dusseldorf diary

spent the week end watching marathi films, watching zizou gambol around and generally doing nothing. I have renewed admiration for all those who come to a foreign land for work. It is tough dealing with this sense of being uprooted, of having to start all over again. simple things like walking on the road seem so strange. It is instinctive for us to turn left when faced with someone bang opposite us, here they walk to the right. Complete chaos i tell you.

The good part is that everything is very organized here. No conductors in the tram; u punch your ticket, the voice in the tram guides you to the right destination. Signboards work, things are designed for self service and convenience; thoughtfully and very logical if i may say so. Today we went to the government office to complete our registration(Avanti and i are here on dependent visa). It was the complete opposite of any government office back home. We went to an information desk, explained our purpose got a token. Minutes later our number was called, lady at the counter completed the formalities with Janaki. Avanti and i decided to stroll around a bit. So we see this photo booth, self automated. next to the booth was another machine which dispenses change. Point is take the change, get into the photo booth and get your photos. Simple, effective and well thought out.

The weather has eased out a bit, it was sunny through the day today. I have got into a good routine now. I get up early morning, surf the net, exchange mails, lexulous - crossed 1700 points, see the missus off, play a bit with zizou, watch her being fed, then she and maie go off to sleep. Time for me to catch up on a bit of reading. then we wait for the missus to come back home, dinner at 830 pm, bed time at 10. Also catch some movies (online) along the way.

Feeling quite peacefull now. I guess i have overcome my fear of being absolutely annonymous in this place. Sometimes its fun being alone ...Sometimes its fun having to learn everything all over again.. Its good to be out of one's comfort zone...