Sitting in front of my computer, i am wanting to write about a whole lot of things I ve experienced since my last post. My skin has bubbled up in a few places due to mosquito bites which reminds me of the fact that I am back in my apartment in Chennai. Yet, mentally and emotionally I am unavailable here. If somebody could move an Arriflex camera[used for movies of course] through my mind right now, u would find a 100 film rolls running out to capture the images. Its that much!!
My fourth day in Prague was wound up by an unforgettable incident. I was taking a metro to reach the city from my botel and was quite happy that I was taking an underground train after a long time. There was a baby three seats away from where I was standing and I was trying to cheer him up, making some funny faces [which he didn’t find funny at all]. What I didn’t notice was the group of gypsies standing on my side. While trying to get down, there was some problem with the door and I had to push it hard. A few guys came to help me which I thought was nice. Well, it was definitely nice. But not for me. I realized it only after 5 mins after I got down. My purse was missing. That’s right, I lost my wallet to a bunch of gypsies. Quite talented for sure!! Pick pocketing is good business here. Well, I just made a generous contribution🙂
After losing a lot of money and all my cards, I should ve been feeling unfortunate. But to my surprise, I was not worried at all. I had a little bit of cash left which was good enough for the next three days. And also, after the pick pocket incident, I learnt how to keep things safe in Prague [atleast, that’s what I think]. Next day morning, I was fearless. I called up a city tour group and moved around the entire city in a bus full of people from various countries. In the middle, we got down at Prague castle. Snow drops were oozing out from infinite distances which made it very difficult for me to look up and see the castle towered in front. With much difficulty, with a fully shrunk face, I scanned the castle, top to bottom. I wouldn’t have looked at any woman like that, ever. It was so breathtakingly beautiful.
While climbing down the castle, I could see the entire city plated with snow. And having a cup of black tea while capturing this aerial view… man!!! Its awesome!!
The city tour bus dropped me at the centre of Prague, Vaclavske Namesti. From then, this place got really dirty with my foot steps coz for the rest of my time in Prague, I was here mostly.
The entire city was around me to explore. And I was all alone. There was no plan. I just started walking. I moved around every nook and corner of the city. I ate at pizza colosseum, picked up some Czech dvd’s from a French film festival place, saw a movie there, had one hour of paradise at the Smetana Hall where Prague Music Orchestra performed Western classical compositions by Vivaldi, Mozart & a few more eternal composers. When I got out, it was evening and the snow was harder. But that didn’t stop me from going to the national museum to watch an Opera show which was almost one km away. At -5 deg, with inadequate layering of costumes over me, it was not a wise thing to walk all the way. But I didn’t want to miss the chance of watching Opera for the first time.
Music is an undeniable passion and it took me through the endless carpet of snow. My foot would disappear in the snow everytime I took a step. Half way through, there was a hotdog stall in the main road and I took a black tea from there. The snow, the city, the people and amidst all that was me, sipping a black tea, looking at the national museum giving me a benign smile with all its lights. Felt like heaven!!
In 5 mins I was there and in another 5 mins the show started. A man, a woman, a piano. That’s all they had. No wires, no amps, no microphones.. nothing. The voice of the male and the female singer did all the magic. My throat got dried at the first song and my eyes went red at the second. My hands roared everytime I clapped and people were madly in love with the one hour show we had. After the show, I got a chance to meet the male singer. When I went in front of him, I got a little nervous. I wanted to touch his feet, but then I thought he would find it an awkward gesture. I just told him, “it was beautiful.” That middle aged man gave me a cute smile and blurted out in his Czech accent, “Merry krishhhhmashhhh.”
I was out of the national museum and I wanted to hear more music now. I went down all the way back to the municipal house to see if they have any more shows. Luckily, they had an Acappella by a five member band called KrisKrosKvintet [u can search them on youtube, they’re very good]. I jumped immediately and got the ticket. One hour of just voices in various octaves. These Europeans are amazing professionals. They are on perfect pitch all the time, ve mastered voice dynamics and just know how to bring feel for real. I ended the day with some Czech food [their non veg is amazing] and went back to my room catching tram no: 3 from Vaclavske Namesti. And this time, no one picked my pocket🙂
God!! This is never ending. Its 4 30 am now. I guess I should get some sleep. I ll come back with more, quite soon..
Ahoj [that’s definitely goodbye in Czech(I confirmed)]🙂