Fresh and New

Hope the New Year bloomed fresh and new for all like these Tulips.

Some respite…

Finally, after almost a week of gruelling heat (close to 33 degrees for 5 days continuously), there was some wind today. Every single person I have met so far did not fail to tell me how they absolutely loved the Sun and the weather. When I tell them that I haven’t and how I wish that it wasn’t so hot, they are surprised. Surprised that coming from a tropical place I find the heat unwelcoming. The summer heat here is different to the summer heat in India. I feel like I am much closer to the Sun here in this part of the world when compared to the Asian peninsula. I have never liked the summer heat anywhere. In India, I used to have fans in all the rooms and they used to be switched on non-stop. There aren’t any fans here. We got one for our flat, but there isn’t any in the school and it isn’t air conditioned. The staff room was like a furnace this week. Being on the top floor did not do us any favour. Wasn’t I glad to see some clouds and the wind along with some warmth today. I don’t mind the Sun, as long as it comes with some wind. People keep telling me that I should enjoy the Sun in this country when it is out and about since it is quite rare. But I have been here almost 6 months and I am kind of OK with the weather. Makes for a nice change with the slight chill in the air all the time when compared to the Bangalore weather. It does hurt my sinus sometimes but with the heat comes the hay fever and that doesn’t help me either. Someone said that the winter is better because you can add layers of clothes to feel warm. In the case of summer, you can only not wear so many clothes. You would end up still feeling all hot, humid and irritated. I totally agree. Hopefully, the rain that is predicted for the weekend will cool down the temperatures a bit.

Wordless Wednesday 

The Molecular Shape of You (Ed Sheeran Parody)

Loved it. Had to share it 😉 Enjoy!!! 

Raths and Rage

Yesterday we had been to the Rath Yatra organised by ISKCON in London. It started from Hyde Park and ended at Trafalgar Square. We were there until the raths crossed Picadilly. That itself took around 2 hours. It was my first time and the energy and the unity were astounding. I loved how everyone irrespective of caste, creed, nationality, colour, and race joined in what they believed and brought joy not only to themselves but also to the people who were watching them too.

At the same time, India-Pakistan match was going on. We heard a few of them talking about it on the way. By the time we were heading back home, we knew that it was a lost cause for India. We already have enough reasons to disrupt the peace and harmony of any place. We don’t need sports as a reason. The best team won. Sports is all about sportsmanship. No point showing your hurt by raging against the team who won. Whoever it might be. That’s so shameful. I was reminded of Hermione’s quotes when I read that news article.

“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.”
She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.
“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game isn’t it?”
“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.”
“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend on Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”

It is just a sport after all. 🙄