Blogging Boston - 3

Good ol' Tom.

I stay on the sixth floor of a pretty nice apartment here in Boston, overlooking the Boston Harbour. Across the road that is right in front of my window lies an expanse of water that separates Logan Airport from Boston City. Boats, schooners, yachts and launches dot the harbour, making their leisurely way from shore to shore.

Once I'm back from work, and from walking around Boston city - and that is a very nice thing to do, walk around Boston city - there is pretty much nothing to do at home. There are no roommates to chat with, and while you can speak to the folks back home, there is an inevitable feeling of loneliness.
So far, it isn't depressing - but still, you end up wishing that there was someone you could talk to.
So more often than not, I kick back with a novel and a glass of juice, and read the book, and look out the window. And enjoy the solitude.
Also, on the TV that is in the apartment, these is this channel that plays classic rock through the day. There are no advertisements, there are no jockeys, there is no programme. One song plays after the other, ad inifnitum.

Naturally, that channel is on pretty much all the time out here.

And so the other day, in the evening, while I was reading Broca's Brain, by Carl Sagan, and drinking my juice, and looking out the window here in Boston, that channel played "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin. It's a Brit band that has some truly memorable hits.

And naturally enough all that Kulkarni could think of was a little hole in the wall just off Brigade Road, back home in Bangalore.

:)

An Indian, here in Boston, MA, USA, while listening to a Brit band called Led Zeppelin, is reminded of a pub back in Bangalore.

Good ol' Tom Friedman seems to have hit the nail on the head, no?