After the run, I went to the river to read up on the week’s global news on my Economist. There were more canoes, kayaks and tubes in the river today than I have ever seen. Truth be told, I was pretty jealous that I do not have a canoe or kayak.
Folks with inflatable kayaks, what is your experience with it? I need something easy to store and easy to carry in my small car.
The good news is that I got 10 hours of road time with Niki. The bad news is that means my car is still sitting at the airport. Instead of bothering Sharmila and Nikita to take me there, I decided to change up my life a little and take public transportation.
Had to start from the very basics – like downloading the app to catch a bus and all that. The bus stop is about a couple of minutes walk from my house. Loved that journey. This is the second time I took MARTA bus. Being able to see all the familiar scenes, except now I am much higher and have long glass window panes was inexplicably exciting. Experiencing the bus stop to drop off or pick up a passenger and even watching how each passenger go thru the decisioning process of which seat to take was strangely enjoyable. But the best part was speeding down the highway!!!
The train journey – which should have been even more interesting – was marred by the fact that I quickly became queasy. Both Niki and I suffer from car sickness. One of the rare times when I had taken Marta train in the past, it was so bad that I had to get off at a station and take the next one after stabilizing myself.
Maybe I should go around in the buses randomly just to … you know, ummm…for no particular reason at all.
By the way, the street you see in the picture is where I live.
My school friend – Sanjay Saha – recently introduced me to the Bangla Band – “Joler Gaan”. I did not know of them. But very nice renditions of Bengali folks songs.
পরের জায়গা পরের জমিন, ঘর বানাইয়া আমি রই
আমি তো সেই ঘরের মালিক নই
“Porer jaga porer jomin, ghor banaiya aami roi
Ami to sei ghorer malik noi”
The folk song muses that nothing is really ours. We build “our” house on “our” land… and yet, nothing really is “ours”.
