Corning glass museum, New York

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Holden Caulfield’s New York

March 1, 2013 § 3 Comments


Every time I pass a frozen pond and ducks I can’t help but wonder what do the ducks do in cold freezing winters. And then I read Catcher In The Rye. Holden Caulfield wonders the same I found out.

After years of somehow missing out on reading it I bought Catcher In The Rye off of amazon. I know I am repeating myself but did you know… USED BOOKS COST LIKE HALF OF KINDLE/NEW BOOKS . Its crazy. I got three books in twenty dollars. Does anyone else get a kick out of book ownership? I definitely do. My book owning joy = having a new car. I open the book, smell it, always face a dilemma as to where to put my name – the utterly blank first page or the page with the title and almost always decide on the latter.

SO, while reading Caulfield’s journey Trenton to Manhattan I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and delight as I thought I have been here – all these places he is talking about. Unfortunately no one was around or I would have blabbered jumping up and down about it. But it was a delight to read about the places in 1951. Comparing the views we see now to those in Salinger’s book one can’t help but wonder how time passes changing things and yet keeping them static in a grander version. These places are key to Holden’s journey. They set the mood and the environment for his monologue. The pond in central park, Phoebe’s carousel, the Penn station, the Rockefeller plaza (!) , the train journey…

How we put grand projections on inanimate things! Just because it has a history or a context other than ours, just because it’s in someone’s story , fictional or otherwise ; makes it special. But then why not! Why not indulge in romantic grandeur and escapism if it makes you squeal in delight!

And we are back to ducks… and I found a really nice video and also an article you would like.

DO, DO read the book. It is delightful and different. More like a stream of consciousness monologue… an interesting read.



Radio City music hall, NY

December 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

All decked up for Christmas… Holiday season in NY is heavenly!!



New York

November 28, 2012 § 2 Comments

New York taking inspiration from Puneri Patya? Lol. There was a show going on on the side and instead I notice this.

The extreme lack of parking in NYC and exasperated officials putting up exasperated signs!

Cloud city at The Met, NYC

October 22, 2012 § 2 Comments

Cloud City – installation on the roof of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY.

Tomás Saraceno’s piece is currently installed on the roof of the Met Museum and I had the chance to look at it. (i.e, while visiting the museum, the full post on that will be put up after I load the pictures) It was my very first experience with installation art of any kind. This particular piece was very much amusing to look at or even be inside… they have timed tickets and 15 people are let in at a time. It is like a a cluster of geometric chunks. Rather, the reflective sides show chunks of very different spaces around. One will reflect central park, the other will reflect 5th Avenue, some next to it will reflect the sky above and one will invariably reflect you. It is most definitely a fun piece to watch. Especially at the time of sunset. Grab a drink and take a stroll on the roof.

I, for one, loved the view from the top instead. The sun shining through cracks in the urban jungle and falling on the treetops of Central Park. Fall in its full glory!

Me and him. And the others in the back!

of little girls in pink frocks

September 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Little girls make the world a better place. They have the innocence you wish never goes away… If you have a daughter, niece, little sister you would know…! I saw this sweet one near new york Reminded me of Norah Jones’ song Seven Years.

The song is called Seven Years and goes something like-

Spinning, laughing, dancing to

Her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she’ll sing her song to anyone
That comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin’ to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That’s all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
Favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she’s all alone

towards New York

September 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

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