I was looking at this small kid who was in some mood for some mischief. Slowly as he saw his mother move away from him to sit on the bench, he decided to take a plunge into the fountain. It was for his poor mom, who had come down for a peaceful walk at the park and ended up chasing the notorious kid. In the last pic u can notice the hand of the kid's mother, running to pull him off the fountain.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Catch me before I jump!!
I was looking at this small kid who was in some mood for some mischief. Slowly as he saw his mother move away from him to sit on the bench, he decided to take a plunge into the fountain. It was for his poor mom, who had come down for a peaceful walk at the park and ended up chasing the notorious kid. In the last pic u can notice the hand of the kid's mother, running to pull him off the fountain.
Brooklyn Bridge
Manhattan Bridge
Lincon Tunnel
Finally!!
This was long long over due!! I finally got an internet connection at home! During the initial days, when I was working with AOL support, I used to get a lot of calls cursing Time Warner Cable, and guess what. I got Time Warner Cable for myself!!
How ironic...
Ok so now the post will get regular again.
How ironic...
Ok so now the post will get regular again.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The ice-cream truck
After walking for over a mile and a half over to the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge, I was a bit tired and wanted to eat something. Something that would fancy my craving for hunger and cool me too. That very instance, my eyes fell on this ice-cream truck. My happiness knew no bounds; it seemed liked the luckiest day of my life! I waddled my way to the truck, reaching for my wallet, only to realize... I was living on plastic money past few days, and had no bills or enough coins at my disposal.
The desire to get my chocolate ice-cream was slowly fading away in front of my eyes. The laziness of not withdrawing cash from the ATM was going to cost me, and cost me dear. Seemed liked I would not be able to fulfill my aspiration. Darkness dawned upon me and I fell back on the park bench, sad and dejected.
It’s not what the ice-cream can do for you, but what you can do to get an ice-cream. These great words echoed in my ears, the battle might be over, but the war had not yet been won. I sprang on my feet in quest for an ATM, in search of ‘Bank of America'. Battling through the park, dodging the playing kids and their dodge balls, I skimmed & scanned every nook and corner of every street and every possible red hooded shop to find the ATM

Within a few minutes I was standing in front of a main branch of ‘Bank of America’ at Church Street. It had over 3 ATMs. The place was deserted and bore a quite grim look, as though it had just been raided by the Pirates of the Caribbean. I flung open the door, caught hold of an ATM, swiped my card, punched my PIN **** and got 2 crisp bills of $20.
Grabbed my transaction receipt, rushed out, and crossed the streets, closely watching the 'WALK' signals for pedestrians. I ran back towards the ice-cream truck, being more familiar with the terrain now, I easily dodged the kids, and came to a screeching halt in front of the ice-cream truck.
Fate, fortune, good-luck, destiny, providence… nothing was on my side. The efforts of a fat man to eat an ice-cream were wasted. The trust in fairy god mother of ice-creams was lost forever. A tired man I was, who was tried and tested in tiring times, with the greed of laying his hands on a delicious cold soft ice-cream in a nicely baked waffle cone.
As I fell on my knees tired and broken, darkness surrounded me and this time for real… my dreams just melted away… And to rub salt on the wound the truck just stood there, with the windows closed. I sat there staring at the truck, in sheer anticipation, one day, the window will open and the ice-cream man will sell ice-cream again and I will get a bite of it…
The desire to get my chocolate ice-cream was slowly fading away in front of my eyes. The laziness of not withdrawing cash from the ATM was going to cost me, and cost me dear. Seemed liked I would not be able to fulfill my aspiration. Darkness dawned upon me and I fell back on the park bench, sad and dejected.
It’s not what the ice-cream can do for you, but what you can do to get an ice-cream. These great words echoed in my ears, the battle might be over, but the war had not yet been won. I sprang on my feet in quest for an ATM, in search of ‘Bank of America'. Battling through the park, dodging the playing kids and their dodge balls, I skimmed & scanned every nook and corner of every street and every possible red hooded shop to find the ATM
Within a few minutes I was standing in front of a main branch of ‘Bank of America’ at Church Street. It had over 3 ATMs. The place was deserted and bore a quite grim look, as though it had just been raided by the Pirates of the Caribbean. I flung open the door, caught hold of an ATM, swiped my card, punched my PIN **** and got 2 crisp bills of $20.
Grabbed my transaction receipt, rushed out, and crossed the streets, closely watching the 'WALK' signals for pedestrians. I ran back towards the ice-cream truck, being more familiar with the terrain now, I easily dodged the kids, and came to a screeching halt in front of the ice-cream truck.
Fate, fortune, good-luck, destiny, providence… nothing was on my side. The efforts of a fat man to eat an ice-cream were wasted. The trust in fairy god mother of ice-creams was lost forever. A tired man I was, who was tried and tested in tiring times, with the greed of laying his hands on a delicious cold soft ice-cream in a nicely baked waffle cone.
As I fell on my knees tired and broken, darkness surrounded me and this time for real… my dreams just melted away… And to rub salt on the wound the truck just stood there, with the windows closed. I sat there staring at the truck, in sheer anticipation, one day, the window will open and the ice-cream man will sell ice-cream again and I will get a bite of it…
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Time Square
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Spot the Bull
Liberty Island - Statue of Liberty.
Flying Catch
The Thinking Man
eXtended Stay America
The flight and Hethrow Airport
I guess the Indian airports should take some tips from them in commercialization.
The last one is my flight from Hethrow to Newark airport, the whole row was empty!! I enjoyed the flight. Saw "Departed", "Casino Royale", "The Incredibles" and slept for a long time...
The begining of a new era
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