Tourism in Melbourne — The penguins and the close encounters with wild life sounds interesting. But wine tasting, I think Europe would be a better destination for it. Shopping therapy, well I am not a shopaholic, romantic dinners mine are of the solitary kinds. Balloon ride – that promises a possibility. Fruit picking that was my grandmother’s way of punishing us for civil disobedience during holidays. Coffee-culture well I am part of coffee-holic anonymous.
The people of Australia Bill Bryson tell me, are immensely likable – cheerful extrovert quick witted and unfailingly obliging. Their cities are safe and clean and nearly always built on water. They have a society that is prosperous well ordered and instinctively egalitarian. The food is excellent, he says, the beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life definitely cannot get better than this.
Particularly Melbourne, the capital and most populous city (http://www.visitmelbourne.com/India.aspx) in the state of Victoria. It is cosmopolitan, elegant, and chic. Melbourne apparently has a passionate soul and welcoming heart. With thrilling world class events and renowned architecture, to cafe-lined streetscapes and verdant parklands the dream vendor’s promise there is something to discover in Melbourne.https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2r0ptqQ1wBCimcqdfsBCks1YVaFDczLh
Australians claim Melbourne is an international cultural centre. And is the UNESCO city of literature, second after Edinburgh. International festivals in art, comedy and films.
What is my reason for falling in love with Melbourne, the most livable city in the world?
None,
For my friend I am not in love with the city, not even infatuated like I am with Istanbul yes, flirt once in a while yes.
Essentially because I am not born there.
When you are born – what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how the history mates with your own – stamps that you are, no matter what the pundits of globalisation have to say, your hometown is a part of you. My hometown, a place where your business aired to the public and often before the newspaper or even you ever got a hold of it. A place where a facade is an art, yet I belong there. Once I leave there it is never the same again because I cannot be the same once I leave behind who and what I am I cannot be the same.
Going from India anywhere would be emigrating, and emigration tears people apart. They learn about high points and personal disasters through letters and phone calls, even though it is email and Skype, closer contact is impossible. it is as if they have landed in another planet breathing is difficult in the spacesuits they don’t dare take off for the fear there won’t be enough air in the new atmosphere. Their chests rise and fall with difficulty. Their lungs hurt. The voices of the other settlers croak through the microphone in their helmets.
In a way it fun to migrate, you can say you have two homes, like when we leave our hometown and/or parents and then establish life elsewhere like I have in Goa, I say I’m going home when I return to see old friends or parents, but then I go as well when I go as well when I go to live where I live now.
Melbourne I shall visit you sometime, but stay, no thanks no offense meant, home is where my heart is.
Hi, just a query to all of you who read this What pops your mind when i say Melbourne?
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