72 hours in Manhattan
72 hours in Manhattan
View from my hotel window |
The shrieking phone startled me
out of my sleep and I gingerly felt my way to the table in the darkness to
silence it. The clutter reminded me of the rustle I had heard during the night.
Still somewhat disoriented by jetlag, Mani had ordered a pizza sometime during
midnight and finished it. By the time I had found the annoying device (which I
generally like during my waking hours) beneath the debris of the package, it
had stopped the ruckus.
It was the car service centre in
Lucknow. They were not lucky to have Ms CP Bajaj as their geography teacher
(She was the first crush of most of the boys in my school and would have left
Sushmita Sen in Main Hoon Na way behind in beauty and poise) who had told us the
formula of night vs day to make it easy to understand that there was nearly a 12-hour
difference in East and West of the globe.
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I recently read that somewhere in
Germany an Indian lady was asked to show her Covid -19 vaccination certificate.
When she produced it, the woman at the counter looked carefully, peered at it
for a while and then refused to accept it. The reason she said was, “Your
photo on the certificate does not match your face.”
“But that is not my photo. That
is our Prime Minister’s photo,” said the Indian.
“Your PM’s photo on your
certificate? Never heard of it,” was the German lady’s reaction.
That story did not come to my
mind even when we entered the hotel restaurant for breakfast on our first
morning. The New York administration demands showing of Covid-19 vaccination
certificate before you enter a public place- restaurants, offices and
museums.
Asked to show the said
certificate, Mani produced the photos on his phone. The steward took one glance at
it and burst out laughing. “Oh, you are one of those people,” he said.
“One of those people?” we asked
in one voice to make sure it was not an insult.
“You are the only people who have
the President’s photo on the vac card.” he explained.
“You know that,” surprised I
asked as I corrected President to PM.
“Oh, I’ve seen it before,” he
dismissed it with a wave of his hand and a flick of his ponytail.
I was kind of pleased that we
were different from the rest of the world and that he would not ask us again.
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As you walk down a street, it is a khichdi (mix) of languages that filter into your ears. To me the US feels like a melting pot of cultures and ethnicities. It is no wonder then that it is not unusual to find an American breakfast, Italian and Mexican dishes for lunch and a choice of Asian food for dinner in a restaurant besides the regular steak, burger and veggies.
A rickshaw on a New York street. |
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Fortunately, the shower there was
simple. A couple of hotel rooms I have stayed in (even in India), had huge
panels on one wall to operate the shower. There were several knobs and one knob would spray water only in one direction. Only by maneuvering all of them would jets of water spray from all angles. I guess
one has to move in circles to get the whole body washed. Slowly over time,
however, salt deposits in those tiny holes block them, making the whole system
non-functional and then a tiny trickle of water drops on the floor and there is no
way to get out and call the plumber to rectify that.
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Returning from the Museum of
Modern Art (about that visit maybe next time)we decided to walk a few blocks to
savour the atmosphere. I enjoyed walking among the crowds hurrying back home
after work. The walk was going on fine till at one point, things seemed to be
standing still. Everyone was looking at a building across the road. Now I have no issues following the herd
sometimes, but Mani finds it difficult. I looked up at the building and a
circle of blinking lights seemed to be growing. I asked him if we could stop
for a while. The set of his chin (I am way shorter than him) was an indication
to otherwise, but people had their mobiles focused on the building. I stopped
and for the next few minutes, it was like a drama of lights unfolding. I stood
motionless, unblinkingly staring at the lights as they grew to larger shapes
and culminated into a scene on the façade. It must have taken only a few minutes but
I was unaware of the traffic on the road, the people, of my surroundings. In
fact, there was silence through the block as people peered through their phones
to take videos.
I might never shop at Saks Fifth Avenue – a luxury departmental store, but the display of light show was truly amazing and a novel experience for me. As we started to moved after the show, I heard a voice, “Never gets old,” an older man was saying to his wife as they walked away.
Saks Fifth Avenue |
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Any country I go to outside
India, I get the feeling that there are more cars and buildings than people.
The tall buildings seem to close down on the dark roads. But why do people call
them skyscrapers? You can still see the sky as it changes colour.
So I put my knitting aside,
placed a bookmark in Ek Gadhe ki Atamkatha (Autobiography of a Donkey) to
soak it all in.
It was a mere three days in the Big
Apple for me so maybe when I have more time, I would follow Hansel Aubert’s suggestion and cycle on
the pier the next time!
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to all of you |
- Anupama S Mani
Yes. Pheeki chai is no good. Ye gadhe kee atmakatha sach hai ya tongue in cheek?
ReplyDeleteEk Gadhe ki Atamkatha is a real book. It is a political satire by Krishan Chander in which he expresses his own views through a donkey.
DeleteOne of the pic shows a Cycle Rickshaw and NYPD car. It reminds me of Agra days and infact such conveyance is available in UP. Modiji pic on Vac card and people know him around the world. managing control panels in Bathroom is really difficult, I faced in Europe. Yes , more car and buildings then people. US must welcome few million Indians!
ReplyDeleteWaah!!
ReplyDeleteNice blog. Enjoyed your Khushwant Singh style humor.
ReplyDeleteYou may have missed one thing that makes New Yorkers famous. Their English vocabulary.
Imagine watching a freight train on a TV screen and your headphones are announcing fast wheel clutter of a superfast train. Out of sync? Yeah, that's how New Yorkers speak but their lips move differently.
Thank you for sharing!
You have truly written about knobs in bathroom.I have instead drenched myself many times in process to persuade water from the tap.:)
ReplyDeleteRib tickling as always !
ReplyDeleteInteresting snippets of the things tourists from India experience in US.
ReplyDeleteThe article conveys so much so simply and humorously.
ReplyDeleteI also have problems in most hotels with (1) Variety of switches, (2) Heating or AC, (3) Bathroom knobs, (4) Coffee machine (sometimes), etc.
ReplyDeleteYour account is entertaining: thank you!
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ReplyDeleteLove them or Loathe them:Tourists, whether from India to Anywhere or Anywhere to India, always have so so many experiences,
ReplyDelete......sorry, accidentally pressed the Publish button Ma'am, just like the buttons on the Coffee maker...... In good humour, the Photograph of our PM on our Vax Certificate is 'in itself a 'Booster' to be allowed entry without much scrutiny......what say.....
ReplyDeleterickshaw in newyork is interesting
ReplyDeleteinteresting blog. I think rickshaw is pulled by man not Battery operated
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Yes, the rickshaws are pulled by men. In fact, it took a few seconds to sink in otherwise I would have taken pictures of the decorated rickshaws.
DeleteSo interesting and full of humour.
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