From most mundane things to topics of monumental importance, I would write what I feel like writing. This blog would not be bound by any narrow definitions. More often than not, I would be playing Devil's Advocate or moaning about crappiness of weekdays. Occasionally, it would be about unexpected joys and sometimes about heavyweight world matters. But come not here for pearls of wisdom. This place is simply my canvas.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
So, I am back
home after a trip to Ukraine. Yes, you heard right. Ukraine.
When I was first
told about the trip, I was like “Huh?” I mean who goes to Ukraine, right? I was
proven wrong when I had to go down to their embassy in Delhi to apply for visa
in person. You wouldn’t believe the rush that had come to apply for visa. Dancers,
students, businessmen galore. That was an eye-opener.
spending almost an entire working day convincing them that I had no nefarious
motives in visiting Kiev, I finally got the visa about a week back.
I reached Kiev
on Monday afternoon and left yesterday morning. Since I spent most of my time in
meetings, working and presenting, I had no time to explore the city, except on
my way to client’s office from the hotel and back and on the way to the
The glimpses I had
of the city made me really wish that I had more time. It is a city rich in
history and endowed with breathtaking natural beauty also. It is late autumn in
the city currently and the temperature is generally below 10 degrees. The lovely
gold, russet, green and orange of the falling leaves, crunching under feet reminded
me of Keats’s ‘To Autumn’, though I suspect that not everyone in the country
see this time as “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”.
clearly was similar to what you would expect in the Russian cities. The hotel I
stayed in had a beautiful old world facade and the interiors were gilded
opulence without going over the top.
Since I do not
have more details to provide about the city, I leave you with some pictures
I managed to capture from my hotel balcony and cab windows.