the country. A guy like me who likes to walk and explore a place is at a decided disadvantage. Driving here is monotonous, everyone sticks to the rules and for the original wild Indian driver (me, you dimwits) it is a positively boring affair (I almost fell asleep on the wheel during peak commute hour!).
Moving a little beyond the subject, anyone who reads, or is even literate (if you are reading this I wouldn’t put you under either category, so this is not for you), should read "A short history of nearly everything" by this guy (call me a sexist, but tell me if there is one really mind blowing book written by a woman? And before I get some stupid mails, Sidney Sheldon is a guy and he doesn’t write mind blowing books) called Bill Bryson. The book lives up to its name. Gives a short synopsis of nearly everything in the planet and beyond. More interesting than driving in the USA!
Contributions:
Drive car, use fuel, Sheikh happy.
A/c His Royal Highness King Fahd bin Abdul Aziz
C/o OPEC
posted by Antimatter at 8:01 AM
2 Comments:
A trip to Harlem at 1:30am?! Congratulations for discovering a very innovative, hitherto unknown suicide technique. What may ail you, young fellow?
Good posts. Keep it up!
It was technically my first day in the big apple. And am not the kind who worries over a little thing like, being turned into fish food! Thanks for the compliment and I shall strive to keep it up 'O' wise old Guru!
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