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30 seconds to mars

Aaaithalla ... anthu america ge bande ... a thing of dream proportions, but not really a dream.

From not boarding a flight in 24 years to 4 flights in 24 hours (ok i'm 25, but it sounds better) .. the excitement hid the strain called "jet lag" for the next 48 hrs. With my fears of over weight bagages now behind me, i was all ready to look down from the sky ... i liked it in the night. The only ones i made friends on this journey were my neighbours in seat from paris to atlanta, an old Romanian couple. Mostly sign language and helping tear open salted peanut packets for them. The Alps were a sight to watch ... it was hard to distinguish the snow capped mountain tips from the clouds ... "naa clouds can't be soo sharp, must be alps". I pity the pilots of trans-atlantic flights, for 10 hours all they get to see are clouds ... atleast we get to sleep.

"America is clean" - my first impression.

People here are very courteous ... they say hi and wish u even through their car while ur crossing the road. Atleast for the first 48 hours I felt very wierd ... reasonned out the hi's and hello's to .. "ahha they live lonely lives here, so they are making it up with strangers" ... i'll let time decide if this is true. Anyway, its a lot better than being cold to others ... good for you, America. Now I sport a smile to strangers too and trivial conversations are easy.

A lot can happen in a week! Yeah, I mean, I ate mexican, chinese, and everything between 2 pieces of bread. The rock show yesterday night was naughty good too ... drunk girls, crowd pushing jerks, unknown rock bands and hugs from strangers ... i missed the dance floors after the show cuz i had to get up at 6:30am for work. Next time. Oh yeah, I even booked an appartment for myself ... friends in strange lands are priceless.

Hmm heading to my first weekend ... I tend to think, you can't live here without those hi's and hello's to strangers.

Will keep ya updated if the dance floors thing works out next time :-) ... next time

- Raghu
(oh btw the subject line is the name of the rock bad that played yesterday)

Written on May 19, 2006 8:29 PM

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