notes to self

so here we are, (i am, the dilemma continues) three weeks from the last post. or was it more? indeed lost for all sense in time. wait lemme check.. ok so its 4 weeks.. ie the 6th week of spring is just about to begin.. and im no further than i was all that time back..

i dont know what i am trying to do.. reminds me of an older post i had in another blog altogether.. i dont feel like iterating myself.

and even though at this time writing the remainder of this post feels unimportant, irrelevant and inconsequential i will complete what i set out to do all those weeks ago.. use the notes i prepared for this blog.. i will use quotes at this time because i feel its not me who wants to say these things.. that is another issue i wanted to talk about.. the "its not me" feeling.. and as im about to type the rest of this sentence i recall another post in the same distant blog.. this time i will iterate myself. it feels like saying it out loud will make me more interesting or give me self-importance but i have diagnosed or prognosed myself as schizophrenic.. and THERE is the topic for my next post.. no one knows when that will come about..

but back to this post

so ever since i have set foot in this soil (defined Rochester) i have had to deal with a new culture altogether.. i will not call it a 'culture-shock' im not sure if it comes close even.
its just everything is different here apart from the obvious things like left hand drive and upside down switches and left hand flushes (amusingly recalled elsewhere).. not to forget snow.. in april even.

lets begin with the climate.. or seasons.. by now i have witnessed three of the seasons.. and experienced them like never before.. leaves falling by the tonnes in fall.. snow falling by the gazillion tonnes in winter.. and now the onset of spring.. its like how i read about in books or saw in movies.. the colours of autumn with the myriad shades of the leaves the brave ones on the trees and the resigned ones on the grass.. the use of leaf blowers by men to deal with this calamity of sorts.. the piles of leaves after they were done.. the urge to jump into them like calvin.. then after even the brave ones have fallen.. the snow.. light at first but then mid january the mountains.. sheer mountains of snow lining every road and parking lot.. snow knee deep where there was once flourishing grass everywhere.. again the urge to play and indeed acting on the urge.. playing in it with the pain of frozen hands later.. skating on ice.. skiing down hillsides.. all undreamt of in a land far away.. the cold.. the sheer cold.. the heaters in houses, college buildings and buses.. in cars and eateries..

(to be continued)