On a rainy afternoon, the icy remains were getting washed off the rocky gorges...little streams were giving way to slender waterfalls...and the brooks flowed with a renewed vigor. Yesterday afternoon, when I was activating my debit card, the person at the other end inquired - 'How do I like it in Ithaca?' I replied that it is indeed wonderful. Taken aback, he was quite amused at my liking for this little hamlet in the middle of nowhere. He went to the extent of remarking that'it doesn't even have any proper shopping malls.'
I should have expected that from an official who works for a banking company. Moreover, I hadn't done much to tell him what is so wonderful about this piece of land in upstate New York. I don't know how good of a job I would have done in infusing a pint of the spirit that excites me about Ithaca. And, that got me thinking... the thought process found its vehicle during a conversation with Platinum over lunch.
I cannot help but go back to my realization that it is the musings of the bass which appeal to me the most in any situation. It is those notes of the bass that make life at Ithaca not wonderful but magical even at greater than 10k miles away from homeland.
The bass lies not in those magnificent waterfalls but in the sound of ripples on its rocky bed... it's not in the snowscaped hills that stretch far and wide but the miniscule fractals that rest on cedar leaves once the sun beams... it's not in those never ending ping pong sessions rather those heart beats that race when the ball pecks the top of the net, only to give way to a "sorry" call... it's not in continuous drizzles but in the faces that beam under one umbrella... it's not in the tough challenges that a coursework poses but rather in the passion of the instructor... it's not in all those lunch outings but in the anticipation for it... it's not in those long drives in the night rather in the reflection of city lights on the Cayuga on your way back... it's not in the weekend 'adda' sessions where all of us blabber ad infinitum but in those few moments which occur where we communicate in the silence that transpires between the souls!!
I should have expected that from an official who works for a banking company. Moreover, I hadn't done much to tell him what is so wonderful about this piece of land in upstate New York. I don't know how good of a job I would have done in infusing a pint of the spirit that excites me about Ithaca. And, that got me thinking... the thought process found its vehicle during a conversation with Platinum over lunch.
I cannot help but go back to my realization that it is the musings of the bass which appeal to me the most in any situation. It is those notes of the bass that make life at Ithaca not wonderful but magical even at greater than 10k miles away from homeland.
The bass lies not in those magnificent waterfalls but in the sound of ripples on its rocky bed... it's not in the snowscaped hills that stretch far and wide but the miniscule fractals that rest on cedar leaves once the sun beams... it's not in those never ending ping pong sessions rather those heart beats that race when the ball pecks the top of the net, only to give way to a "sorry" call... it's not in continuous drizzles but in the faces that beam under one umbrella... it's not in the tough challenges that a coursework poses but rather in the passion of the instructor... it's not in all those lunch outings but in the anticipation for it... it's not in those long drives in the night rather in the reflection of city lights on the Cayuga on your way back... it's not in the weekend 'adda' sessions where all of us blabber ad infinitum but in those few moments which occur where we communicate in the silence that transpires between the souls!!
Some might feel that spending 9 months in a city might be slightly premature to come up with the above write up... I guess that is the most significant number of months that any one of us spends since our inception - in our transformation from a lifeless mass into a human being!!
Best...
Carbide
