Hong Kong blew my mind. Just returned after 9 glorious days during which I visited my old school and enjoyed the fundamental rights to ordinary life like paved roads, public transport and HBO movies with no ads. HBO movies with no ads? What are you saying? What are these words coming out of your mouth? In India, we can make dinner during commercial breaks.
Saw American Idol which I can't this side of the civilizational divide because it's on CBS Love, a channel Tata Sky will not deign to include in its packages. And I have to say, Nicki Minaj's nasal voice and diva performances on the judge's chair may just put the final nail in AI's coffin. The likely winner is Cree (and Keith Urban who's beyond cute in looks and persona) but I don't know that anyone cares.
Life, as everyone experiences first-hand, is not fair. While Bangalore is grappling with power cuts in literally breathtaking heat, in HK just taking a bus is an exercise in luxury travel. Yes, it's air-conditioned, too. If you're not in the mood to wait for the four minutes in between buses, take the metro why don't you, where they wisely have partitions in between the train and you. You can kill yourself in the subway in New York and London but the Chinese frown on such shenanigans.
The city is a dreamscape of towering buildings and the most serene neighbourhoods, or both at the same time; you'll find a Central Park lookalike where a turtle will bask on a rock in a pond overseen by the Koala buildings (an Aussie architect designed a complex to look like the bear is hugging the building, say no more).
Both a Faberge and Warhol exhibition are on as we speak, (there are locals there, not just tourists!), food is sublime and fashion as easy as grabbing a striped tunic off a street stall.
Right now, I'm checking Cathay Pacific schedules again like a secret addiction.
Saw American Idol which I can't this side of the civilizational divide because it's on CBS Love, a channel Tata Sky will not deign to include in its packages. And I have to say, Nicki Minaj's nasal voice and diva performances on the judge's chair may just put the final nail in AI's coffin. The likely winner is Cree (and Keith Urban who's beyond cute in looks and persona) but I don't know that anyone cares.Life, as everyone experiences first-hand, is not fair. While Bangalore is grappling with power cuts in literally breathtaking heat, in HK just taking a bus is an exercise in luxury travel. Yes, it's air-conditioned, too. If you're not in the mood to wait for the four minutes in between buses, take the metro why don't you, where they wisely have partitions in between the train and you. You can kill yourself in the subway in New York and London but the Chinese frown on such shenanigans.
The city is a dreamscape of towering buildings and the most serene neighbourhoods, or both at the same time; you'll find a Central Park lookalike where a turtle will bask on a rock in a pond overseen by the Koala buildings (an Aussie architect designed a complex to look like the bear is hugging the building, say no more).Both a Faberge and Warhol exhibition are on as we speak, (there are locals there, not just tourists!), food is sublime and fashion as easy as grabbing a striped tunic off a street stall.
Right now, I'm checking Cathay Pacific schedules again like a secret addiction.
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