Out from the fridge to the furnace,
that is how it is feeling to be back in Sydney
from Kathmandu. Looks like the heatwave here is
making people forget everythings else.
Fires are raging in Australia, people are being
burnt alive. Last night I put my fan directly
at the foot of my bed, I was still kinda sweating.
However, when I flew in here on a Feb night,
Sydney felt amazingly calm and smooth after the chaos
and confusions of Kathmandu. The flight
was smooth mostly, minus few turbulence as
we hit a series of water filled clouds over the
equator. And inspite of the dangers, listening to
the rain falling on top of the plane was fun,
sounded like any other tin roof top, easy
to forget that it was 40,000 feet above ground.
Kathmandu might be a hell hole for now due to
chaos, pollution and crisis, but still an awesome
place to be, very lively, easy to reach anywhere.
I feel previliged that I was born there.
Miss it a lot.
Being in Kathmandu is always a bliss; spiritual, mind
boggling, eletrifying and really good for your soul - things
that are not in plentiful in Sydney. With tall white mountains
surrounding you from up close and keeping a watch,
Kathmandu can feel like a permanent haven of excitement,
a sanctuary of Gods. Place where things really happen, not just
'might' happen. This time it was not much difference in that
aspect, I will always cherish my moments in the Himalayan
heaven - the fresh cold mountain breeze worth a billion dollars,
catch up with close mates, kings way, nanglo, Roadhouse cafe,
feeling the breaths of the Gods, laughs and smiles of the loved
ones (one new one in particular), my family, rekindling of
the past memories. All strengthened by the sense of
being loved and giving love in return.
Kathmandu was a joy ride for me, in spite of all the load sheddings.
dust, engine smoke, garbage, chaos and inconvenicnes.
Now, getting slowly soaked up in Sydney's mundane rat race
would be really difficult, starting with the perpetual truth of
fact for everyone here, getting a job. I might take it easy for
few days.
that is how it is feeling to be back in Sydney
from Kathmandu. Looks like the heatwave here is
making people forget everythings else.
Fires are raging in Australia, people are being
burnt alive. Last night I put my fan directly
at the foot of my bed, I was still kinda sweating.
However, when I flew in here on a Feb night,
Sydney felt amazingly calm and smooth after the chaos
and confusions of Kathmandu. The flight
was smooth mostly, minus few turbulence as
we hit a series of water filled clouds over the
equator. And inspite of the dangers, listening to
the rain falling on top of the plane was fun,
sounded like any other tin roof top, easy
to forget that it was 40,000 feet above ground.
Kathmandu might be a hell hole for now due to
chaos, pollution and crisis, but still an awesome
place to be, very lively, easy to reach anywhere.
I feel previliged that I was born there.
Miss it a lot.
Being in Kathmandu is always a bliss; spiritual, mind
boggling, eletrifying and really good for your soul - things
that are not in plentiful in Sydney. With tall white mountains
surrounding you from up close and keeping a watch,
Kathmandu can feel like a permanent haven of excitement,
a sanctuary of Gods. Place where things really happen, not just
'might' happen. This time it was not much difference in that
aspect, I will always cherish my moments in the Himalayan
heaven - the fresh cold mountain breeze worth a billion dollars,
catch up with close mates, kings way, nanglo, Roadhouse cafe,
feeling the breaths of the Gods, laughs and smiles of the loved
ones (one new one in particular), my family, rekindling of
the past memories. All strengthened by the sense of
being loved and giving love in return.
Kathmandu was a joy ride for me, in spite of all the load sheddings.
dust, engine smoke, garbage, chaos and inconvenicnes.
Now, getting slowly soaked up in Sydney's mundane rat race
would be really difficult, starting with the perpetual truth of
fact for everyone here, getting a job. I might take it easy for
few days.
