Humbling Experience

This humbling experience has broughten me bliss
So many things are just best left unsaid

And will you not know what to say
To whatever gets your heart someday

He grew up looking at the world in awe. Inspired by its actions, and the freshness of it all. He took it all as a challenge, and rose on the surfboard of life, as the waves got larger. The water got deeper, and the waves lashed harder, but confidently he strode on; never looking back.

Soon, the pools turned into the sea, and the sea into oceans. The confidence from successes in smaller environments drove him on. Slowly, the waters turned harsh, storms began brewing, and the new hostile territories encompassed him. He fought for balance, and somehow clung on.

The tropical storms upgraded themselves, and the environment launched at him. Thats where he lost balance. In the water, he discovered the skill of swimming, not as fast paced as his original mode of transport, but it kept him moving nontheless. To move was the only way to survive in these waters. The body had to stay warm agains the ice cold of the water.

The time has come, however, to get back on the board. The waters may be hostile, but to succumb is not an option. A short reprieve from the onslaught and he will back on his feet again, having adapted to this new world.

The Big Apple

A city with purpose; With focus. The most populous city in the country, yet doesnt feel that way. A casual walk in the hustle of life early Friday morning. A morning stroll through the heart of the working district, and the suited armies marched on, unblinkingly, with their venti cups of Starbucks firmly grasped in their hands. No looking around, its the walk of a soldier, ready to take on the world for the day.

A city of routine. As I sat sipping my coffee, working on some papers, a few routines were spotted. Every hour on the half hour, sort of like the news, Starbucks would fill up with customers trying to get their caffeine kicks. The caffeine that would keep them ticking through the day. Fifteen minutes later, the coffee drinkers are gone, and the smokers emerge. Every hour, three fourths past the hour, and there you have people puffing away. The same people.

And then it was meeting time.

Meetings, done, it was time to go uptown a bit. 95th Street. Check in to, as my friend AV called it repeatedly, a dump. Not bad for the price we were paying to be staying in Manhattan, however. A short rest, and off we were to midtown. So that I could do the "touristy things."

Times square, union square, East Side.

And then a stroll.

Next morning, the mecca of the city, the Apple Store. :D Jam packed, but a nice experience.

So hows is the city? A city of drive, of goals. A city that reminded me of a place. A city with a life, and it truly never sleeps. Its a great city!