Obsession with Niagara continues

This was my 6th visit to the Niagara Falls since I've been in the US - just a little over a year. Each one has been quite different from the others. Each time with different company. The only constant thing is my obsession with the river.

This visit marks the end of a glorious summer... a few of the best 4 months of my life... a summer that started out with anticipation, leading to trepidation, merriment, care-free-ness, joy and sheer bliss - a second childhood.

Summer's ended. But does everything end here? Hope not...

Surviving?

I just read this article about Henrietta Lacks who's cells have survived for decades after her death and is apparently extensively used in laboratories to this day.

Set me thinking... What does it really mean to be alive? Is it sufficient if your cells survive? After all, physically, aren't we made up of an assorted array of cells?

Summer of 2008

The changing seasons have brought about a change in perspective. Never imagined one's mood could be so dependent on weather.

Blurring of Borders - The blue skies and the blue seas
(View from aircraft, enroute Chicago - Buffalo)

Here's to the Summer of 2008!!

Guess ?

Hoarding in Pondicherry (2-Jun-2008)

So what...?

Lake LaSalle, North Campus, Buffalo, NY

So what if I'm all the way across the globe from where I was less than a year ago? The things I like haven't changed one bit. So what if I dont have a bike to ride anymore? I have a lake right on campus. So what if I can't get the thrill of riding without a helmet? The cool breeze ruffles my hair and follows me everywhere on campus. So what if I cant do the things I was so used to doing back home? The forbidden pleasures are the norm out here. So what if I can't meet the people I grew up with? The people here are the ones who're building their lives with me.

Am I displaced? Do I miss home? Do I think this is better? I don't know. How can you possibly compare two complementary scenarios?