does it happen to u?

Does it ever happen to you that you enjoy the memories more than the event itself? Every time I travel I feel that way. In 2003 went for a week long trip to Edinburgh - going by all the great things I had heard about the place it should have been all "ooh aah and this is like heaven" but the week went by quite undramatically. The cobbled streets, castles, islands and green meadows were definitely impressive but (ok, I am going to sound loony here) parts of Cheena peak hike are as impressive. I know I know, it's not just about the trees but the "cultural experience" .. see I told you it's hard to communicate this feeling...



No, I DO not belong to that species of "Jana gana mana" desis who sneer at all "wonders" here and claim that India has prettier places. I don't even want to go there. Even when I was in the unbeatably wonderful Chandratal lake the summer before Edinburgh, experiencing the lake was not as striking as reliving the expereince to missing -in-action friends later on. And the more I wrote and talked about it, the more I reminisced staring at the photographs - the more monumentally amazing the lake became in my head. I guess it's partly cos while I was there, the daily discomforts (of crapping on stones with limited supply of TP & sleeping in a tent with two snoring drunk men in sub zero temperature) overpowered the joy of "yippy I am at 15,000 ft next to a deep blue glacial lake with ulimited supply pf alcohol and nothing else!"




Edinburgh was relatively hassle-free but then there were these sleepless nights in the closet sized room and then the living room haunted by a dead cat which caused some misery (I swear I heard a cat mew every single night I slept in the living room, the sound coming from the fireplace and on the last night to make its presence felt it decided to jump and land on my tummy & No there were no cats in that inn just the pet cemetary next doors )

That reminds me - to digress totally from the topic of present vs memories- saw this spooky movie "Exorcism of Emily Rose" last week. I've been waking up at 3 am each night and sniffing around for any trace of a burning smell. thankfully nothing's happened as yet. I wonder if "believers" find the movie spookier?? It claims to be a true story - I don't think I am convienced(crossing my fingers while saying that cos I definitely don't want anything/one to convience me otherwise)

PS: As you can guess I just discovered that I can upload images on the blog - so showing off my techno skills with some snaps from C'tal and Edin HYUK HYUK so lame