Thames Pathway

"All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking..."
- Friedrich Nietzsche 

Yes it definitely is, for some reason from my childhood I always loved walking... I think it was my grandpa who inculcated that habit in me
I have learnt so many things discussed so many things while I have walked a million miles with my grandpa...

And now that even DH loves walking, its kind of an added advantage for me to walk to wherever and whenever possible... Talk every possible thing under the sky... discuss, argue, debate and eventually fight... and return home with a zipped mouth.

Of all the places and the routes, we both love to walk along the "Thames path" in London, near the Tower bridge, walk along the River Thames running on one of our sides... This path covers almost 50-60% of our office route.. so we walk along this path in the mornings provided we really do a marathon in getting ready ;) and also when we really need a break and a relaxing evening...see the lights and their reflection on the Thames, the majestic Tower Bridge, the people, the crowded pubs... all together to experience a painfully beautiful winter (of course during winter)

Early morning walk is the best one, we reach this pathway in no time...about 15min from my place, the path which leads to this Thames path itself is so very enchanting, the houses around are so beautiful, each and every house has a lovely garden with beautiful and colourful flowers... and on to the other side there is this sparkling River running...calmly and silently...from where you could see the gigantic Tower Bridge and couple of other huge, tall buildings, and there is a path way where most of the bollywood movies are shot, the pathway looks very antique and is basically a stone pavement, which gives the glam and is surrounded by the old British to modern high class pubs...and a few steps more and there it is the class in itself.. artistic the mighty Tower Bridge... I just cant get enough of it, the very sight Tower Bridge on River Thames... I can just keep staring at it.. lost somewhere...its a pleasant feeling to be there...

I see the commercial window cleaners cleaning the tall building's window panes,I have always wondered, what a technology - they invest on a big architecture buildings and then they invent machines and create jobs to clean them... well there is nothing wrong... there is no end to man's invention and thinking! 

Passing through different kinds of people some in black suits, some jogging and some ladies in the pencil tip heels walking merrily ... further as I walk along I see this huge ship, I always used to wonder about it, what it does standing there... on the Thames attracting so many people, until I got to know that it was Britain's naval heritage ( which is associated with world wars)

As I move along to reach the London Bridge, I smell the hot air coming out of a cellar, then I realize its the fitness first - for which I have been subscribed for a year but hardly use it :( having the guilt I walk past to see on my right people walking on the London Bridge - they all look like black ants walking one behind the other busily making their way out... and also the St Paul's tomb... as I climb the stairs to actually connect to London Bridge, that ends my walk on the Thames path... and then I get out of the lovely morning walking mood, hurriedly walk - almost jog ;) to make it to work on time!

Life! must go on...

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. 





Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?

What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?

A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,

Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.

I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.

It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells

I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.

Not a cranky old man .

Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Courtesy: Facebook 

Floral Evening!

Lion King Musical!

It was Nuthan's idea to go to this show, and I was the one so reluctant , coz I was so sure of it either would be too kiddish or a flop...or I would fail to relate the musical to the actual Lion King story...
It all happened because Lion King musical is so popular here...posters and ads at many places in London for example: most of the London Underground stations have their posters, and also many other busy areas...
This made Nuthan curious and urged him to book the tickets finally for a show on saturday, which came as a surprise to me on a friday evening!

I really never had any expectation, in fact was prepared for a boring rigid show... but was happy to go out for to do something new and experience the Lyceum Theatre - where Lion King musical show was on.
Apparently this show has been there since 1990 and is still on... :) We took a direct bus from the place where we stay, reached there at the Lyceum Theatre on time, Nuthan quickly collected the tickets from the box office and we were directed to our seats.

It was just too many stairs we climbed and climbed for about 4 floors and finally reached the entrance of the auditorium.
As we walked in we could see a refreshment bar, where everybody were scattered and chit chatting, they were all eager to get in for the show, so were we... finally got inside the auditorium!
I say, it was an amazing victorian style, rustic looking auditorium - probably a true auditorium, it was really a class..the interiors was really so well planned, and the spacing and the elevation between two rows were so appropriate and perfect, that all 2100 people could see the show without being interrupted by anybody's head coming in their way! The theatre in itself was marvellous...

The show was about to begin, everybody was in their seats busy operating their flashy shutters... n we saw that there was no seat left empty!
this kinda gave an impression to me that the show would definitely be a good one... Finally the lights of the auditorium went down as the stage curtains rolled up, layer by layer...

I just did not realize how 2.30 hours just went...puppetry was simply great and the sets looked so very original.
There was African Tribal singing in between which did not have the lyrics which I understood, but the tune and the emotions did depict the scene, it was stupendous!
story was engrossing, costumes were brilliant, every body on the stage probably had the Lion King in their blood, they were too good!
I was literally taken away from the city of London to a jungle for this 2.30 hours... :)

I thoroughly enjoyed my saturday evening...One of the amazing shows I have ever seen! Thanks to my DH :)

Thaye Yashoda and Muddu Krishna!

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