I’ve never seen a green maple tree in my life…I mean, a one with green leaves. Too used to the scarlets and the rusts of these leaves, I was a wee bit perplexed for the first couple of weeks about the name…and then the sharp triangles reminded me of the maple…voila!
Just like a green maple tree in front of my kitchen window, there are a thousand things about London that amaze me. So, to be as honest as a middle-aged nun at a confession post, I don’t know where to start. Should I tell everyone about the fox in the backyard…the vixen rather, that hunted a seagull to feed its young? Or should I tell them about the lingering daylight till well past ten in the night? Should I talk about London fashion and how totally ugly-Bettyish I feel when I walk out of the house? Or should I talk about the pink sky and the sad pigeons that I see from my room? Move over NY…London is well and truly a melting wok.
For a person who has studied English literature for a good part of her uneventful life, I thought I’d take to London life like a duck takes to water. What a roaring misconception, sweetie! I realize now, I have a lot of growing up still to do…not so much growing up perhaps, but getting used to getting used to things…if you know what I mean.
Till then, I’ll have to pretend extreme boredom at the slightest glimpse of green maples, sigh at windy and misty weekdays, yawn at windier and mistier weekends, roll my eyes at skimpily dressed jiggly-breasted women, coolly wipe up dirty jobs with toilet rolls (I really don’t believe I just said that) and mindlessly connive. London is no big deal.
13 years ago
5 comments:
you moved! and you'll be surprised how this post will seem like- oh I couldn't have written this- in a couple of months. Forget a literature student taking to London, you are first and foremost a bong- and no bong I know has ever, ever disliked or got tired of London. Its way too romantic, poetic and all that jazz that turns on bongs. so hold on and get used to the use of printed toilet rolls, grey weather and the quaintness of it all. Soon all this will look magical! Big hugs. And some of my best and very interesting friends have made London their home- in case that's of any consolation to you.
Thnaks for your consolation KG...London is beautiful, I agree...but very very aloof, if you know what I mean...makes me miss home all the more
So good to have you back!
Please, please write more of these initial days - these will make such a good read when you are ACTUALLY bored of these things that are so exotic and new now.
love the post, as usual! :)
PS: Word Verification - glotro (= a gloating bong?) :P
seriously blasfemme....I don't know where u get these words from :)
haha, I see the fun has begun. "getting used to", as you call it, is fun indeed...and in no time you will get so used to scantily clad women and toilet rolls that your eyes will roll at people in Indian clothes on the street and your bum will be sparkling clean inspite of the "dry cleaning".
All the best.
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