The London Post: Part 4

It’s been two weeks and I have a feeling that I am going to like this place. It was a blast this weekend. Went to the Tower of London and Madame Tussaud’s with Charles. If I haven’t mentioned him before then let me do so now. Charles is my saviour in London. When it comes to cooking or showing me around this place, Charles goes to great lengths (he’s short but by Jove can he stretch! :P). Sometimes I feel that he knows the city better than the Old Prince himself. He’s currently trying to teach me the fine art of cooking but I guess he’s understood by now that some things are better left alone.


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The London Post: Part 3

“London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady.”

I loved the tune when young. I hum it sometimes now. I sure do hope that it doesn’t happen. I haven’t gotten to see it yet.

Hays Galleria.















Oxford circus.







Piccadilly circus.











My first phoren weekend. L-O-V-E-L-Y. See the pics. They speak.



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The London Post: Part 2

Office. Canary Wharf. London port area. Big tall buildings, 30-40 stories each. Steel and glass. I work on the 24th floor in one of those. Let’s leave out the details here because I don’t find what I do here least bit interesting. Only good thing, I get in at 9:30 and get out by 5:30 and nobody makes me stay any longer. Cheers to that!



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The London Post: Part 1

When I arrived at the Gatwick airport on the night of 5th September, I found a Mercedes waiting to pick me up. London. I liked the welcome. It wasn’t as cold as I’d expected. It was mildly cold and very pleasant. It was a long ride from the airport, which was far from the heart of the city, to my apartment in Camden Road. The guy who’d come to pick me up had a funny accent and I wondered whether he was English. Turned out that he was Polish. He didn’t talk much and was happy to stand aside while I shoved my luggage in the trunk.


When I got down in front of my apartment it was 10 at the tops but the place seemed sound asleep. I’d noticed that as my car drove inwards towards the city, the shops had already begun to close. There was no one around to greet me at the flat (I’d been warned that it could be the case given the late hour), so I got into my room and slept. I remember waking up early the next morning (guess my body still ran on IST) and feeling, well, alone and not very nice. I didn’t need to go to office till noon that day and hence I decided to stroll around a bit, explore the area. It did me good. As soon as I’d stepped on the street I felt cheer return to my cheeks. The sun was up high and it was perhaps the best time to be in London, the end of summer.


Camden Road is part of the Camden town. It hasn’t got the city rush. Instead it is full of 3-4 storied apartments and standalone little cottage houses. And they are beautiful. As I made my way through the alleys and stony lanes (and some footpaths were carpeted with grass!), I spotted little brown-wood-n-stone churches and cosy little bars and bistros. I had to move to another apartment later that very day, so I took in the feel of that little town as much I could.
Then I took a cab and went to office.



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Away from Home

It is funny the way you think you are certain about some things, that you know you’d not easily change your opinions about them, that you’d seen enough of them; and then suddenly you change your mind. It happens to everybody. It has happened to me before. It has happened to me again.

This is how I begin blogging about London. Through a change of perceptions. Of how things are, and how they seem.