Hanauma Bay in Oahu, Hawaii greets you with a dash of bright green and blue and sends gusty winds to give you company. And then when you see the boundless ocean, it sends small waves and if you continue standing there for some time, the waves splash against the mountain in such a way that the scene spans the summits of your mind. Slowly and steadily, it casts a spell on you so strong that even if you are restless in your rest, you will yield to its vibrancy.
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The incandescent Sunday morning of 7th December, 1941 on the shores of O’ahu started like any other day but ended in despair. The morning stillness was broken by the roar of Japanese aircrafts. It was a surprise military strike by the Japanese Navy against the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii territory. “Tora! Tora! Tora!” were the Japanese code words that signaled the surprise is complete; The first wave of low flying planes attacked just before 0755 and the second wave struck an hour later. By 0955 the attack was over and so were the lives of thousands. Today, 7th December, 2016, exactly 75 years after the attack, I am remembering the day of infamy.
It’s autumn now; days of misty mornings, soothing cold, refreshing and sporadic rains and shades of red, vermilion and gold leaves blowing in the wind. It feels dramatic. It reminds me of my visit to the Princeton University Campus during one such fall.
These are the days of delight as well as dread. New country, new home, new paths and new ways of life are creating a layer of intrigue inside, yet craving for the shores of Lake Geneva in Lausanne, Switzerland. While my mind was busy in a continuous process of attachment and detachment, I went to say hello to the pacific in Santa Cruz, California.
After spending an exciting night in Hualapai Ranch in Grand Canyon, we started for Las Vegas the next day afternoon. We reached Las Vegas by evening. After relaxing for a couple of hours in our hotel (Excalibur), we were ready to explore the charming and glittering night in Vegas.
Few more hours and 2014 will bid adieu to 2013. Time for new resolutions and new dreams. I believe one of the finest blessings of our existence is the ability to read and gain knowledge. To me books are my most precious companion, powerful solace and my true delight. I always exchange my vacant, intellectual and blank solitudes with books and only books (though nowadays with my kindle – thanks to the technology)!! Today I decided to take my readers to a paradise where the most precious treasure is knowledge. Come and explore with me the main library of Princeton University (also called the Firestone Library) – an abode of books.
Few days are left for Christmas. I wanted to present to my readers a tale of a place which is full of life and in perfect harmony with the mood of celebrations in this festive season. I decided to write about the Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, USA. Lovely smells of seafood all over the street, people from different parts of the world, different shops for various souvenirs, cute Sea Lions, large ships, wonderful white birds, cable cars (manually operated) and of course the seaside generates energetic vibes in abundance, making the Fisherman’s Wharf a happening and enchanting place to relax, to mix with the crowd and to enjoy.
One of the open secrets of nature’s pace is patience. I realized this when I saw the Grand Canyon.