Howz me ?

Another day goes by in Waukegan, shrouded in the grayness of rains, and I wonder when shall I see a project after all ...
After spending a couple of months in candlewood suites here, we shifted to emhurst apartments on lakehurst drive. Its a nice 2-beddy and I got some furniture from CORT ... costing around 1000$. The house has a beautiful lake view.
Since Jan, there have been talks, decks and talks again and little else ... but the wallets are not opening, nah. The situation is grim, like the gray shroud, outside. Just yesterday Obama called for reducing tax benefits for companies who outsource their jobs. You are now immune to hearing of layoffs everyday, fellow mates, who have to bite the dust, at least for now. In the meantime, I got a netflix membership, atleast I can see some old hindi movies with Tanima, along with some of my old favourite movies.......

Landed in Lansdale ...!!

Early hours of 22nd September ... Mr and Mrs Mukherjee arrived at the Hilton Homewood Suites, Lansdale, in a Lincoln (costed a mere $260), from Newark after a gruelling 22 hours of journey from uptown Kolkata ... The lag had taken its toll, wide awake and no signs of imminent slumber ... we chatted, explored the lovely suite, watched the pool below, and were suddenly consious of the lack of noise, dust and of all humans .... I had to go to office the next day and that was not very amusing, given that I would be awake for more than 36 hours by the time I reach there ...

First things first .. I called up home and Mrs Mukherjee followed suit. The kitchen was picture perfect .. but somehow the ovens didn't work and we made some noodles in the microwave ...

We forced ourselves to sleep ... kept tossing and turning till the morning bathed in golden glory beckoned us to a propah american breakfast in the hotel lobby. The breathtaking view of the hotel then struck us ... it was really cool. The manic monday crowd had gone by our late post nine breakfast congregation ... we enjoyed the luxuriously fluffy omlettes and crushed apple juice ... perfect beginning to a perfect day ... or was it ?

on Lava .....

How I miss her gold tresses,
the white ribbon so carelessly tied,
the shapeless clouds slithering past dark blue sinewy pines,
the warm sticky liquid smile that spills over his webbed wiry wizened face, the saffron sunset over the yonder hills, covered in a dark veil of a new bride,
the taste of the steaming potato dish, with very white suji rotis, her simple way of introducing me to her family, how she is not good at numbers ...
i have forgotten the clutter, the daily junk in my office, my life's debris ... the pungent yet sweet smell of herbs unknown, yet so irrestibilly enchanting, they swear they don't know it exists, yet I can feel the beckoning,
in its wild aroma,
the arousing... the rivulet, gurgling crystal clear water, meekly chuckling on dark cold stones,
covered in vividly green velvet that blue bird,
how it ignored me completely, perhaps, waiting for its mate, those tiny picture perfect homes, gloriously perched on stilts, with flowery orhids, the family lazing way in sun, on the porch, little kids,
with half closed eyes and rosy cheeks,
the purity shining through their shabby yet gaudy clothes, those all knowing smiles, the mild scorn for the 'town' folks, the dark green shrubs, we call tea,
the dark red flowers on a clear blue sky,
by a drying river...
like god's own mosaic... in this big creation we call life ...!!