Tuesday, November 09, 2004

A (small) tale of two cities

The day after we booked ourselves into our rooms, it snowed in Broomfield, Colorado.
It was a gentle, soft welcome. Not cold. By next morn, it was white all around. It was as if the white of the mountains had gotten away from its normal domain and spread itself everywhere. Like when you flood fill a figure with a colour but there is a small gap and the colour overflows? (I can’t help it – limited non-techie experience :)

Broomfield itself is very clean. Great roads, big shopping malls, restaurants. There is even a colourful shuttle that runs all around the shopping area – for free. It all gives a very movie-set/comic-book effect to life here. But not because it is gay and all - just that it is not very real.

Now, Boulder seems to be quite the American town to me. Yeah, my only gyaan is from movies and books - but so what!? it did look like cary grant would walk out of any of those buildings in a suit and a hat :)
More people. lots of people cycling. lots of student junta around the Univ. area (duh!)
More trees! Is that what’s giving me the feeling of reality as opposed to Broomfield?

i walked around a lot but didn't have time for the famous Pearl St. mall. that's b'coz i caught the cult movie-mentary _What the bleep do we know_ - about Quantum physics and thoughts and our brain and so many important things.
it's not *great* movie making but when the content is so bleeping good, the form can be ignored a little :).
Which, incidentally, was the case with a girl i met at Boulder bus station. Not many girls make so much sense in life. Or was it because I was so overjoyed by the movie? she seemed so content that I didn't even ask her for an email id. don't know – maybe I should have been Bolder? (ha ha ha)

On the way back, i had to walk for more than an hour because the bus dropped me way off. It was dark and although there were lights, the fact that there was hardly a human made it slightly scary for me. So, i was scared when i heard a "Hi" from nowhere. turned out to be a drunk Mexican who knew only "Hi" in English. My 'Non-comprendez' were not enough for him to let go. Finally, I just ran. And guess where i landed for dinner - Yup a mexican place.

1 comment:

Finny Forever said...

never run.