kiss & tell

The city and me have a relationship, its called “maintaining-a-respectable-distance”! We do not like each other, that could be an understatement when I am in one of my foulest moods and calling it all the names, an ex-finishing-school alumnus is allowed to, and it seems, even when we are conducting ourselves as mature adults… there’s this strong undercurrents … I have no option but to stay on and the city really isn’t too vocal about having me thrown out! So, here I am … led in the spot by a well-orchestered plans and yes, the plans were all mine… it IS true, a Woman indeed IS the choreographer of her own dances. What and where you choose to dance can definitely be driven by circumstances… so, there you go… we also come with some shackles. Ah, the irony of being human! (Oh, by the by this sentence reminds me of Tom Holt… brilliant, I say… if you like that sort of stuff)

I like so many of my kinds (and I haven’t yet figured out, what that is) have this strong thing for vibes and stuff.

There’s no love lost between me and the city I grew up in … its like an attempted affair, something which you would try as fitting into the group in your teenage! No passion, almost lukewarm… but has its moments… and unforgettable ones at that. And, while taking those walks down the “Champs Élysées” of memory … you would like to wave a smile at them.

And, of all the cities of the world (the parts which I have had good fortune to be acquainted with) … I like Singapore the best … a big burly & goofy brother … you feel safe, you can fool around to your heart’s content, … you can shop, hog on cuisines, stay up late, go for the dances, do things … and in general just have unlimited fun … as long as you are good with your “school work” and be a good girl… for goofy he might be… but is quite strict with code of conduct!

Bali is like one night royal affair!

New Jersey is a distant rich uncle!

Los Angeles? Ah, well

Rangoon is a loving old aunt … full of stories and home-made delicacies.

Mumbai is a FRIEND, totally! School friend – now cool, now vile… but does not hurt on purpose. New York is a rich friend, who unwittingly can end up patronizing with all that jazz.

London undoubtedly is a snob ageing aunt … who tries her best to pretend being cool!

South Beach, Miami is a short-lived relaxed fling you had, while on vacation… unforgettable!

Denver City is your boss … albeit a good one! Amsterdam HAS to be the handsome stranger, who outrageously flirted you with all the charm of a red-blooded Mills&Boons Hero… and yep, you did flirt back (in case you were wondering!)

But, the love of life is the city where I did all my “growing” up … Spent last decade, transformed from a unsure-small town teenager to whatever I am today … owe that to the support – unquestioning, admonishing at stupid mistakes, picks me up, dusts off and hands a cup of coffee … also, turns to for advices!! Lets you make mistakes and accepts as you are!

This ones a Home! And, am terribly home-sick right now!



Priya said...

That was really cute the way you expressed the cities.

manuscrypts said...

hey, nice definitions, though i am surprised about your relationship with the city you grew up in :)
and you just gave me a way to define my relationship with mumbai - "maintaining a respectable distance' :D
great blog..glad i came here too :)

Sojourner said...

I have something to say on the previous post...
but before that,
it is hard to contain an avalanche that two words start... so unfair. Since I have said it, it is ok now :)

and I am tempted to try Holts again. Will do so, when there's time.

starry nights said...

Interesting description of all the cities.Los of fun and stars.

Chaggoholic.... said...

Quite a well traveled soul you are....

666 said...

beautiful post. Excellent 'personifications'.. thinking bout it, i could never manage this sort of writing about my travel.
hmm.. so well traveled indeed.