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The Boomerang - A Pause, a reflection and…





One should not hold on to stuff that one needs to let go. I know I want to let go of a lot many things and honestly speaking, I am working on changing and that's why I am writing this series. I want to be able to release all my anxiety and just enjoy my existence. I am enjoying the process of figuring all this out. It's just takes time. Eventually I'll get my thoughts, emotions and life aligned.
Too much philosophy??? Okay, I will get right to the story now!!!


That' s me gulping down a burger at Sydney airport

It was a bit of a drizzle when I stepped out to get a taxi. Searching for the taxi stand, I started walking. There were so many cars going out and coming in; all big ones. I couldn't figure out which a taxi was. I thought about how easy it was to spot an auto in India (Black and yellow, not so mellow). A couple of cars just drew close and stopped. Both had taxi caps!! Voila!!  I gave him the address and told him I had only US currency with me. He thought for a long time and then nodded. I knew what he was thinking but then, he didn't seem queer. So I hopped in blissfully, for the first time breathing in a bit of Sydney.

A lucky shot... took it from inside the taxi ...great bike and great bike gear!!! 


Pictures are my memories - taken on the way to the city from airport


Like a kid going to Disney land for the first time, I was thrilled. That cheery moment is still fresh in my mind. As usual, when I am excited, I don't observe much. So the journey of how my taxi entered Sydney Central Business District is a blur. It is crazy how the taxi driver asked for a whooping 60 US dollars and I gave it to him without any questions. No doubt the journey was long but never expected it to be that expensive. Oh, come on, don't be a miser, I said to myself and entered the most ravishing building in the Kent Street, Sydney – The Meriton Kent.

The aura was foreign to me. It must be the scent of some expensive freshner, I had mused. All this while did I mention I was holding 2 big suitcases and a duffel bag and a hand bag with just 2 hands??? Yes, as soon as I realized it, I dropped them off in the entrance and walked briskly to the reception. As the queue faded, I faced a lovely lady with a bright smile. She asked me how she can help. I told her. I was asked to pay first. It was a business trip or should I call it "an onshore assignment”and I had to pay a percentage of the lodging costs. I showed a "Well-Well-Of course-why not?!’ expression similar to that of Rowan Atkinson in ‘Bean’ and dug my bag. With great style, I gave her my Forex card, you should have seen the pride on my face.

Man only proposes, and who disposes? …  Yes, that's exactly what happened, the warmth in the receptionists smile faded and she told me that my Forex card didn't work. And and and I had only 30 dollars left. A perfect “Nani nani boo boo” moment. OKAY. I literally grew weak on my knees wanting to drink some water. I excused myself and let the shock sink in. Then came the challenge of finding a phone booth, calling my manager and get back to Meriton and all this by a direction-incompetent me.


Simply, Sydney - Picture taken by me from the circular quay late October 2010

The traffic signals were so tourist friendly; I called up my manager from a borrowed mobile of a kind-hearted gentleman and  I'd be allowed to get inside my apartment in Meriton without paying the bills that day, or at least that moment. I thanked my stars and all those who helped me and got in. It was the 14th floor. My adrenaline rush came to a stop and I felt like crashing that moment. But can a broke person afford a shut-eye? No way. I called up my boyfriend (now-husband) from the apartment telephone and told the story.
You know why I thanked my stars? It was my birthday that day– October the 12th 2010 and I shall remember that day forever.

A pause, a reflection and a memory!!!  Thanks for that, Sydney!!!




A vivid flower in full bloom, gave me a warm welcome - Pic taken by me


Thanks for reading!!!  I did take my luggage from the entrance to my apartment :)

Comments

  1. nice to read something written by you after a long time roh! keep writing more!

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  2. ahhh as I read this.. I could imagine how you would have felt :D we are like destiny's favorite 'prank' child :P kuch na kuch gadbad hota rehta hai :P

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  3. When I took possession of the Rolex Submariner,a couple things jumped out at me. First, and this is always nice to find, it had its original Origina Replica Breitling Twinlock crown (Triplocks came later at around the 3M serial number). So many 1:1 Replica Rolex Watches have lost their original crowns to Triplocks along the way,In a weird twist of irony, the Omega Watches Robert-Jan wrote about from this year’s Baselworld contained a Cyclops for the first time in its history. Hermes handbags , in its self-pronounced desire to push innovation.

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