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Hope everyone is in the "pink" of their health. Isn't it strange you think of health when you are ill?
So, its been freaking Hot at my place, 97-110F temperature for 4 days at a stretch. Oh don't give me that eye saying that's normal in India thing! I will bang your head right there. Its HOT and trust it when an Indian says these two golden words, heat and tan. You can't wrong with those. For proof, i am 4 shades tanner than what i was last week, all thanks to the sun kissed weather, that i barely recognize myself as indian. I feel more like a red or say orange indian.
So, I went to Air Show this weekend. Its a great place to witness "The Men" in uniform. There is something with uniform and girl's fantasy that goes without saying :). If i had the art to sell the curiosity, i would have filled pages about it. So, when i am surrounded with men in blue, white and green (Airforce, Navy, Military) there is an immense flow of joy, pride and discipline in my skeleton that in other places and days would be just a good boy/girl's lookout. Seriously, haven't you felt the same when you are surrounded by such people? I have to admit stars have always fascinated me may it be in the sky, the one my kindergarten teacher gave on my assignment or on the uniform. Ahh, i used to take pride in the increasing # and colors of stars on my Dad's uniform. As a matter of fact, i love those stars on any man, but the feeling of mine ( as my Dad) still outweighs it. The synchronous march, formulation, salutation, ever longing spirit, mad dash parties, oh boy!!! Just love it, after all who doesn't like dignity, charm and fame? Again, i am the one who gets influence easily, but these Men, make me go woo whoooo!!! So, its a sheer joy to witness these Men even with the skin burning more than the jet bus 750HP exhaust and extending my eyes beyond the 20 degree radar of thunder birds. Oh did i mention, the mimic of Pearl Harbor attack being reenacted was something not to miss. At this time, i give a damn to the amount $$$ gasoline used for these shows, the pollution created due to artificial bombs and noise pollution. If for this experience, there would drought of gasoline and green house effect or some1 gets deaf, i would still say its Worth IT!!!
I have been to these shows in past, but the company of my beloved friends just makes it a thing to look forward every year. It is in abundance we forget the value of these beloved ones and the quality time we spend with them. I feel nostalgic at the end of such days when am all exhausted and its time to wave goodbye. I just don't wanna stay away from the "wesome" company. Its the charm of friendship, where we join dots out of no where.
This week, i have been mostly focusing winding up my things as i move to a new place next Saturday. Read couple of good Haiku's and other blogger posts that i follow. Sometimes, i just feel, i must read them and forget about putting my thoughts, for their experiences, whines, troubled thoughts make me feel full. Its their whines and lively conversations i feel i have better perspective than when i read books. Again, just my view, book readers, hands up to you!!! Just not my piece of page and read ;) I can't imagine boring my fellow travel mate on flight or Amtrak with an illusive novel and straight face drugged in it, while the mate makes obvious attempts to make some conversation to know me and my fantasies. I can't miss that hall of fame, where people willingly give ear to my outstanding and absolute nothings. I often reconnect with those travel mates, as i am often given visiting cards or contact details after our wesome journey, some have turned good friends over the period and others have just been a lonesome card in the dungeon of my purse. That reminds me, my gregariousness was mistaken by my other travel mate as a call girl last time i planned to travel in general coach while visiting my parents in India. Fun times, well, you know, you can't go right everywhere and with everyone. I had a short panic attack handling the situation, cultural intelligence is something you need to adopt when travelling was my lesson learnt.
Hope everyone is in the "pink" of their health. Isn't it strange you think of health when you are ill?
So, its been freaking Hot at my place, 97-110F temperature for 4 days at a stretch. Oh don't give me that eye saying that's normal in India thing! I will bang your head right there. Its HOT and trust it when an Indian says these two golden words, heat and tan. You can't wrong with those. For proof, i am 4 shades tanner than what i was last week, all thanks to the sun kissed weather, that i barely recognize myself as indian. I feel more like a red or say orange indian.
So, I went to Air Show this weekend. Its a great place to witness "The Men" in uniform. There is something with uniform and girl's fantasy that goes without saying :). If i had the art to sell the curiosity, i would have filled pages about it. So, when i am surrounded with men in blue, white and green (Airforce, Navy, Military) there is an immense flow of joy, pride and discipline in my skeleton that in other places and days would be just a good boy/girl's lookout. Seriously, haven't you felt the same when you are surrounded by such people? I have to admit stars have always fascinated me may it be in the sky, the one my kindergarten teacher gave on my assignment or on the uniform. Ahh, i used to take pride in the increasing # and colors of stars on my Dad's uniform. As a matter of fact, i love those stars on any man, but the feeling of mine ( as my Dad) still outweighs it. The synchronous march, formulation, salutation, ever longing spirit, mad dash parties, oh boy!!! Just love it, after all who doesn't like dignity, charm and fame? Again, i am the one who gets influence easily, but these Men, make me go woo whoooo!!! So, its a sheer joy to witness these Men even with the skin burning more than the jet bus 750HP exhaust and extending my eyes beyond the 20 degree radar of thunder birds. Oh did i mention, the mimic of Pearl Harbor attack being reenacted was something not to miss. At this time, i give a damn to the amount $$$ gasoline used for these shows, the pollution created due to artificial bombs and noise pollution. If for this experience, there would drought of gasoline and green house effect or some1 gets deaf, i would still say its Worth IT!!!
I have been to these shows in past, but the company of my beloved friends just makes it a thing to look forward every year. It is in abundance we forget the value of these beloved ones and the quality time we spend with them. I feel nostalgic at the end of such days when am all exhausted and its time to wave goodbye. I just don't wanna stay away from the "wesome" company. Its the charm of friendship, where we join dots out of no where.
This week, i have been mostly focusing winding up my things as i move to a new place next Saturday. Read couple of good Haiku's and other blogger posts that i follow. Sometimes, i just feel, i must read them and forget about putting my thoughts, for their experiences, whines, troubled thoughts make me feel full. Its their whines and lively conversations i feel i have better perspective than when i read books. Again, just my view, book readers, hands up to you!!! Just not my piece of page and read ;) I can't imagine boring my fellow travel mate on flight or Amtrak with an illusive novel and straight face drugged in it, while the mate makes obvious attempts to make some conversation to know me and my fantasies. I can't miss that hall of fame, where people willingly give ear to my outstanding and absolute nothings. I often reconnect with those travel mates, as i am often given visiting cards or contact details after our wesome journey, some have turned good friends over the period and others have just been a lonesome card in the dungeon of my purse. That reminds me, my gregariousness was mistaken by my other travel mate as a call girl last time i planned to travel in general coach while visiting my parents in India. Fun times, well, you know, you can't go right everywhere and with everyone. I had a short panic attack handling the situation, cultural intelligence is something you need to adopt when travelling was my lesson learnt.
